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Billy watched the train coast into the station. Glancing down at his
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watch, he saw that it was already four o’clock in the afternoon. He
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had been waiting for the train almost an hour.<\/p>\n
The smell of diesel and hot metal washed over him as the train slowly
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inched down the track. Looking down the line of dirty silver cars, he
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saw a very buxom lady frantically waving in his direction. His eyes
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locked on her breasts as they jiggled and threatened to spill out of
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her dress at any moment. As the train drew closer, he was finally
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able to tear his eyes away from lady’s breasts and he realized that it
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was his mother. Embarrassed that he had been ogling his mother’s
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breasts, he grinned foolishly and waved back at her.<\/p>\n
Watching her lean farther and farther out the window, he picked up
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his suitcase and trotted down the platform toward her. He hoped she
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wouldn’t fall out on her head before he got to her.<\/p>\n
“Hi, Mom,” he puffed, arriving under her window.<\/p>\n
Setting his bag down, he reached up and tried to push her back into
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the train.<\/p>\n
“Oh, My Little Baby, I’m so happy to see you,” she bubbled,
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pushing his hands away and leaning down to give him a wet, slobbery kiss.<\/p>\n
“I’m happy to see you too,” he grinned up at her, “but, you’d better
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watch out or you’ll fall out of the train.”<\/p> \n\n
She was now leaning out the window so far her dress had fallen open
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revealing a great deal of her big, soft white breasts. He tried not
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to look at them, but the temptation was too great. As his eyes dipped
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down to the swollen mountains of soft pink flesh, he felt himself
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blush. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn’t help noticing how
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beautiful and full they were as he peered down her dress.<\/p>\n
“You’d better stop leaning out so far or you’ll fall,” he repeated
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himself, trying to push her back up and remove the temptation.<\/p>\n
“I was just so excited to see you,” she laughed, slowly letting him
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push her back.<\/p>\n
“Hurry up, Baby and get on board. I can’t wait to give you a great
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big hug,” she gushed.<\/p>\n
Picking up his bag, he hurried over to the door and started to open
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it. As he did, the door suddenly opened and he was greeted by the
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conductor.<\/p>\n
“Right this way, Sir,” the conductor said, taking his bag and leading
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Billy down the hallway.<\/p>\n
Then Billy smiled as he saw his mother standing in the doorway
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waiting for him.<\/p>\n
“Oh, My Honey,” she blurted out, grabbing him and giving him a big
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hug, “finally.”<\/p>\n
The smell of his mother’s intoxicating perfume and the lingering
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fragrance of alcohol on her breath greeted him as he took her into his
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arms. Hugging her back, he felt her big, soft breasts flatten out
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against his chest. His mother hadn’t changed a bit, he thought. She
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was still a very affectionate woman.<\/p>\n
“Put his bag in the next compartment, please,” he heard her tell the
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conductor as she finally stepped back away from him.<\/p>\n
“Come on inside,” she told him, taking his hand and pulling him
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inside, “I have so much to tell you.”<\/p>\n
Sitting down on the settee, he watched her reach into her purse and
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bring some money. Smiling at Billy, she waited as the conductor put
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the bag into the adjoining cabin and closed the door behind him.<\/p>\n
“Uh, Mr. Conductor, could you bring us a bottle of Canadian Club, a
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six pack of coke and another glass?” she smiled handing him two twenty
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dollar bills.<\/p>\n
The conductor smiled back at her lecherously as he took the money.
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“It’s not what you think,” she told him as she started to close the
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door, “he’s my son.”<\/p>\n
“Uh, Yes, Ma’am,” the conductor grinned back at her, winking.<\/p>\n
“Really, he is,” she said, her smile disappearing.<\/p>\n
“Yes’m” he returned, his leer now gone.<\/p>\n
As his mother talked to the conductor, Billy looked around the cabin
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and saw another empty bottle of CC sitting on the end table.Although, his mother didn’t appear drunk, it was apparent she had had
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a few drinks before he had arrived.<\/p>\n
Closing the door, she turned and looked at him. She didn’t speak for
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the longest time as she stood looking down at him affectionately.
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Billy felt himself blush as his mother adoringly stared at him.
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Finally, she sat down beside him.<\/p>\n
“God, it is good to see you,” she sighed, taking hold of his hand and
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giving it a hard squeeze. “You’re all I’ve got now.”<\/p>\n
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 the
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divorce, she repeated her side of the story. She seemed to be trying
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to convince him of her innocence in the divorce.<\/p>\n
Billy knew that his father had left her for a younger woman. Billy
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had thought his mother was handling it quite well, but now face to
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face with her, he could see the damage it had done to her psyche. He
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could see wrinkles around her eyes that hadn’t been there six months
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earlier. She looked tired and drawn. Still, the old spark of
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defiance was in her eyes, but he could see a hollow emptiness behind
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that spark.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
It was the conductor with her order. Taking it from the conductor, he
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told him to keep the change and closed the door. Setting the liquor
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in front of his mother, he watched as she opened the bottle and
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shakily filled their glasses with booze, coke and ice.
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She handed him his drink and leaned back. He watched her as she
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thirstily took a long pull on her drink. She set her glass down and
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took a deep breath. Once again, she began to unload her burden of
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depression, guilt, blame onto him.<\/p>\n
She repeated the story of how Billy’s father had left her without any
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notice. He had just left one day without so much as a how-do-you-do.
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He had run off with his secretary and they were now living somewhere
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in the Bahamas.<\/p>\n
Billy knew this much. He had talked with his father after the
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divorce. His father had said it was all his fault and that Billy
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shouldn’t blame his mother for anything that had happened. He had
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offered no excuses or alibis for what he had done. He had just stated
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that he found Gloria, his secretary to be more compatible with his
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current lifestyle. He was independently wealthy, he saw no reason why
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he shouldn’t benefit from his wealth enjoy life the way he wanted to
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enjoy it. Unfortunately, Billy’s mother, Maureen wasn’t part of that
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deal. He did tell Billy that he had left Maureen very well off financially.<\/p>\n
Billy sat sipping his drink, listening to his mother unload her
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troubles onto him.<\/p>\n
Then all at once, she stopped talking. Setting her drink down, she
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reached out and pulled him to her.<\/p>\n
“I don’t think I can ever trust any other man, but you,” she said
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emphatically.<\/p>\n
Before he could answer, the train jerked to life and started to move.
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As it did, it lurched and his mother fell against him. Instinctively
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reaching out to brace herself, she accidentally plunged her hand
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down into his crotch where it landed squarely on top of his semi-erect
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penis.<\/p>\n
Momentarily pinned against him by the train’s momentum, she didn’t
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move her hand for several seconds. At last, as the train slowed again, she moved away from him.<\/p>\n
“I’m sorry,” she gushed, a red tinge spreading over her face.<\/p>\n
“I didn’t hurt you did I?”<\/p>\n
“No, you didn’t hurt me,” he told her, taking another drink trying to
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hide his own embarrassment.<\/p>\n
Neither of them spoke for several moments as they listened to the
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sound of the train picking up speed. Soon the train was speeding
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along as they adapted to its slight swaying vibration.<\/p>\n
His mother reached out and took his hand as she began to talk again.
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Holding onto his hand for dear life, she acted like he would leave her
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too, if she didn’t hold onto him. Billy agonized for her. She had
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been deeply hurt. Now it seemed as if he was her only salvation. He
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wanted her to get it all off her chest so he let her go on and on.
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As he sat listening and sipping his drink, his mother would talk a
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while and then cry for a while. Comforting her the best he could, he
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could only give her a reassuring hug every once in a while.<\/p>\n
Then abruptly, she stopped crying. Turning away from him, she blankly
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stared out the train window at the landscape speeding by outside. She
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seemed to be deep in thought.<\/p>\n
Sitting back, sipping on his drink, Billy absent-mindedly checked her
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for any other signs of mental or physical deterioration. There were
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no other visible signs of the obvious strain she was under, but Billy
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could sense the tenseness in her carriage.<\/p>\n
He could only wonder what had possessed his father to leave her. She
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was still a stunningly beautiful woman even at forty-seven. As she
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continued to stare out the window, he unconsciously appraised her.
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Her long, silky, red hair fell down over her shoulders, framing her
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face. It was a face that could grace any fashion magazine, even as
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tired and haggard as she appeared to him. He felt a slight twinge of
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shame as he admired her big, heavy breasts swelling out proudly above
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her flat, trim belly. Quickly running his eyes down her statuesque,
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graceful legs, tucked up under her firm, rounded buttocks, he conceded
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that she was beautiful. Then again, he was biased. Still, she was an
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exceptional beauty and Billy came to the conclusion that his father
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must be stupid to leave her.<\/p>\n
He knew that she would have no trouble finding another man, if she
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ever decided to start looking again. But right at the moment, she
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didn’t seem emotionally capable of handling another relationship.
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She must have told him ten times that she could never trust any other
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man now. She could only trust him.<\/p>\n
It was sad that his parents had divorced after twenty years of
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marriage. It seemed to have devastated his mother and left a big,
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ghastly scar on her ego. That scar might not ever heal, Billy
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thought sadly.<\/p>\n
Finally, turning from the window, she smiled at him and poured herself another drink.<\/p>\n
“More?” she asked him, holding the bottle out with shaking hands.<\/p>\n
“Sure, but just a little though,” he told her holding out his glass.<\/p>\n
Her hand trembled slightly and the bottle tinkled against his glass as
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she refilled it. Setting the bottle down, she scooted over next to
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him again. Snuggling up against him, she began to cry softly again.<\/p>\n
“Oh, I am so very, very glad you’re here,” she wept softly, “I have
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been so lonely and unhappy. But now, I feel safe and happy and, and
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all warm inside.”<\/p>\n
“You know you can come to me anytime, Mom,” he told her, gently
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pulling her up against him and giving her kiss on the top of her head.<\/p>\n
“For anything.”<\/p>\n
“Oh, Thank you, you don’t know how much it means to have someone you
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can turn to for comfort, or………….Anything,” she sniffed, the
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flow of tears finally slowing, “Thank you so much. Thank you for just
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being you.”<\/p>\n
Neither of them spoke for several moments as they sat holding each
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other. Then she looked up at him with the most serious look on her
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face.<\/p>\n
“Billy, Do, uh, could, uh,” she started to say.<\/p>\n
Just then there was a knock on the door.<\/p>\n
“I’ll get it,” he said, getting up.<\/p>\n
Opening the door, he found the conductor standing there.<\/p>\n
“The dining car is now open,” he said.<\/p>\n
“Thanks,” Billy told him, closing the door.<\/p>\n
“What were you going to say, Mother,” he asked her as he sat back down
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beside her.<\/p>\n
“Oh, nothing,” she smiled weakly, “nothing that can’t wait.”<\/p>\n
“Good, because I’m hungry,” he told her.<\/p>\n
“Me, too,” she agreed. “Let’s go eat.”<\/p>\n
Giving his mother one last hug, Billy went to his cabin to tidy up.
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When he returned to his mother’s room, her mood had improved
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noticeably.<\/p>\n
Giving her a peck on the cheek, Billy took her hand and they set off
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for the dining car. Billy was glad to see her laughing and smiling as
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they bumped and brushed against each other in the tight confines of
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the small hallway. Both of them were just a little tipsy making it
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difficult to walk as the train swayed along. Laughing and tittering
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like two drunken teenagers, they finally made it to the dining car.
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Hoping that she was over her crying jag, he smiled and opened the door
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for her.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
“I don’t know if I can ever let you go,” she said softly, giving his
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hand another squeeze as she took another sip of her drink. “You are my
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only man now.”<\/p>\n
Growing more self-conscious by the minute, he was relieved when their
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food 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.<\/p>\n
After dinner, she signed the tab and took his hand again. Leading
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him out of the dining car, she tugged him down to the lounge car.
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Finding an empty table, they sat down and ordered still another drink.
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They talked for a while, but about half way through his drink, Billy
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felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Gulping the rest of his
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drink down, he set his glass down.<\/p>\n
“Mom, I’ve had a long day,” he yawned. “I think I’m going back and hit
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the sack.”<\/p>\n
“Oh, so soon,” she whined.<\/p>\n
“I’m afraid so,” he grinned sleepily, “I can barely keep my eyes open.”<\/p>\n
“Oh, well, okay, go ahead,” she told him, pouting sadly, “I’m going to
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stay her for a while and have a nightcap. I’ll be down later.”<\/p>\n
“Okay, but be careful,” he told her, “you’ve had a lot to drink today.”<\/p>\n
“I know,” she smiled warmly, leaning over and giving him a soft,
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gentle kiss on the cheek, “I know what I’m doing. You go ahead and
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go to bed and I’ll be down to tuck you in later.”<\/p>\n
“I doubt that I will be awake for that long,” he laughed, standing up
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beside her.<\/p>\n
Smiling subtlety, she reached over and gave his thigh an intimate squeeze.<\/p>\n
“That’s okay, it won’t make any difference,” she said, looking up at
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him with a funny little smile on her lips.<\/p>\n
Stopping at the door, he turned and looked back at her. He saw her
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wave at him. He stopped and waved back at her as she blew him a kiss.
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He wondered what she had meant, when she said it wouldn’t make any
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difference, but was too groggy to worry about it.<\/p>\n
As he walked down the corridor, he realized that he was quite tipsy.
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Suddenly all of the day’s events seemed to settle down onto his
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shoulders all at once. It seemed to take him hours to reach his
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cabin, but at last he stumbled into it. He wearily undressed and
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crawled into his bunk. He knew that he should put his pajama’s on,
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but he was just too tired to care.<\/p>\n
Within moments, he was asleep…. <\/p>\n
(hours later when he woke up)<\/p>\n
He didn’t know what time it was when he heard someone fumbling with
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the lock on his door. Trying to see what time it was, he was suddenly
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blinded by a brief flash of light as the door opened. Blinking
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drunkenly, he saw the silhouette of his mother standing in the door
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swaying with the rhythm of the train.<\/p>\n
He pretended to be asleep, but watched her lurch into the small cabin.
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The faint night light bathed the room in a soft fuzzy glow as he
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watched her reel over to the couch and flop down on it. She peered
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over at him. She looked befuddled as she peered at him. He kept his
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eyes squinted, but he could still vaguely make her out in the dim light.<\/p>\n
She didn’t move for several moments. She just sat there looking at
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him. Then the train sped by a brightly lit station and the cabin was
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briefly awash with light. This seemed to stir her from her reverie as
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she turned and looked out the window. She sat looking out the window
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at the at the lights that flashed by outside the speeding train. She
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didn’t move for several moments. Then she slowly started unbuttoning
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her blouse. Her fingers crept down her blouse releasing button after
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button, until at last it was open.<\/p>\n
What was she doing, Billy wondered? Didn’t she know she was in the
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wrong cabin?<\/p>\n
The darkness made it hard to see. Still, in the faint glow of the
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night-light, he saw her suddenly twitch her shoulders and her blouse
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slipped off her shoulders. Her lace covered bosom was now exposed.
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The same mountainous pillows of flesh he had sneaked a peek at earlier
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that day were now once again partially revealed to him. Staring down
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at her imposing breasts, hidden only by the frilly softness of her
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brassiere, he felt his cock lurch with perverse excitement. He hated
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himself for watching her undress, but he couldn’t stop himself. He
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knew he should say something to warn her of her mistake, but he
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couldn’t bring himself to speak.<\/p>\n
Then his heart threatened to stop as he watched her reach behind her
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back. After a few moments, his mouth suddenly went dry as the soft,
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fragile tangle of lace and embroidery slipped down her arms baring her
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great, white breasts. Even in the soft dimness of the cabin, he could
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see them quiver and jiggle provocatively as she drunkenly rose to her
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feet. Staring at the beautiful, drooping mountains of flesh capped
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with even darker swollen cups, he felt a perverted desire to suck on
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them as he had done as a child. He couldn’t believe that this was
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actually happening.<\/p>\n
As he secretly watched on, he couldn’t believe his eyes as his mother
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hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her skirt. Then one quick
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jerk, she thrust her skirt and panties down her long, curvaceous legs.
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Releasing them, she staggered out of the pile of clothes and stood
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before her son as naked as the day she had been born.<\/p>\n
He nearly had a heart attack as he openly gawked her. Scarcely able
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to breathe, he dropped his eyes downward. The cabin was too dark to
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make out much, but he was still able to make out the dark, mystic
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triangle of darkness covering the base of her stomach.<\/p>\n
The simple act of seeing his mother naked was almost too much for him.
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He felt his cock jerk and threaten to explode at any moment.<\/p>\n
Straining to control this urge, he hated himself for what he was doing
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and thinking. Still, he couldn’t stop staring at her nakedness.
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His mouth was dry and his heart was pounding a hundred miles an hour
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as he waited to see what she would do next.<\/p>\n
Why was he so sinfully excited by seeing his mother nude? He had
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never had any sexual thoughts about his mother before, but now he was
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definitely aroused by her nakedness.<\/p>\n
He had a strange feeling about her. He couldn’t explain it. Maybe
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because his father was gone, he was now “the man” of the family. He
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couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was a definite difference in
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the way they had acted toward each other all afternoon and night. It
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was on a much more adult level, almost like equals. With this, there
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was an air of eroticism about their interaction. Something dark and
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foreboding was taking place in his heart. He was afraid of what might
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happen, but did nothing to stop it.<\/p>\n
Lying there watching her, he suddenly realized that his hand was
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wrapped around his rock hard cock. He now regretted his earlier
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decision to sleep in the nude.<\/p>\n
His mother stood in the center of the car for the longest time,
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quietly swaying with the rhythm of the rocking train. Finally, she
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stumbled over to the small couch and sat down. Then he heard her
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quietly sobbing.<\/p>\n
Filled with compassion for her, he hated to see her hurting. But what
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could he do? They were both naked and he didn’t know what would
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happen if he did go to her. Torn with indecision, he didn’t know what
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to do. Should he ignore her? Or Should he try and comfort her?<\/p>\n
After several minutes, he realized her crying was growing louder and
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it didn’t look like she was going to stop.
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Finally, taking a deep breath, he decided it was time to act.<\/p>\n
“What’s wrong, Mom?” he finally asked her.<\/p>\n
“Oh, Billy,” she sniffed, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”<\/p>\n
“It’s okay. What’s wrong?”<\/p>\n
“Oh, I just feel so all alone, and, and unwanted,” she blubbered out.<\/p>\n
“Oh, Mother,” he said, slowly rolling out of bed, “I’m so sorry.”<\/p>\n
Taking a deep breath, he shuffled over to where she sat and dropped
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down beside her. Taking her into his arms, he pulled her up to him
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tightly.<\/p>\n
She seemed oblivious of their nudity as she quickly wrapped her arms
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around him.<\/p>\n
Billy buried his face in the soft, lushness of her hair as he
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held her tightly pressed against him. He was intoxicated by the exotic
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fragrance of her sweet perfume and the soft heat of her body. The
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fragrance dredged up old memories of his childhood when his mother
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would hold him to comfort him. Breathing deeply, he inhaled her scent
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and felt himself reliving a time long, long ago. He could remember
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how good it felt to bury his face in his mother’s big, soft breasts
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when he needed solace from the world’s woes. Now, he became acutely
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aware of his mother’s hot, hard nipples pressing against his chest.
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He was acutely aware of his arousal as his cock pounded painfully
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close to an eruption.<\/p>\n
“Oh, Mother, I Love you,” he moaned, hoping she wouldn’t notice his
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obvious arousal.<\/p>\n
“I Love you, too,” she wept, hugging him even tighter.<\/p>\n
“You’ll never be alone,” he groaned, “because, I’ll always be here for
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you.”<\/p>\n
“Oh, My, Baby, I Love you so very, very much,” she cried out, turning
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and kissing his cheek.<\/p>\n
Feeling her hot, wet lips on his cheek, he turned his head and
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suddenly their lips touched. Sparks flew as uncontrollable passion
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consumed him. His eyes closed, he crushed his mouth down onto hers as
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his tongue snaked into her mouth.<\/p>\n
For a split second, she recoiled back away from him as time
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seemed to stop. Then, with a whimper, she crushed her mouth against his as her tongue fought its way into his mouth.<\/p>\n
Their arms tightened around each other, squeezing and pulling them
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together as they kissed long and deeply. Crushed against each other,
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they sought to become one as their mouths slavered against each other.
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Billy felt her hot, digging tongue digging and probing his mouth
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hungrily as her long, sharp fingernails dug into his back.
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Finally, they had to break for breath.<\/p>\n
“OH, GOD,” he gasped as their lips broke and their bodies momentarily
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parted.<\/p>\n
Then an explosion of adrenaline tore through his brain as he felt his
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mother’s hand find his hot, jutting maleness.<\/p>\n
“OMMmmmmmmm,” she groaned as he quickly covered her hot, sucking mouth
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with his lips again.<\/p>\n
His heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it would burst out of his
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chest any second. Still they kissed, deeply and voraciously. Whining
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with desire, he fought against cumming as his great, jutting spear of
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love stuck up out of his crotch ripe and ready for love. Yet another
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detonation of perversity went off inside of him as he felt his
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mother’s hot, soft hand squeeze the granite hardness of his
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near-bursting mancock. His excitement was so great, he felt like his
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cock was ten feet long and as big around as a telephone pole. He had
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never known such wicked delight in his whole life.
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Then they had to break for air again.<\/p>\n
“OH, MY GOD,” he heard his mother groan as her hand explored the
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thick, swollen hardness of his penis.<\/p>\n
“It’s huge,” she whispered, running her hand up and down the length of
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his manhood.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, he felt her hand leave his bloated potency. Wondering if
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she had regained her sanity, he watched as she scooted back away from
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him. Sadly, he knew that she had come to her senses and was trying to
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distance herself from him. His heart was torn in two with desire for
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her and anger at his stupidity. <\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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