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Rendezvous

Copyright© 2017 by Old Man with a Pen

Chapter 25

Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 25 - Oh Well. Shit happens.

Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   Consensual   Drunk/Drugged   Heterosexual   School   Western   Science Fiction   Aliens   Time Travel   non-anthro   First   Oral Sex  

Cora

“Chuck?”

“Mom?”

“Time to go?” I suggested.

He pulled himself away from the Far East ... China and Asia... “Aw ... I guess.”

“Nice meeting you, Zen,” I said. “You, too, ladies. Bye girls. Come on, Charles. Load up.”

“Mom?”

“Chuck?”

“Aren’t you too stoned to drive?”

“Probably,” I said. “But we’re not going very far. Check the Triple A map for a restaurant and a motel.”

“The Pines ... four miles back the way we came.”

“On 17B?”

“Yes.”

“What’s in front of us?”

I suffer from Grant’s Phobia. I can’t retrace my steps. By asking what was in front of us, I wouldn’t have to retreat.

“Gimmie a minute?”

“Sure.” Now that I’m in the car ... I fidget. In a yank to get on with it, I took out my spray bottle of alcohol spray and a soft cloth and started rubbing down the steering wheel, the shifter, the head of the ignition key, the glove box door, the radio dials, the crack between the wood dash and the metal behind it, assorted chrome ... fussbudget.

Chuck stopped looking in the book and...

“What?” I said.

“You’re a nut, mom.”

“Back before you were a gleam in your father’s eye ... I’d get stoned and clean ... compulsive ... couldn’t help myself. Dave would come home from work and I’d be on my knees cleaning the cracks in the bathroom tile with a toothbrush ... usually naked.” I got that gone look in my eye and said, “That was some of the best sex...”

“MOM! I didn’t need to know that!” Chuck said, “It’s going to take me a week to get that out of my mind.”

I giggled.

“Hurry up. I’m suddenly starved.” I thought about it... “Do they still have TOM’S Machines?

“What’s that?”

“The laundromat across the highway from the apartment had this dispenser. It was full of small packs of Tom’s potato chips ... all kinds. A dime each. Dave and I would go the laundromat with a couple of bucks of dimes and start dropping dimes and pulling levers. We’d take our booty home, put it all in one bowl and crush it. You never knew what flavor you were going to get next ... Heck! Now I have the munchies. Quick ... find a grocery store!”

 
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