Ann On The Road Pt. 01

Part One: Old Baggage

The Day Before

Becca and I married in June and soon settled into a normal married life of work, weekends off, and the occasional vacation together. Of course, there was plenty of hot sex in the honeymoon phase of our union to spice things up. After that unforgettable first meeting, her mother Ann had come over occasionally but her visits were rare and she was always with somebody so another kinky threesome never developed again. I've got to admit though that after Becca's revelation about her mother's secret penchant for ass fucking that it was always on my mind when we socialized with her. Ann has the soft 36D-22-36 curvy body of a Penthouse pet which, in her tiny 4'-6" package, magnified her dimensions and always put her ass on display, a big ass wrapped in some tight skirt or painted on Capris wiggling deliciously just under her waist length jet black hair. Tick, tock...tick, tock...tic, tock!!When Becca and I made love on those evenings after our guests had gone home we always sizzled in the sack.

Ann's daughter seemed to relish the fact that she knew that I was sometimes fantasizing about her mother while I fucked her. In fact, she was not only aware of my secret fantasies but would whisper hot hoarse encouragements about her mother into my sweaty ear until I drove her hard and deep and we locked together in mutual ecstasy, my exploding massive cock buried in Becca's flooding pussy as she arched and gasped. Over a year later, though nature was running its course, and our married sex was starting to cool and become less frequent.

At times, my 10 inch cock almost felt neglected. The first time that my wife found me jerking off she looked shocked but I was too close and started shooting. Becca rushed over and licked and kissed my slimy meat and then fucked me silly. Things continued to cool.

I worked as a consultant for engineering companies and had recently received an unusual request. A firm in California, representing a Japanese client having structural problems with an ancient covered bridge, asked me to take a close look at the Bridges in Madison County and see if I could find a solution. I told the firm that I would take the job. It was mid October and the leaves were nearing their peak of fall color promising a very scenic bridge tour as I searched for a photographic solution. I planned to leave in the morning with all my gear and had originally planned on Becca coming along for the ride, hoping to rekindle our sexual spark. However, just yesterday afternoon Becca was informed that she had to work a long shift at the hospital tomorrow so she suggested that I take her mother along in her place. I phoned Ann right away and she quickly agreed, even with such short notice.

Becca seemed bitchy the rest of the afternoon and evening but I just passed it off as PMS or some vague female thing. After we finished eating supper I made a pass at her while we washed the dishes, cupping one of her big tits under her apron and then sliding a finger along the outside of her furry pussy but she tensed up and then ran off in tears. I finished the dishes alone. The doorbell chimed and, drink in hand, I went to the door.

"Hi Cowboy!" Ann smirked with her hand on her hip then wiggled her way by me.

She looked gorgeous, of course. My wife is an auburn-haired beauty, no doubt about it, but her mother is a stunner! Ann was dressed in a tight black pencil skirt that fit her like a second skin accentuating her luscious hips and allowing a hint of a panty line, a skirt so tight that I'll bet you could bounce a quarter off her ass! She topped that with a high necked satiny lacy something or other that put her 36D's on delicious display in a large fabric window. For effect she also wore a large salmon colored hat and veil that matched her frilly topped high heeled shoes and belt. Ann was carrying a small overnight bag in one black gloved hand and a long stemmed cigarette holder in the other. I swear that she looked like she had just stepped out of the Victorian era. She was wearing a subtle feminine scent that made my balls lift and tingle and my cock thicken as she passed by. I followed her into the living room like a dog panting after some bitch in heat, her heels clicking sharply on the oak flooring, her big ass seductively swaying like a metronome. Tick, tock...tick, tock,,,,tick, tock....tick, tock.

"Whatever is the matter, dear boy, cat got your tongue?"

"I...I...you look...well...I..."

"Where's my daughter?"

"She...uh...she's not feeling...well...she's...."

Ann laughed, handed me her bag, then kissed me on the cheek.

"Becca?...Becca?...Are you home?"

I placed Ann's bag in the foyer and heard my wife coming down the stairs.

"Oh fuck, Mother! You look like some cheap 18th century whore!"

"Nice to see you too, Dearie! Christ, no wonder you said your sex life is dwindling a bit if that's what you wear at home. That dowdy torn robe would make any man's cock wither and, by the way, my outfit is anything but cheap!"

And they went at it...jawing chin to chin...mother and daughter. I refereed for awhile until I had enough and then went off to make myself a stiff drink.

"Anyone else want one?" I queried from the wet bar.

"YES!" they both shouted in unison and then laughed together, finally breaking the tension.

I handed each of the women their drink and we all settled into an uneasy conversation. This was the first time that we three had been alone together since that wild tryst when I first met Ann but, for some reason, that little subject was carefully avoided by all. Ann yawned at some point and we all took that as our cue and went to bed, Ann in the guest room and Becca and I upstairs.

I heard Becca brushing her teeth while I climbed into bed and turned on my side. Suddenly, the door closed, and locked!?, and my naked wife flung herself on me in third stage advanced horniness. "What the hell?"

But Becca was having nothing to do with any conversation and attached her mouth to my quickly rising cock and shoved her wet dripping cunt into my face. She sucked and squirmed around on me until I picked up the mood.

"Oh? So now, suddenly, you want me to fuck you, you slutty cunt?" I mumbled through her pussy hair.

Becca absolutely oozed pussy juice at the sound of dirty talk coming from me. "Yeeeessss....but I want you to imagine that you are fucking my hot mother!"

I reached up and twisted a nipple, hard, and Becca gasped, leered, and then tried to swallow my cock but only managed about half. I grabbed her ass and shoved my tongue deep into her pussy until, panting and gasping, I had to come up for air. My wife was jacking me hard now and turned around, her eyes glowing with sexual lust. I threw her down on the floor. She cried out and I lept on her pulling her legs wide apart exposing her very demanding pussy and rammed my cock all the way in. Becca's face twisted with pleasure and pain but she soon became all scratching nails, frantic humping, and love bites...on my neck, on my shoulder, on my arms. She came once, twice, then a third time when I sucked her stiff nipples and called her a whoring slut. I felt my toes and then my balls start to tingle and drove even harder into Becca's cunt while she wrapped herself around me. "Yes...YES....fuck Ann's poor little cunt....Oooohhh it's getting bigger....FUCK ME HARD!....YES!...Ram that big fucker in me!!...."

Powerful pulses of hot cum completely filled her pussy and then started oozing out around my embedded prick. Becca and I collapsed together in the sensual afterglow billing and cooing like too lovebirds as the occasional love spasm of my wife's sated cunt milked a few more drops of semen from my delighted cock.

Becca roused just enough to drag a blanket from the bed over us and we fell into a lovers' dream-filled sleep. I woke in the middle of the night halfway expecting to find that Becca's mother had silently appeared in our room but that was not the case for this occasion so I drifted off once again as Becca sleepily snuggled closer, puling my hands to her breasts. I didn't hear the alarm go off or my wife dress but I did feel her kiss my cock and squeeze my nuts just before she headed off to work.

Road Trip

When I finished my shower I smelled coffee brewing so dressed quickly and found Ann in her robe lounging on the front patio enjoying a steaming cup. I joined her and we chatted some about the way the sky looked this morning. October always seems to have its own special kind of blue.

"Sounds like you and my daughter had a pretty good time of it last night." came out of nowhere as my mother in law sipped her coffee and looked at me over the rim of the big steaming cup.

"Oh? Did we keep you awake? Sorry." but I smiled in spite of myself.

"Oh yes, I see just how sorry you are!" she mocked.

"She is my wife, you know, and sex is kind of natural in a marriage." I teased.

Ann tossed the dregs of her cup to the side and stalked into the house.

"Fuck you! You could have at least included me in your little romp!" came over her retreating shoulder and I could only stare.

I finished my cup while waiting for Ann to reappear. The paper had nothing of any significance to report and my gear was already stowed in the trunk.

"Ready, Freddy?"

My mother in law was obviously ready to go and I turned to get the door for her. My jaw hit the floor. She looked like she had just stepped out of the glossy pages of Vogue magazine. She had on the same revealing blouse from last night but had replaced the pencil skirt with a tight black wet velvet miniskirt that put her hips and big ass on display. Her dark hair fell glistening around her shoulders and a smear of fresh purplish lipstick finished the look.

"Ann, you look...you look..."

"Yes?" she smiled.

"How do you spell 'heartbreaker'? You look fucking gorgeous!!"

"Why thank you, dear boy! " she said patting my cheek. "Shall we go?"

"Yeah...."

"Uh hmm..." she cleared her throat.

I just stared.

"Uh hmmmm!!" louder this time.

"Hmmm? Oh. Oh!" and I opened the car door for her.

She turned and stepped into the car. Her skirt rode up even higher and the sight of her purple panties framed in the tanned flesh above the dark lace of her thigh-high nylons gave me a hard on that she quickly noticed.

"Why, thank you!" she said in her little girl voice and patted my tented slacks.

"My God! I almost forgot how huge you are!" she whispered.

I climbed in, a little awkwardly, and we were off for Madison County, about a 90 minute drive. The ride passed quickly as we chatted some about whatever or just passed the miles in silence. My mother in law discovered my new iPod FM tuner and had fun playing with it while I had fun watching her. I am a careful driver, usually, but sexy Ann was one hell of a distraction! Ann pulled a golden monogrammed flask from her purse and offered it to me. I declined. She took a deep pull, offered it again. I refused, again. She laughed and called me some name under her breath and then nipped at it pretty steadily the rest of the way to Madison County.

By the time we took a pit stop to stretch our legs she was feeling no pain and giggling at everything. We pulled into Winterset just before noon.

Of course there is only one place to have lunch in that town now and I parked at the Northside Café, made famous by the movie Bridges of Madison County. This is the small town restaurant where they filmed the scene where Clint Eastwood had lunch and met the shunned adulterous Lucy who later was befriended by the adulterous Francesca.

Hell on Wheels

This time I had the presence of mind to open my mother in laws door and again enjoyed the view of her stretched purple dainties. Ann had the body of a young athlete. She staggered against me briefly but got her sea legs, kind of, and we entered the cafe.

As I have said my wife is a natural beauty and I have seen the effect she has on a room but when Ann strutted into the café every man's head in the room turned, literally!

"Tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock...tick, tock..." her heels echoed on the floor.

They clicked, her hips swayed in a haunting rhythm, the men stared, and their women fumed.

Ann paused and then announced loudly, "I wonder which seat that local slut Lucy sat in, Mark? That's where I want to plant my big ass for dinner!" and she tittered into her gloved hand like some jaded schoolgirl before zeroing in on a seat at the counter.

The men smiled and nodded, staring at her wiggling ass, and their women fumed while I about dropped through the floor in embarrassment, and a little anger.

"Jesus, Ann! Take it easy!" I whispered into her ear when we sat down.

"Fuck that! I am on vacation, honey!" and she smiled ever so sweetly.

Our waitress showed up and I swear that she could have been a twin to the one behind the counter in the movie scene. Significantly overweight, with a little white apron over her tentlike dress, and even little white socks above her black flats. To complete the simile she frowned and carelessly tossed a menu at Ann.

"Want something....?"

The word "slut" went unspoken but hung provocatively in the air, air that smelled like old cooking grease.

I opened the menu smiling sheepishly and then, out of the corner of my eye, watched my mother in law's mood transform.

"Why you fat odious pig! How dare you speak to me like that?" she spat venomously. All eyes turned and locked on the waitress.

"What...did..you..call...me..?" managed the mound of a waitress obviously not used to being challenged on her own turf. Everyone focused on Ann.

"I'd like a hamburger and fries." I tossed out in a pitiful effort to deflect the developing scene but my feeble words fell on angry deaf ears.

"Oh, is "odious" beyond your pea sized brain, bitch? Well, how about 'You are a stinking scab of shit, you fat, pig eyed, diseased, CUNT!!" Ann sneered rising from her seat ready for battle, her tiny skirt riding high putting her panties and ample ass on even more open display. The men stared hard at her glorious ass while the women in the room again locked their eyes on the quivering waitress.

I tried pulling Ann's skirt down but she swore and slapped my hands away making my blood instantly rise.

"Hank....HANK!" bellowed the waitress turning tail and running, defeated, from the room in tears. Some of the locals clapped and cheered witnessing the domineering priggish waitress finally getting her long overdue comeuppance.

"And what the FUCK are YOU looking at?" shrieked Ann turning on the nearest man leering at her almost bare butt. "Here! You want to stare? Take a good fucking look!" Ann, my mother in law, ripped open her top displaying her perfect tits hanging in a lacy nothing of a bra and then bent over grabbing her ankles and pushed her ass practically in the face of the man whose mouth hit the floor as his wife hit the roof and, claws out, tried to climb over her man to get at Ann. I just stood there in shock.

"Oh? You want even a closer look, hun? How's this?" and my mother in law pulled her thong to the side exhibiting her carefully shaved pussy to the world.

The outraged woman shrieked, kicked, and spat as her husband pulled her down practically tackling her in their booth.

At that precise moment Hank, the manager, showed up and I watched his expression shifting around from anger, to amazement, to lust, and finally back to anger as he regained his proper demeanor.

"YOU! GET HER OUT OF HERE! NOW! ...I'm calling the cops!"

The word 'cops' broke the spell for me and I nodded and immediately grabbed the obscenely posing Ann, slung her over my shoulder, causing one of her juicy breasts to pop out of the inadequate bra, and started for the door.

Some people were laughing now really enjoying the show but most of the crowd were just silently staring at us as I struggled with the wooden-framed screen door with one hand and a squirming half-naked mother in law with the other.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU!" she yelled.

I turned her around and hauled through the doorway, ass first.

"You still want something else to stare at, you small town FUCKS? How's this?!" she shrieked as I continued to retreat toward the car. She tore her blouse farther open and tugged her other tit loose and shook them both back and forth and round and round.

Finally reaching the car I threw Ann into the backseat and dove into the driver's side and locked the doors before she could climb back out. I was furious as I started the car and slammed it into reverse, squealing tires, barely missing a new truck parked nearby.

The Northside Restaurant's windows were crowded full of gawking laughing diners, the overflow coming out onto the sidewalk. Ann flung herself at the car window, pounding on it with her tiny fists, so enraged that nothing came out of her mouth. She powered the window down as I shoved the car into drive and threw one of her shoes at the gawkers. One of them caught it and danced around holding it like some damn trophy!

When the window came down I could hear the faint sound of a distant siren growing louder and really put the pedal down. I slammed around some corners and quickly found a big wooded park on the south edge of town. We slewed around the corner near a bridge. I slammed on the brakes near a big clump of bushes and then carefully eased into the foliage while praying we would be hidden from view.

"Can you believe those....."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I demanded at the top of my lungs. I couldn't believe the heat and sound of my fury and a stunned Ann wisely obeyed, snapping her mouth shut.

The sirens grew and faded and grew and faded dopplering around us for awhile. The lone cruiser whistled by the park once and then, later, drove by very slowly, a small town cop in his retro cop's hat looking carefully our way. Ann was practically exposing herself in the window as she peered back but, thankfully, he never saw us and finally drove away.

Secret Revelations in Winterset City Park

"That was close..." slurred Ann who once more had started nipping at her flask.

"I said...SHUT UP, YOU CUNT!" I roared still amazed at my residual anger.

"And give me THAT FUCKING BOTTLE!" and I ripped it out of her hand and poured down a big gulp, followed by another, followed by another, and still one more draining out the last drops as I fumed in silence keeping my eyes peeled for the cops.

I sourly looked at the empty metal flask and caught drunken Ann's eyes in the rear view mirror. I slowly lowered my window and then flung the container into the nearby creek watching it splash into the middle, upright, and then float in the current for a while slowly sinking as it wound through the small riffles until it finally disappeared.

The October air smelled of the fresh creek water, decaying leaves, and wet earth and I lowered the other windows too and then reached into my glove box for another flask that I kept stashed there. I found that the alcohol on an empty stomach was maintaining my anger as I nipped steadily at my bottle.

"Can I have a little snort, too?"

I just looked daggers into her misty eyes through the mirror again and took another swallow.

My mother in law started to cry and I looked at her again in disgust.

"Shit! Can't you at least cover yourself? No? Oh, I forgot, you ripped your blouse in that FUCKING RESTAURANT, YOU SLUT!"

Now she was really crying and I couldn't give a shit. I took another swallow and watched her through the mirror. Tears had ruined her makeup and were streaming darkly down her cheeks and neck in purplish streaks that caressed her naked tits and dripped from her nipples. Ann caught me looking at her swaying mascara-streaked boobs and made a useless attempt at putting them back into her bra and closing her ripped blouse.