A Night Away From the RV (Ch. 1)
by The Bald Clam


My mother had always been kind of flaky.  She had gone 
to school in the 60's and smoked pot, cock and God 
knows what else.  Then she fell in love and married my 
straight-laced father, had four children with him and 
then became even flakier when he left her for his 
secretary.

I am the youngest child and by the time of my parents' 
divorce, I was nearing graduation from high school.  
My older siblings had left home years before and were 
spread throughout the country.  It took Mom about a 
year before she was ready to date again, but when she 
did start, she made up for lost time.

During my senior year, I would come home on a Friday 
night after a sexless date and find our house empty.  
Being too depressed to even masturbate, I would go to 
bed just past midnight.  Almost every weekend I could 
count on my mother coming home a half hour after 
that...with a man.  I couldn't even begin to count the 
times I fell asleep listening to my mother and 
different men moan and groan the night away.

Thankfully, I left for college the next summer.  This 
coincided with my mother starting to date Ed, a 
scruffy, white-haired hippy who would spend the 
summers attending State and County Fairs, seeking out 
the has-been rock bands that graced his youth.  Ed was 
pretty much a loser, but he was the complete opposite 
of my father and that was maybe what attracted Mom to 
him.  

By Christmas, Mom had long since stopped dating other 
men and was now Ed's "main squeeze," as she told us, 
her children.  She intended on selling the home that 
we had grown up in and travel around the country with 
Ed in his RV.  Having had little to do with each other 
in quite some time, us children took the news pretty 
well and proceeded to live our lives apart.

Nearly five years passed without me seeing any of my 
siblings more than a few times.  I would send 
Christmas and birthday cards to them and to nephews 
and nieces that I had never met, but that was 
basically the extent of our communication.  My 
communication with Mom wasn't much better.  I had seen 
her only on those occasions she and Ed would be 
traveling through the state.  They would stop by for a 
couple of days and then be off.  Each time I saw her, 
she looked a lot older than the previous time, the 
effects of not only aging but also her lifestyle with 
Ed.

I had been fortunate enough to hook-up with a girl, 
Emma, I met at college that I simply adored and her 
family had provided me with what I had been looking 
for in terms of structure and stability.  They took me 
in like I was their own.  Emma and I are now engaged 
and live together in a modest apartment.  She has 
never met my mother and for that I am glad.

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It was early summer and my life was going reasonably 
well.  On this particular weekend Emma had gone to 
meet her family at their cabin by the lake.  I stayed 
behind in town because I had to work until late on 
Friday.  When I got home that Friday night, there was 
a message on the answering machine from my mother.  I 
was notified that she and Ed would be coming through 
town for a night and would like to see me.  She left a 
number I could reach them at.

Bummed by the prospect of a meeting with my mother, 
but feeling it was my duty to do so, I called her and 
told them I would be delighted to see them and for 
them to stop by when they got into town the next day.  
And they did.

Mom and Ed arrived at my apartment at about noon the 
next day.  Ed had never changed since I had first met 
him.  It seemed he had a perpetual week-old, white 
beard and shoulder-length, white hair.  His clothes 
always looked slept in and he had the very 
distinguishable scent of marijuana smoke plastered to 
his body.  My mother had certainly changed a lot over 
the last several years, too.  She had never been a 
petite woman, but she was always in relatively good 
shape and took care of herself.  Her once dark brown 
hair had turned partially gray.  Her 5'5" body was now 
weighted down with about 150 pounds and her once firm 
breasts now sagged.  Mom always had a pleasant face, 
and it still was, but now it was covered with a few 
more lines and her eyes had a constant glaze to them.

I hugged both Mom and Ed and invited them into my 
home.  My mother seemed to be somewhat impressed with 
the place and I was pleased about this, though it 
probably looked a lot better to someone who had been 
living in an RV for the last five years.  Ed was less 
interested and immediately asked for directions to the 
"shitter".  I hesitantly gave them to him, knowing the 
bathroom would be harmed considerably.

I had planned on taking them out to eat and then get 
rid of them quickly, but that apparently was not in 
the cards.  Apparently they had invited themselves to 
stay at my place over the night.  I quickly learned 
that Ed had "picked up a case of the diarrhea" 
somewhere and that he would prefer to just stay here 
for the day.  When Ed got out of the bathroom, I also 
learned that his diarrhea had not subsided his desire 
for some beer, which I did not keep a lot of in the 
refrigerator.

I went to the store to get a couple cases of beer 
while Mom and Ed settled in.  My life had suddenly 
taken a turn for the worse.  Not only were they going 
to be staying at my apartment overnight, I also had to 
entertain them for the remainder of the day, which 
there was still plenty.  I got a case of Old Milwaukee 
for Ed and some Bud Light for Mom and me and went back 
home.

When I walked in the door, I saw Ed sitting on my 
couch getting a blow job from my mother.  Ed had his 
gnarled hands on Mom's head, pushing her mouth down on 
his cock.

"Shit, I'm sorry, she'll be done in a second, son," 
said Ed.

My mother, apparently having not noticed my presence 
immediately, moved her eyes towards me.  She seemed to 
be enjoying herself and made no attempt to stop 
pleasuring him.  I stood there motionless, unable to 
take my eyes off of the activity on the couch.  I 
could not believe what was happening.  After a moment 
I saw Ed start to spasm and hold my mother's head down 
harder.  I saw some cum leak from out of my mother's 
mouth, but she apparently swallowed most of it.

She started to stand and she wiped her mouth on her 
shirt sleeve.  Ed put his shrinking, old cock back in 
his pants.  They both looked at me.

"You got Old Milwaukee for Ed, didn't you hon?" Mom 
queried.

I had expected different words to come out of my 
mother's mouth.

"Uh...yes, I did," I finally sputtered out.

The whole afternoon I was told of their adventures 
across the country, which seemed to be quite 
uninteresting to me.  Mom and Ed sat together on the 
couch and I in a chair.  Mom told me of my siblings' 
activities, which, again, seemed to be quite 
uninteresting to me.  Apparently, though, she saw all 
of them about as little as she saw me.  While hearing 
all of this, I was trying to put together what I saw 
earlier when I came into my apartment.  At first I was 
shocked, then repulsed, then even more repulsed, then, 
the more I thought about it, I became aroused.  At 
times during the day, I even got hard.

Even when I was still living at home and my mom would 
bring home guys who she would proceed to fuck, I never 
was personally turned on by her.  Now several years 
later, her body much less attractive, I get turned on 
by seeing her suck off an old guy.  And the most 
confusing aspect was both of their nonchalant behavior 
about it.  To them it seemed to be little more than if 
they would have belched in my presence.

Ed was downing his Old Milwaukees quickly and was 
getting more and more incoherent as the day went on, 
stopping only to go to the "shitter".  I had been 
drinking slowly as had Mom, so he started drinking the 
Bud Light.  But in between the Old Milwaukees and the 
Bud Lights, he lit up a joint for himself and Mom.  
They were polite enough to offer me a puff, but I 
declined.  Watching Ed throughout the day scared me 
damn near straight.  I did not want to turn out like 
this man.

At what would have been supper time, Ed passed out on 
the couch.  Mom and I decided to order a pizza for 
ourselves.  I went into the kitchen to call and order 
the pizza.  Coming back out into the living room, I 
didn't notice Mom was not there as I headed into 
bathroom to take a piss.

I walked into the bathroom and saw my mother on the 
toilet, her pants and panties pulled down to her 
ankles.  For the second time today, I was left unable 
to move or say anything.  I was able to get erect.  My 
mother looked up at me as I heard a turd plop into the 
toilet.

"Do you need to use the toilet, hon?" Mom asked.

Now, I really do not think I was drunk and I couldn't 
have been stoned from second-hand marijuana smoke, so 
I cannot explain my next actions.  They are as 
unexplainable as my mother's behavior earlier.

I walked to my mother sitting on the toilet and 
grabbed her T-shirt and yanked it off of her roughly.  
She looked at me blankly as I did this, another turd 
plopping in the toilet.  Her bra-less breasts were 
revealed, sagging down nearly to her belly button.  I 
noticed she hadn't been shaving under her arms as two 
patches of hair could be seen on her pits.

Our eyes locked as I began to take down my pants and 
underwear, releasing my jutting erection.  Her hands 
reached for my cock as she guided it to her mouth, her 
eyes never leaving mine.  I was near to coming already 
as I the wet warmth of her mouth slid around my dick.  
I started fucking her mouth and I heard some more 
guttural noises from my mother and another plop in the 
toilet.

I quickly exploded in her mouth, spasm after spasm, as 
I pulled her head as far down on my cock as it could 
go.  Mom nearly gagged as she gulped nearly all of my 
cum.  I collapsed on the floor, eye-level with the 
toilet seat, as I, myself, gasped for breath.  Mom 
just looked at me with a very slight smile on her 
face.

I heard another plop in the toilet and I wondered how 
much more shit mom had in her body and also what the 
rest of the night would bring.


TO BE CONTINUED...