sky. There was another crash of lightning and suddenly huge drops of rain were splattering noisily on the windshield. It turned into a loud roar as the torrent of rain pounded on the roof of the car. It was falling so hard and fast that the windshield wiper couldn't clear, it away fast enough. Unable to see very well, Linda was barely crawling along the rain-swept road. With the loud crash of thunder, the mountainsides would be momentarily bathed in a lard blue-white light from the bolts of lightning.
'I'm scared,' shouted Jill.
'So am I honey,' her mother answered. 'But we should be to Silver Flats in a few minutes.'
'What's Silver Flats?' Jill asked.
'It's a town up ahead that Jed told me about,' she shouted over the sound of the storm. 'He said there's a nice motel there.'
'Good,' answered Jill. 'I wanta get out of this damned storm.'
Water was washing across the road like a stream as the battering rain seemed to gather intensity. Peering nervously through the rain-covered windshield, Linda guided the car around one curve after another. The sound of the storm was amplified by the echoes in the narrow canyon.
'Shouldn't we be there by now?' Jill asked after they had driven for another hour.
'We should have been there a long time ago,' she admitted. 'I wonder if we're on the wrong road?'
'I'm scared,' whispered Jill.
'So am I,' her mother agreed.
Then as suddenly as it had started, the rain stopped. They could hear the faint sound of thunder disappearing into the distance.
'I'm glad that's over,' sighed Jill in the eerie silence that had replaced the frightening roar of the storm.
Once more able to see the rain-soaked road, Linda was able to drive faster. It was now night and the headlights clearly illuminated their way.
'Honey,' Linda sighed after another hour of driving, 'I'm afraid we're lost.'
'Look, Mom,' Jill shouted, pointing ahead. 'There's a light over there.'
Approaching it, they saw a paved lane that led from the road up to what appeared to be a lighted house.
'I think we'd better drive up there and find out where we are,' Linda suggested, guiding the car up toward the building.
Parking in front of it, they could see it was quite a sumptuous summer home. Getting out of their car, they walked up on the broad veranda and rang the doorbell.
After a long interval it was opened by a man in his early forties wearing a silk dressing gown. There was a look of astonishment on his face when he saw Linda and her pretty young daughter standing at the door.
'Yes,' he muttered, unable to grasp where these people had appeared from on this stormy night.
'Excuse us,' stammered Linda. 'I think we're lost.'
'Come in,' he smiled, suddenly captivated by the woman's eyes, smoldering out from beneath her long dark bangs. 'I'm Travis Barlow.'
'How do you do,' she smiled, stepping into the room. 'I'm Linda Turner, and this is my daughter Jill.'
'What is your problem?' he asked when they were seated. 'How do you get to Silver Flats?' she asked. 'We've been driving for hours.'
'There's a turn off about forty miles back up the road,' he explained. 'You must have missed it.'
'Oh, thank you,' she smiled, rising from her chair. 'I'm sorry to have bothered you.'
'Where are you going?' he asked, staring boldly at Linda's smooth bare legs under her short skirt. 'We have to get back to Silver Flats before it's too late,' Jill explained, following her mother toward the door.
'But you can't,' he said, standing up and walking toward them. 'Why not?'
'The storm has washed the bridge out,' he lied, appraising teen's cute figure. 'I just heard it on the radio.'
'Why don't you spend the night here?' he suggested. 'Oh, no,' stammered Linda. 'We couldn't impose on you.'
'I won't take no for an answer,' he grinned, turning and walking toward the stairs. 'I'll go up and tell Sylvia we have guests.'
'Honey,' he smiled, walking over to the bed.
'What?' she said in an irritated voice as she removed her mouth from her brother's fantastic cock.
'We have company.'
'Oh, shit,' she stormed. 'I was just getting this idiot's prick nice and hard.'
'But,' he beamed, 'I think they're our kind of people.'
'Who are they?'
'It's a very attractive mother and daughter,' he answered.
'What makes you think they're our kind of people?' she asked suspiciously, reluctant to leave her brother's throbbing dong.
'I don't know,' he grinned excitedly. 'But there's something about them that makes me thing they're ready for fun and games.'
'Okay,' she sighed, getting up from the bed and slipping into a pink, transparent negligee. 'I'll go down and look them over.'
'I'm sure you'll approve,' he smiled. 'Lance,' she said, looking back at her naked brother, 'I don't want you jacking off. I want your fuck to be nice and hard when I get back.'
Linda and Jill could hardly believe their eyes when the voluptuous redhead walked down the stairs with her husband. Her smoothly rounded tits and big hard nipples were easily discernible through the flimsy material of her gown, as was her triangle of red pussy hair.
'Honey,' he beamed to his wife, 'this is Linda Turner and her daughter, Jill.'
'How do you do,' Sylvia smiled, her eyes hungrily taking in Linda's soft bare thighs.
'Hi, Mrs. Barlow,' stammered Linda, still startled by the beautiful woman's near-nakedness in the transparent gown. 'I hope we're not imposing.'
'Not at all,' answered the redhead in an excited voice, still unable to remove her eyes from the softness of Linda's bare thighs beneath the short dress. 'And please call me Sylvia.'
'It was sure scary in that storm,' smiled Jill, taking an immediate liking to the beautiful woman with the big hard titties.
'I'll bet it was,' Sylvia beamed at the girl, thinking how delicious the girl's twat might taste. 'And I'll bet you haven't had anything to eat.'
'No, we haven't,' the girl admitted.
'Then let me fix you something,' Sylvia suggested.
'Please don't go to any trouble,' said Linda.
'It isn't any trouble at all.'
'May I help you?' asked Linda.
'No thanks,' Sylvia smiled. 'But you can come out in the kitchen and keep me company while I'm preparing it.'
Unable to control herself, Sylvia let her fingers trail lightly across Linda's wiggling little bum as they walked out of the room.
'She's sure pretty,' grinned Jill, sitting down on the couch with Mr. Barlow.
'So are you,' he beamed at the cute teen.
'Thank you.'
His cock began to lurch beneath his robe as he stared at the soft, downy hairs that glistened against the gleaming flesh of her tanned bare legs. The sweet freshness of the girl was very exciting to the lecherous man.
'I'll bet you have lots of boyfriends,' he grinned at her.
'Sure,' she giggled. 'Plenty.'
'Do they kiss you.'
'Sometimes,' she admitted.
'Do you like boys to kiss you?'
