Chapter 8

My Aunt ignored the stares, guffaws and even honked horns caused by her sudden appearance at the gas station. She was wearing what would eventually be called a “thong bikini” or a “microkini” but in 1976 it was unheard of and even more shocking – especially in rural Montana.What we called “String Bikini” back then would seem tame by today’s standards. What my Aunt wore was scandalous and it showed off her voluptuous curves and huge natural tits.

“Hey Lady, you are going to cause an accident,” the full service attendant was annoyed. He wore a powder blue pair of oily coveralls. He was doubly annoyed that my Aunt wasn’t choosing premium service and that meant less profit for his gas station.

“I am so sorry about that,” Juggs apologized, but continued to pump gas. Credit cards were virtually unheard of back then. Older gas stations like this one trusted you to pump and then pay. She paused for a moment and then looked into the car and grinned right at us. “I guess I am just a dumb bitch that doesn’t think about what she is doing.”

She held up one finger to us to indicate that she just checked off on one of her husband’s requirements for today. Despite all of her hard work on the ranch, she managed to keep her nails painted.

The attendant didn’t know how to respond to that. He expected her to offer an excuse but not to admit to being a stupid bitch.

“Hey Mister, would you like to have sex with Juggs? All you have to do is ask,” Lloyd popped his head out of the window of the car.

Eddie glared angrily at him, but his mother stood there holding the gas nozzle in one hand and didn’t deny that it was true.

The gas attendant assumed that Lloyd was just having a laugh and not at all serious. However, people were far less sensitive and probably a little more perverted back in the 1970s. He didn’t berate him for offering his mother for sex.

“I’d rather have a go at that pretty young thing sitting on your lap,” the attendant looked right at Harley and smiled wickedly like the big bad wolf sizing up his next meal.

Without missing a beat, and as if she really meant it, Harley put her pretty face through the window and looked right up at the man. “You’ll have to ask my daddy’s permission.”

My jaw dropped open, Eddie’s jaw dropped open. I don’t know if anyone else was entirely shocked but I was not expecting that response at all. I thought she’d tell him something about doing him right after hell froze over. He wasn’t particularly handsome and he was older than Eddie.

Eddie waved the man over to him and leaned out of the window to whisper in his ear. “No sir, I didn’t mean anything by it. I didn’t know she was only 14, she looks a lot older,” I heard him apologize. “Okay, you are serious? Okay, thank you.”

I didn’t hear what Eddie told him. I didn’t have to in order to know that he had warned him that his daughter was jailbait. The attendant walked over to where Juggs was pumping gas and took her by the hand. He put the nozzle back in the pump and set up “Be right back – five minutes” sign on the full service pump.

Then he led her to the men’s bathroom and the two of them disappeared. I’d love to describe to you what went on in there. I didn’t know enough about sex at the time to imagine it for you, but I assumed it was dirty and rough on the bathroom floor.

“If you ever do that again, I might just tell them yes,” Eddie warned his daughter.

“I’d have gone with him if you said yes,” Harley sounded like she was bluffing.

“Despite what we said yesterday about you being LIKE your mom, you are NOT your mom. If you ever decide to let someone make the decision about who you have sex with – it probably shouldn’t be me because I’d take you to the carnival and let the carnies pass you around like a beach ball.”

“Promises, Promises, Eddie,” Harley sighed and sat back in her brother’s arms. She enjoyed teasing him a little – and I was pretty sure he had a rock hard boner.

Another car pulled into the gas station. In those days, most people were patient enough to just wait for the attendant and we were in the self-service lane. “I wish Juggs would hurry up,” Eddie looked at his watch.

“Is that a digital?” Patrick asked.

“Yeah, this is a Hamilton Pulsar,” Eddie showed it off to my brother. “This is not some cheap Casio crap,” he laughed. “One day they’ll put an entire calculator into a watch!”

“I bet one day, they will fit an entire computer onto a watch,” Patrick predicted.

“Oh god, Beam me up, Scotty!” Lloyd scoffed at the far fetched prediction of a smart-watch. “Not in this lifetime!”

“Ye of little faith,” Eddie chided his sons for their lack of vision. “Moore’s Law states that roughly every two years, the number of transistors on microchips will double. If that is true then we’d have entire computer watches by the year 2020 at the latest.”

“Roger Moore? The new Bond? He’ll never replace Sean Connery,” Gerald laughed out loud at the possibility that anyone could replace the Scottish actor in that role.

Juggs walked out of the bathroom. She was smiling and wiping her mouth. Her mascara had ran a little. She looked confident as she hopped into the car and started it up. The attendant was right behind her. He was tucking in his pants and adjusting them.

“How much do we owe you?” she asked.

“No charge, come again anytime,” he waved us off.

“You too! Thank you!” she blew a kiss to him. He was already washing the window of the other car.

Her kids were laughing at the exchange and asking for details on what she did.

“Okay, some ground rules,” Eddie announced once his wife started driving again. “Juggs doesn’t need your help finding men. With tits like hers, they will find her. I don’t want to hear you offer her like that again.”

Juggs seemed amused and flattered but kept her eye on the road. I noticed she periodically reached up and touched her nipples and rolled the nub between her fingers under the cloth. The rubber bands were obviously really having an affect on her.

“Second, don’t ask Juggs for details. What happens between her and that man is their business and not yours.”

“They know about the arrangement now, it’s only natural they would be curious, Eddie,” Juggs shrugged.

“Then tell them what you did!” Eddie didn’t appreciate his wife countermanding him. That clearly hadn’t been Juggs intention. She apologized and explained “My mom always taught me don’t ask a question unless you want the answer. I am sorry Eddie. I just don’t want the kids getting the wrong impression. Most of the time, it’s very routine.”

“I said tell them what you did,” Eddie repeated sternly. Clearly, Juggs hadn’t wanted to make her husband irate.

“There is no point in hiding it now. I really love sucking cock. He asked me to take him into the bathroom and give him head. I pulled his pants down, and lovingly stroked his cock while licking it until he ejaculated. There was nothing romantic or glamorous about it and the only pleasure I got out of the experience was knowing that I made his day.”

“Wow, imagine if he tells somebody that a woman with a car load of teenagers pulled into self-service, stepped out in the world’s sexiest bikini and offered to blow him,” Patrick theorized.

“Do you really think this outfit is sexy, Patrick?” she was flattered by the compliment.

“Yeah!” Patrick replied enthusiastically.

“Thank you, Patrick! You made an old whore’s day,” Juggs mused. My Aunt was barely mid-thirties.

“He’s just buttering you up so he can pinch your titties again,” Harley said. She reached across me and patted Patrick’s lap and announced her had a boner thinking about Juggs.

“Patrick can do much better than my stretched old milk sacks, but if that’s what he wants to do, I don’t have a problem with it,” Juggs countered. It was almost like they were trying to one up each other.

Eddie pointed out that any touching had to go through him, as my Aunt found a parking space.

The boys went into the YMCA. Harley, Juggs and me were relegated to carrying the suntan lotion, coolers and various sundry. “Women’s work,” as they called it.

We followed them into the pool area. Lloyd and Patrick were already jumping in the water. Eddie scouted out a table with some lounge chairs.

My Aunt helped us by applying suntan lotion to our backs. At the time, I didn’t realize that men were getting a vicarious thrill watching her rub the lotion all over our skin. The one piece swimsuit that I wore was anything but sexy and I felt like an awkward freckle-faced string-bean.

“I think that boy likes you,” Juggs whispered in my ear as she rubbed lotion into my shoulders. A quiet boy was leering at me from across the pool. I was secretly flattered but assumed he wasn’t interested in me – how could he be? Compared to Harley and her mother, I was just a flat-chested under-developed 14 year old.

“That’s Mike Wagner’s little brother,” Harley observed angrily.

“Mike Wagner? Isn’t the boy you use to date?” Juggs asked.

“Yeah, he’s with Doris Godwin now,” Harley pouted.

“Oh Mike, I liked him,” Eddie overheard. “He’s going to make a fine electrical engineer one day,” he said. “Would you like to invite him over so that I can give him permission to get a blowjob? Maybe you can steal him back from Doris.”

Harley put her hands on her hips and offered her father a lemony wince.

“What is Eddie talking about?” Juggs asked.

“You were pumping gas. Didn’t you hear the attendant ask to fuck Harley? That’s when I called him over and told him to take you in the bathroom for the blowjob of his life.”

“Aww, that’s sweet,” Juggs was flattered when her husband said her BJ’s were the best in the world. “Harley, I won’t stop you if that is what you want, but Eddie is going to expect a lot. Are you keeping up with your birth control pills?”

“Mom! I was just joking,” Harley seemed perturbed that her mother had immediately accepted her decision to allow her father to choose her sex partners. I was shocked that she hadn’t told Harley she couldn’t do that.

Our conversation was cut short by three bimbos crossing the pool area. They sucked all the attention away from us and put it on them. Doris, her sister Lori and her mother sashayed across the pool.

Doris had short brown hair and small tits. She was a little older than us but clearly Harley’s rival. Her sister Lori had long dark hair styled like Farrah Faucet. She must have recently put ice on her nipples because they poked out of her red bikini like upraised cocks.

Her mother, Cheryl was clearly the center of attention. I had never seen or heard of a ‘boob job’ before and in the 1970s they were not very natural. “Frankentits” is what Juggs and Harley called her.

Cheryl’s tits were unnaturally stiff and it’s difficult for me to describe. They garnered a lot of attention.

“She had to do that to distract from her wrinkled face,” Juggs muttered.

There was no love lost between these women. Mike was a handsome young man. He was tall and lean and looked way too old for Harley. He was shaving already. He was probably older than Lloyd.

Doris made a show of fawning over Mike just to get Harley’s goat. I didn’t realize that just watching another girl applying lotion to me was sexy. It was a fairly mundane and trivial activity.