43 comments/ 197370 views/ 136 favorites The Car Won't Crank By: MSTarot "God damn it!" I cuss as I drop the wrench for the fourth time in as many minutes. "Watch the language young man." I hear my Mom say from above me. Looking up past the engine block I see her leaned over into the car looking down at my face. "God doesn't need a dam, David. He made beavers for that." "Sorry Mom." "It's okay just stop doing it. Your language has gone into the gutter ever since you went to work. Just because those Neanderthals you work around don't know any better doesn't mean you have to be the same way. Now what are you cussing God for?" She asks. "I can't get the wrench and the filter to line up. I've got to hold one with two hands and then get to the other at the same time." I pick up the wrench and start trying to fish it up past the muffler pipe and maze of other pipes that are I think part of the cooling system. Hell they could be part of the air-conditioning for all that I know. "And you're trying to change the oil filter why? David, It's only been about two months since it was changed last." I see her set a bag of groceries down next to the tire by my hip. "The fuc...the car won't crank. I don't know why it won't start...so I'm trying everything I know how to fix." I get the wrench on the filter again I reach my other hand up again to try and hold the filter steady when I turn it. I see Mom's eyes narrow down then I have to bite my lip as the wrench clatters down through the pipes and hits the concrete next to my side. "Come out of there." Mom tells me. I look up past the engine to her, then nod. I push off against the underside of the car and dad's old creeper rolls me out from under the car. As I sit up I see Mom eying the jack under the front shock. "Okay first off don't you ever get under any car ever again using just the jack to hold it up. Do you hear me?" I look up at my Mom seeing a fire of anger in her eyes. I nod that I understand. I see her face slowly settle into the expression I know means she's missing my dad. "Mom?" She shakes her head after a second. "Your father should have taken more time to show you how to work on a car. By the time you were old enough to know a spark-plug from a dipstick he was already getting sick though. I'm sorry I never though about getting one of my brothers to teach you a bit. Here you are eighteen and you can barely change your own oil. Damn." I look at my Mom shocked. I have only heard her cuss maybe three times in my life. "Well." She reaches down and grabs back up the grocery bag. "No time like the present. Let me go and put this in the kitchen I'll go get into some old clothes and we will see what's wrong with your car.' I watch my Mom walk towards the kitchen door. I follow like I've been hit by a hammer. "You know how to work on a car?" She looks back over her shoulder at me. Then remembering my manners I get the door for her. "All my brothers are ten to fifteen years younger than me. Dad wanted someone to teach how to do mechanics works. He didn't know if he would live long enough to teach my brothers." I know that grandpa had died very young. Somewhere in his late forties I think. Mom's family has a bad history of cancer problems in the men. With Dad's family it's heart disease. Like what took him from me before my fourteenth birthday. Washing the grease from my hands with some dish soap I help Mom put up the groceries. Taking a Coke from the fridge I go back out to the car, while she goes up to her room to change. I am leaning against the side of it sipping the soda when she comes out the door. The screen hits with a slap. "Okay. What's it doing?" I look over at my Mom as she comes over to where I'm standing. "It won't start." I tell her again. She sighs. "Okay, car basics 101 then. A car has an internal combustion engine. Right?" "Yea." I say not appreciating the sarcasm. Mom looks at me with an eyebrow slowly rising. "Yes ma'am." "Better. I was being serious. Now the main word you need to pay attention to in that name is combustion. Fire. Now a fire needs three things yes? Air, fuel, and heat to make the fuel ignite. A car need all of those things." Mom leans over into the hood and starts undoing the wing nut on the top of the air filter. I watch her working amazed at this beautiful woman yet again. Pulling off the air-filter she taps the thing under it. "Okay, this is your carburetor. That's the source of your engine's air. It opens up when you hit the gas and lets air into the motor. That air mixes here with the fuel. Now if this gets out of balance it can need to be adjusted. Your fuel can get too rich or to lean. Either it doesn't have enough air or it has too much. If it's doing either one of those things the car won't start. When it's doing that the car will try to crank. It may even crank for a half-second or so then die. Is that what its doing?" "No. When I turn the key I get nothing." She looks thoughtful for a moment. "Okay then that sounds like spark. Let's check the battery.' I follow Mom into the garage and watch her looking around. "I know, Frank, had one. Where the bless did he put it. Ah there it is." My Mom walks over to the tall shelves dad built and stretches up onto her tiptoes trying to reach what she's after. The T-shirt she's wearing lifts up past her waist and I see the bare skin of her lower back. Below that my eyes are drawn to the soft round curves of my Mom's ass. I blink as I realize I'm checking her out. It's been several years since that kind of though came to me about her. Since before Julie. "David, are you going to stand there all day or are you going to help a lady?" "Sorry." Walking over I reach up past her and take down the small metal box with the jumper cables and the plug wrapped around it. I feel my mom pressed up against my chest for several seconds then I step back. "Okay you bring that I'll grab an extension cord." I watch mom roll out a long yellow cord to the car. Untwisting the cord from around the box I go to plug it in. "Stop!" I freeze. "Don't plug it in till you separate the two wires." Mom takes the end of the jumper cable looking wires and untwists them. She hooks the black to one pole of the battery and the red to the other. "Okay now you can plug it in." When I do the box start to hum. I follow Mom's gaze down to the little needle on the front of the box. It slowly drops from six back down towards two. It settles between zero and two giving little twitches. "Hum. Well the battery is good." Mom taps her lip for a second then reaches over and takes screw driver from the tool box. I watch her touch two metal screws on the side of a square box next to the firewall. I jump back from the sparks that arch a bit. I see her step back and start tapping her lip with the handle of the screwdriver. "Not the solenoid. Could be the starter?" She says after a minute. "Can we test that? Like the battery?" I ask after a few seconds. "I can't but they can down at the parts store. We'll have to pull the starter off. Help me find the jack stands." It takes us about a half-hour to find them back behind a ton of Christmas boxes. By that time we are both dusty and sweaty. She finally spots them hiding behind the bag that holds the old plastic tree. I jack the car up higher and she slips them under the front end. Turning the knob the jack slips down till the weight of the car is on the stands. "Somewhere around here we have some tire ramps. If it was running, driving it up onto them would be a lot easier. Find them later if you can." Mom grabs a large square of carpet from by the garage door and pushes it under the car. I lay back down on dad's old creeper and roll under the car next to her. "Good lord what idiot engineered this mess." Look up at the underside of the car I just see the jumble of pipes and wires. "I'm looking where you're looking but don't see the problem." I say after a second. I notice as she turns to look at me how good she smells. I can make out the scent of her shampoo and the deodorant she wears. There is also a scent that is a woman sweating. I learned of it from Julie. Mom reaches up to the side of the motor above my head. Her upper arm is nearly against the side of my face. The sweat scent grows. "They put the starter on a plate under where the exhaust bolts on. You have to unhook the exhaust pipes and drop them out the way to get the starter off.' I look down the length of pipes to the muffler and the pipes beyond. "All of it?" I ask after a second's horror at the idea. "No." she squirms across the carpet on her back a little and reaches further up till her finger touch a metal triangle that leads to a cluster of pipes that's hooked to the side of the engine. "We have to undo these three bolts here and these two at the starter. The rest ought to hang out the way enough to get the starter out." I reach past her arm to the starter. My bare arm presses against hers. Her skin is warm. "Where does this wire go?" "It goes to your battery, but I want you to take off that ring before you do anything else." I pull my hand back and twist around till I can get my other hand to my class ring. "Sorry I wasn't paying attention. I would hate to mess it up, I paid a lot for it." "Yes you did." She says then turns over to her side looking at me. "But that's not why. My brother Chris touched his wedding ring to the hot wire of his battery. It superheated in like a second and melted its way down into your uncle's skin. When he tried to pull the hot ring off he yanked half the skin off his finger!" I think about my uncle Chris and the large white scare on his left hand. Pulling the tight ring off, hard enough to hurt my knuckle, I stuff it into my pocket. I notice then that Moms not wearing her wedding band either. It's probably the first time I've ever seen her left hand bare. "In fact go disconnect the hot wire." She says after a moment. As I roll the creeper back out she call up to me. "That's the red one." I know that much, I think as I twist the terminal free of the post. As I roll back under the scent of her reaches me again. I see her working a ratchet on a bolt. "Here you get the next two." She tells me as the first one comes off. Reaching up past Mom I take hold of the wrench, she put it into place, our hands touching in passing. I strain to apply pressure against the heat stuck bolt. It moves with a snap pop then becomes a lot easier. When it comes free I try to move the wrench but again my hand is to big to get it seated right. Mom reaches up around my arm and moves the socket till it finds the right hole. I slip it in tight against the metal and starts turning it. Like the first one, the heat from the exhaust has all but fused it over the years. As I'm applying pressure I notice I'm looking down the front of my mom top. I can see the white swell of one breast pushing up her bra because of the angle she is laying. She reaches up past me then and I feel her hand close on the bottom part of the wrench. "Keep it straight when your turning or you will shear off the bolt." She holds it steady as I apply more pressure to the bolt. My shoulder I'm lying on slips a bit and I find my head for a second rested against her chest. Her breasts are a soft warm pillow under my cheek. Lifting up a bit I feel the bolt shift just a bit then turn free. My mom's breath is hot against the side of my neck. Then she moves. Lying back onto the creeper I turn enough to see a second set of 'U' shaped bolt holding the exhaust pipe up. "Do those need to come off?" I ask pointing. Mom kind of back-crawls a bit and looks over her shoulder. I watch the way her breasts shake when she moves with a growing interest. I catch her eye before she can see where I was looking. I hope. She gives a kind of deep sigh. "Yea. You might as well. It will give us a bit more play in the pipes to get the starter off." Rolling the creeper around her I loosen the two big 'U's out the way. When I turn I get a down the sleeve shot of her breast, it leaves me starring for a second. After a moment she turns to look over at me. "You done? Well get back up here. I'm showing you how to do this, not doing it for you." I slide back till I'll laying with my head next to hers, our shoulders almost touching. I reach up past the pipes and take the socket wrench from her. I feel her fingers almost linger against mine. Well maybe not but that's the way it feels. "You got it?" she asks next to me. I turn my head to answer and find myself with my face almost against hers. My lips are but inches from my Mom's and I feel an almost overwhelming compulsion to lean those last inches in and kiss her. Some of it must show on my face because I see her blink and pull back just a bit. "Can you get it off by yourself now?" I have to keep my lips from twitching as what she said makes a very naughty thought comes to mind. The fact that I can feel myself at half hard tells me I cold sure use a bit of relief. "Yea I think so." "Good." Mom starts to shoulder walk out from under the car. "I'm going to clean up a bit and I'll call the parts store and let them know were coming down to test this. 79 Caprice right?" "Yea, 79." I'm looking out from under the car when my mother turns over to her hands and knees and I see her breast shake from side to side down the throat of her T-shirt. After she walks away and I hear the side door snap shut I give my head a shake. "Damn she's...Whew!" I reach up and get the last two bolts off then wiggle fight the starter and it's metal plate out from under the still tight exhaust pipes. When I finally get it, I take a wrench and undo the battery wire. The little car part is hardly bigger than a shoe but heavy. Not terrible heavy, but heavy. I place it on the creeper next to me and push out from under the car. A double beep sounds from by the door and I snap my head to the side when the trunk of mom's car pops open by itself. When I look back to the side door I see her smirking. "You're way to fond of that little button." I tell her after a second. She smiles and presses another making the horn blow behind me. It doesn't startle me as much, She's been doing that trick for months now. I place the starter on a towel in her trunk and go inside to clean up. I see a bottle of orange hand cleaner sitting by the sink. It's got old grease prints down one side and new ones down the other. The newer ones are a lot smaller. I stop for a second before I pick it up, my eyes looking at this little reminder that my Dad lived. The last few years without him have been hardest on Mom but I've been right there with her myself. I hear a sniffle just as my fingers close around the side my mom held. I don't want the other marks to go away, not ever. When I look back over my shoulder I see Mom by the doorway. She has changed back into the clothes she was wearing and is busy wiping a tear from the side of her eye with her thumb. "Mom?" "...nothing. Get your hands cleaned then go change into something. I don't want grease in my new car. We'll get us something to eat while where out. Burgers or something." Mom walks away with the bustle of energy she uses to hide it when she's on the edge of crying her eyes out. I look back to the fingerprints Dad left. There are so many things like them around the house. Little fingerprints of him... little lost memories. Like he left a thousand reminders of himself here to watch after us. As I clean my hands I wonder what he would think if he knew I had just spent the last half-hour or so eyeballing his wife. I can almost hear him laughing. He always used to tease me whenever he caught me looking at the girls at the pool or at the lake. Hell it was his 'push on the back' that got me to go talk to Julie. Feeling again the heartache from that brake up I don't think I should thank him for that moment. A clean shirt and my half clean blue jeans with a pair of my pull on tennis shoes and I'm good to go. Mom is of course waiting outside for me. I see her eyes lingering on the covered car sitting out by the edge of the driveway. The red and white sign on the windshield, offering it for sale. There haven't been a lot of offers. I want the car but Mom said no. That there was no way she could bear to see me driving it. I had thought that unfair but I...I guess she is right. The little Toyota cranks with a thrum and she gives it a slight pump of the pedal, making it rev, she does it again when she pulls it forward. I eye her with a chuckle. "What?" "Cha-Cha Muldowny over there." I say with a grin. She gives me back a shocked look. "How do you know about her?" I shrug. "Watched, Heart like a Wheel, the other night." Mom stops the car by the end of the driveway. I look over at the covered car beside us. "That was one of your Dad's favorites." She looks down the street and pulls us out. The little car more hums than purrs. "I remember." I say softly my face pressed against the cool glass of my window. We ride in silence towards the parts store each traveling with our own thoughts for company. I miss my Dad. I can imagine her thoughts are very similar. After the first mile of silence mom reaches a finger across the wheel a bit, hits a button and turns on the stereo. I hear her favorite country singer start warbling about losing his truck, his car, his trailer, his girl...but a least he still has his dog and a beer. "Could we find a closer parts store?" I ask when the headache starts to form. She looks over at me with a dirty look. Still without taking her hand off the wheel she volumes it up another notch. Shaking my head I bite down on the words she doesn't like to hear me say. I count the miles to the part store now in inches! "Oh thank God." I mutter under my breath when we turn off the main road. The little car hums to a stop in the part store parking lot. I've seriously been tempted to either jump out before she stops, slit my wrists, or maybe go 'honky tonkin round this town' for the last half mile. It's one of the three! Probably not the last. I can smell the oil and I guess the scent of ten thousand pine tree air fresheners as I step inside. Mom is right behind me. I hand the guy behind the counter the starter and then wander over to look at the cool stickers while mom disappears off behind the racks. I've just picked out a nice looking one with a wolf when a book whaps me in the small of my back. Turning around, she pushes it against my chest. "Here Grumpy." She say letting it go just as I take it. "I'm not grumpy." I say ...grumpily. "Which dwarf are you then?" Looking down at her five foot four self from my full six-foot height I lift an eyebrow. "If anyone's a dwarf here..." "Well you're sure not Prince Charming." She smiles, give a tilt of her head, then walks off towards the counter. I look down then at the book she handed me. Chilton manual for Chevrolet Caprice 1977 thru 81. "Well that will help." I say to myself as I go to follow. Thumbing through it I start to get a sick feeling as I see how many ways my car can break down. "Well...it was the starter." She tells me when I join her. "So they got one? Here I mean." I ask after a moment. She gives me a look "Yea they have one. Where else would you find the part?" she asks. "The Chevy dealership." She gives a chuckle and a shake of her head. "Only if you want to pay a damn fortune for it." "Wow two curse word in one day. That's got to be a record for you." I say grinning. "It's the sewer mouth I'm keeping company with. Now pay the man." Looking up at the grinning guy in the blue shirt I dig out my wallet. The Car Won't Crank "Yeouch!" I say as I slide back into the car next to her. "What? That wasn't a bad price at all. You should try to get one for this thing." she points to the little hybrid. "It would also have to be put in by the dealership or it voids all those nice warranties I paid so much extra for." She pushes the button. "There's a Tear in my Beer and I'm Crying for you Dear, you been on my..." I'm cringing inward all the way to the golden arches. The car really hasn't stopped this time when I get out. The near overwhelming desire to go 'buck-dancing' has me twitching as I wait to order for us. I know what Mom will eat from here so she has gone to one of the umbrella covered metal tables outside to wait. Carrying the little tray out to her I sip at my shake. I can see the expression on her face, her thoughts are on Dad today. I slide her drink in front of her. She looks down at the strawberry shake then back up at me. "I wanted unsweet tea. You know I'm trying to watch my... girlish... figure." Grinning I sit the tray down and take the seat opposite her. "Ah don't worry. I'll do that for you." "Oh now you're trying to be Prince Charming. Why? You wanting to listen to that trash you call music on the way home?" "Either that or silence. I'm losing brain cells today really." She opens her sandwich box and dumps the fries into the lid. "I guess I can see why that would be a problem. You were already down to two of them screaming 'hello' at each other in the dark." "Ha ha, hardy, ha ha." I mock sarcastically. Emptying a pack of 'fancy' ketchup onto my fries I then pour salt on top of the ketchup. "I really wish you would stop doing that." She tells me with a stern look. A cluster of the fries in front of my mouth I stop and look up surprised. "What?" I ask then take a bite. "Yea God, the men in this family! Your grandfather was dead at the age of forty-seven, your Dad's brother never made it out of his late thirties and your Dad was not forty five. All dead from a heart attach and you pour salt on everything like it's sugar!" Wiping my mouth with a napkin I lick the salty taste away as I do. "I talked with Dad about that once." "You did?" she asks a bit surprised. "Yea. Here in fact. We stopped one the way back from fishing. He was telling me just about the same thing you just were, and then he stopped. He looked at what I was eating then told me to enjoy it. That probably no matter what... I wouldn't see sixty. That I should try and find every pleasure I could in life and enjoy it to the very last bite. Even if it was just extra salt on my french fries." Mom sits quiet for a second then nods. "Yea that sounds like him. Live for the moment and not worry for one second what's going to happens tomorrow." She looks down at her food. Then takes a single fry out and reaches over to mine. She runs it through the ketchup and salt. She holds it in front of her eyes. "I miss him." "I know." She smiles and bites into the fry. I see her face change. She grabs a napkin and spits the fry into it half chewed. "My god that a salt lick." I watch her cleaning her mouth with the shake, me grinning the whole time. Finally she looks up and sees me looking at her. "What?" she asks, lifting her sandwich from the box. "You look beautiful." I tell her softly. "Well thank you." She says after a second. When she looks back up at me she smiles. "You look... too much like your dad. You act too much like him too. I guess you didn't get a whole lot from me." "You're wrong there." I say with a snort. "I got your love. That was more than enough." She sits for a second looking at me then a single tear runs down her cheek. She wipes it away. "Okay Prince Charming... you can listen to what you want to on the way home." I smile. "I didn't say it to get that but thank you." "Oh my poor speakers." She says shaking her head. I can smell myself on my clothes as I change back into the ones I was wearing earlier. A mixture of dirt and sweat. I grab my deodorant and try to hide it. Looking in the mirror I see my face. My Dad's face. We do look a lot alike. More so in the last year or so. When I get downstairs Mom is already under the car. I see her T-shirt has pulled up a bit. Her belly button is showing just above her waistband. I have to fight the urge to lean down and tickle it as I walk past. Seeing her reach down and tug it down as I walk around to where the mechanic's creeper is, I smile. It feels like she almost read my mind. I roll up under the car to join her. The smell of her deodorant is also heavier I notice as I slide in next to her. She has the starter box opened and the shiny new one out. Picking it up, it takes several minutes to fight it back into place. Several times she lifts her hands up and holds some part of the exhaust back out the way. "Damn this is a stupid design." She mutters under her breath when it finally shifts into place. Wiggling a bit I pick up the ratchet. I feel her pressed up against me, as she moves so she can help. Then contact becomes greater still. Her arm is next to mine helping to guide the socket into place in the tight quarters above us. Her breathing is slowly getting deeper. I notice this as I'm pressed close to her turning the wrench. "I can't get a hand in here." I say after a moments trying. "Here let Me." her hand slides up my wrist and closes on the wrench, My finger tips lightly brush her wrist as I pull my hand out the way. I turn a bit to look up and see what she's doing. I notice then that she changed bras as well when she put the old shirt back on. This one is a thinner pale white. It has the worn look of years to it. I also notice that her nipples are straining up through it and making little tents in her T-shirt. "Okay...You get the next one." She says with a breathy grunt next to my ear. I snake my hand back in and take the wrench. Her fingers linger holding it for a moment after I take it. As I turn the last bolt on the starter I feel her moving around next to me. Her chest brushes my bare arm as she squirms around and lifts the exhaust pipe up and into place. "Can you hold this?" "Yea." Taking the pipe one handed, I pass her the socket with the other one. Her moving next to me to get the three bolts that hold the exhaust in place brings her body into closer contact with me several times. Then she is pressed up beside my face her breast sitting just in front of my nose, my cheek near her armpit. "I can't quite see, move your arm a bit." She tells me. When I shift my hand I feel the pipe try to slip. I push it back up into place. My face is pressed hard into the side of her breast. She doesn't seem to notice she goes to work trying to get the bolts back into place. Her working the wrench moves her against me. I feel the hard nub of her nipple glide across my cheek to right next to my lips. It takes all the will power I have not to open my mouth and give it a nip from my teeth. She shifts and I find myself with my face nearer her neck "Okay that got that." Mom slides back down and we are suddenly face to face with just inches separating us. Both of us are breathing heavy, sucking the smell of each other in. I feel my heart racing in my chest as I see just how beautiful this woman in my face is. "David?" her voice is soft little more than a whisper. Her eyes moving around my face taking in the look of near lust that has to be there. I see a similar one slowly forming on her. The tip of her tongue wets her lips. "David...please." My lips meet hers then. I taste my Mom's mouth and her breath, her passion. The wrench falls from her hand with a clatter to the concrete as she wraps he hands around my head and pulls me into the kiss. Some how managing to get an arm around I slide it up her side. The thin t-shirt moves out from under my fingers then and my hands touching her bare skin alone her ribs. I caress her side till my fingers touch the side of her bra. I have to fight to keep from running my hand out and cupping what I know is a very soft but firm at the same time breast. I want to with all my heart but I'm afraid doing it will break the moment of magic that this seems. Then her tongue is at my lips demanding entry. She shifts her body and my hand runs along the soft cotton. My Mom's nipple is hard as a pebble under my fingers as my hand runs across it. Her breathing quickens Her mouth pulls from mine then just a bit. Then I feel my face being showered in light kisses. "Oh, Frank..." I stop cold hearing my Dad's name. So does she. Her eyes slowly open and take in my face. "Oh David...oh no. Oh I'm sorry. Oh god I'm so sorry!" I catch my Mom as she goes to pull away from me and hold her to me as she busts into tears. "It's okay Mom. It's okay." I caress her hair and I hold her to me. There is little room under the car but some how I manage to roll off the creeper and I'm lying next to her on the carpet. "It's okay." I say softly soothingly. "No it's not!" she says crying. "I was kissing my son. Oh David I'm so sorry. You look just so much like your dad! I'm sor...." I pull her tight to me. Then holding her against my cheek. "It's okay Mom." I brush her hair with my fingers, feeling the wet tears on my cheek."You didn't do anything to me I didn't want you to do." "I kissed you!" she say trying to drive the point of that home. I smile and give a half chuckle. "Actually I think I started it by kissing you." I tell her trying not to laugh. She sniffles then chuckles herself. I feel her hand lightly punch my ribs. "Yea you did you jerk." "I love you Mom." I tell her after a moment. She laughs. "I love you too, David. That doesn't mean we should be making out under a car...in the driveway...where the neighbors could see!" I hold her to me when she tries to move away. "Why not?" I ask softly. She lifts her head and looks at me. She kind of humps. "Because I'm your mother...you're my Son! It's kind of wrong." I give my head a shake. "It's salt on french fries." She looks at me then her expression all but unreadable. I see a slow nod, then a shake of her head that almost unnoticeable. She squirms a hand up my side and wipes tears from her face. I turn her lose enough to do that but I don't turn her lose. After a moment she bites her bottom lips. "David, I'm kind of emotionally ...unstable...right now..." "Your horny." I say with a grin. She rolls her eyes and then chuckles. "Fine sewer mouth, I'm horny. It's been since your Dad passed. I just got carried away, your being this close to me, your looking and smelling like him." She gives my ribs a second light punch. "Damn you. You use the same deodorant." "You bought it." I say after a second. She looks at me then grins and nods. "Yea I did." I pull her into me a little tighter. She resist for a half second then snuggles into me a bit. The scent of her has doubled at least. "I kind of like it when you get carried away. You're a great kisser." I say with a grin. She looks up at my face and gives another of those little huffs. "David I'm not your girl friend." She says after a second then tries to move again. I tighten my fingers on her arms and shoulders. "You could be." She looks at me blinking. Then chuckles. "Young man! I'm old enough to be your mother!" "You're also beautiful enough to be her." She chuckles and wipes at her eyes again clearing the last of the tears. "Well I can see you got your father's silver tongue as well as his looks." "Is that where I got that from? That was the only thing Julie really liked about me." My mom slowly turns ten shades of red. "David!" she starts chuckling "I can... Not... know that!" I laugh at her expression. "Turn me lose ...please." She says softly after a moment. I nod and open my arms. Mom slowly turns onto her back and shoulder walks out from under the car. I slide out the other side and walk around. I'm there when she's turned over and getting to her feet. My mom looks up at me for a half second. I can see the desire, the need for comfort. For more than comfort. The confusion, the wish to act but indecision about what that act should be. I take the decision away from her, I bring my lips down onto hers. Our breath a pant we kiss harder than before. At the first touch of our lips I feel any and all resistance drop from her. Her hands close around me then pulling me to her. I hold her to me my hands filled with the soft warmth of her back. My hand runs up the middle of her back feeling the faint line of sweaty skin there. The tips of my fingers find the back of her bra. When I run across it I stop not feeling a clasp under my fingers. I open my eye a bit and find her looking up at me. She parts us then, grins. "David... it closes in the front! You... naughty... young man." Mom looks around for a half-second then reaches past me and opens the backdoor of the Caprice. "In" she says giving me a shove. With her coming into the car with me at the same time I'm all but driven into the backseat of the car. I very quickly find myself lying on my back with her on top of me. My hands some how end up filled with the soft cheeks of her ass. Mom gives a wiggle and a shake and settles herself down on top of me. "Been a long time since I did this." She smiles. "You were conceived this way actually." She moves a little up me, with my helping pulling on her ass, till our faces are very close. She gives her lips a lick. Then I see a slight nod of her head. "If I'm going to be twisted enough to be making out with my son I'll be damned if I'm going to do it standing up I full view of all our nosy neighbors." Mom's lips come down to meet mine and I arch up to meet her. Kissing her I listen with a sense of wonder to this woman I've know my whole life begin to moan. I feel her grind herself against my thigh, and then she parts us with a sexy lick to my lips. "Pull my shirt off." She says after a second. I hesitate. She looks down at me then smiles. "You were the one that stared this, David. It's not going to be my fault if you can't handle what you started." I catch the bottom of her t-shirt and pull it up off her. When her head comes free she sits back up off me till her hair is pressed into the roof. Her hands come around to the clasp in the front of her bra. She stops and tilts her head to look up at the sagging headliner pressing down on her hair. She looks down at me with a quirky smile. "You need to get that fixed. My mom unhooks her bra and shrugs it back off her shoulder. I see a grin appears, as my eyes can't be moved from the dark pink nipples and the seemingly endless curves. "Been a long time since your mouth was on one of those." She says with a grin. Mom's fingers find the edge of my shirt and it is being quickly pulled off me. I do the best I can but it's not easy to squirm in the backseat. I flinch when the cold seat belt buckle finds my ribs. Then any such small complaints disappear as she comes back down on top of me. My mom's bare skin against my chest, with her breasts a soft pressure against my skin, is a feeling I can't describe. My last and only girl friend Julie had been very small breasted in comparison. Not that my Mom is huge or anything just larger in comparison. Her lips are warmer too, and softer, and far more skilled. Running my hands across her back I slide the tips of one hand under the edge of her pants and onto the cotton of her panties. She wiggles and grinds her crotch into my thigh again this time the moan I hear is much louder. "Umm. I'm thinking you want more of my clothes off." She says after a few more minutes kissing, I bring my lips to the side of her neck and nibble by her ear. "I want all of your clothes off." I tell her in a feathery whisper that makes her shiver. "And what are you going to do then?" she asks teasingly to me. There is a wicked little girl look to her face then that I have never seen before. "What do you want to do when all my clothes are off? Tell me..." "I want to fuck you." I say looking up at her beautiful face. "Oh, now is that anyway to talk in your mother's presence. I may have to ground you to your room for a week." She runs a hand down my chest holding herself up with her hand on the armrest of the door behind my head. I draw in a deep breath when I feel her hand press into my crotch. "Damn, David. I see this has got bigger since I saw it last." She smiles at the look on my face as she runs her hand across me. "Or am I doing something to make it this big?" Her hand leaves me and goes to the front of her pants. I see her looking around out through the car windows as she unhooks her pants. "I can not believe I'm doing this." She says as she settles back down on my chest. I catch the sides of her pants and with both of us working at it we somehow get them down off her. My hand finds out that her panties went with them when I run it across her hip. My Mom is naked on top of me! Jesus Fucking Christ! Mom goes back to kissing and squirming on top of me then. I just let my hands wander across her wonderfully mature body, feeling all the soft curves and hard muscles that hide under them. I bring a hand around and fill it with the soft warmth of her breast. Leaning down I find her nipple with my lips and open my mouth to it. "Oh my god, David. Oh yes." Her nipple is both longer and bigger than Julie's had been. Her breast is soft, warm, and sweaty when I press my face into it. My hand pulls her closer to me by her ass cheek. I feel my Mom's hands clutching at the back of my head. I can feel her moving above me and I realize she's look out the windows again. "I want your pant's off. There is no way I'm going to be the only one naked in this car when the police get here!" The idea of the police showing up and my being in here... like this... with...my... Mom hits me then. Incest... crime...public nudity...lewd and lascivious conduct! "You want to take this inside? To one of the bedrooms maybe?" I ask pulling away from her salty tasting nipple. Mom looks down at my face then I see that little girl's grin come back. God I love that look! She gives her head a shake. "No...salted french fries remember?" My Mom leans down till she is right in front of my face. Her words come out slowly with a sensual purr I would never have know she could do. "I want you to...fuck me... in the back seat of this car. Are you up for that young man? Did I raise a son who knows how to treat a lady right?" Just how I managed to pull her naked body too me, kiss her, and get us both turned over in the backseat I'll never know. The scratch down my ribs from the seat belt buckle may give me some clue if I wanted to try and figure it out but at the moment I'm a bit busy. My head is in the lose headliner and I'm fumbling with my belt and pants. Then her hands are there, taking over, getting into the harder to reach places. Like she's been doing with me all day. My pants and underwear go no further than to my knees before I lean back down and feel myself slip unguided into my Mom. My mother arches her body up off the seat under me as I settle my weight down onto her, pushing the whole length of myself into her. As I start to thrust I feel her feet hook the sides of my jeans and push them further down my legs till I kind of slip first one foot then the other out. "I told you. I'm not going to be the only one naked." She says when I look down into her face. Then she blinks and squints her eyes shut. "Oh shit! Deja vu!" I chuckle then picturing my dad with my mom doing this. I give a long slow thrust that makes her open her eyes and focus on my face again. She squirms her hips under me doing things then I've never felt a woman do. The Car Won't Crank I look down at her face and see she smiling. "What?" I ask breathless as I drive myself forward into her and closer to her chest. "I thought I had lost this view. I thought I would never see it again. That oh so sexy face over me..." she chuckles then pants as I push full in. "With a car roof over it." She runs her hands down my sides and pulls me deeper. Her thighs open wider her right knee against the front seat her other leg going up to lay along the top of the back window. Breathless I chuckle. "Well I'm glad you got it back." I say laughing. Mom giggles under me making her breast jiggle against my chest and her pussy do wonderful contractions all along the length of me. "I bet you are. How long have... have your wanted to do... this... to... me?" I stop and look down at her face. That beautiful face. A drop of sweat falls from my nose to land in her hair. "Just about forever." She smiles and gives me a hard thrust upward that takes me by surprise and takes the breath from me. "Forever?' she rakes my ribs with her nails. " Is that how long it's going to take you to cum?" Giving a long deep thrust that makes her gasp, I shake my head. "I wish." "Too turned on by the whole I'm your Mom thing?" she asks with a grin. I nod. "It's okay." She leans up and kisses me. "But, If you could hold on for just a bit longer I'll be cumming with you. I can feel it already starting to build. ... how... how about... you? Are ... you getting close ...David?" I nod unable to speak. I feel myself sliding into her with a wet slick plunge. I feel a warm wet feeling running down my thigh. That I have my Mom this wet would be taking my breath way ... if I had any to take. I clutch my mom to me as I slide into a gentle in and out that makes me wish I could go like this forever. She is deliciously soft and warm under me. The soft skin of her is very quickly gets slick against mine as the temperature in the car jumps, by the second it seems. Her hands are incredibly skilled and there is knowledge of pleasure hidden in her simplest touch. She is soon caressing me like we have been lovers for years. Her legs tighten around my hips and ass. Her thighs start to rub my sides like wet silk. The last thrusts are almost frantic from us both. Her pulling at me, me clutching at her. My cock stopping into her, as far into her as I can push it. My toes hooked around something behind me on the car door. My Mom shrieks under me as she cums. There is no other word for it. It's an orgasmic cry to the heaven! I'm only second behind her with a primal cry of my own. After moments held in blissful tension I feel it leaving and I sink down onto her panting for breaths I can not catch and dripping sweat. I feel her start to chuckle under me. "Yep ... just like his father. Like being fucked by a water ...fall." she says panting. I laugh with my mom for a second. She brings her hands to my face, brushes back the sweat into my hair, and looks up at me smiling. "You know the police are probably on the way right? Us screaming like banshees out here with our nosy neighbors? Someone has got to be thinking that someone's been murdered." She squirms under me a bit. "Let me up. We've got to get dressed." Looking out the windows as she scramble for lost clothes in the backseat I can hardly believe it's broad daylight and I've just done this...with my MOM! It must be on my face when I look back at her. She settles her shirt around her waist then leans forward and kisses me. When our lip part she just inches from my face looking into my eyes. "I love you, David." "I love you, Mom." I tell her taking her hand in mine. I hold it to my chest so she can feel my heart still thundering. After a moment she looks up a little sad smile crossing her lips. "You may have to forgive me if when we do this ...if I scream out your father's name. I came so close to doing it just moments ago then I realized how badly that could hurt you. I'll try not to." "Don't." I lift my hand to her sweaty hair. I tighten my fingers in it pulling her back to my lips. "I won't mind. I loved him too. Hell, so long as I get to make love to so beautiful a woman... you an call me anything you want." She kisses me then pulls back to look at my face. "Okay, Dopey." She giggles at the look on my face. "I'm going to go take a shower." Shaking my head I watch her somehow get her pants buttoned back together and slide out the car. I'm wiggling my pants up my hips with my legs and feet hanging out the door when a set of keys hit me in the chest. I pick them up and look towards the side door. Moms standing there with the door open looking at me. "Go pull the car back down into the garage. We're not selling it. When you get done with that come join me in the shower. Then we will test out that silver tongue of yours." Mom steps back letting the door slap closed, then I see her flash her breasts at me and give them a shake. I must be grinning like a fool when she walks off. I slip my shoes back on, and then stop to wonder when I took them off. Shrugging I walk down the driveway to the car and pull the cover off. Sitting like a shadow in black and charcoal the old Chevelle still looks like it did the day it came new off the lot. Dad put a lot of love into this car to keep it that way. The door opens with a creak. Need to get a little oil for that I think as I slide into the leather seats. Glancing over the seat into the back I smile wondering if we will both fit. When I look back I catch my reflection in the rear view mirror. I know it's my reflection.... but why did I wink at myself? The old car cranks with a rumble that sounds just like laughter.