Penulis
Antonio the Truck Driver and his Mother-in-Law, on the Road
It still seems incredible to me how a trip changed my life and the way I see it.
I've been a truck driver all my life. My father was already a truck driver, and so was my grandfather. My name is Antonio. I'm currently sixty years old, and when the events I'm about to tell you about occurred, I was twenty-seven.
I lived in a southern town of about 5,000 inhabitants and owned two trucks, one I was still paying for and the other I inherited from my late father. I drove one myself and an employee I had. I married young and didn't have children, nor did my wife give me time. Four years into our marriage, and when work was going well, one day I returned from a trip abroad and was surprised to find she had gone on a trip with a foreigner. I was told she had gone with two Moors in a van to France.
At first, I was angry, but over time, I didn't think it was a great loss. A neighbor at the time, now older, felt sorry for me, and I soothed my grief with sex and blowjobs. Her husband was also a truck driver like me, about to retire. He worked for a large international transport company. We even bumped into each other on some highway, and he was always very friendly to me. It was nice to meet someone you knew far from home, and a neighbor at that.
His wife, Pepita, was a real jerk. I was twenty-seven when my wife left me, and she was fifty. So I wouldn't have to worry, she told me that the Moors' visits to my house when I was away were becoming more and more frequent, and that it was better if she had left, because if she had stayed, my horns would have reached heaven.
I filed a missing person report with the police, and that's when I found out the Moors had her working as a prostitute in a brothel on the French border. Apparently, they were already bringing clients to her house when I wasn't there, and they had her listed on an online dating site, and she'd even made porn videos. So, as Pepita thought, it was better if she had left.
One day, a scandal broke out at home. It was the first few days after her disappearance. My mother-in-law, Carmen, came to my house in a real uproar, thinking I'd killed her and made her disappear. Unfortunately, this happens all too often. I always have the radio on in the truck, and the cases of domestic violence and women's deaths are overwhelming. So I understood my mother-in-law a little and let her vent to me.
They were in a commotion at home, her and my sister-in-law, my wife's younger sister. When they calmed down, helped by Pepita, who came to my rescue, I was able to show them the police report. The portal where the Moors had advertised her and an archive of photos and videos of her fucking up to five old men in their seventies who were putting it in her every hole and even urinating on her. They were both stunned, and I was nice to them. I consoled them, gave them a beer and some snacks, and they calmed down and calmed down.
My mother-in-law was now embarrassed for having accused me of being a murderer. She even looked at me sadly and hugged me to comfort me. She said if I needed anything, I should just tell her; it turns out she'd always been very fond of me. Pepita intervened, telling her that she was there as a good neighbor if I needed anything, that I was like a son to her. At one point, I even felt uncomfortable. They were both sitting on the couch, one on each side of me, holding my arm and trying to get closer to comfort me, or whatever, but they pulled me towards them.
In this struggle, the backs of my hands and forearms brushed against her tits, which were quite a few; both fifty-somethings had a good pair of melons. My mother-in-law, like my ex, had outrageous breasts, large, hard, and erect. Pepita's were a little softer, but I liked them precisely for that reason, huge and soft. When we were having sex, I loved to pull her on top of me and my cock and swing her udders as I pleased. I sucked, bit, and slapped them; she loved the latter and it turned her on.
My sister-in-law told her mother to leave my house immediately. My sister-in-law hugged me and, strangely enough because it had never happened before, she pecked me goodbye on the lips. Her mother, not to be outdone, though with more passion, crushed her enormous lips all over my snout. I'd imagined them more than once while I was jerking off, sucking my cock. That was back when I was still her daughter's boyfriend and we used to visit her at her house. What lips! The truth is, my mother-in-law was a hell of a woman. The bitch was hot. I never understood why she was married to my father-in-law; they didn't match. The other guy was like a zombie, and she was fucking hot.
That day, between one consolation and another for what had happened, I ended up having a good romp with Pepita. The neighbor, to be honest, was helpful in every way. She was also devoted to my cock; she told me it was the most beautiful she'd ever seen, not just because it was big, but because it was beautiful. I believed her, and it boosted my ego, which was already pretty damaged. I took advantage of the opportunity to be a little violent; I liked to give it a go sometimes, and apparently she did too, because when I started spanking her while fucking her or torturing her nipples, she came like a fountain.
One day while fucking in the shower, after I had soaped myself up with her tits, which was something I loved, I dared to pee on her and her breasts. I was surprised at how much she liked this dirty thing.
Her big ass was like a perfect target for aiming my cock at her asshole. I liked to jump on her and thrust it in her. The first time I had her on all fours on the bed and I jumped on her, thrusting her asshole in her asshole, she let out a scream that the whole neighborhood was sure to hear. Over time, her ass had adapted to the size of my cock, and we both enjoyed doing this many times. After the pleasure came the laughter.
A few days had passed, after I'd arrived, when my mother-in-law called me. She told me that my ex, her daughter, had been found in a bar in La Junquera, a Catalan town on the border with France. I replied that for me, it was as if I were in the depths of the Earth. She told me she couldn't stop thinking that maybe they had drugged and tricked her, that she wanted to go find her, at least see her and make sure she was okay.
I told her to call her, and she replied that it was impossible to know the number, but that she'd been told the bar was called "Club Los Jamones." I told her, "Okay, that's fine." Seeing me indifferently, she tearfully begged me if I could please join me on a trip if I was passing by there on my truck.
The very next morning, I was heading to Stuttgart, Germany, with a load of melons and fruit. Fool that I was, I told her so, and she signed up for the trip without me even inviting her. Despite telling her I didn't want her on board, she insisted and insisted, until that same afternoon she showed up at my house with a suitcase. I repeated to her that I couldn't take anyone on the truck, and she called me a liar, saying that more than once she knew I had taken someone along, only to drop them off along the way or at their destination.
So, after arguing for a while, Pepita arrived and made some peace, convincing me to take her with me, to see if that way she'd keep her daughter and not come back. In a way, I saw her as competition with me. That day, her husband was home, so she had no choice but to stay home and not interfere any further between my ex-mother-in-law and me.
I told her I'd have to sleep on the couch, and that we'd be leaving at five in the morning. We had to go to Almería to load up, then to Valencia, Castellón, Barcelona, and then on to the border. It would take us three days to get to La Junquera. She said okay, but despite that, she didn't back down from her insistence on coming with me.
At night, I heard a noise in the kitchen window. I woke up and went over. It was Pepita, who was coming to snoop around, probably to see if I was fucking my mother-in-law. I went out to the patio, and she threw herself into my arms. I grabbed her by the arm and took her to the garage.
I told her she was crazy, that anyone could see her, that her husband was home, that she should go back to her own house. She was completely out of control, she grabbed my cock and wouldn't let go. In the end, I grabbed her, bent her over, and laid her on the hood of the car, and started spanking her ass with the palm of my hand. She was just gasping and shuddering. I grabbed her by the hair and slapped her twice, tied her to my cock and started sucking it. I fucked her mouth until she vomited. I fucked her violently on top of the hood of the car, slapping her face, her breasts, her ass, I came in her mouth, and then I peed on her. I grabbed her by the hair, pulled her outside, and told her never to fuck me at night like that again. I think I went a little too far, but I was in a really bad mood. As they say, I made the poor girl pay the price.
When I came back inside the house, I found my mother-in-law awake waiting for me in the kitchen.
– I saw what you did to this woman, you're a maniac.
– A maniac? What do you know about maniacs?
– The poor woman may not have liked it.
– He loved it, and besides, don’t interfere in my life, I don’t interfere in yours. Understood?
– Wow, I've seen your cock and my daughter seems really stupid to have let you get away, you even seem to know how to use it and everything.
– Madam, if you're making fun of me, we're in trouble, and don't tempt me, you'll be staying here tomorrow.
– Do you always fuck your neighbor like this?
– And what do you care?
– Well, she's a little older than me, and I think I'm better off than her, and it's nice to see that at this age you can still attract a young stud like you.
– Don’t you have anyone who can hammer your pussy?
– You're so stupid! I haven't made love in a long time. My poor husband can't do it anymore. You know Juan, what with his illness and his physical condition, the poor guy can't.
– I wish she wouldn't eat so much bacon, she's like a pig. She's probably cheating on him too, there's a saying that goes, whore daughter, whore mother.
– Well, you're wrong, and I'm convinced that my daughter is drugged or something.
– The police said they didn't find him taking any substances, they looked at him so I told them it could be a kidnapping.
– Maybe they’re wrong.
– Maybe so, come on, let’s go to sleep, we won’t be getting up until soon.
– Hey, this couch is very uncomfortable to sleep on. If I lie down next to you, you won’t even notice. Your bed is big and we both fit comfortably.
– Okay, but try not to snore, all smokers snore.
– Ha ha ha. What a snob.
It ended the way it was supposed to, fucking. First it was a touch, then a hand on my cock, then a tit in my hand, then a mouth sucking my cock, then a pussy on my nose, I ended up fucking her so fucking hard. How my mother-in-law fucked! And what a hot bitch she is at her age, better than many young girls, even her daughter. I can say and testify that naked the mother is hotter than the daughter, and look how hot my ex is.
When the alarm clock rang, we still had the energy to have a quickie before heading to the shower and then having another one. Damn, the way I'd ended my relationship with my ex-mother-in-law was a blessing in disguise. All I could think about was that during these two days I'd have her in the truck, I'd fuck my ass off. What a pair of tits, what an ass, and how the bitch sucks.
We left the house smiling and gracefully, heading for the truck. Pepita was waiting for me on the street. Reassured, she gave me a kiss, a snack for the road, and wished me a safe trip. The two of them looked at each other, and my mother-in-law's expression was one of victory. Even so, I gave Pepita a big hug and kiss and said goodbye, which she appreciated.
As soon as I got on the truck, he started to make me nervous, he was gossiping about everything, the cabin amused him.
– Will we both sleep here?
– Of course, me downstairs and you upstairs.
– It doesn't look like there's that much space from the outside. The bed is big, we can even sleep both in one.
– To sleep each one in his own bed, to fuck we'll do it in one.
– Wow, you're already thinking about fucking. Haven't you had enough with this night and this morning?
– Why don’t you ask the question the other way around: Has my mother-in-law had enough?
– Ha, ha, ha, you're so bad, you know I liked your cock, and the way you move it, you bastard, you've left me soaked this morning.
– I think you're a bigger whore than your daughter, what a pair.
– You know what? It turns me on when you call me a whore. Yesterday when I saw you fucking your fat, old neighbor, I got really turned on by the way you treated her.
– Wow, from what I see he likes to be beaten too.
– I don't know, I've never been treated like that, but seeing you fucking like that turned me on.
An hour and a half into the journey and closer to my first destination, I stopped at a rest area.
– A coffee?
– That wouldn’t be bad.
– Okay, wait here, I'll be right back.
– I’m going with you, so I can go to the bathroom.
– Fine, but don't forget that we don't have all morning either.
– Okay Antonio, whatever you tell me.
When I came out, I found her talking to a fellow traveler. When she saw me, she came toward me.
– This man thought she was a prostitute
– Really? Why would that be? They can already smell it.
– Hey, don’t disrespect me. I’m still your mother-in-law. Until you’re divorced, you’re still my son-in-law.
– You're going to shoot some vinegar, Carmen, let's see if I can leave it here.
– What do you think I wouldn't wake up to? Look, this man who was talking to me offered me two hundred euros, you see.
- Two hundred?
– Yeah, you see, I didn't know you were paying that much. Isn't it a lie that you were going to give me two hundred euros? Because if it's true…
– I don’t know what price whores like you pay.
– I’m staying here, I’m not coming with you anymore, you don’t respect me in the slightest.
– Stop the nonsense and drink your coffee.
We got in the truck, and she started complaining about the heat. She ended up wearing a mini dress with two shoulder straps, no panties, and no bra, leaving her breasts exposed to the cool air.
Passing another truck as she drew level with her cab, the driver stared at her, and when she noticed, she showed off even more. Her coworker honked his horn in greeting. I honked back. She liked the game and laughed. I was getting turned on by those tits and pussy flipping around the cab.
– Two hundred euros is a lot of money, and with how little I have, I don't know if it will be enough to pay for food and accommodation there.
– What are you doing without a penny, Carmen?
– The truth is we're not doing very well financially. Honestly, since my husband stopped working, with his salary cut and all the expenses, we're just getting by. What I have is some savings I had, but it's only a thousand euros.
– Damn Carmen, with this, she doesn't even have enough to die in Catalonia, even funerals are more expensive there, ha, ha, ha.
– Don’t laugh or make fun of my misfortune.
– I’m sorry Carmen, I didn’t mean to make fun of you, I’m sorry, I really am, I feel bad for your situation, but with what you’re carrying, you can’t live there for three days.
– Well, if I have to play the whore, I will.
– Be careful, don’t let some unscrupulous person end up stealing what little you have.
– This is how scared I am, but if you helped me, I wouldn't be so scared, and besides, if I do it in the truck, you might keep some of it, I don't know, I say.
– Wow, it turns out you want to become a prostitute and even use my truck as a brothel, ha, ha, ha.
This conversation got me thinking. Why not pimp my mother-in-law out? Let her fuck me, give me a bundle, and the trip would be even more worthwhile. Anyway, I was getting excited; we were almost at our destination, and it was time for lunch. I left the road and entered a town where I'd stopped before. There was a good restaurant. It was quiet, and there was a pine forest and shade for the truck.
Before getting off and before she put on her panties, I made her go to the cabin bed, took off my pants, and had her suck my cock. She obeyed everything I ordered. I made her eat my ass, and she did. I lay down and fucked her sitting on my cock. I loved watching those tits sway with my thrusts; the bitch had big, hard udders. She moved so well on top of my cock. We both came at the same time, and when I pulled my cock out of her pussy, she quickly went to suck it and clean it off. I had already seen how slutty she was and how much she loved sucking my cock.
We dressed fresh, she now wearing panties, but without a bra. What a scandal from the front! When we entered the restaurant, everyone could see her. On top of that, she was sexy, and when you look closely, she was a beautiful woman. Her lips were sublime, and her lustful face was priceless.
While we were eating, I made her a proposal. If anyone was interested in fucking her, they should direct them to me, so I could discuss price and terms with them. That I'd fuck with a condom while she was traveling with me. That I'd set a rate for a blowjob, or for a fuck session. Half an hour, 150 euros. An hour, 250 euros. A blowjob alone, 100 euros. Half for her, half for me. She could use the truck to fuck her clients.
After explaining all this to him, I thought he'd either slap me or be shocked, and he tells me there's a man at a table who's winked at him and is signaling for him to go to the bathroom. And he asks me what he should do.
– You get up, go to the bathroom, when he arrives, tell him what I told you, that he should talk to me, that he can come calmly and talk to me.
– Oh my God, how nervous!
– Are you excited to have your first client?
- Yeah
– Damn, if that's what I was saying, what a fucking daughter, what a fucking mother, go see if you can do it.
He went to the restroom and came back shortly after.
– He tells me he doesn't talk to anyone, I told him the rate and he gave me a hundred euros to give to you and that he'll wait for me in the bathroom to give him a blowjob.
– Fine, bring the hundred and go suck him off for a while, no more than ten minutes, okay!
Within five minutes he was back.
– How did it go with your first client?
– He told me that later, when we've finished eating, he'll get on the truck with me for half an hour.
– You haven’t sucked him off?
– Yes, and I ate everything he brought out, which was quite a bit, to make myself look good.
– Wow, so the guy wants more.
– Yes, he says I'm a goddess, he made me dream!
– Okay, when you get in there are condoms in the glove compartment, remember to put them on.
– Okay. I'll remember.
– And don’t swallow the semen, or do you like it?
– Yours tastes better, this one was a little bitter
– I see you have no remedy.
When we left lunch, the man was already waiting there. He looked at me and asked if it was true she was my mother-in-law. I told him she was my ex-mother-in-law, that I no longer had anything to do with his daughter. I could tell the guy was curious about me being my mother-in-law. He gave me 150 euros and we got into the truck. Half an hour later, I saw the door open. The man got out, greeted me, and left.
When I got into the truck I saw her washing her pussy in the small polycleaner I have in the cab.
– What mother-in-law, how did the debut go as a whore?
– Hey, don't call me a whore anymore.
– Yes, he told me that he liked me calling him a whore.
– That's when you fuck me, but I don't like it so lightly.
– Okay, I’ll call her madame ha ha ha.
– I remind you that you must give me my share
I gave her half of the money I'd raised, and we headed to the agricultural cooperative to load up. I left the trailer there to be loaded, and to kill time, I took the tractor to a nearby roadside bar. Carmen, in her minidress, followed me. I could see the eager faces of the cooperative workers when they saw her get in and out of the truck. They must have seen all her stuff.
We arrived at the bar and there were few people there, so we sat on a stool at the counter. The swivel stools showed her bare pussy to the people sitting at the tables every time Carmen turned around. She noticed the stares and taunted them. She went to the bathroom and I saw two men following her. After a while, she came out and looked at me.
– A man told me to tell you he wants to go on the truck with me. I already told him the price, and he said it's okay.
– Well, tell him to come out and I'll open the door for you.
I went out to the parking lot where the truck was, and the two of them were already waiting for me. The man asked me the same thing as the previous one: if it was true that she was my mother-in-law. I repeated the answer. He gave me 150 euros and went into the truck cab with her. I realized that the fact that I was her son-in-law and was close to her was turning the staff on. The bitch probably knew it. I don't know why, I didn't ask her either, but it was the second customer, and the second I told her.
Half an hour later, the guy got out, said hello, and left. My mother-in-law and I returned to the bar. We had about two hours left until they finished loading the truck and sorted out the paperwork. It didn't take long for a fly to be circling her. I pretended not to see and didn't understand anything, but the signs were obvious. My mother-in-law told me a man was winking at her and signaling to go to the bathroom. I told her I knew what I had to say, what I had to do, and that she should go to the bathroom.
She came back happy and with a hundred euros. She gave them to me and told me she was going to the truck and that the man was on his way.
– Totally for a blowjob. Couldn't you give him a blowjob in the bathroom?
– I've already sucked him off, it's a hundred euros, but he wants an hour. He says he's never been with a girl as hot and horny as me.
– I’m sure she already told you she was my mother-in-law.
– Of course, don't you see that it gives them a tremendous thrill.
– Okay, I’m leaving now.
I headed out to the truck, and the two of them were already waiting. The guy, like the others, asked me if it was true that Carmen was my mother-in-law. I confirmed it, and he gave me two hundred and fifty euros and got into the truck with her.
Damn, this thing of taking my ex-mother-in-law on trips was turning out to be very profitable, I was even starting to love her.
When the hour came, when they didn't come down, I rang the bell. The door opened, and that man's hand gave me another 150 euros. Damn! My mother-in-law is like an ATM now. Things were going well, and I was also rolling in laughter at the situation. Who would have told me two days ago that I'd be my ex-mother-in-law's pimp! It was mind-blowing, really.
The truth is, when I looked at her again inside the truck on the way back to the cooperative, she was quite the looker. Her breasts, waist, and ass were complemented by her full, round lips, giving her the impression of a real whore in that minidress. She was quite the real whore, because she was already fully immersed in the business.
We arrived at the cooperative, and I went to the offices to get the documentation, the waybill, and the folder with the cargo permits. Upon returning to the truck, I found Carmen surrounded by three cheerful, smiling cooperative workers. Upon arriving, one of the workers, with whom I'm close due to repeatedly meeting them at the loading dock, said to me, "I'm sorry, sir."
– Come on, Antonio, give us a good price for the three of us. We won't be using the truck, we'll take it to the warehouse.
– But are you all going to fuck her, together or separately?
– She says she can handle all three at once.
– Did she tell you this?
– Yes, she says she also leaves the three of us dry in half an hour, hahaha How horny your mother-in-law is!
– She’s hot and needs money, look if the three of you get her in the same half hour I’ll charge you three hundred euros.
– Okay, done, I’m going to get the money.
My mother-in-law came over and told me the same thing the worker I spoke to had told me. I explained the price I'd agreed upon, and she thought it was fantastic.
– These three are going to fuck her in the same half hour right there in the warehouse.
– Hey Antonio, do you get charged extra if they stick it up your ass?
– Why do you say that?
– The black guy asked me how much I would charge him extra to let him stick it up my ass.
– Do you want them to stick it in there?
– Well, it will hurt a little, I think, but I have a body oil in my suitcase that will help if anything.
– So the black man should pay fifty euros more.
– Okay, I’ll get the body oil.
I never imagined my ex-mother-in-law could be such a whore. Of course, if my ex was anything like his mother, this is how my marriage turned out, full of cuckoldry.
Half an hour later, the four of them left the warehouse, all laughing a lot, except for my mother-in-law, although she didn't look bad if it weren't for her gait. The worker gave me an extra 150 euros, just for the extra charge for the three of us having fucked her in the ass.
The three of them kissed her at the truck door and helped her get in. The worker came to me and gave me his phone number. He told me that the next time I came to load, if I was bringing my mother-in-law, I should let him know in advance, so he could tell me the day and time I'd be loading, so we could work our shifts together. They wanted to do it again and would save up to have an hour with her. I told him okay.
Damn! I decided to start treating her better; unexpectedly, my mother-in-law had become a good source of income.
– Wow, Carmen, you're making a killing as a whore. You should dedicate yourself to it. The clients are leaving happy.
– Oh Antonio! These three guys opened my ass. Thank goodness the black guy was the last to fuck me, because what a dick! He has a cock the size of my arm.
– Damn, mother-in-law! Why did you let him do this? Why didn't he call me?
– Well, it was painful, but also pleasurable. Of course, they went so fast in half an hour that I didn't have time to say anything either. They started groping me, and soon I was stuffed in all three holes. While one of them was putting it in my mouth, the other was putting it in my ass and pussy, and so on until all three of them came inside my ass, without a condom.
– Damn, Carmen! Didn't he tell you about the condom?
– Yes, but they said it's done without it, hence the extra charge and because I couldn't speak because my mouth was always full of cock.
– Oh, we'll have to modify the use of this ass option.
– Those three of you are going through a lot! Will you have to stop soon?
– Well, I want to get to Valencia in one go.
– I can't hold it this far. I have to expel this semen from my intestines. I think the black guy has completely filled them.
– Ha ha ha, we'll stop, mother-in-law, don't worry. You're a real pain! I'm starting to like you even. After all the jerking off I did to your health when I was just your daughter's boyfriend.
– Did you masturbate thinking about me?
– Damn, every time I came over to his house, he came out with a hard dick, ha ha ha.
– Wow, and I didn't even realize it, and the truth is that I really enjoyed fucking you, and I hope you continue doing it, even though I'm playing the whore.
– Damn, mother-in-law! You've already got my dick hard.
– Do you want me to suck you off while you’re driving?
– It wouldn’t be a bad idea.
She bent down, unbuttoned my pants, took out my cock, and started sucking it. We stayed like that until I warned her I was about to cum. She didn't even flinch; she continued sucking me, even more passionately, until I emptied myself inside her mouth. She swallowed it all, and when she pulled my cock out, it was completely clean.
She told me that when she stopped so she could defecate, she would take the opportunity to change her clothes; her dress was already stained with dried semen, and I even thought I saw poop.
I stopped at a rest area, she grabbed some clothes from a bag, went to the bathroom, and I waited for her at the bar. It took her a while to come out, and when she did, she left me speechless.
I have to admit she looked stunning. She was totally slutty, though. She was wearing a denim miniskirt and a white top so thin it was see-through, and without a bra, those pair of tits became the desire of more than one of the men at the bar. And I had a crazy desire to grab her and sit her on my cock on the same stool I was sitting on.
I told her that for once, and now that we didn't have much time, she shouldn't be a bitch. She agreed because she was still feeling the after-effects of the three men who fucked her at the co-op. When we left, she grabbed my arm like I was her boyfriend. I let her do it because I was even shy about bragging about her. Honestly, the bitch was fucking awesome.
TO BE CONTINUED.
