Ass, Gas, or Grass

While they weren’t exactly the Montagues and Capulets, it was fair to say Melody Rogers and her fiancé, Randall Parsons were facing difficulties with their families over their impending nuptials. Both were 22, virile, inquisitive, passionate and deeply in love with each other. A fact that deeply troubled the mother of the future groom.

To be fair, no girl was ever going to be good enough for Grace Parson’s only son, Randall. The fact that Melody came from the wrong side of the tracks only intensified her distaste for the manipulative, young hussy.

Randall and Melody had met a year and a half earlier when they were both hired as seasonal help at the local Home Depot, and started dating soon after. When Grace found out her son had proposed a few months earlier, her natural inclination was to assume Randall had knocked her up. Randall denied it, even offering to bring his mother a vial of Melody’s piss for Grace to test to verify his point.

Grace held out hope the two would find something else shiny to focus their youthful hormones on, but as time went by, the young lovebirds didn’t show any signs of tiring of each other. Grace eventually accepted the direction of things when Randall made it known they’d talked to the preacher, rented out a hall for the reception, even put a deposit down on an apartment to move into.

Grace made one last ditch effort to get her estranged Husband, Cliff, to talk some sense into their son, but he just told her not to let her bitterness towards the institution of marriage keep Randall from finding happiness.

Normally, is the responsibility of the bride’s family to handle many of the wedding plans. Therein lied one of the chief misgivings Grace Parsons had about her son’s choice of a spouse. To say Melody Rogers came from a broken home would have been a understatement. Her father had been gunned down when she was two, a victim of a very agitated home owner who woke up to find her strung out father burglarizing his place.

One of the reasons the man was robbing homes was to support his and Melody’s mom’s drug habit, and it wasn’t long after his death that she was arrested as well, beginning quite a long and sad list of brushes with the law.

Little Melody was shuffled from relative to relative for most of her formative years. Unfortunately, the seed from such dysfunctional soil even landed her with two separate stints in juvenile detention as a teenager. Having grown up near Grand Rapids, once Melody endured that second 18 month incarceration, she moved to Saginaw to live with her grandparents where she finished high school and started to re-build her life. That’s when she met Randall.

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“Why would you want a girl who’s Momma is a junkie and who’s Daddy died trying to score her fix. Why would you want a girl who’s been in and out of jail herself?” Grace asked her son once after finding out snippets of Melody’s background.

It took all Randall had not to slap his mother.

“People aren’t destined to be slaves to their upbringing,” he tried to rationalize with her, only as a love-struck young man could about the object of his affection.

“It wasn’t like we were the Cleavers growing up,” Randall added that last jab which caused his mother to swallow hard before she fended off the urge to reach out and smack him in return.

While Melody certainly wasn’t the monster her future mother-in-law was so desperate to paint her to be, she wasn’t exactly the bastion of reformed purity Randall saw her as either. The truth, like so many things, was somewhere in between.

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Perhaps Melody Rogers was looking for the stability and calm Randall provided to protect her from the whirlwind quagmire her life had been to that point. She loved Randall, and he was the first guy she’d ever known that genuinely loved her back. That’s not to say the slings and arrows, some silent and others not, that Grace Parsons had hurled her way since the announcement of the engagement hadn’t hurt.

There were times she wished she’d never shared some of the elements of her background with Randall, but secrets are quicksand for the foundation of a relationship. Besides, given the amount of ‘moral re-enforcement’ she’d been given during her two stints in juvie and one in rehab, Melody had learned the hard way to be proud of who she was. She was a survivor.

That’s why when Melody looked you in the eye, you should believe anything she would say. On the other hand, there was something burning so deeply inside her, something that she was still quite scared of, unless you looked really hard, you’d never see the inferno of that malevolent glow.

Even though Grace had made peace with the idea of Melody being her daughter-in-law, the truce between the two was tenable at best. At some point, Randall made the suggestion that the two women take off one afternoon on a shopping trip together, thinking if the two couldn’t bond over some retail therapy, there wouldn’t be any hope for them to ever get along. Begrudgingly, both mother and fiancé accepted.

There was a mall about 45 minutes from home that Grace always enjoyed visiting, and the pair took off late one Saturday afternoon after Melody got off from work to look for a few things for the wedding.

Traveling up an interstate, locked in a car with someone you can’t stand is never an easy proposition. There wasn’t a radio station the two could readily agree on, there really wasn’t a comfort level between the two to talk about the ‘big issues’ facing them, and any attempt at small talk was pained and awkward. Other than an occasional comment about a passing car or something odd dotting the landscape, silence pretty much ruled the trip up.

With Grace’s inability to see well after dark, they’d taken Melody’s car. Between the young girl’s erratic driving, and the lack of leg room, Grace’s feet were asleep and her knuckles were white by the time they reached the mall.

They spent the better part of two hours walking the mall, and even though they bought a couple of things, it was clear their tastes in fashion and style were as diametrically opposed as most everything else. Grace made a point to show Melody several kitchen utensils and equipment, making a not so subtle dig at the girl’s indifference at learning how to cook. At some point a little later, Melody pointed out some rather revealing lingerie then bought it, loving the sickened look on Grace’s face knowing she might be wearing it on the wedding night with the woman’s beloved son.

The two women wound up buying enough stuff to fill the trunk of Melody’s car before they pulled out of the parking lot and started heading back to Saginaw, a little after 6pm, that early December evening.

The lack of legroom and Melody’s questionable musical preferences weren’t the only things that made a trip that long unbearable. Grace’s thimble sized bladder didn’t help much either. They’d stopped at a rest area about halfway up, and even without asking, Melody pulled into the same one on the drive back.

Giving the younger girl a gruff but appreciative ‘thanks’ for pulling over without having to ask, Grace got out to stretch her legs, grab a smoke and pee. By then darkness had settled fully over central Michigan, but even if it had been the brightest day of summer at high noon, Grace likely would have never noticed the beat-up van that was idling six spaces away. The same van that had been following their every move since they left the mall in Bay City.

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Grace spent a good ten minutes in the restroom then smoked another cigarette before getting back inside the car with Melody to make the final trudge home. Knowing it would be both petty and redundant for them both to call Randall to tell him they were on their way back, Grace dismissively deferred, allowing Melody to have the honors before they pulled out of the rest stop and entered a notorious digital dead zone over the next 20 miles or so.

Five minutes after they headed back on the road however, Melody’s car began to lurch and overheat. Disgustedly ringing her hands together and biting her tongue, Grace Parson’s used every ounce of decorum she had not to curse out loud as Melody steered her wheezing vehicle into the breakdown lane.

“I’ve been coming up here for as long as I can remember and I’ve never had any issues with a car,” the vitriol finally seeped from Grace’s lips before she could stop herself.

“I think a belt might have broken,” Melody offered as the scent of singed rubber and overheated coolant filtered through the console.

Another bout of silence engulfed the two women as the unsettling motion of the cars and trucks passing them on the highway rocked the broken down bucket of bolts beneath them.

“No service,'” they both almost said in unison when they looked down at their cellphones.

“How far of a walk back to the rest stop…or til we can at least get a line to make a call?” Grace asked with sullen disgust.

“Too far on a crowded road like this after dark,” Melody replied. “Might just be safer to sit here and wait until someone stops to help.”

“Shit,” Grace tapped the side of her head against the passenger side window a few times and spat, the vulgarity sounding oddly comical coming from her lips.

“I’d much rather take my chance out there than be a sitting duck for whoever might stop to ‘help’!” Grace added a few breaths later, ever the control freak, her deepest and darkest fears of helplessness now nipping at her heels.

The women shared another glare of uneasiness when an especially large tractor trailer sped by, causing the entire lifeless car to sway.

“Didn’t happen to wear hose, did you?” Melody chirped. “Somebody told me once you can use a pair in a pinch to substitute for a broken fan belt.”

“I didn’t know my son was marrying MacGyver,” Grace cracked, leaving a blank look on the much younger girl’s face from the dated reference.

A foreboding calm settled like a fog on the inside of the car as the chilly air from outside gradually seeped in. The headlights continued to whizz by as one vehicle after another sped south, leaving the two women sitting pensively waiting for the other to come up with an idea. Two tow tracks actually passed in the first 10 minutes they sat there, but both already had breakdowns hitched to them.

“Maybe a state trooper will show up,” Melody offered, more to fill the silence than anything.

“Not with the budget cutbacks, they wont,” Grace couldn’t help but add to the negativity.

Before they could drift any deeper into their stranded malaise however, the cab of Melody’s car filled with the red glow of brake lights pulling over directly in front of them. Each leaning forward in their seat, they saw a full sized blue and white van come to a stop 50 yards or so ahead before starting to slowly back up towards them in the breakdown lane.

An initial jolt of giddiness played out until something primal tripped inside Grace.

“I don’t like this,” she mouthed.

Melody simply sat with her hands perched on the steering wheel, staring forward, waiting for the doors of the van to open.

If trepidation was already wafting from Grace’s pores before those doors opened, the aroma of her fear became pungent when she saw two men step out and begin walking towards Melody’s hobbled car.

“Lock the doors,” she blathered over to the girl sitting with stoic calm in the driver’s seat.

Even with her glasses on, given the dizzying cavalcade of headlights racing up and down the highway, the two approaching men were nothing but blurry blobs for Grace as she coiled backwards in her seat. As much as she hated being afraid, feeling the seemingly serenity coming from Melody only made Grace unravel that much more.

Considering the rural area they were stuck, Grace’s natural inclination was to assume it was a couple of good ol’ boys who’d stopped to help. Even though they may have smelt a little and would perhaps leer at her and Melody a little too long, their heart was most likely pure. Heartened somewhat by the amount of traffic flowing up and down the highway, Grace was thankful there were still plenty of witnesses in case their plight took a turn for the worse.

“Like you’d really pay attention to anything going on, on the side of the road after dark,” Grace’s conscience snipped sarcastically. “Unless there was a wreck there for you to rubberneck at, you’d just hit to gas and keep trucking. You wouldn’t even look over and all those drivers out there probably wont either.”

It wasn’t until the man who’d gotten out of the driver’s side of the van came directly up to Melody’s side of the car that Grace realized the men who’d stopped weren’t exactly ‘good ol’ boys’.

“You ladies need some help?” the 20 something man, of what looked to be Mediterranean descent, asked through the window Melody had cracked.

So focused on the interplay between them, Grace nearly jumped in her seat when the second man, this one a taller guy who appeared to be Hispanic of some variety, suddenly emerged right outside her door.

The man, who also looked to be in his early 20’s, reflexively put his hands up, palms out, as if to say he didn’t mean to startle Grace. Doing her best to keep one eye on the man talking to Melody and the other on the man now hovering beside her, Grace was starting to get a headache.

Trying some of the breathing techniques she’d learned from an exercise DVD she’d ordered off of late night tv years ago, Grace defiantly trained her gaze straight forward, trying to think of a subtle way to reach down into the floorboard and grab the bottle of mace a church friend had given her as a gift a few birthdays back.

“You’ll just wind up spraying yourself with it,” Grace’s conscience snidely mocked, knowing in a rush she might just wind up pointing the thing in the wrong direction, if she could find a way of firing it at all.

Lost in her own self reflection for what seemed like no longer than a heartbeat, Grace was jolted back to reality when she sensed Melody agreeing to something the creepy man leaning down by her window had said.

“What are you doing, Melody?” Grace hissed in a curt whisper, nearly reaching over to grab the girl’s right arm before she stopped herself.

“This guy here offered to drive me up always to a spot where we can get some cell reception,” Melody calmly told her future mother-in-law.

“And you’re just gonna jump in the van with them,” Grace just shook her head and spat, trying to keep it quiet enough the two guys flanking Melody’s car wouldn’t hear.

“Do you have any better ideas?” Melody shot back. “We can sit here all night and be popsicles by sunrise.”

“You’re not going alone with them,” Grace grinded her teeth together, knowing their options were few. “I’m going too. I’m not going to let you go… with…them…all by yourself.”

“Fine,” Melody’s rolled her eyes and agreed. “Who knows if I’ll even have a car to come back to if we leave it abandoned by the highway, but suit yourself. He said the spot is only about five miles up.”

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The inside of the van was worse than Grace imagined. If there was such a thing, the interior of the van was a mobile man-cave that wretched of one part boys locker room and one part reggae concert.

A smoker herself, even Grace nearly choked on the thick herbal stench hitting her lungs each time she breathed as she took the seat behind the driver’s. If she wasn’t already thinking this was a bad idea, Grace’s stomach absolutely rolled when the guy who’d been talking to Melody followed her into the backseat instead of taking his place up front.

“Why is he…?” Grace internally croaked before the shrill sound of the guy closing the side door raked down her spine.

Twenty-two year old Deron Torres was sitting in the driver’s seat of his grandfather’s beat up Econoline van, key in the ignition as the traffic whizzed by on I-75. There were three people seated in the row behind him, his childhood friend Ronny Kostas and two women in distress they’d picked up along the highway.

Reclined back in his seat, silently taking it all in as he stared in the rearview mirror, for someone as risk inclined as Deron, even he had butterflies in his belly knowing full well what was about to happen.

“No,” he heard the younger girl snap then giggle nervously as Ronny brazenly tucked his hand between her thighs.

Tapping his left hand on the steering wheel, waiting for the cue to turn the ignition as Ronny continued to flirt with the girl they’d just picked up, Deron couldn’t help but smile. Of all the crazy things he’d ever done, nothing compared to this. As hard as he tried, Deron couldn’t see the older woman who’d been with the girl sitting beside Ronny, but the fear and apprehension she was giving off was quite palpable in the cramped space.

Meeting eyes with Ronny in the rear view a few moments later, Deron turned over the engine and mumbled, “Here we go”, under his breath before putting the van into gear.

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A disbelieving gurgle of shock belched from Grace’s lungs the first time she looked over and saw the man put his hands between Melody’s thighs. To Grace’s ever lasting horror, Melody seemed to be taking it in stride. Even though she put her hands out and fended off the guy’s first few attempts, it didn’t seem to be deterring him in the least.

Despite her words being lodged in her throat, the expression on Grace’s face clearly showed her disgust.

“We should have left your mom back at the car,” Ronny whispered into Melody’s ear, loud enough for Grace to clearly hear.

“Uhhh..she’s not my mom,” Melody sighed back, squirming slightly but still keeping an amazing aura of calm.

“She’s gonna be my mother-in-law,” Melody added dryly. “I’m engaged to her son.”

“Oh,” the well built young man nodded dismissively before tucking his right hand back down to the smooth denim thigh of Melody’s jeans.

Having the van lurch to life beneath her only added to Grace’s discontent.

“STOP,” she wanted to scream but couldn’t.

They had, after all, agreed to drive her and Melody up the highway a little until she could get a line out. “…Or just leave you two bludgeoned to death in a culvert,” the snide voice of Grace’s inner reason merrily reminded.

Looking down at the face of her cellphone, there were still no bars. The emptiness of that image only intensified when she felt the tires of the van slip back up on the pavement as the kid driving merged back into traffic. Raising her head as the van accelerated, Grace looked up just in time to see the man beside Melody once again try picking her locks.

“Her knees are a little further apart than they were the first time he tried,” she drearily noted, even though on the surface it still appeared Melody was rebuking his efforts.

“You’ve still got the mace in your purse,” Grace told herself re-assuredly, but what was she going to do, spray a guy who was driving 70mph up the highway or blind a guy who was clearly high and trying to get a little frisky with an openly flirtatious girl.

A couple more miles up and Grace could call 911 if she had to. With every subsequent roll of the tires however, Grace began to feel she’d never get the chance.

“Just open the door and fling yourself out,” she thought for the briefest of moments, knowing a few broken bones would heal in time. A slit throat wouldn’t. Then a tractor-trailer sped by to Grace’s left, causing her to aimlessly drop her hands back down to her lap.

Swiveling her gaze back towards Melody, the urge to hurl herself from the van quickly returned. It was as if the girl was transforming into something inhuman before her very eyes. It was clear Melody’s knees were drifting further apart, and now the girl had shifted her posture until she was openly facing the creep beside her.

A fierce motherly instinct to protect suddenly welled up inside Grace as she watched Melody steadily succumb to the guy’s perverse hold.

“MELODY,” Grace sternly spat, but the plea sounded empty as it vibrated around the interior of the van.

“…..Grace…calm down. They’re just giving us a ride,” Melody voice was nearly hypnotic as she looked over to her fiancé’s mom.

Grace might have even fallen for Melody’s soothing words if it wasn’t for the lewd way the guy beside her began unbuckling the loop of his belt.

“Wanna hit?” she heard him ask Melody as he handed her the joint he’d just lit.

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When Ronny Kostas pulled his rock solid and rather substantial cock free from his pants, it wasn’t the first time Melody had seen it in all it’s glory. She’d met him years earlier during one of her stints in court ordered detention. While there was never really what one would call shared love or affection between the two, it was clear from the first time they’d met, they were kindred spirits. Spirits who’d kept in touch over the years.

When Ronny had heard Melody speak to how difficult her future mother-in-law had been during the build-up to her nuptials, he’d made a silly, offhanded suggestion. A suggestion that had somehow taken on a life of its own, and was now playing out in real life in the backseat of a rusted out old van that was speeding southbound on I-75.

“How about a little show of gratitude for the ride?” Ronny told Melody, but the dragon-like tone most certainly was meant for Grace.

“You don’t have to do this Melody…let us out right here,” Grace snarled back. “We’ll get out and walk!!”

“If that’s what you want,” Ronny chirped, now rubbing his hand through Melody’s thick blonde hair as his erection swayed proudly from his unzipped fly.

“No…Grace….I can do this…its no big deal. Let’s just get this over and we can get up the road and call for help,” Melody said with a saneness that almost sounded rehearsed.

Before she could stand her ground, Grace watched as Melody’s head bowed towards the stranger’s crotch.

“NOOO,” she wanted to cry out seeing her son’s fiancé’s mouth close on the young man’s jutting shaft.

Rifling through her mind, Grace tried to think of any recent stories of local women disappearing, just knowing they were now captured prey for a duo of sexual predators. A belief that was further enhanced by the way the driver would steal an occasional peek back in the rear view as he nonchalantly drove on.

Grace seethed seeing the smirk of arrogance beaming on the guy’s face as he took a hit of his joint with one hand, and dabbled at Melody’s hair with the other. He even pulled Melody’s hair to the side every so often, just so Grace could get a good look at the way the girl’s lips stretched around his saliva drenched rod.

“Come on, Lady…. I bet you wouldn’t mind a little taste too,” Ronny added with such cruel crassness, Grace was forced to turn away.

Scooting upwards in his seat, allowing his unbuckled pants to shift slightly lower, Ronny told Melody to lick his balls as he watched the reddish blush of repulsion to spread across Grace’s cheeks. Even with her head trained forward, she could still hear the guy’s groans of approval for Melody’s efforts.

“Shame you’re up there driving, Deron…you’d enjoy this…bitch has a mouth like a vacuum,” Ronny cackled up to the driver.

Grace became visibly nauseous as the debauchery spiraled out of control around her.

“Hey Deron..why don’t you pull over up at the old gas station at the next exit,” Ronny’s voice chipped like the tip of a knife at Grace’s spine.

“At least they’re pulling over in a public place,” Grace perked up somewhat, scanning the darkness ahead for any hint of life.

“They’re calling each other by their first names, Grace…that isn’t a good thing. You already know what sort of vehicle they’re driving,” her conscience scolded, a sliver of foreboding logic that was further re-enforced when Grace saw there was nothing at that exit but the decaying husk of a long abandoned Shell station.

Through it all, Melody kept sucking the stranger’s bulging dick.

“We’re just gonna sit here til she’s done,” Ronny turned to Grace and gloated as they pulled into the vacant lot.

Stunned by just how easily Melody had ‘caved’ to the man’s callous advances, she nearly threw up in her throat imagining everyone gathered in the church in a few short months when Melody would profess her undying vows to Grace’s son.

“Will we even be alive long enough to see that day?” she couldn’t help but wonder as the guy driving wheeled into an overgrown parking space and killed the engine.

Even though she could clearly see the rushing blur of headlights going in both directions on the highway only a few hundred feet away, Grace had never felt further from civilization as Ronny continued to train his maniacal grin on her.

“Hurry on back here, Deron. I wanna see if she can handle sucking us both off,” Ronny beckoned to his friend.

“The door’s unlocked,” Grace knew. “You could run out there…and…and….,”

“…And do what?” she chastised herself as the tall Hispanic boy stepped out of the driver’s seat and slipped into the suddenly cramped backseat.

Trembling with impotent rage, all Grace could do was sit there as Deron unzipped his pants and lugged his erection free in front of her. Allowing it to hang there for several seconds, as if taunting Grace with the huge marbled girth, Deron then shoved the shaft down beside Melody’s already engaged face.

Catching a peek at Melody’s glazed eyes, as she alternated her mouth from Ronny’s cock over to Deron’s, caused the skin on Grace’s arms to dimple like the surface of a basketball. Never in her life had she seen such an engrained focus consuming another human being. Was Melody just that locked into giving such good fellatio, the guys would be appreciative enough to follow through with their promise to take them up the road, or was the entranced look on her face, as she struggled to stretch her lips around Deron’s ample prick, a gateway to something far more telling inside her future daughter-in-law’s soul.

The scent of the two men’s combined testosterone blistering Grace’s palate each time she inhaled, the three figures in front of her seemed to morph into one beastly clump.

“Why don’t you come over too,” she heard Ronny say through the maze of extremities, then the mocking chuckle that followed when she continued to sit there motionless.

Unable to keep herself from looking over however, Grace did see the shank of Ronny’s sword like manhood, glistening beautifully with Melody’s rich saliva.

“OH FUCK,” Deron’s voice boomed through the back of the van, his long brown fingers weaving through Melody’s blonde hair as he slowly churned his cock in and out of the girl’s gaping mouth.

“Bitch sure can suck a dick!! I can smell her pussy too…bet she’ll fuck us Bro’,” he nodded down to Ronny before grabbing a hearty handful of Melody’s right breast through her sweater.

“Hey girl…you wanna get fucked?” Ronny leaned down to Melody’s ear and whispered, using his right hand to massage the girl’s other tit until she was shivering and squirming between them.

Pulling her lips from Deron’s turgid shank, before Melody could formulate any sort of response, the two men’s hands had crept down to the heated crotch of her pants.

“”MMMMAAAHHHH….MMMMMMMMM….AAHHHHHH,” she cried out when they both began groping her as their cocks danced directly in front of her famished face.

The unspoken intuition between women told Grace why Melody was adamant that condoms be used. The unspoken look in the men’s faces also told her they weren’t getting a ride up the road unless some services were rendered.

“You’re just sitting there watching, old lady…I’d rather fuck her but you’ll do,” Ronny cackled across to Grace.

“..old..?’ she cringed, at 46 she was taken aback, having never thought of herself in those terms.

“…and, ‘you’ll do’,” she couldn’t help but wretch hearing as well.

Suddenly boiling in a stew of anger, angst and her own helpless confusion, Grace stared at the two appendages rising like an extra limb from each of their pants, knowing she and Melody didn’t have anything else to barter.

“It’s not like you can just reach into your wallet and give him the $27 and change you have in there to get them to drive you the rest of the way up the road,” Grace bitterly accepted.

In lieu of anything tangible left to offer, every nerve in Grace’s body began to oxidize as the inevitability of the situation sunk in. The three pairs of eyes opposite Grace focused squarely on her until the glint of her unconscious submission clouded her already troubled gaze.

“..No I can’t…I won’t…,” the last vestige of Grace’s disintegrating will pleaded, but the words jumbled in her drawn throat when Ronny reached out and planted his hand on the center of right thigh.

As expected, Grace initially froze then slinked backwards in the seat. Unlike a snake that had been cornered however, there wasn’t a hint of danger in her posture. Only surrendered acceptance. As much as she hated the thought of what she was destined to do, having another man’s baby possibly growing inside her son’s soon to be wife’s womb was an indignity she couldn’t bear.

Holding his left hand firm just above Grace’s knee, Ronny continued pumping the throbbing stalk of his cock with his right as he shamelessly stared the older woman down. Feeling the muscles in Grace’s leg quiver beneath his steady touch, Ronny nodded for Deron to slip over to her, just as they’d choreographed when he and Melody had hatched the insidious idea.

“I’ve never fucked a woman wearing one of those God-awful Christmas sweaters,” Ronny joked aloud as he stared at the various gaudy decorations on Grace’s red, green, silver, gold and white yule-tide monstrosity.

“They’re talking about you like you’re not even here,” Grace blathered, detaching herself, in a way, as if she wasn’t.

Even as the tall and lanky guy who’d been driving the van approached, Grace had a devil of a time peeling her gaze away from Ronny as he continued to taunt her with everything at his disposal.

“Pull that sweater up Deron..let’s see what we’re working with,” Ronny prodded his friend.

Grace’s lack of resistance startled the three people hovering around her. Emboldened by the woman’s air of resolution, Deron reached down and pulled the bottom of Grace’s sweater up until her pale white midriff was visible to everyone surrounding her.

Swallowed by paralysis, all Grace could do was sit there with her arms out to her side as the Deron’s dark fingers provided a vivid contrast brushing across her tanless belly. Within a few seconds, her beige colored bra came into view.

Before Grace could brace herself, Ronny and Deron leaned forward and began groping her sagging bosom. She instantly swooned feeling someone else’s hands other than hers, for the first time in quite a while, touching her in such a way.

“Let’s get that sweater all the way off,” Ronny gushed, the intensity of his arousal clear.

Like two floating satellites orbiting her body, Grace watched her arms rise above her head until things went black, literally and figuratively, around her. When the shroud of her sweater was pulled all the way off, the first thing Grace was able to make out was the blurry outline of Melody sitting across from her. All Grace could see was the stone cold facade of the young girl’s blank stare, showing no hint of the true depravity that lurked behind it.

Allowing her gaze to drift lower, Grace also saw the shimmering blade of a knife resting beneath the passenger seat, having no clue it had been the one used to slice Melody’s fan belt while Grace had taken an extended bathroom break back at the rest stop. Just seeing the shiny reflection of the blade reminded Grace the stakes of the moment.

Doing every sort of mental gymnastics she could to try and distract herself from the reality at hand, Grace essentially lost track of the two young men’s advances until they’d eased the straps of her bra off her shoulders and pulled the lacy cups of her bra aside, allowing her heavy breasts to spill free. Shivering as the cold air inside the van enveloped her exposed chest, Grace yelped on cue when Deron and Ronny simultaneously closed their warm mouths around her acorn sized nipples.

“They’re that hard because its cold,” Grace tried telling herself as both boys’ tongues swirled and spun over her heaving tits.

Once again, Melody’s physical presence was blotted from Grace’s view as the two men suckled and groped at her bosom, but this time the snippet of something she couldn’t quite grasp teased her as she tumbled through her psychic abyss.

“GEEEEZZZZUUUUUSSS,” Grace’s voice ricocheted through the van when both the guys tucked their hands between the thighs of her pants as they continued to ravage her breasts.

On and on it went for what seemed like a gloriously obscene eternity until Grace sensed one of the guys, most likely the van’s driver, stand up beside her.

By the time Grace was able to part her eyelids once again and focus her scant gaze on Melody, some strange chasm of carnal knowledge had been tapped.

“You bitch,” the older woman was on the verge of mouthing to Melody before Deron shoved the head of his mocha colored prick between her parched lips.

Any chance to flesh out further clarity on her sudden perception was lost when Deron grabbed the back of her head and shoved his dick all the way into her mouth. Her muffled grunts for air filling the van, Grace had no recourse but to breath through her nostrils as the young man standing above rhythmically began to fuck her face.

“What the hell is happening,” she croaked, unable to deflect the ticklish presence of Deron’s pubes on her nose and cheeks as he plowed his groin forward.

Feeling’s Deron’s manhood expand and flair on her overmatched tongue, Grace sensed Ronny’s hands begin to rustle around the waistband of her pants. Before she could post the slightest amount of protest, he was jerking them down to her knees and finally to her feet, leaving her dressed in nothing but a pair of dampened panties and a mangled bra.

Her alabaster thighs turning to sandpaper from the chill, Grace choked and her body lurched each time Deron shoved his cock deeper down her throat.

“Now that’s the way a lady in distress should show her appreciation,” she heard Ronny cruelly mock.

His words were still ringing in her ears when she felt him slide into the seat beside her and wench her rear end up.

“WHHAAAMMPPHHH,” she snorted through her nose when Ronny took the seat beneath her, leaving her underwear clad rear end resting on his lap.

His fingertips digging deeper into Grace’s scalp as he held her head in place, Deron’s balls buzzed with life as they repeatedly bounced on the older woman’s drool soaked chin.

“Now get over here Bitch and pull down her panties,” Grace heard Ronny’s voice rise from below, but she was in such a fog she had no clue what his intent was until she saw Melody slinking closer through the maze of moving body parts.

Trying to find some measure of either empathy or complicity in the young girl’s expressionless face, Grace experienced another horrific wave of dread when Melody’s fingers closed around the waistband of her panties before rolling them down as she’d been told.

“Snared in their web…that’s what you are,” Grace conscience concluded, but by then she was far too gone to do anything about it.

With Deron’s rod still wedged down her gullet and Ronny’s hands palming her breasts from behind, Grace suddenly felt his rigid erection pushing between her thighs and tapping at her freshly exposed cunt. Add the sensation of Melody rolling Grace’s panties down to her ankles then off her feet caused her to untether completely.

“Like you’re set adrift straight towards a waterfall,” Grace told herself just before Ronny nudged her rear end up and carved his manhood between her swollen and puffy labia.

“MMMM..GGRR…AAAHHHMMMPPHH,” Grace’s exhales gushed all over Deron’s buried girth as her titties rattled across her chest.

“Thought you’d be dry at first,” Ronny teased into Grace’s ear. “But you’re already soaked…you get turned on watching that little blonde slut give us head?”

“Let’s make this a game,” Ronny proposed, knowing Grace had no way of replying with Deron’s cock stuffed in her mouth. “Use that sloppy cunt of yours and make me cum before he does and I’ll get you and your little friend up the road so you’ll can call a tow truck. Let him cum first, you two can walk.”

“Nah Bitch…better take my load first. You don’t and you’ll be wearing it all over your face when you and blondie finally get out of here,” Deron countered with dry amusement.

Struggling and straining between the two men sandwiching her, Grace awkwardly humped her crotch up and down on Ronny’s burrowing sword, trying to please him as she continued to swirl and snake her tongue around Deron’s magnificent appendage.

Torn, as a slave would trying to appease two separate masters, Grace worked the muscles of her pussy tightly around Ronny’s shaft, feeling the pulsing wand touch places inside her long forgotten. While the lower half of her body rutted anxiously on top of Ronny, from the neck up, Grace’s sole focus was on pleasuring the chiseled phallus pistoning in and out of her stretched to the max mouth.

Through it all, even though Grace couldn’t see her, she undoubtedly felt the presence of Melody in the seat across from her, and the puppetmaster-like mirth of the young girl’s gaze.

It took awhile, given the cramped surroundings and Grace’s steadily draining resistance, but at some point Deron and Ronny began working like a well oiled machine, keeping perfect time as they speared the older woman from stem to stern. A seismic groan would rise from Grace’s chest each time Ronny cinched his hands around her waist and forced her cunt all the way down on his erection, only to bleed in a muffled squeal out of her nose when Ronny would push her upwards, causing Deron’s cock to drill deeper down her throat. Over and over the rhythmic savagery played out until the van was literally rocking on the cracked pavement.

Her eyes sealed shut, it felt as if both men were the size of aircraft carriers inside her. Like a rocket steaming on a launch pad approaching lift-off, Grace reached backwards with her right hand and dug her fingernails into Ronny’s thigh. A moment later, she did the same to Deron with her left.

“MUTHERFUCK..YEAH..SUCK THAT DICK BITCH!!” Deron grunted, the pace of his breath quickening as he reached down with both hands and wrapped them possessively around Grace’s head.

“Better make me cum first,” Ronny hissed into Grace’s ear when he heard the telltale signs of his friend’s approaching release above.

Before either of the young men could bust their nut however, something so unspeakably obscene and unexpected pushed Grace over the edge.

Even though she had no way of seeing things with her own eyes at that perilous moment, Grace’s body told her everything she needed to know. Feeling both of Deron’s hands firmly entrenched on her scalp and both of Ronny’s clenching her waist, short of an evil spirit sneaking into the van when she wasn’t looking, it had to be Melody’s fingers jabbing and pinching at Grace’s sizzling clit.

“MMMMMGGGRRRMMMGGGRRRMMMMM,” she heard her own muffled groans rattle like the disjointed hum of a jet engine preparing to disintegrate.

Spitting the hulking log of Deron’s manhood from her mouth before she suffocated, Grace’s screams of release ricocheted through the chilly night air of the abandoned lot as her future daughter-in-law raked her talons across Grace’s spasming vagina.