Chapter 2

After my first blowjob, then my first experience with shower sex, Mom and I dressed and walked to the car. As she sat in the driver’s seat she said, “There’s so many levers and stuff. What do I do?”

“Mom, you’ve been driving over 20 years. Don’t you remember how?”

“I remember your cum tastes great! And I remember your dick feels nice in my butt. Hehehehe! But I’m just a bimbo. I don’t know machines and stuff. Want me to suck you again?”

“Sure, when we get back.” I’d only driven a few times before but told her, “Swap seats, Mom. I’ll drive.”

She raised herself up as I slid toward the driver seat. She sat in my lap instead of moving over. “I like this. My butt’s on top of your big boner! Hehehehe! Where are we going?”

“A gas station. You need more Bimbo Lights.”

“Oh, yeah. I love those!”

I wasn’t comfortable with driving yet, even if I didn’t need to move Mom’s curly blonde hair out of my face and peek over her shoulder to see. Having her curvy butt pressing into my lap and her big breasts rubbing on my arms made it even more challenging. I may have only managed 20 miles an hour, but made it to the gas station.

Mom told the cashier, “I need some bimbo ... bimbo ... what are those called again?”

“Bimbo Lights, Mom.”

“Yeah, I’m a bimbo and need some more Bimbo Lights. Hehehe!”

The elderly cashier pulled a hair from his ear and examined it closely through his thick ‘beer goggle’ glasses. I loudly repeated, “She needs some Bimbo Lights.”

The ancient relic behind the counter farted loudly and said, “Oh, okay.” I glanced at the display of porn magazines and wished I could buy some. He looked in the cigarette rack and said, “Sorry, we don’t have ‘em. Do you want something else?” I grabbed five magazines and put them on the counter. He objected, “You need to be 21 to buy those.”

“They’re for her. You love sex, so I know you’ll like looking at sexy pictures, right, Mom?”

Luckily she agreed, “Yeah! Let’s go home and look at ‘em!”

“You need to buy them first. Pay him.”

“Oh, okay.”

We checked three more gas stations and a couple of grocery stores, but nobody carried Bimbo Lights. I was extremely disappointed. At the final place we checked, Mom got a pack of her usual menthol 100’s instead. As we climbed in the car, she said, “I don’t feel right. So tired, and my head is all woozy.”

“We’ll be home soon, Mom. It’ll be okay.”

By the time we got home, she was very lethargic and yawned several times. I was surprised she objected when we walked in her bedroom and I tried to help her take her dress off. “Ken, I’m your mother. You shouldn’t see me naked.”

“But ... but we had sex like six times today!”

“That was wrong. We shouldn’t do that. I need a nap. Go do something with your friends.” She closed the bedroom door when I walked out.

I got the porn magazines from the car and did the obvious in my bedroom for a few hours. I saw Mom in the kitchen at supper time. She was wearing a bath robe and looked quite embarrassed. She took an apple and an orange from the fridge, then told me, “Make yourself a sandwich or something. I don’t want to talk about what we did today, ever. Keep it a secret, okay?”

“Okay, Mom.”

“Good night.”