When Don had stormed out of the house, Linda walked into the kitchen and poured herself a third cup of coffee. Her smoky-gray eyes were flaming with anger. She was still fuming when Jill walked into the room.
'What were you and Daddy yelling about?' the girl asked.
'He's a fuckin' asshole,' Linda muttered. 'He's nothing but a two-bit prick.'
'No, he's not,' Jill defended her father. 'I love him.'
'Honey,' Linda asked, trying to change the subject. 'How would you like to take a trip?'
'With you and Daddy?' she asked.
'No, honey,' she replied. 'Just the two of us.'
'Where would we go?'
'I don't care, honey. It would be fun to just take off together,' Linda giggled, suddenly pleased with the idea.
'When would we go?'
'Right now,' her mother answered. 'As soon as we can pack a few clothes.'
'Does Daddy know about it?'
'Not yet.'
'What will we use for money?' the girl asked, not certain that she liked the idea.
'I have a little,' was her mother's answer.
'How much?'
'Almost two hundred dollars.'
'That wouldn't last long,' the teen argued. 'What would we do then?'
'We have our pussies,' giggled Linda.
'What?' gasped Jill, shocked at what her mother had suggested.
'We have our cunts,' her mother repeated. 'That's as good as money in the bank.'
'But Mother,' the girl protested. 'How can you talk that way?'
'Don't you like it when Terry fucks you?' Linda asked.
'Gee, yes,' the girl giggled. 'It's neat.'
'That's right,' her mother beamed. 'All cocks feel neat and men are usually willing to pay for a hot pussy. We could have all the neat fuckin' we want as well as plenty of money.'
The girl just stared at her mother, still not able to fully grasp what she was saying.
'Wouldn't that be fun?' Linda smiled, trying to encourage the girl. 'You do like to fuck, don't you?'
'Gee, yes,' the girl admitted. 'But would a man pay to fuck someone like me?'
'You can bet your ass an that,' her mother laughed. 'They'll pay plenty for your young pussy.'
'Do you really think so?' Jill asked, suddenly excited at the thought of being paid for something as neat as fucking.
'I know so,' Linda beamed. 'We could have a real ball.'
'Where would we go?'
'I don't care,' her mother giggled. 'Let's just take off and enjoy ourselves.'
'I don't know,' Jill hesitated. 'Will Daddy let us go?'
'We won't ask him,' Linda giggled. 'Let's just leave him a note and take off.'
'Do you really think men would pay to fuck someone like me?' Jill asked again, unable to believe it.
'Don't worry baby,' her mother smiled. 'They'll pay plenty. Now let's get our bags packed and get out of here.'
A few hours later, mother and daughter were chatting like two excited teens as Linda guided the car along the winding mountain road. There was a lazy stream to the left of them and tall pines to the right as they sped through the cool canyon. There was very traffic and they were both enjoying the relaxing drive.
'Where will we stay tonight?' Jill asked her mother.
'Huntsville is about forty miles from here,' she answered. 'We can probably get a motel room there.'
They were just pulling up over the crest of a hill when the engine started missing. The car jerked along for another couple of miles until Linda saw a service station around a curve. Nursing it along, the woman finally pulled up to the place.
'Hi,' smiled a middle-aged man who ambled cut of the building, followed by a sleepy-looking dog. 'Can I help you?'
'I hope so,' Linda sighed, getting out of the car. 'The damned thing keeps stalling and stopping on me.'
Standing with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his bib overalls, he couldn't seem to take his eyes away from Linda's smooth bare legs, so deliciously exposed beneath her tight-fitting shorts.
'I'll take a look at her,' he pinned, rubbing his cock through his pocket.
'Oh, thank you,' Linda beamed, giving him the treatment with her smoky-gray eyes.
He soon had the hood up and was checking out the engine. Moving up next to the man, Linda lightly pressed her bare thigh against his, and casually rested her hand on his shoulder as she peered under the hood with him.
'I'm so dumb when it comes to cars,' she sighed, lightly rubbing her breast against his arm.
'Well, lady,' be finally spoke as he stood up, his face flushed with the excitement of her closeness. 'Your fuel pump's shot.'
'Will it take you long to fix it?' she asked.
'Nope,' the man answered. 'But it will take three days before I can get one delivered up here.'
'Oh, shit,' Linda gasped. 'Isn't there any way to fix this one?'
'Nope,' he answered. 'We gotta put in a new one.'
'Is there any place around here where we can stay until it's fixed?' she asked.
'There's a motel in Huntsville.'
'How far is that?'
'About thirty-five miles,' was his answer.
'Isn't there anything closer?'
'I'd like to put you in my bed,' he grinned, lasciviously staring at her loose-fitting halter. 'But my old lady wouldn't stand for it.'
'I think I'd like your bed,' she whispered suggestively, thinking of how she could pay the repair bill. 'You look like quite a man.'
'You're a pretty girl, yourself,' he excitedly stammered, still rubbing his cock through his pocket.
'How can my daughter and I get to Huntsville?' she asked.
'There ain't no bus,' the man answered. 'You'll just have to hitchhike.'
'Hitchhike?'
'Yep,' he drawled. 'But a pretty gal like you won't have no trouble gettin' a ride.'
Taking only two small bags, mother and daughter were soon standing by the side of the road, hoping to get a ride. They didn't have long to wait as a dusty station wagon with fishing poles poking out of the rear window came to a screeching halt.
'Hi,' grinned a young man in his late twenties, waving a beer can. 'Want a lift?'
'Sure,' Jill grinned.
'Where you goin',' asked the other occupant of the car.
'Huntsville,' Linda answered.
'We're only goin' about fifteen miles up the road,' the first man smiled. 'But we can take you that far.'
'That's fine,' Linda smiled, as the young man stepped out and opened the back door for them.
'I see you're going fishing,' grinned Linda when they were moving down the road.
'Damn right,' laughed the dark-haired young man who was driving. 'Our wives gave us three days off for good behavior and we're gonna catch the best damned trout you ever saw.'
'That sounds like fun,' giggled Jill.
'Do you live in Huntsville?' asked the blond man, opening another can of beer.
'God, no,' Linda laughed. 'Our car broke down and we'll have to stay there in a motel until it's fixed.'
'How long will tbat take?'
'Three days,' she answered.
'Christ,' laughed the driver. 'I'm sure glad we're goin' fishin'. There sure isn't anything in Huntsville but a
