Cleaning The Cars

Fbailey story number 495


Cleaning The Cars


One Saturday during July Mom and Dad went on a bus trip to Atlantic City to gamble, take in a show, and walk the boardwalk. While they were gone I decided to clean their cars. I was sixteen years old and Dad gave me his old clunker when he got a new one. Mom said that Dad went through a mid-life crisis and that he bought a chick-mobile.

I had nothing better to do that Saturday so I decided to wash and wax both of their cars. After that I decided to clean them out. Both of my parents were messy and thought that the backseat was a trashcan.

I got a big plastic trash bag from under the kitchen sink and started with Dad’s car. I took out wrappers, bags, and cups from every fast food place in town. I also found some business cards from bars that contained the names of girls with phone numbers on them. Then slipped under his front seat were three pair of panties. They were all different sizes meaning different women had worn them. I then looked up and saw footprints on the ceiling over the backseat. I cleaned everything spotless and kept the evidence that I had found.

In Mom’s car I found a slew of coffee cups, mostly from the same place. I found three pair of panties under the driver’s seat but they were all her size. I found six used condoms that appeared to all be the same brand. Most were dried up but one was somewhat fresh. Then I found a sealed envelope labeled “To Fred With Love.” I opened it up and found pictures of my naked mother in it and a letter. The letter was a love letter of sorts from my mother to Fred. The letter was very specific about allowing him to fuck her pussy every day at noon in her office at work and to fuck her in her asshole every Friday at noon in her office too. Page two looked like a legal contract between her and her boss based on a promotion. The pictures were very nice, they were crystal clear, close enough, and they showed her intimate parts fully. In the last one Mom was holding her outer pussy lips open, her inner lips and hole were pink and wet, and tattooed inside her outer lips were the phrase “Born To Fuck.” Mom’s clitoris hood was pierced with a pretty horseshoe shaped band with blue beads on both ends.

I finished up and went straight to Mom’s computer. I finally figured out her password BornToFuck, all one word with three capitals. I had full access to Mom’s computer. I found her stash of self-pornography and copied it all to my flash drive. I could hardly believe what I found. There were over ten thousand pictures on Mom in various stages of dress, in various places, and over her entire lifetime. I even found pictures of her pregnant for me and of her nursing me until I was about five years old. There were pictures of Mom standing nude in front of every Christmas tree that we ever had. Then there were a whole bunch of pictures of Mom getting fucked by strange men. In some pictures there were as many as four or five naked men either fucking her or waiting their turn. Mom was a fuck-slut.

I was asleep when they got home but in the morning Dad came in and woke me up. He actually thanked me for cleaning out his car and gave me fifty dollars for doing it. I told him that I didn’t do it for the money. It was pretty obvious that he didn’t know I had found anything out of the ordinary.

Mom was a different story. When I came down for lunch Dad was gone so she just came right out with it, “Did you find an envelope in my car?”

I smiled and replied, “The one to Fred with the letter and pictures? Yeah I found it, I read it, and I kept the pictures too. By the way, they were great pictures.”

Mom said, “I want them back mister.”

I just laughed and said, “I want to fuck you.”

Mom’s jaw dropped, her mouth opened, and she said, “You can’t be serious.”

I grabbed her by her arm and took her into my bedroom. She just stood there as I removed her clothing. A tear came to her eye as I threw her bra across the room and grabbed at her panties, tearing them off from her.