'Driver with Heavy Vehicle License needed urgently to deliver vehicle to west. Mobile 04 1234 5678'
The advert caught my eye as I read my friend's paper at 4:30 in the morning. I had spent a miserable night trying to sleep on a two-seater couch. I may only be five foot eight, but I'm heavily built and need to stretch out.
Now why would I be bumming a place to sleep; the reason was that I was broke. I needed to get back home to Western Australia and the only money I had in my pocket was $6.50. I didn't think I'd get far on that. The advert seemed like a gift from heaven, but there would be many trying to get it even if it involved nearly a five day trip. That is if you work to the rules, four days more likely, if you push it.
To hell with the time I thought, as I used my friend's mobile and called the number. To my surprise it was answered within three rings by a gruff male and I guessed elderly man's voice.
"I rang about the ad in the paper?" I started to say.
"Corner of Wood and Larken, Waverton, eight this morning, don't be late." Then the phone went dead.
I thought, 'you ignorant bastard, ' but then at this time of the morning any sane person is a bit narky.
When I arrived at the intersection there were three other men waiting and obviously truckies, two looked as though they hadn't shaved in days, the other had torn jeans. We chatted for a piece before a Bentley car pulled into the kerb at the park side which was the opposite we were sitting at. Out of the car stepped a man in his late forties - early fifties with one of his arms in a sling. Looking at him you knew he was a businessman. He waved the four of us over and without even asking for credentials or names he said, "No thanks lads, I won't be needing you," to the other three.
"Well it looks as though you have the job," he said to me smiling. "Have you ever driven a large coach?"
"I drove a bus in Perth for four months."
"But not on a long journey?"
"No I don't think I went above 80K."
"At least you are honest. As you see I have had an accident. I was going to drive the camper over myself, but not now. Oh I didn't tell you, the coach has been converted into a camper."
"Wow, it must be some size!"
"There is one other thing, I want you take my mother with you. Any objections?"
"No none, at least it will be company."
"Take your time, no rush, if mum wants to visit somewhere you take her. Also no longer than eight hours driving a day, I don't want mum tired out. I will give you money to pay for meals, not in some cheap take-away but in a restaurant."
"That could take about a week."
"Are you in a hurry to get to Perth?"
"No, you are paying for it."
"Now give me some proof of identity, your license will do."
I handed the license to him and he got out his mobile and dialled a number. He had his back to me, but I heard him read out my license number. He turned towards me, "Won't me a minute Henry," then he was talking again to someone at the other end of the phone. "Yea, great, thank you I owe you one." Then he turned to me smiling.
"Well at least you are clean, so when can you begin?"
"Right now, I have all my possessions here in this pack."
"Even better, get in the car I'll take you to see mum and the camper you will be driving. I would like you to start the journey first thing tomorrow morning to avoid the morning traffic, mum doesn't like the traffic."
He seemed to worry a lot about his mother, wish I knew mine. I was dumped and Child Welfare brought me up, so I had many mothers, several of them right bastards too.
Mum was a small plump woman, blue rinsed hair, large boobs, really big, wide hips and a comely smile. She was what you imagined your grandmother would look like, well what I imagined anyway. After talking with her and her son I formed the opinion though that she was a bit thick and easy to fob off. I couldn't care less over that, I was going to have her company for the next week it looked like, and she would be good company.
The camper was huge, with a shower, toile, two bedrooms, well a big one at the back with a double bed and a bunk bed opposite the bathroom and toilet. All had sliding doors fitted. The driver's seat was like a big easy chair which swivelled round and served as a lounge chair when stationary. The passenger's chair served the same purpose. The whole front of the coach or camper was a curved windscreen and when seated in the driver's seat made you feel you were outside the vehicle with full 180 degree panoramic view. Hell I was going to love driving this, a fully automatic Mercedes coach for just two people. Some people have all the luck, being able to buy something like this.
As we made our way out of Sydney on Route 1, the one that goes all the way around Australia, we had been chatting for some time about the build up of traffic and all the other useless things one talks about while driving.
"Lady, I don't know your name and I can't call you mum, so what do I call you?"
"Mum, will just be fine, what do you call your mother?"
"A selfish bitch for dumping me on the steps of the hospital and vanishing."
"Oh I am sorry to hear that Henry. All the more so to call me Mum, for that will be what we are, mother and son on a camping holiday."
So that was how I started calling her Mum, not that she was my real mother, but as her adopted son for this trip.
We made it to Lakes Entrance and parked in a Caravan park, got connected to water, electric and sewerage. This was good for we could flush the sewerage tank out and then leave with an empty tank. Mounted under the floor were the storage tanks for water and sewerage which, when connected to the camp sewerage, could be flushed out. Also there was a generator to supply lighting and power for the TV, microwave and other 240V AC appliances. As I said, a very well outfitted camper.
As directed I took Mum to dinner at a restaurant, and it being midweek and winter there were few patrons so it was easy to get a table.
Just the short distance from Sydney to here brought a dramatic change in the weather, here it was cold, snow lay on the side of the road and the forecast was for frost and more snow. I was glad I wasn't out in weather like this hitching, for that was what I intended if I never got this job.
After watching TV for a bit we turned in, Mum in the bedroom at the back, me on the lower bunk of the other bedroom, if you can call it that.
There was one appliance I didn't know was fitted that if switched on would, I think, have changed the outcome of this story. There was a 240V reverse cycle air-conditioner installed as well as the 24V one which ran when the camper engine was running.
It got colder and colder, but there were no more blankets available, so I was curled up in the foetal position when I heart a light tapping at the door. It could only be Mum, so I got out of the bed and slid open the door. She was wrapped in a dressing-gown and I could see she was wearing a flannelette long nightdress.
"I'm freezing, bring your blankets and come share them with me. We can cuddle up and keep warm. I'll have to speak to Sam about this cold," Mum said and without waiting on a reply returned to her room. I ripped off the two blankets and followed her. All that was on my mind was to get warm and if it meant sharing a bed so be it.
Mum lay on her left side as I spread the two single blankets over the bed and got in and lay on my back.
"Get cuddled up to my back Henry, we will both be warmer then," Mum said in a low voice.
I did as she asked and within ten minutes we were both nice and warm. Once I was warm I then realised just where I was with my large cock resting between her buttocks. When I realised where it was I started to get an erection which pressed harder than ever against her. Then Mum lifted her hips which for a time broke contact and then I realised she was pulling up the hem of her nightdress to her waist. Her hand then came around, fumbled with my shorts front and released my now rock-hard hardon, placed my cock between her thighs and clamped them tight.
Now my cock was in contact with the puffy lips of her pussy. I was that stunned by what she did that I just lay there. I placed an arm around her, she lifted her elbow and with the other hand placed my hand on one of her heavy soft breasts and then held it there.
"Now that is more comfy, now go to sleep Henry."
It wasn't the most comfortable position to sleep in, but I did. In the morning I woke to find I was on my back and Mum was lying facing me with her arm across my chest and her head on my shoulder. My hand was around her. I couldn't remember moving into this position, but now it was more comfortable. How I was going to get up without disturbing her was the next problem.
I started to rise up a bit to remove my arm from under her, when Mum opened her eyes and looked at me. "I was nice and comfortable, we are in no rush, it's early. Lie with me a while Henry," she said in that sweet pleading voice I was going to hear a lot on this journey. Her hand slid down and encircled my hard cock and that action changed my mind and I lay back.
"You like me holding your penis, don't you. Just like Sam does, but you are so much bigger than him."
"You hold your son's cock?"
"Oh more than that, he isn't married and someone has to take care of his sexual needs. It is a pity that he doesn't have more, for I love to satisfy him any way he wants. Want me to do the same for you Henry?"
It took me a little while to accept what she had just told me. This old woman was willing to commit the sin of having sex with her own son. Incest didn't seem to bother her and I was told to take care of Mum and do what she asks. Did he mean go the whole hog with her?
I don't think there is a man alive who could turn a woman down who was gently moving her hand up and down their shaft who would refuse them. "Yes Mum, I would, but only of you want to."
"Oh I want," she said and then slid her head down my body and then I felt her lips close over the end of my cock and her tongue went to work. I realised that I felt no teeth as her gums closed on my cock lightly and her head started moving up and down. I lowered my hand to her blue curly head lightly and then pressing down so more and more of my cock went into her mouth.
It had been six weeks since the woman I came over to Sydney with had walked out on me, back to her family, and since then I hadn't been with a woman. Helen, that was her name, should have taken lessons from Mum, for she knew how to use her mouth and tongue to rouse a man. Helen had been much older than me too, in fact twice my age; I must be attracted to older women. It didn't take long to bring me to an ejaculation, but all Mum did was slid her head up and as I spurted into her mouth her tongue wiped the sperm from the end and she swallowed.
When I had stopped spurting my load Mum slid her head up, still sucking, and my cock came out of her mouth with a pop. Sliding up until she was back with her head lying on my shoulder she asked, "Did you like what Mum just did? I did and I liked your nice big cock too."
Her leg came over mine and I could feel her pressing against my thigh and one of her breasts on my chest as she moved over my body slightly, as if to climb over me. "Just think of me as your girlfriend for the rest of the journey, we will make it last as long as possible, do you want to have sex with me Henry?" she said, once more handling my rapidly rising cock.
"That suits me fine, and I do like your company."
"Well then that is settled, but for now I'm getting up and we will continue where we left off later." With that she got out of bed and padded off to the toilet.
I rose, shivered and dashed into my bedroom and quickly dressed. I then prepared the coffee machine and waited on it to produce the coffee. After Mum came out of the washroom I went in and shaved.
While sitting having our coffee and toast, which Mum had made while I shaved, she reached over and placed her small hand over mine. "Henry, you and I will get on fine together, I just know it."
I just couldn't see her and the man who hired me going at it, or even myself. I now see that people are never what they appear to be. Who would have thought the gentle old blue-rinsed seventy something sitting opposite me had given me a blow job this morning and offering more still. All the same I wasn't going to turn it down, it isn't often you get handed pussy on a plate with no strings attached.
As I got ready to leave Mum was on the cell phone to her Sam. When I came back in she showed me the switch that ran the ducted 240Volt AC air-conditioner, which used the same ducts as the one connected to the engine. We both burst out laughing. "We may be warmer tonight, but I still want you in my bed," she added.
"Does that mean I can forget about that bunk for the rest of the journey?"
"You bet you can!" she said smiling and belting herself in, in the front passenger's seat, "now roll this wagon, we head west young man."
That day we passed through Melbourne and kept on the Route 1 around the coast to Adelaide rather than take the shorter overland road. That night we stopped at a place called Warnambool, after dinner there was no TV that evening as I could see Mum was as eager as I was to get between the sheets. The air-conditioner was set to low and I saw for the first time her naked body. I was right, her breasts were like two melons and hang down to her midriff. Even though she was plump there was a definite flair out to her wide hips. Her pubic hairs were almost non-existent and her bottom was round and still firm. I know her body was no match as that of a woman my age, but she still looked good to me.
It appeared she loved giving men a blow job, for no sooner than she got in bed that she dived down and again my cock was buried in her mouth. This time I was going to join in so I got hold of her leg and pulled her over me and then I plunged my head into her plump pussy. It was so nicer muff diving without the muff and she even smelt and tasted nicer. As I gently munched I made for her little button and within minutes I had her squirming on top of me with those melon sized breasts of hers rubbing my lower stomach. This time I wasn't going to spend in her mouth, for she removed her mouth from my cock and rubbed it between her soft breasts. All this time I was lapping at the entrance to her pussy.
Mum eased herself away from me and squatted herself over my cock and just lowered herself down. Now I was buried all the way into the pussy I had been so eagerly devouring only seconds before. She may be an old woman, but she felt as good as any other woman and she sat up proud with my whole cock inside her.
"This is nice Henry, you are a lot bigger than my Sam. I think I like your penis a lot better than his, it seems to fill every part of me and so hard too, Sam gets soft awfully quick," she admitted to me while she just sat there. I loved the feeling I was getting with her slight movements, she just seemed to know what kept me on edge. Her movements weren't great, but I was still getting the greatest of sensations and I also liked to watch the way her breasts swung as she performed on my cock.
I couldn't resist any longer and reached out and held them, one in each hand. "God Mum, I think you have great boobs."
"Please don't blaspheme. You may think they are great, but they are too big, I wish they were a lot smaller like my friend Hazel, Now there is someone I must introduce you to." She chatted away as she sat there with my cock deep inside her. She had stopped moving and my rising passion receded with it. She kept doing this, bringing me to the brink and then allowing me to calm down again.
It was during one of those periods she again spoke, for otherwise she was quiet, except for moments of letting out long slow hisses.
"Henry, no-one has ever done what you did to me. I have always wanted Sam to do it but he said it was dirty to do that, I thought it was lovely. Thank you Henry."
"Any time Mum, I liked doing it too."
"I'm glad and that you didn't just do it because I did it to you," she said, almost in tears. I had no idea what brought this on.
This time her movements were rapid as she started pounding herself hard on to my phallus, driving me even deeper inside her. Her movements were as if she was desperate to have me spend into her. I had my hands on her hips and as she let out a long sigh I shot my load into her warm nest. She reached behind her, took the edge of the bedding, and fell forward on to my chest and then she started crying, the tears dripping on to my chest. I had my arms around her trying to console her, still with my cock buried in her pussy.
"Oh I wish that you were my son, you are so much kinder and let me go at my own pace. Promise me you won't forget me when we reach home."
"I'll keep in touch if that is what you want Mum."
"Promise me; don't just say it because of what we just did."
"No, I'll keep in touch. I'll do more than that if you will let me," I replied.
"Oh I hope you do and often, I knew you and I would get on just fine together."
What can you say to a woman who says those things to you? "Thanks lady you are a good fuck, so good I want to keep on fucking you." I never once considered her age, for that was irrelevant.
As she lay there I slowly slipped out of that gloriously warm receptacle of hers. She continued to lie over me, but soft as she was, started to get heavy. She hugged me as though I was her own son and kissed my face and ears. This last act brought a reaction and I felt my now limp cock begin to rise. She felt it too and dropped her hand on to my now sticky, but dry, cock, which caused a twitching and some more blood being pumped into its spongy cells.