All Aboard

Note : This story is completely fictional!

It was the era of white shirts and black pencil ties, crew cuts and well groomed hair. The era of dress's below the knee caps, nylons and peep toed hi heels. All this was giving way to a new Revolution of openess, long hair, sideburns, hot pants, braless tops. To date the Revolution had been lost on Roger and Evelyn as they stood together at Union Station with Leo. There was Roger in his blue suit, cigar, pencil tie and Evelyn in a white dress below her knees, wearing a wide brimmed white hat, sunglass's, red peep toed hi heels, seamed nylons while holding a small parasol umbrella.

"Say hi to the folks for me," Roger shouted, as Eve and Leo climbed aboard the Pullman Coach. I'd been waiting for this trip for months in anticipation of getting in Eve's panties on a slow moving train known as the El Capitan. Eve was Roger's trophy wife of innocence and Leo's submissive piece of ass. Roger had gotten her the Luxury room in the Pullman, while getting Leo two coach seats for comfort. I had no intention of sleeping in those coach seats and hoped Eve would remember our time together from last year.

Eve had four suitcases and one for the luxury room. She sailed the wide brimmed hat like a frisbie into the top rack where I was suppose to sleep. Taking her long black hair out of a bun and shaking it, she sat down and crossed her legs. She had every intent of cheating on Roger over the next two weeks and beginning Right Now! I just hoped her horny aspirations included her studly handsome and good looking son, Leo. It had been a long summer of baseball, now over and still feeling the pain of finishing in last place. Eve was just what the Doc ordered.

One stop after another, this slow moving train made it's way out of the smog and into the desert. Eve had taken her make up case and was primping that innocent face of masscara, thin eyebrows, ruby red lipstick with her hair sitting around her shoulders. Leo headed to check out his two seats in Coach which was just showcasing of course, my place would be in bed with Mom tonite. "Run along Leo, I'm going to the Club Car." Was she dismissing me? If so, not for long, I'd be banging that hot ass of hers as we went clickity click around midnite.

I settled into my coach seats for rational purposes so as to look good. That's called "fronting." I took some sports magazines from the duffle bag, which were wrapped around an adult magazine with some nasty women in red peep toed heels like Mom would look like tonite.
Mom was passing by me on her way to the Club Car, looking hot and nasty now. "You know where to find me, Leo. Be thinking of what you want to eat for dinner, we'll run Roger's tab up." Yeah, I'll be running Dad's tab all right, but it won't just be swordfish in the Dining Car, but some home cooking in the Pullman.

Eve had been a real stuck up prissy Mom in recent months, acting as though we had never fucked before. She must be thinking about our journey in the Pullman from last year and looking forward to this like I was? Pulling into Riverdale, I was shocked to see Joe get aboard and begin to put a briefcase above his seat. Joe was my Fathers business associate, and he and his wife Alice had just had dinner with us a couple weeks ago. "Hey Joe!" He looked back at me, smiled, "Hi Leo." What a surprise that he took the same train and sitting in my coach. Joe said he had business down the tracks, then "where's your Mom?" I told him she was in the Club Car, probably boozing it up and playing cards. "I'm gonna catch up with her."

I wondered how far up the tracks he was going and hoped he wouldn't fuck up my fun. The sun was going down, I had finished 3 books on sports and one on nasty women like Mom. Time for dinner and tracking Mom down like Joe. She was sitting between two men, drinking a glass of wine, laughing it up and Joe had his arm around her. That long ruffled dress was now up around her thighs and she was showing those model class gams of hers. "Time for me to eat!" She gave me a glassy stare, "oh sit down Leo, you're always hungry." With Joes encouragement, the three of us went to dinner and while I slopped down a steak, she poked with a fork at a salad and flirted with Joe. They kissed right in front of me.

I went back to Coach feeling jilted. An hour later, Eve arrived and sat down next to me, "you can sleep in the Pullman as always," as she rubbed my leg. "But I've got a guest tonite, ok?" I ask her how long she'd been having an affair with Joe, and she said, "just right now!" Then she took a deep breath, "I need some relief from your Father, and you know what I mean?"

I climbed in the top rack and pulled the curtains shut, leaving a slit the size of a clit. It was like waiting for your daughter to return home before curfew. With the clicking of the tracks I fell asleep then heard laughter and the door opening. Eve put her red fingernails to her mouth, "shhh." Giggling and drunk, she plopped down in the corner of the blue seat which pulled out into a bed and that dress with ruffles now wrinkled. Joe sat down next to her and immediately began to french her. She put her hand to his face and told him how much she loved his sideburns and penciled stache.

"I have to pee," Eve whispered, then emerged from this small restroom wearing nothing but red panties, garter straps and her seamed nylons in heels. He titties had dropped an inch but she had ruby red nipples that pointed skyward. She stood between Joe's legs as he kicked back on the blue couch, then knelt down between them and unzipped his bell bottom slacks and took out his semi-hard cock, then began to spin her red lips around the head. Working her way towards an erect penis, she took the time to toss her hair around her back and out of her eyes.

As Eve climbed up between his legs, Joe began to undo the straps as he sucked on her nipples with a hard cock standing on end. "Pull out the bed," as he got up and yanked it out, Eve took her heels off and what remained of any clothing attire. While Joe got naked, Eve kicked back completely flat on her back, and she was quite beautiful in an artist kind of way. It reminded me of this centerfold picture I'd looked at earlier. Joe climbed on top and began sucking her titties as she stroked his hair like she was supposed to stroke my crew cut.

She slipped down between his legs from the bottom and sucked his cock stiff again and he pulled her up and entered her by grabbing those soft lovely thighs of hers. Joe was pounding pussy as Eve took her feet and pointed her toes down the side of Joes hairy legs. Just one small lite in the cabin corner remained on. The train pulled into a small town and stopped with a light shining into the fucking area. It didn't stop Joe from pounding that hairy muff of hers. She had the longest hairy muff in history, it was the era remember?

She whimpered, "please pull it Joe." Joe paid no attention and his balls shriveled as he unloaded deep into Eves pussy. She got up, tossed her long hair over her right shoulder and grabbed a towel for Joe to clean up. Joe laid back in the corner with his hairy chest and had a smoke, while Eve cleaned up with her legs open in my face. She cudddled next to him, and they laid together while Joe blew smoke rings into my bunk above. He had fucked her and now done with her.

At morning light, I watched Joe leave out the window with his briefcase and a meeting with my father the next day. He was headed back up the tracks as we were headed down. Eve laid there with a white sheet covering half her sleepy and hungover body. Her beautiful ass cheeks I'd come to know so well were visible with her mouth open and heavy breathing. I climbed down, put my hand between her cheeks and felt that clammy pussy with matted fibers. "Time for Breakfast Mom, can I have mine Right Now?"