Chapter 43: TWISTED WORLD

Dr Pvara appreciates free office space in the truck-stop and her appointment as the ‘NOW’ company resident doctor. Not only does she do all the company’s pre-hire and annual physicals, she bandages trucker’s burns, cuts, and scrapes. Takes temperatures of those employees claiming to feel feverish, and doles out aspirin for headaches...

Most importantly, she constantly monitors the lot lizards for sexually transmitted infections. That was a necessary benefit, to protect my incautious brothers health, because Johnny has recently become the lizards favorite customer. All of them. He recently harvested an excellent tobacco crop that sold at top dollar and he’s blowing it as fast as he can on public toilet pussies.

Mom has a boyfriend now, I think. Every few days, she rides off on her scooter to meet Moses for lunch, or to potter around helping him in his garden. If they’re happy together, I’m happy for them. Especially happy since it’s convenient, with Mom out of the house, for Karen and I to have some real quality sibling time together. Karen does confirm Milly’s narrative of Dad’s abuse of her, beginning at a tender age, continuing through her early teens. That doesn’t necessarily support a conclusion Milly is hundred percent accurate. I have serius doubts about her conclusions and her version of events and who has lustful attractions whom. I think she’s full of shit about Mom lusting after her own sons. It is completely out of character for Mom. My Mom, the one I’m familiar with at least. People do have hidden sides to them. I hide several unpalatable aspects I wouldn’t want to be made public knowledge. Letting it all hang out, isn’t wise or popular. If Mom has inappropriate thoughts and desires, she certainly keeps them well hidden from me.

As I’m walking from my scales office over to the construction site of the huge house Marshall and I are having constructed, one morning, Mom zooms by me on her recently repowered scooter.

Sergey upgraded her scooter with the manufacturer’s intended correct sized engine, the size it was originally equipped with, seventeen and a half horsepower. The twelve horsepower repurposed King Midget engine that I earlier donated to repair the scooter, is now finally being installed in the King Midget and the kit car will soon be completely assembled. When it’s ready, I’ll offer the tiny car to Mom for transportation use during inclement weather. It has a convertible canvas roof and side curtains. Additionally, it’s side by side seating for two, provides her the opportunity to invite a passenger to ride along, or privately park for some hot necking.

Mom’s new engine snorting and growling furiously, she zooms by me again, then she spins around in a bootlegger sliding turn. Once stopped, she leans forward on her forearms planted across the handlebars, allowing her head to sag, wearily drooping on her chest.

“Mom! Are you okay?” I shout as I sprint towards her.

“Just catching my breath, darling.” Her voice is quavering, stressed out. Perhaps this more powerful engine isn’t one of my best ideas? Too much for Mom to comfortably handle, perhaps.

“Come for a ride with me, Ricky, please?”

Okay, I want to assure myself Mom isn’t having a heart attack. Concerned about her flushed and sweaty appearance, I’ll go with her, just in case she collapses. The morning isn’t hot at all. About seventy degrees F, it’s very comfortable for walking, and perhaps even a bit windy and chilly, riding exposed at higher velocities.

“Where do I hang on?”

Sitting astride behind her, I’m feeling awkward how to hug her. Mom is wearing tennis shorts and a white cotton tee shirt, without a bra. I can see her brown aureoles on her waist low hanging breasts through the thin material.

Mom guides my hands, placing them flat on the front of her round firm abdomen. She rubs her palms over the bacs of my hands.