We were coming up on one month since we had started driving. I was supposed to be in school right now but ever since the divorce you thought it’d be nice to spend a bit of time just the two of us. It wasn’t too bad, I got to take all of my classes online and spend the rest of my time napping, looking out the window, or talking to random drivers over the CB radio. Most of it were random racist remarks but occasionally it was a nice conversation. It was fun for the most part. Recently though you’d been talking to some older man on the radio after I laid down for bed. You assumed I was asleep but sadly I wasn’t. Occasionally my headphones would die and I’d have to deal with your late night phone sex with him. You even said you guys were gonna “hangout” sometime. I was young, but not dumb enough to see clueless on what that means.
After a week or two of this going one we had parked at a truck stop on the side of the highway. You told me you were getting ready to head out to grab dinner but I knew that was a lie. Instead of your bummy sweatpants and hoodie you left in a nice crop top and form fitting jeans. I knew the divorce hadn’t gone well so I figured you just needed some alone time. I wasn’t complaining. While you were out I laid in the sleeping cabin, dropped my pants, closed the curtain and went to town! I didn’t get much time away from you so most of my jerk offs were in a shitty truck-stop restroom. 10 minutes later I hear you angrily muttering to yourself before opening the door I quickly pull up my pants. “You good mom?” I asked as I zipped up my jeans.
You were a tough woman who didn’t take shit from anyone. But after being worked up and teased so much you couldn’t handle it anymore. After that night everything changed.
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