The check engine light came on in my car, and stayed on. It was part of my lease agreement that the dealership was responsible for maintenance of the vehicle. I phoned them to tell them of the problem and they said to bring it right in. I was surprised when I pulled into the service area to see the man behind the counter. It was Sandy Fisher’s old boyfriend Justin.
“May I help you, ma’am?” he asked.
“Yeah, don’t you ever call me ma’am again, Justin.”
It took him a minute to realize who I was, then he fumbled over his words as he tried to apologize. I told him why I was there and he promised to get the car right in. Business was slow that day, it gave us time to catch up while I waited for my car to be fixed.
“I thought you moved to Florida.” He said.
“I did, several years ago, but I’m back living with my mom now. You got a family?”
“No, after Sandy left me, I never pursued the idea of looking for another girlfriend. I just work.”
“Sandy and I aren’t as close as we used to be. I’ve spent most of my time in Florida or California and we just lost touch. What happened between you two? I thought you were close.”
“I was more committed to my job than I was to her, she wanted to get married and have a family, I resisted, she met somebody else and left.”
The service tech brought my car back around, “You’re all set ma’am, no charge.”
I cringed at the ma’am again, but said thank you. Before I got in the car I turned back to Justin and said, “If you ever get time away from the job and would like to have dinner, call me.”
“I don’t know your number.” He said.
“It’s in your computer, look it up.” I smiled and drove away.
Several weeks passed before I heard from Justin. I assumed that either he didn’t eat dinner, or he didn’t want to have it with me.
The phone rang, “Hey, I have an unusual day off on Thursday and I plan on eating dinner around seven, would you care to join me?”
“I think I could make myself available. Casual or fancy?” I asked.
“How about beer and pizza?”
“Make it wine and pizza and you’re on.” I answered.
“Great, see you then.” And he hung up.
Justin picked me up in a brand-new Corvette that he ‘borrowed’ from the dealership. It sure looked out of place in the parking lot at Rusty’s Bar and Grill next to the deluge of pick-up trucks and motorcycles.
“Boy, you sure do know how to treat a girl right, don’t you?”
“You just wait, they have the best wood-fired pizza that you’ve ever tasted.”
He was right, it was. It was pretty crowded for a Thursday, and he seemed to know just about everybody there. Our conversations were interrupted so many times it was difficult to remember what topic we were discussing.
“You want to get out of here?” he asked. And we went to the parking lot. “There’s not a lot going on in this town on a Thursday, you care to go back to my place? It’s not much, but it’s quiet.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” I said.
I almost regretted saying yes when we turned down Haywood Lane. Unless it had changed, the only thing on this road was an old trailer park that was really run down. And there it was, looking just the way I remembered it.
“Welcome to Slum City.” He said. “Hasn’t changed much, has it?”
He opened the unlocked door.
“You leave it unlocked?” I asked.
“Oh yeah. The neighbors are great here. Everybody watches out for everybody else.” He laughed. “Tomorrow, everyone on the street will know that you were here tonight. As bad as that sounds, it really isn’t.”
The inside of his trailer, excuse me, mobile home, was immaculate. You’d never know that a single guy lived here. We sat at his kitchen table and had a few drinks and solved all of the world’s problems. Time flew by rather quickly and Justin offered to give me a ride home.
“That’s fine,” I said. “or I could wait until the morning.”
“Are you offering to stay the night?”
“Yes. Unless you don’t want me to.”
“No. I mean, yes. I mean it’s been a long time since, you know.” He stammered.
“That’s okay, no pressure. Let’s just see what happens.” I got up, took his hand and said, “Show me where we are eventually going to sleep.”
“So, sex on the first date. Is this a habit of yours?” he asked.
“This may be our first ‘date’, but it isn’t our first time together. Or have you forgotten?”
“How in the world could I ever forget that day? I mean, really.” He said with astonishment.
He flipped on the light switch in the bedroom and the first thing I noticed was the stash of magazines next to his bed. He was definitely single. The look on his face told me that he wanted to crawl under a rock.
“Don’t hide them, show me. What’s your favorite one?” I said.
“You’re kidding right?”
“No, I don’t broadcast it, but I like porn. Show me your favorite magazine.”
Justin sat on the edge of the bed and picked one out of the pile. I sat down next to him.
“Now, don’t be embarrassed. Let me see the last girl you stared at while you pleasured yourself.”
He opened to the page with a beautiful, slender brunette with big boobs. She kind of looked like me, except for the boobs. Most of the girls in magazines are clean shaven, but this one still had her pubic hair.
“I like them natural, not airbrushed.” He said.
“You’re in luck.” I said and stood up and pushed my jeans down just enough to show the top of my hair line. Justin couldn’t look away and I pushed them a little lower, showing my entire bush. “My boobs aren’t as big as hers, I hope you’re not disappointed.” And I yanked my top off and tossed it on the foot end of the bed.
“Now,” I said, “I want you to do to me, exactly what you were imagining that you were doing to her while you were jerking off.”
I laid on my back and spread my legs, and said, “I’m all yours.”
Justin casually took his clothes off while I got started without him. I messaged my boobs and fingered myself; I wanted to be wet and ready for him.
Justin laid down beside me, “I want you on top, just like you were the first time we were together.”
“Oh, that would be my pleasure.” And I slid his cock up inside me. “You want it fast, or slow?”
“I’ll like it however you chose.” He said.
That was my preference; I liked being in control. After round three, we were both pretty exhausted and laid there trying to catch our breath.
“Do you mind if I wake you in the morning?” he whispered.
“I hope you do.” I said and snuggled up close and fell asleep.
As the cobwebs in my head began to clear, I realized the dream I was having wasn’t a dream at all. Justin was on top of me. We were having sex.
His long strokes changed to short, deep plunges and I felt him ejaculate, but I didn’t want it to be over.
“Don’t stop.” I said. “Just a little more…Just like that…Keep going. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah…” and my pussy began to tingle. Waking up to an orgasm is so delightful. “Good morning, Justin, shower time?”
“Good morning. You go ahead.” He said, “The shower’s not big enough for both of us.”
“Too bad.” I said, smiling all the way to the bathroom.
When Justin took his turn in the shower, I got dressed and strolled around his trailer. He had a lot of car memorabilia, all neatly placed, hanging on the walls. There was a photo of him and Sandy, and I was shocked to see a photo of Travis in his baseball uniform.
I felt Justin’s arms wrap around me and give me a big bear squeeze. I pointed at the picture of Travis and looked at him questioningly.
“My son, Travis. You must know him; he works at your brother’s store.”
I was floored. “Of course, we work together on the days that I help my brother out. He’s your son?” My brain was trying to wrap around the fact that I was fucking Justin’s son on a regular basis.
“He is the product of a drunken one-night stand when I was in high school. I didn’t know about him for years. When his mother divorced, she reached out to me when he was about nine. I’ve helped support him ever since. He’s a good kid.” He explained.
“Yes he is, my brother is lucky to have him. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” I said, trying to figure out how to change the subject.
Then reality set in. I was fucking a father and his son, virtually at the same time. All I could think of was ‘holy shit!’ and turned to Justin and said, “Would you like me to fix you breakfast?”