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Billy watched the train coast into the station. Glancing down at hiswatch, he saw that it was already four o’clock in the afternoon. Hehad been waiting for the train almost an hour.
The smell of diesel and hot metal washed over him as the train slowlyinched down the track. Looking down the line of dirty silver cars, hesaw a very buxom lady frantically waving in his direction. His eyeslocked on her breasts as they jiggled and threatened to spill out ofher dress at any moment. As the train drew closer, he was finallyable to tear his eyes away from lady’s breasts and he realized that itwas his mother. Embarrassed that he had been ogling his mother’sbreasts, he grinned foolishly and waved back at her.
Watching her lean farther and farther out the window, he picked uphis suitcase and trotted down the platform toward her. He hoped shewouldn’t fall out on her head before he got to her.
“Hi, Mom,” he puffed, arriving under her window.
Setting his bag down, he reached up and tried to push her back intothe train.
“Oh, My Little Baby, I’m so happy to see you,” she bubbled,pushing his hands away and leaning down to give him a wet, slobbery kiss.
“I’m happy to see you too,” he grinned up at her, “but, you’d betterwatch out or you’ll fall out of the train.”
She was now leaning out the window so far her dress had fallen openrevealing a great deal of her big, soft white breasts. He tried notto look at them, but the temptation was too great. As his eyes dippeddown to the swollen mountains of soft pink flesh, he felt himselfblush. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn’t help noticing howbeautiful and full they were as he peered down her dress.
“You’d better stop leaning out so far or you’ll fall,” he repeatedhimself, trying to push her back up and remove the temptation.
“I was just so excited to see you,” she laughed, slowly letting himpush her back.
“Hurry up, Baby and get on board. I can’t wait to give you a greatbig hug,” she gushed.
Picking up his bag, he hurried over to the door and started to openit. As he did, the door suddenly opened and he was greeted by theconductor.
“Right this way, Sir,” the conductor said, taking his bag and leadingBilly down the hallway.
Then Billy smiled as he saw his mother standing in the doorwaywaiting for him.
“Oh, My Honey,” she blurted out, grabbing him and giving him a bighug, “finally.”
The smell of his mother’s intoxicating perfume and the lingeringfragrance of alcohol on her breath greeted him as he took her into hisarms. Hugging her back, he felt her big, soft breasts flatten outagainst his chest. His mother hadn’t changed a bit, he thought. Shewas still a very affectionate woman.
“Put his bag in the next compartment, please,” he heard her tell theconductor as she finally stepped back away from him.
“Come on inside,” she told him, taking his hand and pulling himinside, “I have so much to tell you.”
Sitting down on the settee, he watched her reach into her purse andbring some money. Smiling at Billy, she waited as the conductor putthe bag into the adjoining cabin and closed the door behind him.
“Uh, Mr. Conductor, could you bring us a bottle of Canadian Club, asix pack of coke and another glass?” she smiled handing him two twentydollar bills.
The conductor smiled back at her lecherously as he took the money.“It’s not what you think,” she told him as she started to close thedoor, “he’s my son.”
“Uh, Yes, Ma’am,” the conductor grinned back at her, winking.
“Really, he is,” she said, her smile disappearing.
“Yes’m” he returned, his leer now gone.
As his mother talked to the conductor, Billy looked around the cabinand saw another empty bottle of CC sitting on the end table.Although, his mother didn’t appear drunk, it was apparent she had hada few drinks before he had arrived.
Closing the door, she turned and looked at him. She didn’t speak forthe longest time as she stood looking down at him affectionately.Billy felt himself blush as his mother adoringly stared at him.Finally, she sat down beside him.
“God, it is good to see you,” she sighed, taking hold of his hand andgiving it a hard squeeze. “You’re all I’ve got now.”
She began to talk. It was as if the floodgates had opened and the words poured out. Even though they had talked several times since thedivorce, she repeated her side of the story. She seemed to be tryingto convince him of her innocence in the divorce.
Billy knew that his father had left her for a younger woman. Billyhad thought his mother was handling it quite well, but now face toface with her, he could see the damage it had done to her psyche. Hecould see wrinkles around her eyes that hadn’t been there six monthsearlier. She looked tired and drawn. Still, the old spark ofdefiance was in her eyes, but he could see a hollow emptiness behindthat spark.
All at once, she started to cry.Just as she did, there was a knock at the door. Waiting for a moment,he watched her reach into her purse and pull out a soft, lacy handkerchief. She stopped sniffing and dabbed at her tears as he went to the door.
It was the conductor with her order. Taking it from the conductor, hetold him to keep the change and closed the door. Setting the liquorin front of his mother, he watched as she opened the bottle andshakily filled their glasses with booze, coke and ice.She handed him his drink and leaned back. He watched her as shethirstily took a long pull on her drink. She set her glass down andtook a deep breath. Once again, she began to unload her burden ofdepression, guilt, blame onto him.
She repeated the story of how Billy’s father had left her without anynotice. He had just left one day without so much as a how-do-you-do.He had run off with his secretary and they were now living somewherein the Bahamas.
Billy knew this much. He had talked with his father after thedivorce. His father had said it was all his fault and that Billyshouldn’t blame his mother for anything that had happened. He hadoffered no excuses or alibis for what he had done. He had just statedthat he found Gloria, his secretary to be more compatible with hiscurrent lifestyle. He was independently wealthy, he saw no reason whyhe shouldn’t benefit from his wealth enjoy life the way he wanted toenjoy it. Unfortunately, Billy’s mother, Maureen wasn’t part of thatdeal. He did tell Billy that he had left Maureen very well off financially.
Billy sat sipping his drink, listening to his mother unload hertroubles onto him.
Then all at once, she stopped talking. Setting her drink down, shereached out and pulled him to her.
“I don’t think I can ever trust any other man, but you,” she saidemphatically.
Before he could answer, the train jerked to life and started to move.As it did, it lurched and his mother fell against him. Instinctivelyreaching out to brace herself, she accidentally plunged her handdown into his crotch where it landed squarely on top of his semi-erectpenis.
Momentarily pinned against him by the train’s momentum, she didn’tmove her hand for several seconds. At last, as the train slowed again, she moved away from him.
“I’m sorry,” she gushed, a red tinge spreading over her face.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“No, you didn’t hurt me,” he told her, taking another drink trying tohide his own embarrassment.
Neither of them spoke for several moments as they listened to thesound of the train picking up speed. Soon the train was speedingalong as they adapted to its slight swaying vibration.
His mother reached out and took his hand as she began to talk again.Holding onto his hand for dear life, she acted like he would leave hertoo, if she didn’t hold onto him. Billy agonized for her. She hadbeen deeply hurt. Now it seemed as if he was her only salvation. Hewanted her to get it all off her chest so he let her go on and on.As he sat listening and sipping his drink, his mother would talk awhile and then cry for a while. Comforting her the best he could, hecould only give her a reassuring hug every once in a while.
Then abruptly, she stopped crying. Turning away from him, she blanklystared out the train window at the landscape speeding by outside. Sheseemed to be deep in thought.
Sitting back, sipping on his drink, Billy absent-mindedly checked herfor any other signs of mental or physical deterioration. There wereno other visible signs of the obvious strain she was under, but Billycould sense the tenseness in her carriage.
He could only wonder what had possessed his father to leave her. Shewas still a stunningly beautiful woman even at forty-seven. As shecontinued to stare out the window, he unconsciously appraised her.Her long, silky, red hair fell down over her shoulders, framing herface. It was a face that could grace any fashion magazine, even astired and haggard as she appeared to him. He felt a slight twinge ofshame as he admired her big, heavy breasts swelling out proudly aboveher flat, trim belly. Quickly running his eyes down her statuesque,graceful legs, tucked up under her firm, rounded buttocks, he concededthat she was beautiful. Then again, he was biased. Still, she was anexceptional beauty and Billy came to the conclusion that his fathermust be stupid to leave her.
He knew that she would have no trouble finding another man, if sheever decided to start looking again. But right at the moment, shedidn’t seem emotionally capable of handling another relationship.She must have told him ten times that she could never trust any otherman now. She could only trust him.
It was sad that his parents had divorced after twenty years ofmarriage. It seemed to have devastated his mother and left a big,ghastly scar on her ego. That scar might not ever heal, Billythought sadly.
Finally, turning from the window, she smiled at him and poured herself another drink.
“More?” she asked him, holding the bottle out with shaking hands.
“Sure, but just a little though,” he told her holding out his glass.
Her hand trembled slightly and the bottle tinkled against his glass asshe refilled it. Setting the bottle down, she scooted over next tohim again. Snuggling up against him, she began to cry softly again.
“Oh, I am so very, very glad you’re here,” she wept softly, “I havebeen so lonely and unhappy. But now, I feel safe and happy and, andall warm inside.”
“You know you can come to me anytime, Mom,” he told her, gentlypulling her up against him and giving her kiss on the top of her head.
“For anything.”
“Oh, Thank you, you don’t know how much it means to have someone youcan turn to for comfort, or………….Anything,” she sniffed, theflow of tears finally slowing, “Thank you so much. Thank you for justbeing you.”
Neither of them spoke for several moments as they sat holding eachother. Then she looked up at him with the most serious look on herface.
“Billy, Do, uh, could, uh,” she started to say.
Just then there was a knock on the door.
“I’ll get it,” he said, getting up.
Opening the door, he found the conductor standing there.
“The dining car is now open,” he said.
“Thanks,” Billy told him, closing the door.
“What were you going to say, Mother,” he asked her as he sat back downbeside her.
“Oh, nothing,” she smiled weakly, “nothing that can’t wait.”
“Good, because I’m hungry,” he told her.
“Me, too,” she agreed. “Let’s go eat.”
Giving his mother one last hug, Billy went to his cabin to tidy up.When he returned to his mother’s room, her mood had improvednoticeably.
Giving her a peck on the cheek, Billy took her hand and they set offfor the dining car. Billy was glad to see her laughing and smiling asthey bumped and brushed against each other in the tight confines ofthe small hallway. Both of them were just a little tipsy making itdifficult to walk as the train swayed along. Laughing and titteringlike two drunken teenagers, they finally made it to the dining car.Hoping that she was over her crying jag, he smiled and opened the doorfor her.
They were immediately seated by their waiter.Sitting at the table, his mother took hold held onto his hand tightly.She seemed afraid to let him go, even as they had a couple more drinks waiting for their meal. Billy was beginning to feel a little self conscious as his mother fawned over him, but he didn’t stop her.
“I don’t know if I can ever let you go,” she said softly, giving hishand another squeeze as she took another sip of her drink. “You are myonly man now.”
Growing more self-conscious by the minute, he was relieved when theirfood finally arrived and she had to let go of his hand. They made small talk as they ate and before they knew the meal was finished.
After dinner, she signed the tab and took his hand again. Leadinghim out of the dining car, she tugged him down to the lounge car.Finding an empty table, they sat down and ordered still another drink.They talked for a while, but about half way through his drink, Billyfelt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Gulping the rest of hisdrink down, he set his glass down.
“Mom, I’ve had a long day,” he yawned. “I think I’m going back and hitthe sack.”
“Oh, so soon,” she whined.
“I’m afraid so,” he grinned sleepily, “I can barely keep my eyes open.”
“Oh, well, okay, go ahead,” she told him, pouting sadly, “I’m going tostay her for a while and have a nightcap. I’ll be down later.”
“Okay, but be careful,” he told her, “you’ve had a lot to drink today.”
“I know,” she smiled warmly, leaning over and giving him a soft,gentle kiss on the cheek, “I know what I’m doing. You go ahead andgo to bed and I’ll be down to tuck you in later.”
“I doubt that I will be awake for that long,” he laughed, standing upbeside her.
Smiling subtlety, she reached over and gave his thigh an intimate squeeze.
“That’s okay, it won’t make any difference,” she said, looking up athim with a funny little smile on her lips.
Stopping at the door, he turned and looked back at her. He saw herwave at him. He stopped and waved back at her as she blew him a kiss.He wondered what she had meant, when she said it wouldn’t make anydifference, but was too groggy to worry about it.
As he walked down the corridor, he realized that he was quite tipsy.Suddenly all of the day’s events seemed to settle down onto hisshoulders all at once. It seemed to take him hours to reach hiscabin, but at last he stumbled into it. He wearily undressed andcrawled into his bunk. He knew that he should put his pajama’s on,but he was just too tired to care.
Within moments, he was asleep….
(hours later when he woke up)
He didn’t know what time it was when he heard someone fumbling withthe lock on his door. Trying to see what time it was, he was suddenlyblinded by a brief flash of light as the door opened. Blinkingdrunkenly, he saw the silhouette of his mother standing in the doorswaying with the rhythm of the train.
He pretended to be asleep, but watched her lurch into the small cabin.The faint night light bathed the room in a soft fuzzy glow as hewatched her reel over to the couch and flop down on it. She peeredover at him. She looked befuddled as she peered at him. He kept hiseyes squinted, but he could still vaguely make her out in the dim light.
She didn’t move for several moments. She just sat there looking athim. Then the train sped by a brightly lit station and the cabin wasbriefly awash with light. This seemed to stir her from her reverie asshe turned and looked out the window. She sat looking out the windowat the at the lights that flashed by outside the speeding train. Shedidn’t move for several moments. Then she slowly started unbuttoningher blouse. Her fingers crept down her blouse releasing button afterbutton, until at last it was open.
What was she doing, Billy wondered? Didn’t she know she was in thewrong cabin?
The darkness made it hard to see. Still, in the faint glow of thenight-light, he saw her suddenly twitch her shoulders and her blouseslipped off her shoulders. Her lace covered bosom was now exposed.The same mountainous pillows of flesh he had sneaked a peek at earlierthat day were now once again partially revealed to him. Staring downat her imposing breasts, hidden only by the frilly softness of herbrassiere, he felt his cock lurch with perverse excitement. He hatedhimself for watching her undress, but he couldn’t stop himself. Heknew he should say something to warn her of her mistake, but hecouldn’t bring himself to speak.
Then his heart threatened to stop as he watched her reach behind herback. After a few moments, his mouth suddenly went dry as the soft,fragile tangle of lace and embroidery slipped down her arms baring hergreat, white breasts. Even in the soft dimness of the cabin, he couldsee them quiver and jiggle provocatively as she drunkenly rose to herfeet. Staring at the beautiful, drooping mountains of flesh cappedwith even darker swollen cups, he felt a perverted desire to suck onthem as he had done as a child. He couldn’t believe that this wasactually happening.
As he secretly watched on, he couldn’t believe his eyes as his motherhooked her thumbs into the waist band of her skirt. Then one quickjerk, she thrust her skirt and panties down her long, curvaceous legs.Releasing them, she staggered out of the pile of clothes and stoodbefore her son as naked as the day she had been born.
He nearly had a heart attack as he openly gawked her. Scarcely ableto breathe, he dropped his eyes downward. The cabin was too dark tomake out much, but he was still able to make out the dark, mystictriangle of darkness covering the base of her stomach.
The simple act of seeing his mother naked was almost too much for him.He felt his cock jerk and threaten to explode at any moment.
Straining to control this urge, he hated himself for what he was doingand thinking. Still, he couldn’t stop staring at her nakedness.His mouth was dry and his heart was pounding a hundred miles an houras he waited to see what she would do next.
Why was he so sinfully excited by seeing his mother nude? He hadnever had any sexual thoughts about his mother before, but now he wasdefinitely aroused by her nakedness.
He had a strange feeling about her. He couldn’t explain it. Maybebecause his father was gone, he was now “the man” of the family. Hecouldn’t put his finger on it, but there was a definite difference inthe way they had acted toward each other all afternoon and night. Itwas on a much more adult level, almost like equals. With this, therewas an air of eroticism about their interaction. Something dark andforeboding was taking place in his heart. He was afraid of what mighthappen, but did nothing to stop it.
Lying there watching her, he suddenly realized that his hand waswrapped around his rock hard cock. He now regretted his earlierdecision to sleep in the nude.
His mother stood in the center of the car for the longest time,quietly swaying with the rhythm of the rocking train. Finally, shestumbled over to the small couch and sat down. Then he heard herquietly sobbing.
Filled with compassion for her, he hated to see her hurting. But whatcould he do? They were both naked and he didn’t know what wouldhappen if he did go to her. Torn with indecision, he didn’t know whatto do. Should he ignore her? Or Should he try and comfort her?
After several minutes, he realized her crying was growing louder andit didn’t look like she was going to stop.Finally, taking a deep breath, he decided it was time to act.
“What’s wrong, Mom?” he finally asked her.
“Oh, Billy,” she sniffed, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“It’s okay. What’s wrong?”
“Oh, I just feel so all alone, and, and unwanted,” she blubbered out.
“Oh, Mother,” he said, slowly rolling out of bed, “I’m so sorry.”
Taking a deep breath, he shuffled over to where she sat and droppeddown beside her. Taking her into his arms, he pulled her up to himtightly.
She seemed oblivious of their nudity as she quickly wrapped her armsaround him.
Billy buried his face in the soft, lushness of her hair as heheld her tightly pressed against him. He was intoxicated by the exoticfragrance of her sweet perfume and the soft heat of her body. Thefragrance dredged up old memories of his childhood when his motherwould hold him to comfort him. Breathing deeply, he inhaled her scentand felt himself reliving a time long, long ago. He could rememberhow good it felt to bury his face in his mother’s big, soft breastswhen he needed solace from the world’s woes. Now, he became acutelyaware of his mother’s hot, hard nipples pressing against his chest.He was acutely aware of his arousal as his cock pounded painfullyclose to an eruption.
“Oh, Mother, I Love you,” he moaned, hoping she wouldn’t notice hisobvious arousal.
“I Love you, too,” she wept, hugging him even tighter.
“You’ll never be alone,” he groaned, “because, I’ll always be here foryou.”
“Oh, My, Baby, I Love you so very, very much,” she cried out, turningand kissing his cheek.
Feeling her hot, wet lips on his cheek, he turned his head andsuddenly their lips touched. Sparks flew as uncontrollable passionconsumed him. His eyes closed, he crushed his mouth down onto hers ashis tongue snaked into her mouth.
For a split second, she recoiled back away from him as timeseemed to stop. Then, with a whimper, she crushed her mouth against his as her tongue fought its way into his mouth.
Their arms tightened around each other, squeezing and pulling themtogether as they kissed long and deeply. Crushed against each other,they sought to become one as their mouths slavered against each other.Billy felt her hot, digging tongue digging and probing his mouthhungrily as her long, sharp fingernails dug into his back.Finally, they had to break for breath.
“OH, GOD,” he gasped as their lips broke and their bodies momentarilyparted.
Then an explosion of adrenaline tore through his brain as he felt hismother’s hand find his hot, jutting maleness.
“OMMmmmmmmm,” she groaned as he quickly covered her hot, sucking mouthwith his lips again.
His heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it would burst out of hischest any second. Still they kissed, deeply and voraciously. Whiningwith desire, he fought against cumming as his great, jutting spear oflove stuck up out of his crotch ripe and ready for love. Yet anotherdetonation of perversity went off inside of him as he felt hismother’s hot, soft hand squeeze the granite hardness of hisnear-bursting mancock. His excitement was so great, he felt like hiscock was ten feet long and as big around as a telephone pole. He hadnever known such wicked delight in his whole life.Then they had to break for air again.
“OH, MY GOD,” he heard his mother groan as her hand explored thethick, swollen hardness of his penis.
“It’s huge,” she whispered, running her hand up and down the length ofhis manhood.
Billy had always been proud of the size of his cock. He had always known that he was large,but hadn’t realized how large his eleven and half inch warrior was until he had started dating. Now his mother was touching the very monster she had had a part in creating.Clutching him in her hot, clutching hand, she seemed to be measuring its enormity.
Suddenly, he felt her hand leave his bloated potency. Wondering ifshe had regained her sanity, he watched as she scooted back away fromhim. Sadly, he knew that she had come to her senses and was trying todistance herself from him. His heart was torn in two with desire forher and anger at his stupidity.
That’s when his Mother gives him a surprise… the steaming hot ride of a lifetime has just begun and there is more to come in Part II.
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