Crossing the Rubicon Ch. 13

Whilst this works as a stand alone story, reading the earlier chapters will give you better context.

And remember, this is not real life. It is just a story folks. Any resemblance to anyone, anything and anyplace is purely coincidental.

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As we crossed the Mississippi and entered into Missouri on the I-72, my stomach grumbled loudly. Becca heard it from her spot in the driver's seat. Smiling, she asked "Lunch stop?"

I nodded.

"I know just the place. Do you remember how I told you about the best BBQ north of Texas?"

"Yes." I replied, lying. I didn't remember. But I needed something to eat soon or my stomach was going to devour my spleen or some other internal organ.

"Well it just happens to be up ahead at Big Daddy's."

I pulled up the menu on my phone and, after a quick look, nodded. "Want to split the nachos?"

She nodded and took the New London off ramp onto State Route 61 and then turned left. My stomach rumbled again rudely and we both laughed.

Thankfully we didn't have far to go and were soon pulling up into the parking lot alongside numerous pickups and big rigs. I stepped out of our car and the icy cold wind hit me like a freight train, stealing my breath and making every muscle in my body tense up as I walked towards the doors.

"Lordy," I said, wishing I had retrieved my puffer jacket from the back seat. The light gore-tex top I had on was clearly a fake. The wind was going straight through it. I looked back at the car but then saw that that Becca had quickened her stride, her amazing ass looking tight under her black leggings, so I moved up a gear to fall in along side her. We entered, thankful for the warmth that we encountered inside the busy eatery, and gained a table by the windows. Thankfully our order was taken quickly and came out just as fast, with my collar drawing only the occasional look from those around us.

Even though the serving was huge in size we quickly demolished half of it, along with a good portion of the Dr Peppers that we had ordered, all thee while communicating in 'mmmms' and 'ahhhhs' and smiles.

It was only as we started to get down to the last few mouthfuls that words exchanged between us.

"So are you sure I only needed to bring old casual clothes? I don't want to be under dressed Becca."

She looked at me and nodded. "It's the farm Rune and it's only going to be the five of us. Mom never wears anything other than faded denim during the day."

I took up a rogue jalapeno and savored the heat it spread throughout my mouth.

"Rune," Becca said, looking a little uncharacteristically nervous. "I need to talk to you about my family."

I put a hand across the table and on top of hers. "Don't tell me," I said, "You come from a long line of carnies and you are worried I am going to be scared by your family's extensive collection of disturbing clown mannequins."

She looked at me in confusion and shook off my hand. "No. Um. What the fuck? Where did that come from?"

Awkward silence filled the space between us for several moments.

I shrugged. "It was just a weird intrusive thought that sounded funny in my head. I thought it would make you laugh."

Silence.

"You looked so nervous. I've never seen you look like that before."

Silence.

She shook her head. "You think I'm carnie like? As in, traveling circus and fair people?"

'Oh God this escalated quickly,' I thought to myself. "Okay Becca, I made a poor attempt at a joke and it failed. I'm sorry. You were going to tell me stuff about your family."

She sat there for another eternity, which was probably only a few seconds, with a healthy serving of scowl and silence for me. Eventually she returned to where we were.

"My family. Where do I start? Emmett. Emmett likes to think he's my step father. He's nothing more than my mother's asshole partner. He's no father figure to me. He runs around like he's some 'pater familias', in charge of the household, and in control of us all, but my mom has him by the balls. He saved my mom from killing herself years ago, just after her husband died in a car accident. She was in a drug induced depressive spiral and he has thought of himself as the knight in shining armor ever since. He and my mom fight all the time. Just ignore them when they do."

She shook her head as if to shake off an unpleasant memory.

"She only keeps him around because she feels like she owes him, he keeps the farm going, plus he fucks her like a bull. He only hangs around because he thinks he's on some mission from god to save us all from our sins, despite the fact we ain't too caring about him and his god."

She took a long slurp from her drink.

'Not that weird,' I thought to myself.

"Sierra is my mom. Like I said before, we share everything. She had me when she was 19 and we are really close. She inherited the farm from her husband's parent's when they died as he had no siblings. She tried to keep it running but she's needed help. Therefore Emmett is of use to her. But she's had to work hard to keep it, and us, going."

"So your 'parentals'...", I had made air quotes when I said that word, "...are not a picture perfect couple..."

The head shake and look in her eyes told me there was more to this story.

"My family is more fucked up than yours Rune. I've never met my biological father. Mom's been married twice since falling pregnant with me, to Kyle, who was a promoter, and then Dale, who was a mechanic, and then there's Emmett."

She looked at me and a tear rolled down her face. "Please don't think less of me, Rune."

I extended a hand to her pretty face and wiped at the tear.

"Mom was a run away at age 16. She has never told us why and I have no idea who her parents were or where she was born. It's the only thing she's never shared."

She fumbled with her phone.

"Have you ever seen a Girls Gone Wild video?"

I nodded, adding, "Guilty as charged."

Becca then placed it in front of me, a video playing on the screen. Two young women were kissing on a bed and laughing, both naked. Then one started kissing a trail down the other's body.

'Fuck,' I thought. I had seen this exact video before. These two girls put on a hell of a show in the GGW bus.

I looked around us at the customers eating their lunches. No one seemed to be interested in us, or the video.

The first girl positioned herself in between the others legs and the second girl arched in ecstasy as a tongue made contact with her pussy.

My member, tucked as it was in my thong and pressed tight within my leggings, throbbed in a vain attempt to harden.

"Seen that video before?" Becca was looking directly into my eyes.

I could do nothing but nod.

"Then my mom will look familiar to you."

I did a quick bit of mental gymnastics, comparing the face in front of me to the faces in the video.

"The hottie on the bed?"

Becca nodded.

I sat in silence, not knowing how to react, looking back at her.

She raised an eyebrow. "How many times have you watched that video?"

I blushed and looked down.

"Its okay Rune. So you jerked off to a video my mom was in. So how many times?"

I sighed.

"Becca, probably 20 times. But not just to the video. To that chick on the bed on the video. She's crazy hot. Skinny, blond, tanned, shaved. Every teen boys dream."

"You won't be the first to have done that Rune. And probably won't be the last."

I shrugged an apology.

"She won't necessarily tell you upfront about it Rune, but there will be evidence at the house. Just don't go weird, okay? She got into the adult industry in order to survive. It started with stripping, went to stuff like that and ended with me."

"Ended with you?"

She sighed. "She was pregnant with me four months after that video. She stripped for another month or so, did a 'teen breeding' video and then got out of the industry and worked at a Walmart. She married Kyle, who was a promoter in the adult industry. They lived a wild existence. He died of an overdose at a party in Van Nuys. She then met Dale, calmed her life down, had my sister Charity with her, and then he died in a car accident and her life went crazy again."

She got up and took my cup and hers and returned with refills, drinking deeply from hers before she continued with her monologue.

"Charity. Oh boy, what do I tell you about Charity. She's a wildcat, a demon, an enigma and my mom's rock and cross all in one. She turned 18 last week. She's doing a shoot for Playboy magazine today and tomorrow at the farm. She's going to be the centerfold for the January hardcopy edition."

"Playboy do magazine centerfolds again?"

She nodded. "They just restarted hardcopy publishing again. So anyway, just be prepared for total chaos at the farm."

I gave her a salute and a "Yes Ma'am".

She smiled and looked relieved. It must have been hard for her to be that honest.

"I like this Ma'am business. I'll remember this," she said, sticking out her tongue, her features brightening even further.

She nodded towards the bathroom door. "Had enough? I gotta pee. Then we should get going."

We stood and I took her closest hand before she moved off. I reached for her other hand and pulled her into a quick kiss.

"I'm honored you've shared all that and I'm honored to be meeting them."

She hugged me and when we finally broke, another tear ran down her cheek.

"Rune, no one back at College knows anything of this. They all believe I grew up a farmer's daughter, not a trailer park refugee."

I hugged her again and we headed off to empty our bladders and then confront the cold outside.

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About an hour later, just as we were nearing Mexico MO, I asked her to pull off the I-54 and follow the signs to the Walmart. As we rounded a crest in the off ramp I told her to take a right, then a quick left and then another left and head for the back tree line of a deserted cleared area in a bit of a hollow. All the while I was pulling down my leggings to my knees and then my thong, freeing my erection which hardened almost instantly.

She stopped the car and looked at me quizzically.

I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, running a hand across her thigh and to the space between her legs.

"Becca. I'm sorry, I'm fucking turned on by that vulnerability back there and I've got a bad need to itch a teen fantasy. I need to do something."

She chuckled. "Okay, sport. I'm all yours."

I told her to push her seat back a bit and get her leggings down like mine and then I asked her to put video of her mom on her phone, from the very start, and put the phone up on the dashboard.

"I'm sorry, with your mom and all in it."

She said she was okay with the idea and soon had things going as requested.

I looked around outside but no one seemed to be near us.

I mimicked the role played by the other girl and Becca quickly picked up the idea and played the role of her mom.

On the screen the girls were on a sofa, chatting and smiling whilst watching tv. The other girl made a move first, sliding a hand over the sofa to her mom's thigh, leaving it there, and when it was not rejected, moved it over further and in between her mom's legs.

Becca waited like her mom did, and then spread her legs slightly. I pushed my middle finger into her folds, eliciting a moan from the girl in the video and the one next to me in the car.

The girl exchanged a smoldering look with her friend and we did the same in real life.

The girl began fingering Becca's mom, and I took up the same slow motion, working my finger in and out, causing the recipient to moan and flex her glutes.

Becca's hand moved like her mom's, coming back across the space and settling in between my legs. Instead of going for my pussy, Becca grasped my dick and began jerking me with a pace matching the hand motion on the screen.

I was soon panting and moaning as my body responded to the scene on the screen and the matching real life stimulation coming from Becca.

Becca looked across at me and broke character. "Rune, I want to do more than just cum from your fingers. Push your chair back as far as it can go and lay the back down a bit. I need to feel that hard cock inside of me."

"Really?"

She nodded. "I need you inside of me now!"

I checked outside and the coast seemed clear, so I made the necessary adjustments and she scooted up and over to my side, her knees under my arm pits and her feet by my hips. She rose up, grabbed hold of my member and adjusted herself and I felt my head slide along her slick folds. She held herself there for a moment, looked right into my eyes and smiled.

"Ready?" she panted.

I nodded and she slowly slid down on my shaft until she had taken me entirely, our eyes locked together for the seemingly unending moment.

We exchanged smiles she put her hands on my shoulders and then she started a slow and steady movement which saw her rise up my length, dragging her body against mine, and then stop and head back the other way.

I put my hands on her encased breasts and began squeezing.

She bent in and kissed me, her tongue snaking into my mouth, searching out mine. We continued, meshed into each other, lighting the fuse to our respective orgasms as we moved in unison, unspeaking, but talking with our eyes, ignoring the now superfluous sounds coming from the screen.

She began to throw muscle contractions into her up slide and her eyes sparkled as I began to breath harder.

I could feel my wash building and moaned. She knew exactly what I meant and nodded both in agreement, and permission and began too increase her pace, riding down on my with increasing force until she was slamming into me.

I looked in her eyes and lost myself there as I orgasmed and shot myself deep inside of her, tears coming to my eyes as I trembled and shook and she fell into her own trembling mess.

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We moved out of there before we attracted any attention followed I-54 down to State Highway HH which took about five minutes, with Becca's smile growing wider with every passing mile. Fifteen minutes after that she let out a squeal of delight and we pulled down a long, curved driveway, eventually pulling up in front of a old farmhouse and some barns, alongside a truck clearly bearing the Playboy logo.

Becca looked at me. "You ready for this?"

I leaned over and kissed her.

"I'll take that as a yes," she said and we exited the car and straight into the warm welcome that was Sierra.

"Oh my girl, look at you," she said, hugging her daughter and planting a solid kiss on her forehead.

"And you must be Rune," she said, turning to me and hugging me firmly into her very firm breasts and fit body. My member did its best to stiffen in its tucked position, and the image of her on the bed from the video sprang into my mind.

If there was a photo accompanying any of the definitions of 'Milf', "Hot mom' it would have been Sierra's. She looked amazing for a woman who had barely hit 40. She was wearing skin tight jeans, cowboy boots, a wide belt with a buckle and a skin tight black long sleeve shirt that accentuated her incredible and gravity defying rack.

She gave me a peck on the cheek. "Welcome. You must be special. Becca here's been talking about you non stop all semester and she's never brought a lover home to meet her momma before. Now before you get stuck on formalities, I will not have you call me anything but Sierra, you hear? Now grab your stuff and get out of this cold weather."

I nodded and gave a "Yes ma'am" and she spanked me on the ass as I spun to get my bag from the back seat.

Inside, the farmhouse was clean but dated, with furniture from the 80s and appliances that looked like they had seen better days. Sierra showed us around. It was homely but cramped.

On one wall in the kitchen hung a large framed photo of Sierra, hair permed, looking young and nubile in a killer bikini. Another frame down the hallway held an image of Sierra in a revealing one piece standing next to a young looking Hulk Hogan at a wrestling match.

Becca's room was small, without being cramped. A double bed, a desk, built in robes, walls lined with high school trophies, ribbons and medallions. Charity's room was across the hallway and a small bathroom ran off the end of the hallway, keeping the two rooms from having a common wall.

We dumped our bags and headed back to the kitchen where Sierra had laid out some drinks and Doritos and engaged in pleasantries. Becca and I were standing next to each other as we spoke, and we often shared hand holds, or arms around the waist or knowing looks as we engaged with Sierra. It was unlike any family situation I had even been in and I was loving it.

"So where's Emmett?" Becca eventually asked.

Sierra shook her head. "You know that he would be unbearable what with Charity out there getting filmed and photographed. I just couldn't handle it. I gave him $500 and a booking for three nights down at the Boonville casino so he'd be out of the way."

"Speaking of filmed and photographed, let's go see how my little hurricane of a child is getting on."

Sierra led the way out back and across the yard towards the nearest barn, her ass looking amazing in the faded but tight denim.

Opening the barn door we stepped inside into the bright lights and warmth of mobile heaters that were being used by the photographer and his three assistants.

I gasped when I saw Charity. She was several inches smaller than Becca, a couple of dress sizes thinner and less athletic looking, but she had an amazingly pert set of tits on her tight body and a smile that looked like it belonged in a toothpaste advertisement. She was sitting up on a hay bale, her back against a wall of hay, her legs spread wide open and her pubic area shaved but for a very feint landing strip of hair. The wetness and excitement between her legs clear for all to see.

The camera flashed and an assistant moved around the scene with a high end video camera.

My cock fought hard against its confines and I felt myself getting damp back there very quickly. Becca had an amazing body and Sierra was crazily hot, but Charity was next level, being both obscenely gorgeous in a girl next door way and fuckable in a 'new porn starlet' way.

She smiled at her sister and mom but then looked at me intensely as she was given the next set of modeling instructions, to have her feet on the floor and her body laying back on the hay bale. The pose highlighted the thinness of her body, the tightness of her belly and the shape of her pubic mound and breasts, topped by very erect nipples.

Flash.

"I need a real 'come here and fuck me passionately look'."

She looked straight into the camera and gave a look no eighteen year old should be capable of giving.

Flash.

Flash.

"Goddam that's fine." The photographer's comments showing that he was loving his job. "Okay," he said, "I want to do a standing shot in front of the bale and then we will go over for a few shots on the saddle."

She stood and had her pose adjusted.

Flash.

"Legs apart one more inch."

Flash.

Flash.

Charity reached down and ran a finger through her pussy lips and came away with a stringy line of fluid hanging off her digit.

The photographer groaned.

Flash.

"Lets take a break. Can someone get her a towel?"

Charity bounded over to Becca and wrapped her in an embrace. "I've missed you sis," she said, excitedly.

She then turned to me and embraced me warmly, adding a squeeze of my ass and a wink for good measure. "We'll catch up as soon as I'm done!" she said, and she went to move off but turned back and stuck her finger in my open mouth. My first reaction was to close my lips around the digit. She left it there for a second and pulled it out ever so slowly.