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Billy watched the train coast into the station. Glancing down at his
watch, he saw that it was already four o’clock in the afternoon. He
had been waiting for the train almost an hour.
The smell of diesel and hot metal washed over him as the train slowly
inched down the track. Looking down the line of dirty silver cars, he
saw a very buxom lady frantically waving in his direction. His eyes
locked on her breasts as they jiggled and threatened to spill out of
her dress at any moment. As the train drew closer, he was finally
able to tear his eyes away from lady’s breasts and he realized that it
was his mother. Embarrassed that he had been ogling his mother’s
breasts, he grinned foolishly and waved back at her.
Watching her lean farther and farther out the window, he picked up
his suitcase and trotted down the platform toward her. He hoped she
wouldn’t fall out on her head before he got to her.
“Hi, Mom,” he puffed, arriving under her window.
Setting his bag down, he reached up and tried to push her back into
the train.
“Oh, My Little Baby, I’m so happy to see you,” she bubbled,
pushing his hands away and leaning down to give him a wet, slobbery kiss.
“I’m happy to see you too,” he grinned up at her, “but, you’d better
watch out or you’ll fall out of the train.”
She was now leaning out the window so far her dress had fallen open
revealing a great deal of her big, soft white breasts. He tried not
to look at them, but the temptation was too great. As his eyes dipped
down to the swollen mountains of soft pink flesh, he felt himself
blush. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn’t help noticing how
beautiful and full they were as he peered down her dress.
“You’d better stop leaning out so far or you’ll fall,” he repeated
himself, trying to push her back up and remove the temptation.
“I was just so excited to see you,” she laughed, slowly letting him
push her back.
“Hurry up, Baby and get on board. I can’t wait to give you a great
big hug,” she gushed.
Picking up his bag, he hurried over to the door and started to open
it. As he did, the door suddenly opened and he was greeted by the
conductor.
“Right this way, Sir,” the conductor said, taking his bag and leading
Billy down the hallway.
Then Billy smiled as he saw his mother standing in the doorway
waiting for him.
“Oh, My Honey,” she blurted out, grabbing him and giving him a big
hug, “finally.”
The smell of his mother’s intoxicating perfume and the lingering
fragrance of alcohol on her breath greeted him as he took her into his
arms. Hugging her back, he felt her big, soft breasts flatten out
against his chest. His mother hadn’t changed a bit, he thought. She
was still a very affectionate woman.
“Put his bag in the next compartment, please,” he heard her tell the
conductor as she finally stepped back away from him.
“Come on inside,” she told him, taking his hand and pulling him
inside, “I have so much to tell you.”
Sitting down on the settee, he watched her reach into her purse and
bring some money. Smiling at Billy, she waited as the conductor put
the bag into the adjoining cabin and closed the door behind him.
“Uh, Mr. Conductor, could you bring us a bottle of Canadian Club, a
six pack of coke and another glass?” she smiled handing him two twenty
dollar bills.
The conductor smiled back at her lecherously as he took the money.
“It’s not what you think,” she told him as she started to close the
door, “he’s my son.”
“Uh, Yes, Ma’am,” the conductor grinned back at her, winking.
“Really, he is,” she said, her smile disappearing.
“Yes’m” he returned, his leer now gone.
As his mother talked to the conductor, Billy looked around the cabin
and saw another empty bottle of CC sitting on the end table.Although, his mother didn’t appear drunk, it was apparent she had had
a few drinks before he had arrived.
Closing the door, she turned and looked at him. She didn’t speak for
the longest time as she stood looking down at him affectionately.
Billy felt himself blush as his mother adoringly stared at him.
Finally, she sat down beside him.
“God, it is good to see you,” she sighed, taking hold of his hand and
giving it a hard squeeze. “You’re all I’ve got now.”
She began to talk. It was as if the floodgates had opened and the words poured out. Even though they had talked several times since the
divorce, she repeated her side of the story. She seemed to be trying
to convince him of her innocence in the divorce.
Billy knew that his father had left her for a younger woman. Billy
had thought his mother was handling it quite well, but now face to
face with her, he could see the damage it had done to her psyche. He
could see wrinkles around her eyes that hadn’t been there six months
earlier. She looked tired and drawn. Still, the old spark of
defiance was in her eyes, but he could see a hollow emptiness behind
that spark.
All at once, she started to cry.Just as she did, there was a knock at the door. Waiting for a moment,he watched her reach into her purse and pull out a soft, lacy handkerchief. She stopped sniffing and dabbed at her tears as he went to the door.
It was the conductor with her order. Taking it from the conductor, he
told him to keep the change and closed the door. Setting the liquor
in front of his mother, he watched as she opened the bottle and
shakily filled their glasses with booze, coke and ice.
She handed him his drink and leaned back. He watched her as she
thirstily took a long pull on her drink. She set her glass down and
took a deep breath. Once again, she began to unload her burden of
depression, guilt, blame onto him.
She repeated the story of how Billy’s father had left her without any
notice. He had just left one day without so much as a how-do-you-do.
He had run off with his secretary and they were now living somewhere
in the Bahamas.
Billy knew this much. He had talked with his father after the
divorce. His father had said it was all his fault and that Billy
shouldn’t blame his mother for anything that had happened. He had
offered no excuses or alibis for what he had done. He had just stated
that he found Gloria, his secretary to be more compatible with his
current lifestyle. He was independently wealthy, he saw no reason why
he shouldn’t benefit from his wealth enjoy life the way he wanted to
enjoy it. Unfortunately, Billy’s mother, Maureen wasn’t part of that
deal. He did tell Billy that he had left Maureen very well off financially.
Billy sat sipping his drink, listening to his mother unload her
troubles onto him.
Then all at once, she stopped talking. Setting her drink down, she
reached out and pulled him to her.
“I don’t think I can ever trust any other man, but you,” she said
emphatically.
Before he could answer, the train jerked to life and started to move.
As it did, it lurched and his mother fell against him. Instinctively
reaching out to brace herself, she accidentally plunged her hand
down into his crotch where it landed squarely on top of his semi-erect
penis.
Momentarily pinned against him by the train’s momentum, she didn’t
move her hand for several seconds. At last, as the train slowed again, she moved away from him.
“I’m sorry,” she gushed, a red tinge spreading over her face.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No, you didn’t hurt me,” he told her, taking another drink trying to
hide his own embarrassment.
Neither of them spoke for several moments as they listened to the
sound of the train picking up speed. Soon the train was speeding
along as they adapted to its slight swaying vibration.
His mother reached out and took his hand as she began to talk again.
Holding onto his hand for dear life, she acted like he would leave her
too, if she didn’t hold onto him. Billy agonized for her. She had
been deeply hurt. Now it seemed as if he was her only salvation. He
wanted her to get it all off her chest so he let her go on and on.
As he sat listening and sipping his drink, his mother would talk a
while and then cry for a while. Comforting her the best he could, he
could only give her a reassuring hug every once in a while.
Then abruptly, she stopped crying. Turning away from him, she blankly
stared out the train window at the landscape speeding by outside. She
seemed to be deep in thought.
Sitting back, sipping on his drink, Billy absent-mindedly checked her
for any other signs of mental or physical deterioration. There were
no other visible signs of the obvious strain she was under, but Billy
could sense the tenseness in her carriage.
He could only wonder what had possessed his father to leave her. She
was still a stunningly beautiful woman even at forty-seven. As she
continued to stare out the window, he unconsciously appraised her.
Her long, silky, red hair fell down over her shoulders, framing her
face. It was a face that could grace any fashion magazine, even as
tired and haggard as she appeared to him. He felt a slight twinge of
shame as he admired her big, heavy breasts swelling out proudly above
her flat, trim belly. Quickly running his eyes down her statuesque,
graceful legs, tucked up under her firm, rounded buttocks, he conceded
that she was beautiful. Then again, he was biased. Still, she was an
exceptional beauty and Billy came to the conclusion that his father
must be stupid to leave her.
He knew that she would have no trouble finding another man, if she
ever decided to start looking again. But right at the moment, she
didn’t seem emotionally capable of handling another relationship.
She must have told him ten times that she could never trust any other
man now. She could only trust him.
It was sad that his parents had divorced after twenty years of
marriage. It seemed to have devastated his mother and left a big,
ghastly scar on her ego. That scar might not ever heal, Billy
thought sadly.
Finally, turning from the window, she smiled at him and poured herself another drink.
“More?” she asked him, holding the bottle out with shaking hands.
“Sure, but just a little though,” he told her holding out his glass.
Her hand trembled slightly and the bottle tinkled against his glass as
she refilled it. Setting the bottle down, she scooted over next to
him again. Snuggling up against him, she began to cry softly again.
“Oh, I am so very, very glad you’re here,” she wept softly, “I have
been so lonely and unhappy. But now, I feel safe and happy and, and
all warm inside.”
“You know you can come to me anytime, Mom,” he told her, gently
pulling her up against him and giving her kiss on the top of her head.
“For anything.”
“Oh, Thank you, you don’t know how much it means to have someone you
can turn to for comfort, or………….Anything,” she sniffed, the
flow of tears finally slowing, “Thank you so much. Thank you for just
being you.”
Neither of them spoke for several moments as they sat holding each
other. Then she looked up at him with the most serious look on her
face.
“Billy, Do, uh, could, uh,” she started to say.
Just then there was a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it,” he said, getting up.
Opening the door, he found the conductor standing there.
“The dining car is now open,” he said.
“Thanks,” Billy told him, closing the door.
“What were you going to say, Mother,” he asked her as he sat back down
beside her.
“Oh, nothing,” she smiled weakly, “nothing that can’t wait.”
“Good, because I’m hungry,” he told her.
“Me, too,” she agreed. “Let’s go eat.”
Giving his mother one last hug, Billy went to his cabin to tidy up.
When he returned to his mother’s room, her mood had improved
noticeably.
Giving her a peck on the cheek, Billy took her hand and they set off
for the dining car. Billy was glad to see her laughing and smiling as
they bumped and brushed against each other in the tight confines of
the small hallway. Both of them were just a little tipsy making it
difficult to walk as the train swayed along. Laughing and tittering
like two drunken teenagers, they finally made it to the dining car.
Hoping that she was over her crying jag, he smiled and opened the door
for her.
They were immediately seated by their waiter.Sitting at the table, his mother took hold held onto his hand tightly.She seemed afraid to let him go, even as they had a couple more drinks waiting for their meal. Billy was beginning to feel a little self conscious as his mother fawned over him, but he didn’t stop her.
“I don’t know if I can ever let you go,” she said softly, giving his
hand another squeeze as she took another sip of her drink. “You are my
only man now.”
Growing more self-conscious by the minute, he was relieved when their
food finally arrived and she had to let go of his hand. They made small talk as they ate and before they knew the meal was finished.
After dinner, she signed the tab and took his hand again. Leading
him out of the dining car, she tugged him down to the lounge car.
Finding an empty table, they sat down and ordered still another drink.
They talked for a while, but about half way through his drink, Billy
felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Gulping the rest of his
drink down, he set his glass down.
“Mom, I’ve had a long day,” he yawned. “I think I’m going back and hit
the sack.”
“Oh, so soon,” she whined.
“I’m afraid so,” he grinned sleepily, “I can barely keep my eyes open.”
“Oh, well, okay, go ahead,” she told him, pouting sadly, “I’m going to
stay her for a while and have a nightcap. I’ll be down later.”
“Okay, but be careful,” he told her, “you’ve had a lot to drink today.”
“I know,” she smiled warmly, leaning over and giving him a soft,
gentle kiss on the cheek, “I know what I’m doing. You go ahead and
go to bed and I’ll be down to tuck you in later.”
“I doubt that I will be awake for that long,” he laughed, standing up
beside her.
Smiling subtlety, she reached over and gave his thigh an intimate squeeze.
“That’s okay, it won’t make any difference,” she said, looking up at
him with a funny little smile on her lips.
Stopping at the door, he turned and looked back at her. He saw her
wave at him. He stopped and waved back at her as she blew him a kiss.
He wondered what she had meant, when she said it wouldn’t make any
difference, but was too groggy to worry about it.
As he walked down the corridor, he realized that he was quite tipsy.
Suddenly all of the day’s events seemed to settle down onto his
shoulders all at once. It seemed to take him hours to reach his
cabin, but at last he stumbled into it. He wearily undressed and
crawled into his bunk. He knew that he should put his pajama’s on,
but he was just too tired to care.
Within moments, he was asleep….
(hours later when he woke up)
He didn’t know what time it was when he heard someone fumbling with
the lock on his door. Trying to see what time it was, he was suddenly
blinded by a brief flash of light as the door opened. Blinking
drunkenly, he saw the silhouette of his mother standing in the door
swaying with the rhythm of the train.
He pretended to be asleep, but watched her lurch into the small cabin.
The faint night light bathed the room in a soft fuzzy glow as he
watched her reel over to the couch and flop down on it. She peered
over at him. She looked befuddled as she peered at him. He kept his
eyes squinted, but he could still vaguely make her out in the dim light.
She didn’t move for several moments. She just sat there looking at
him. Then the train sped by a brightly lit station and the cabin was
briefly awash with light. This seemed to stir her from her reverie as
she turned and looked out the window. She sat looking out the window
at the at the lights that flashed by outside the speeding train. She
didn’t move for several moments. Then she slowly started unbuttoning
her blouse. Her fingers crept down her blouse releasing button after
button, until at last it was open.
What was she doing, Billy wondered? Didn’t she know she was in the
wrong cabin?
The darkness made it hard to see. Still, in the faint glow of the
night-light, he saw her suddenly twitch her shoulders and her blouse
slipped off her shoulders. Her lace covered bosom was now exposed.
The same mountainous pillows of flesh he had sneaked a peek at earlier
that day were now once again partially revealed to him. Staring down
at her imposing breasts, hidden only by the frilly softness of her
brassiere, he felt his cock lurch with perverse excitement. He hated
himself for watching her undress, but he couldn’t stop himself. He
knew he should say something to warn her of her mistake, but he
couldn’t bring himself to speak.
Then his heart threatened to stop as he watched her reach behind her
back. After a few moments, his mouth suddenly went dry as the soft,
fragile tangle of lace and embroidery slipped down her arms baring her
great, white breasts. Even in the soft dimness of the cabin, he could
see them quiver and jiggle provocatively as she drunkenly rose to her
feet. Staring at the beautiful, drooping mountains of flesh capped
with even darker swollen cups, he felt a perverted desire to suck on
them as he had done as a child. He couldn’t believe that this was
actually happening.
As he secretly watched on, he couldn’t believe his eyes as his mother
hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her skirt. Then one quick
jerk, she thrust her skirt and panties down her long, curvaceous legs.
Releasing them, she staggered out of the pile of clothes and stood
before her son as naked as the day she had been born.
He nearly had a heart attack as he openly gawked her. Scarcely able
to breathe, he dropped his eyes downward. The cabin was too dark to
make out much, but he was still able to make out the dark, mystic
triangle of darkness covering the base of her stomach.
The simple act of seeing his mother naked was almost too much for him.
He felt his cock jerk and threaten to explode at any moment.
Straining to control this urge, he hated himself for what he was doing
and thinking. Still, he couldn’t stop staring at her nakedness.
His mouth was dry and his heart was pounding a hundred miles an hour
as he waited to see what she would do next.
Why was he so sinfully excited by seeing his mother nude? He had
never had any sexual thoughts about his mother before, but now he was
definitely aroused by her nakedness.
He had a strange feeling about her. He couldn’t explain it. Maybe
because his father was gone, he was now “the man” of the family. He
couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was a definite difference in
the way they had acted toward each other all afternoon and night. It
was on a much more adult level, almost like equals. With this, there
was an air of eroticism about their interaction. Something dark and
foreboding was taking place in his heart. He was afraid of what might
happen, but did nothing to stop it.
Lying there watching her, he suddenly realized that his hand was
wrapped around his rock hard cock. He now regretted his earlier
decision to sleep in the nude.
His mother stood in the center of the car for the longest time,
quietly swaying with the rhythm of the rocking train. Finally, she
stumbled over to the small couch and sat down. Then he heard her
quietly sobbing.
Filled with compassion for her, he hated to see her hurting. But what
could he do? They were both naked and he didn’t know what would
happen if he did go to her. Torn with indecision, he didn’t know what
to do. Should he ignore her? Or Should he try and comfort her?
After several minutes, he realized her crying was growing louder and
it didn’t look like she was going to stop.
Finally, taking a deep breath, he decided it was time to act.
“What’s wrong, Mom?” he finally asked her.
“Oh, Billy,” she sniffed, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s okay. What’s wrong?”
“Oh, I just feel so all alone, and, and unwanted,” she blubbered out.
“Oh, Mother,” he said, slowly rolling out of bed, “I’m so sorry.”
Taking a deep breath, he shuffled over to where she sat and dropped
down beside her. Taking her into his arms, he pulled her up to him
tightly.
She seemed oblivious of their nudity as she quickly wrapped her arms
around him.
Billy buried his face in the soft, lushness of her hair as he
held her tightly pressed against him. He was intoxicated by the exotic
fragrance of her sweet perfume and the soft heat of her body. The
fragrance dredged up old memories of his childhood when his mother
would hold him to comfort him. Breathing deeply, he inhaled her scent
and felt himself reliving a time long, long ago. He could remember
how good it felt to bury his face in his mother’s big, soft breasts
when he needed solace from the world’s woes. Now, he became acutely
aware of his mother’s hot, hard nipples pressing against his chest.
He was acutely aware of his arousal as his cock pounded painfully
close to an eruption.
“Oh, Mother, I Love you,” he moaned, hoping she wouldn’t notice his
obvious arousal.
“I Love you, too,” she wept, hugging him even tighter.
“You’ll never be alone,” he groaned, “because, I’ll always be here for
you.”
“Oh, My, Baby, I Love you so very, very much,” she cried out, turning
and kissing his cheek.
Feeling her hot, wet lips on his cheek, he turned his head and
suddenly their lips touched. Sparks flew as uncontrollable passion
consumed him. His eyes closed, he crushed his mouth down onto hers as
his tongue snaked into her mouth.
For a split second, she recoiled back away from him as time
seemed to stop. Then, with a whimper, she crushed her mouth against his as her tongue fought its way into his mouth.
Their arms tightened around each other, squeezing and pulling them
together as they kissed long and deeply. Crushed against each other,
they sought to become one as their mouths slavered against each other.
Billy felt her hot, digging tongue digging and probing his mouth
hungrily as her long, sharp fingernails dug into his back.
Finally, they had to break for breath.
“OH, GOD,” he gasped as their lips broke and their bodies momentarily
parted.
Then an explosion of adrenaline tore through his brain as he felt his
mother’s hand find his hot, jutting maleness.
“OMMmmmmmmm,” she groaned as he quickly covered her hot, sucking mouth
with his lips again.
His heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it would burst out of his
chest any second. Still they kissed, deeply and voraciously. Whining
with desire, he fought against cumming as his great, jutting spear of
love stuck up out of his crotch ripe and ready for love. Yet another
detonation of perversity went off inside of him as he felt his
mother’s hot, soft hand squeeze the granite hardness of his
near-bursting mancock. His excitement was so great, he felt like his
cock was ten feet long and as big around as a telephone pole. He had
never known such wicked delight in his whole life.
Then they had to break for air again.
“OH, MY GOD,” he heard his mother groan as her hand explored the
thick, swollen hardness of his penis.
“It’s huge,” she whispered, running her hand up and down the length of
his manhood.
Billy had always been proud of the size of his cock. He had always known that he was large,but hadn’t realized how large his eleven and half inch warrior was until he had started dating. Now his mother was touching the very monster she had had a part in creating.Clutching him in her hot, clutching hand, she seemed to be measuring its enormity.
Suddenly, he felt her hand leave his bloated potency. Wondering if
she had regained her sanity, he watched as she scooted back away from
him. Sadly, he knew that she had come to her senses and was trying to
distance herself from him. His heart was torn in two with desire for
her and anger at his stupidity.
That’s when his Mother gives him a surprise… the steaming hot ride of a lifetime has just begun and there is more to come in Part II.
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