On The Road With Mom

We had been driving all day and we were all beat. This was the third place that we had stopped in our search for a room and I think that it is safe to say that we had lucked out. We got a large kitchenette with three beds in an older motel for a really cheap price. It is off-season I know but I think the proprietor had felt sorry for Mom. A woman traveling with five kids, and driving an old clunker of a car elicits a bit of sympathy. Especially when Mom made it clear to the owner that we were traveling a long ways on very little money. So we had gotten what amounted to a small apartment with a large front room containing a couch with a hide-a-bed and a single bed, a full kitchen / dining room, A large bathroom with a real shower and a real bedroom. After the last couple of nights of me sleeping on the floor of some sleaze-bag hotel or other with my little brother while Mom shared beds with my three sisters this was going to be heaven.

We moved our bags into the room and Mom and I went to the closest supermarket to get some food. We picked up some hamburger, bread, and all the fixings for a little picnic dinner complete with chips and coke and headed back. When we got back to the room, I cooked dinner while Mom got the rest of us kids settled in and allotted the beds.

I had figured on having the single bed to myself, but Mom had decided that the two youngest kids, Bret and Jolene would sleep there and Beth and Alice would bunk on the hide-a-bed. That left me to bunk in with her, which isn’t too bad if you are ten, but I was almost twenty and the thought of sleeping with Mom was kind of strange. But, when you are living with your parent or parents you do what Mommy says.

After dinner we all took our showers and watched a little TV before Mom announced that we should all hit the sack because it had been a long day today and was going to be an early morning tomorrow and we would need our rest. I grabbed a handful of potato chips and headed off to the bedroom just to get out of the way of the females preparations for bed, which I knew from long experience, would take ages and complete privacy. Mom slapped me on the ass as I went by and said, “Don’t get any of those chips in the bed now Teddy. I don’t want to be sleeping on them tonight.” I responded, “Don’t worry Ma, I’ll be careful.” and of course I wouldn’t be careful at all. She scowled at me when I called her Ma, she hated to be called Ma. She said it made her feel like an old Arkie. And since she hated it, that made it that much more delicious to call her Ma.

I need to say here that my mother was not a bad looking woman. Sure she had five kids and a shit head for a husband but she was only thirty-seven and could and often did pass for a woman in her twenties when she did not have all of her kids in tow. She was around average height at five foot five, one hundred ten or so pounds auburn hair, and green eyes. She was not top heavy but she was reasonably well endowed and had a very nicely shaped derriere. Whenever I had friends over they almost always drooled over her and I know for a fact that when her and dad split up, which they did on a regular basis, she had more than her share of men lapping at her feet.

My parents had what one would describe as a fiery or tumultuous relationship, which means that they fought like cats and dogs. How they ever stayed together long enough to make five kids is beyond me, but somehow they had managed to bring five souls into this world. There was first me and then there was my sister Beth two years later. Alice followed a year and a half after that, but the two youngest, Jolene and Bret were only five and three, so there had been a big gap there, but I digress. My parents fought about nearly anything and every couple of years they would split the blankets and dad would take off or mom would move out. Usually they would kiss and makeup after a short time and things would return to normal for a while and then the cycle would start all over again. The last time that they split, it was for over a year, and that had been two years ago. That time I had been forced to drop out of school and help support Mom and us kids. I returned to high school after they reconciled but that had put me two years behind in school which is the reason that I was still at home and not out on my own. Right now I only had a few months until I was supposed to graduate so I was hoping that we would find a place to stay before too much time had transpired so that I could get back to school and finally get my diploma.

This split seemed more serious than the others. Mom had found out about a girl friend that dad had and she went ballistic. It probably would not have been so bad but she found out that dad had brought his bimbo over to our apartment and fucked the slut in his and mom’s bed while Mom had been at work and us kids were either at the baby sitter or at school. This time there had been none of the usual yelling, and screaming, and punching. Mom had simply withdrawn us from school, packed our clothes, left a note, and started out in our old car for parts unknown.

We drove west this time, we might end up in Seattle, where we had relatives, or we might head down the coast to other relatives in California. It all depended on whether mom could find a job to support all of us. Until that time we were vagabonds, gypsies of sorts and I guess that brings us back to tonight and a small motel in Idaho.

I shut the door to the bedroom, hurriedly stripped to my jockey shorts and started to climb into bed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and of course had to stop and admire the view. I was nearly six feet tall and around one hundred eighty pounds with dark hair and blue eyes. “Not a bad looking fellow”, I thought, “You, my friend, should have a gal in here tonight.” I said to myself and chuckled.

I wasn’t bad with the lady’s but with all the moving that we did I never got the chance to have a real steady girl like all the other guys did. I was often accused of being shy around the lady’s but in reality I just liked to be quiet and check things out before I jumped into anything. I was relatively well experienced sexually for my age. I already had a couple of short flings with married older women under my belt and some trysts with girls my own age or there about. I was no Don Juan, but I was told that I was pretty good in the sack. I just didn’t get around that much. Besides girls my own age didn’t really offer me all that much, so I just kept my distance and watched the show most of the time when I was in social situations. But right now I was watching myself and I noticed that I had a pretty prominent bulge in my jockeys tonight. I guess that thinking about the sex with those lovely older women had excited me a bit even though the romps had been over long ago. Having a hard on right now was not something that I really needed or wanted and I hoped that it would go down before Mom got in here and saw it. Normally I would just go into the bathroom and masturbate but there was no private place to jack off here in the motel room. Besides it would probably be going down on its own soon, I hoped. I climbed in the bed, pulled the covers up over my waist and relaxed for a minute. It would probably take Mom a few minutes to get herself ready and then make sure that all the other kids were tucked in. So I sat up in bed and finished my chips before turning off the light, covering up, and rolling onto my right side to try to go to sleep.

Mom came through the door finally. She had left the light on in the bathroom directly across on the short hall and with the light behind her I could see the silhouette of her body through the flimsy blue nightgown that she always wore. She was still quite shapely and the brief view that I got did little to abate my erection. She closed the door, stumbled against the bed and said, “Teddy, turn on the lamp before I kill myself.”

I did as I was told and was rewarded by a view of her cleavage as she leaned over to rub her foot. “Damn!” she said, “That hurt! Why don’t you kiss it for me?”

“Sure, “ I said, “Just bring it over here.” I was just kidding, but she actually limped over and held it up for me to kiss.

When she lifted her toe to my lips she inadvertently exposed a lot of smooth white thigh and the crotch of her panties to my view. This had the natural effect that the exposed flesh of the private areas of any woman would have on a normal and healthy young male, whether it is their mother or not, and despite my best efforts I could feel my skin flush with excitement.

“That feels better.” She said and she kissed me on the ear. “You feel a little hot. Are you feeling ok tonight?” she asked as she walked around the bed, and crawled under the covers.

“Never better.” I lied.

“Ok, I just worry about you son. You can turn off the light now.” She said sweetly, and I switched off the light and tried to go to sleep.

I was tired as hell, but I could not seem to fall asleep. My mind was racing, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. I lay there awake for what seemed like hours. If I had been in my own bed, I probably would have tossed and turned but laying there next to my mother all I could do is stare at the wall and listen to her deep breathing, and that made it even more difficult because she was not a quiet sleeper.

I’m no saying that she snored, but she would move about restlessly and make these little sounds in her sleep. They were just deep breathing or grunts and moans, but when you can’t get to sleep anyway, they can be pretty annoying. Besides, I still had that raging hard on that started before I got into bed and it wouldn’t go away. I wish that I was alone so that I would just whack it off and get some relief, but here that was impossible unless I went into the bathroom, and I didn’t want to get caught doing that. My only option was to just lay there in a fetal position attempting to hide my raging erection in sleepless torment, while my mother tossed and turned next to me. First she pushed her buttocks up against mine, I moved, as close to the edge of the bed as I could, but the contact had seemed electric and my throbbing meat had gotten even more rigid. Then she turned over and stretched her arm across me while snuggling against my back, which of course had pressed her boobs against my body, all the while she was breathing deep and her breath was tickling my ears and god I was getting hot and needed to toss the blankets off before I roasted. So as quietly as I could I moved her arm off of me, got out of bed and opened the door to go into the bathroom and beat off. When I got into the hall I was confronted with another problem, Beth was already in the bathroom sitting on the stool. She saw me and my erection come out of the bedroom, shook her head, smiled, and quietly closed the door to the bathroom, leaving me standing there with my dick sticking out about a foot and nothing to do but go back to bed and wait for her to finish in the bathroom.