This is a true story as told to me by Tommy when he was lost in a rainstorm while driving from a small college in Massachusetts to his home in Pennsylvania.
"Dude, wait! Where are you going? You can't leave now. Don't leave now. Please, don't go. Our last weekend at college, I paid for two strippers to give us a striptease show and a little something extra, if you know what I mean," said Mathew, Tommy's dormitory roommate. "It was going to be a surprise. I wanted to surprise you when they showed up at our door."
Tommy looked at Mathew as if he was nuts.
"Strippers? A little something extra? Are you kidding me? Are you nuts? I don't want to see women degrade themselves for dollar bills. I've never been to a striptease show. I've never been with a prostitute and am not going to start having sex with whores now. The last thing I want is to get a sexually transmitted disease," said Tommy with a haughty attitude.
Obviously, knowing Tommy better than he thought he did, Mathew made a face and laughed out load.
"Are you afraid you're going to give your mother an STD?" He moved his hand up and down as if he was masturbating himself. "When you thought I was sleeping, I heard you masturbating over imagining your mother naked and having sex with her," said Mathew with a loud and dirty laugh. "She must be some piece of ass to pass up two, sexy strippers who are willing whores and who are ready to do sexually anything."
Unaware that his roommate caught him masturbating over imagining his mother naked and having sex with her, Tommy turned red with embarrassment.
"Okay, so what? I admit it," said Tommy. "I masturbate over my mother, Carol, what's the big deal? She's a real MILF. If you had a mother who looked like her, you'd be masturbating over imagining her naked and having sex with her, too. Besides, at one time or another, no matter what their mothers' look like, everyone masturbates over imagining their mothers naked and having sex with them."
Mathew gave his roommate a look of superiority.
"I don't. I've never imagined my mother naked and having sex with her. I've never masturbated over my mother," said Mathew with a better than thou shrug. "That's just gross. That's perverted. That's incest."
Tommy laughed.
"That's because your mother is short, fat, and ugly. I've seen your mother," said Tommy. "The only thing she has going for her are her gigantic breasts. How big are those things anyway? Your mother has monster tits. And, be honest. Tell me. I really want to know. Did you ever see your mother topless? Did you ever see her naked tits? Having never seen breasts as big, I'd pay to see her naked tits," said Tommy returning Mathew's dirty laugh with his dirty laugh.
Mathew gave his roommate an embarrassed smile while nodding his head.
"I've seen her bra. My Mom takes a size 44 double D breasts. I saw them once when she didn't know I was home and she was skinny dipping with my Dad in the pool. Her giant breasts sag down to her waist and her huge nipples point down instead of up," he said. "Yet, I freely admit that I've masturbated over imagining my sexy sister naked and having sex with her," said Matt. "She's a real, sexy bitch. She's such a hot whore. I'd love to fuck my sister."
# # #
Tommy looked at his roommate with sexually excited curiosity.
"I don't blame you. I've seen photos of your sister. Heather is hot. I'd do her," said Tommy with another dirty laugh. "With her big tits, she takes after your mother. What size are her tits? They're huge. I'd love to have her hanging her tits over my face while fucking her. I'd love to fondle her big, naked breasts and finger her erect nipples while she sucked my cock. I'd love to cum in Heather's pretty mouth," said Tommy with sexual excitement.
Mathew smiled with pride.
"Hey, that's my big sister, you're talking about," he said with a laugh. "Her breasts are a 34 double D. I've seen her in her bra and panties, topless, and naked plenty of times. She's always teasing me by deliberately flashing me while making her flashes appear accidental," said Mathew. "She's such a cock teasing whore. If she was drunk enough, she'd suck your cock. She'd fuck you, too. She's always saying how good-looking you are."
He looked at his friend with sexually excited curiosity again.
"Since you admitted to seeing your sister in her bra and panties, topless, and naked plenty of times, have you ever had sex with your sister," asked Tommy? "Be honest. Tell me the truth. Have you ever had sex with her? If she was my sister, I'd have sex with her if I could."
Instead of being embarrassed or ashamed, Mathew nodded his head with a shit eating grin.
"One time, she came home drunk and vulnerable after breaking up with her boyfriend. She sat across from me with her blouse unbuttoned, her legs spread wide open, and her skirt hiked up to her crotch. When I wasn't staring at her bra and cleavage, I stared at her panties, her pussy slit, and her camel toe. Our parents were away for the weekend and we sat talking and drinking. Then, when she finally slumped over sleeping, I carried her to bed," said Mathew with a wink and a sexy smile.
Tommy looked at his roommate with curiosity mixed with sexual excitement.
"Then what happen," asked Tommy? "Did you touch her and feel her through her clothes?"
Mathew looked at Tommy as if having second thoughts about what he was going to say next.
"With shaking hands and a huge erection growing in my pants, I undressed my sister. While she was passed out sleeping, I slowly stripped her naked on the pretense of putting on her nightgown. I removed her blouse, her low-cut bra, her short skirt, and her bikini panties while touching and feeling her everywhere. I fondled her big, naked breasts with one hand and sucked and fingered her erect nipples while I rubbed her clit and fingerfucked her pussy with my other hand," said Mathew. "While watching her wiggle with sexual pleasure in her sleep, I masturbated my sexy, older sister."
Obviously, envious of him, Tommy stared at his friend with sexual excitement.
"Truly, you are a lucky bastard. Not only did you see your mother topless but also, you've seen your sister plenty of times in her bra and panties, topless, and naked. If that's not enough, you've stripped Heather naked, and touched and felt her everywhere while masturbating her. Wow! If I had a sister who looked like your sister and if she was as drunk and as sexually vulnerable as your sister was, I would have done the same," said Tommy nodding his head.
# # #
Encouraged by Tommy saying that he would have done the same, sexual things if he had a sister who was as hot and as sexy as Heather, Mathew continued with his incestuous confession about having sex with his hot sister.
"Obviously, I sexually aroused her by stripping her naked, touching and feeling her everywhere, and masturbating her because, when she abruptly awakened, she returned the sexual favor. She groped my cock through my pants," said Mathew. "Then, she unzipped me and removed my prick from my pants. She stared down at my naked dick before she wrapped her fingers around my cock and started stroking me."
Tommy looked at him with disbelief.
"Seriously? I don't believe you. Heather gave you a hand job? No way. I can't believe your sister gave you a hand job. You're such a lucky bastard," said Tommy. "I'd do anything for her to stroke my cock."
Mathew smiled again with pride.
"That's not all she did," he said pausing for sexual effect. "Once I was hard, she leaned down and took me in her mouth. My sexy, SILF of a sister sucked me. Perhaps, missing her boyfriend or drunk enough to think that I was him, Heather sucked my cock. While I fondled her naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples, she not only sucked my cock but also, she allowed to cum in her mouth," said Mathew.
Tommy looked at his friend in with shocked, sexual excitement.
"Wow, I can't believe your sister blew you. She's so beautiful. She's so sexy. I would have loved to have Heather suck my cock," he said. "I would have love to cum in your sister's mouth while fondling her naked breasts, fingering her erect nipples, and masturbating her."
Mathew nodded his head.
"My sister is an amazing cocksucker. I couldn't believe it when she allowed me to cum in her mouth and swallowed my cum. I was so sexually excited that she was sucking my cock that after cumming in her mouth, when she pulled my prick from her mouth, I ejaculated again. I gave my sister a huge cum bath. I shot my second load all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked tits. She was covered in my cum."
Tommy looked at Mathew while fingering his prick through his pants.
"I can't believe your sexy sister sucked you. I can't believe she allowed you to cum in her mouth. I can't believe she swallowed your cum and then allowed you to give her a cum bath," said Tommy. "Wow! I would do anything, anything for your sister to blow me, to allow me to cum in her mouth, to swallow my cum, and then to allow me to give her a cum bath," said Tommy with sexual excitement.
Mathew nodded his head before finishing his story.
"With her always sexually teasing me and flashing me while making her flashes appear unintentional and/or accidental, I left my sister there soundly sleeping naked. Not only didn't I bother putting on her nightgown but also, I didn't even cover her naked body with a sheet or a blanket. Instead, I left her bedroom door wide open with her lying naked on her bed," he said. "Knowing they'd be seeing her lying there naked, I even invited a couple of my friends over for a beer."
Tommy laughed.
"I wished I was sleeping over your house," he said with a dirty laugh. "I would have love to have seen your sister's naked, cum covered body."
Mathew laughed, too.
"I didn't even bother to clean her face. I left gobs of my cum all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts to prove to my friends that I had incestuous sex with my drunken, hot sister. I not only wanted her and my friends to know that I saw my sister naked but also, I wanted her to know that she blew me," said Mathew. "I wanted her to know that I gave her a cum bath. I wanted her to know that she's as big of an incestuous whore as I'm an incestuous pervert."
# # #
Now that his roommate confessed having sex with his sister, Tommy was ready to tell his incestuous story about his mother. Having never told anyone about the sexual attraction that he had for his mother; he was nervous to confide in Mathew. Yet, his incestuous connection was mild in comparison to Mathew having forbidden sex with his sexy sister. While wishing she had, in the way that Heather blew her brother, Tommy wished his mother had blown him. His mother had never sucked his prick.
"The night before I left for college, my mother deliberately flashed me. With her just getting out of the shower, I saw my mother naked when she removed her robe and dressed with her bedroom door wide open," said Tommy. "Never having seen as much as her bra strap before, with her always so modestly moral and always wearing a robe over her nightgowns, I've never saw anything of my mother until that fateful night. Shocked as much as I was sexually excited, I stood in front of her bedroom door while watching her blow dry her hair naked."
Mathew stared at his friend with sexual interest.
"Tell me more," he said. "I want to know what happened between you and your MILF of a mother."
Tommy gave him a sexy smile.
"As I said, my mother was naked. I couldn't believe that I was seeing my MILF of a mother naked. Unable to move when I saw my mother in her bedroom naked, I stared at her round, naked ass. I stared at her C cup, naked breasts," said Tommy. "Then, when she turned to face me and confront me, I stared at her blonde, trimmed, naked pussy, and at her naked breasts, her areolas, and erect nipples. As if deer caught in headlights, we stood there staring at one another for what seemed like minutes but was only a few seconds."
Reliving the vision of seeing his mother naked, Tommy was suddenly horny and missing his mother.
# # #
"Tommy," she said seeing me standing there staring. Unembarrassed and unashamed, she gave me a look of sexual arousal as if telling me that she had deliberately exposed herself to me. "I'm getting dressed," she said while making no attempt to cover her nakedness with her hands or with her towel.
Mathew fingered the head of his growing erection through his pants.
"I've seen your mother. She's hot," said Mathew. "I'd love to see her naked. In the way that you'd do my sister if you could, I'd definitely do your mother."
Taking what Mathew said as a compliment, Tommy nodded his head in agreement.
"Then, after I had a long look at my mother's naked body, she walked to her bedroom door, paused as if waiting for me to touch her and feel her, and closed her bedroom door. With her just a few feet away from me, I was so tempted to grab her, touch her, and feel her everywhere," said Tommy. "I was so tempted to push her back on her bed and fuck her. I so wanted to fuck my mother. I so wanted to have sex with her naked body."
He looked at his friend as if he was having second thoughts about saying what he was going to say next.
"Then, when I returned to my room to masturbate over all that I saw of my mother, something that I didn't expect her to do, she burst open my bedroom door without knocking. Obviously, she heard me calling her name loud enough and sexually excited enough. Carol, I want you. I need to make love to you. Fuck me, Mother. Suck my cock, Carol. Blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth," I said while stroking my cock. Obviously, for my mother to invade my privacy, I had sexually aroused her," said Tommy.
Mathew looked at his roommate with stunned, sexual excitement.
"I would love for your mother to catch me masturbating myself," said Mathew. "I would love to show your mother my naked, erect prick."
Tommy smiled his sexual excitement at the thought of his roommate exposing his naked cock to his mother.
"With my eyes closed while wearing my headphones listening to mother and son porn, she saw me stroking my erect prick while masturbating over the imagined naked image of her. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw her. In the way that I stared at her naked body, she stared at my naked prick while watching me cum," said Tommy. "With neither of us embarrassed or ashamed, my mother watched me shoot a huge load of cum all over my chest and stomach."
Mathew looked at Tommy while fingering the head of his growing erection through his pants again.
"Wow," he said. "I wish I could have seen your mother naked. She's hot. I'd love to masturbate in front of your mother. I'd love to cum for your mother. I'd love for her to watch me cum."
Tommy grabbed his bag to carry it downstairs and out to his car.
"Now, you know why I'm in a hurry to get home. Now that we saw one another naked, and now that we both know that we have a sexual attraction to one another, I'm curious to see what will happen next. Maybe, in the way that your sister sucked you, my mother will suck me. With my Dad no longer part of my mother's life, maybe, she'll allow me to fuck her," said Tommy. "I'd love for my mother to blow me. I'd love to have incestuous sex with my mother."
# # #
Tommy was in a hurry to get home to his mother, Carol. Unable to remove the naked image of her sexy, naked body from his horny mind, he continued seeing flashes of his mother's naked tits, her naked pussy, and her naked ass. He couldn't wait to get home to see if she was as happy to see him as much as he'd be happy to see her.
He couldn't help but wonder if his mother would continue to dress with her bedroom door open while he watched. He couldn't help but wonder if she'd watch him masturbating himself over her again. He'd love for her return the sexual favor by allowing him to watch her masturbating over him.
Maybe, instead of watching him masturbate, she'd masturbate him. Maybe, in the way that Mathew's sister, Heather, sucked her brother's cock and allowed him to cum in her mouth, Tommy's mother would suck her son's prick and allow him to cum in her mouth. Maybe, in the way that Mathew gave his sexy sister a cum bath, Tommy's mother would allow him to give her a cum bath, too.Scratching his head while wondering why she'd undress with her bedroom door wide-open before he left, she must have known that he was there watching. She must have known that he was staring at all that he could see of his naked mother. How could she not know? Ever since he left her to complete his last year of college, he wondered what she would have done if he had stepped inside of her bedroom. He wondered what she would have done if he touched and felt her in all the places that he should never touch and feel his mother.
Now, once he graduated college and returned home for good, he couldn't help but wonder if his mother would continue to dress and undress with her bedroom door wide-open while he watched. In the way that she had already watched him cum, he couldn't help but wonder if she'd watch him masturbate himself again over the imagined thoughts of her naked and having sex with her. He'd love for her return the incestuous, sexual favor by allowing him to watch her masturbating over him.
He'd love to watch her fingerfucking her pussy and rubbing her clit while feeling her naked breasts and fingering her erect nipples. In the way that he always masturbated over his mother, just once, he'd love to watch her masturbate over him. Something he only could imagine, he'd love to see her cum. He'd love to hear her cum. It would sexually excite him for him to know that his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.
'How hot would that be if my mother wanted to have forbidden sex with me as much as I'd love to have illicit sex with her,' thought Tommy? 'Oh, Carol, I need to have sex with you. I need to fuck you, Mother. Suck my cock, Mom. Blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth.'
Maybe, instead of watching him masturbate, she'd masturbate him. Maybe, in the way that Mathew, his roommate's sister, Heather, sucked her brother's cock and allowed him to cum in her mouth, Tommy's mother would suck her son's prick and allow him to cum in her mouth, too. Maybe, in the way that Mathew gave his sexy sister a cum bath, Tommy's mother would allow him to give her a cum bath, too. After cumming in his mother's mouth, he'd love to cum all over her pretty face, in her blonde hair, and across her naked, C cup breasts.
'Oh, Tommy, you gave Mommy quite the cum bath,' he imagined her saying while wiping his cum from her face and breasts with her fingers and then, taking her cum covered fingers in her mouth to lick them and suck them.
Chapter 2:
It was dark. It was raining. It was windy. It was foggy. Then, suddenly, a mini-monsoon, it was downpouring. It would only be a matter of time before the roads flooded. With the ground saturated with rain, and unable to support the weight of the trees, he hoped there wasn't a downed tree blocking his path up ahead. He hoped a tree didn't fall on his truck while he was blindly driving.
Driving on unfamiliar roads in the dark, it was raining very hard with dangerous foggy conditions, and with the wind trying to blow his truck off the road. Hardly able to see a thing, he would have stopped but there weren't any places to pull over. There were just soft and narrow embankments that dropped a dozen feet to the forest floor below. If he put his tire to that soft ground, if his truck didn't topple over, it would be stuck and he'd be there for the night.
The visibility was his biggest problem. Even with his wipers going at full speed and his fog lights on, his front view out his windshield wasn't much further than his headlights. The weather conditions caused him to slow his driving speed from 40 mph to 15 mph on an unlit and unfamiliar, winding, rural road during a torrential downpour. He hoped that a driver who was more familiar with the roads and driving twice as fast as him, and coming up behind him, didn't rear end him in the fog.
A blessing in disguise, at least he was off of the main highway, the truckers' road. Right behind Texas and California, Pennsylvania has the most 18-wheelers. Seemingly, every day there's a fatality involving a trucker. The last thing that he wanted to be was road kill and just another accident statistic. Now, he wished he had waited to leave for home until tomorrow. Only, not taking the time to look at the weather forecast, he was in a hurry to get home. He missed his mother.
Embarrassed that he had already admitted why he was in such a hurry to get home to his MILF of a mother to his roommate, after Mathew confessed that he had sex with his sister, he felt like such a pervert. Yet, in the way that Mathew already had sex with his sister, Tommy was yet to have sex with his mother. Constantly masturbating over imagining his mother naked and continually masturbating over imagining having sex with her, since that day when he saw her without her clothes, he was hoping to see her naked again.
Having had the time to think about her undressing with her bedroom door wide-open, he was ready to make a move on her. Now that he thought more about his mother undressing practically in front of him, instead of him reacting to it, obviously, she wanted him to see all that she showed him of her sexy and shapely body. Especially, when she walked to him naked while pausing to close her bedroom door, he kicked himself for not making a move on his mother. Now, he was ready to take the next step and hopefully have incestuous sex with her.
'What was I thinking,' he thought? 'At the very least, I should have touched and felt my mother's naked breasts while fingering her nipples. I should have taken her in my arms and kissed her, French kissed her, while feeling and squeezing her naked ass. I should have reached down and fingered her pussy. Obviously, knowing now that was what she wanted, I should have masturbated my mother.'
# # #
Now, totally lost, unbeknownst to him, he was on a desolate and seldom used side road used by firefighters to fight forest fires. Deep in the dense and dark forest, barely able to see anything, everything looked the same in this fog. With trees on both sides of him, in front of him, and behind him, he had no idea where he was and where he was going. Driving in the dark and blocking him from finding the main road, unable to see anything but trees and a few feet of the road in front of him, he was surrounded by the State Forest in North, central Pennsylvania.
Not having a clue where he was, he was in Emporium, a county with only a population 2,000, off of route 120, somewhere he had never been. Somewhere he had never even heard of, he had no idea how he got so off course and no idea how to get back on track. Moreover, in a panic, he feared that he'd run out of gas and be stranded here for the night. Having become so dependent on his GPS, not having a clue, he had no idea how to get back to the main highway.
Seemingly, this Hellish road continued forever, perhaps, all the way to Rochester, New York, and to even to Toronto. Way off course, he just wanted to get home to his mother. If he came home wet and tired, he wondered if she'd allow him to sleep with her in her bed. Something that had always been his favorite sexual fantasy to imagine and to masturbate to, he'd love to sleep with his mother in her bed. He'd love to cuddle up against her while holding her, hugging her, spooning her, and rubbing his pajama clad, erect cock against her nightgown clad, panty clad or naked ass.
While waiting for her to fall asleep, as soon as she fell asleep, taking sexual advantage of her, he imagined touching her and feeling her everywhere through her sexy nightgown. Then, taking the next step, he imagined lifting the back of her nightgown to feel her panty clad or naked ass. Not stopping there, he imagined removing his erect cock from his pajama bottoms and dry humping his mother's panty clad or naked pussy from behind. He imagined reaching around her to cup and feel her nightgown clad, nearly naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples through her nightgown as she slept.
'If only my mother would allow me to sleep with her, even if we didn't have sex, I'd be so happy,' he thought. 'Yet, if I did sleep with her, while she slept, I'd love to stick my erect cock in her hand and move my hips back and forth for her to give me a forced, sleeping hand job. I'd love to slowly slide my prick across her sleeping lips in hopes that she'd take me in her mouth in her sleep and give me a sleeping blowjob. I'd love to fuck my mother while she slept.'
# # #
'I had the weirdest dream, Tommy,' he imagined his mother saying the next morning. 'I dreamt that you slept with me in my bed. I dreamt that you were touching and feeling me everywhere through my nightgown before lifting the back of my nightgown to feel my naked ass,' she said staring up at him with sexual arousal. 'I dreamt that you were rubbing your naked prick against my naked ass and dry humping my naked pussy with your erect cock.'
Knowing full well that his mother wasn't dreaming, he gave her a cat that ate the canary smile.
"Maybe it was something that you ate to cause you to dream of me touching and feeling you, Mother," he imagined saying to her.
She paused with embarrassment as if rethinking what she was about to say.
"I'm embarrassed to say, but I dreamt that you stuck your cock in my hand and forced me to give you a sleeping hand job. I dreamt that you slowly slid your prick across my lips, stuck your cock in my mouth, and forced me to give you a sleeping blowjob. I dreamt that you ejaculated in my mouth. Finally, I dreamt that you fucked me. I dreamt that you fucked your mother, Tommy," he imagined her saying while giving him a sexy smile and a naughty look as if hinting that she knew that's what he did and wanted him to do that again.
He imagined reaching out to feel his mother's big tits through her nightgown while fingering her erect nipples. He imagined lifting the front of her nightgown to finger her pussy. He imagined taking her in his arms to kiss her while reaching around her to feel her naked ass.
"I had the same dream, too, Mother," he imagined saying. "Perhaps, we should make our dreams come true and have sex."
# # #
Yet, instead of playing sexy, incestuous games with his MILF of a mother, he was stuck in Emporium. Emporium means a place of trade or a commercial center. Emporium is aptly named because of it's ties to international and natural history. Here, at their courthouse, Lady Justice isn't wearing a blindfold. Usually blindfolded, her maidenly form is supposed to guarantee her impartiality which, in fact, renders a blindfold as useless as it's redundant.
An odd tidbit of information, the dynamite used to build the Panama Canal was manufactured here in Emporium, Pennsylvania. The flagstone at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier was mined here. Sylvania and the introduction of radio tubes had its start in Emporium. Who knew that a little county like Emporium had such a colorful history?
With his satellite powered, GPS not working, no doubt because of electrical interference of the storm, had he been able to read the sign he just past, he would have had some semblance of a clue where in the Hell he was. Yet, heading right for it, as if it was fated to happen, he was on the road heading for a well, hidden, privately secluded, and very, illegal whorehouse. With him having never frequented a whorehouse before, he never knew there was a whorehouse in Pennsylvania.
The only whorehouses he knew of were in Las Vegas, Reno, Nevada, and possibly in Texas. Only, way out here with the population as scant as Vermont, there could be anything, moonshine stills, meth labs, or criminals hiding out. Perhaps, if he could see, if it wasn't raining and foggy, he may have even enjoyed the ride. Instead, this ride to seemingly nowhere was frightening.
# # #
Unless they were given directions to it and/or knew exactly where it was, no one would ever find Clayton House, especially the police. Built in 1827 as a hotel, two-hundred miles north of the battlegrounds of Gettysburg, it was located and operated on the private grounds of a refurbished, huge, old mansion, once owned by William Henry Harrison Clayton in 1882. Unless they're invited guests, intruders would never get by the 24-hour, electronic security and the armed guards at the front door.
Located deep in the overgrown, State Forest, even those who knew where it was and/or who found it quite by accident needed a pass code to open the front gate. Even then, the entrance inside was flagged by two, armed, burly doormen who patted down patrons for weapons. Obviously, there was something more to this than this once being a hotel. This was more than just a residential home. Definitely, this was some sort of illegal business, a drug house or an illegal gambling casino, perhaps.
Hoping there was someone there, barely able to see through the fog and the rain, even with his truck window lowered, Tommy stretched out his arm in the pouring rain to push the intercom button at the main gate. When no one answered, he pushed the intercom button again. Accustomed to the drive-through teller at the bank, he wished this box had an overhead covering to protect him from the rain. Desperate for help to find his way out of this storm and home to his sexy mother, with this his only hope, he pushed the intercom button again and again.
"Hello? Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? Hello? Hello? Can you help me? I'm lost. Hello?"
Finally, he heard an unintelligible, scratchy and muffled voice that crackled over the loudspeaker as if in the far distance. Such an odd feeling, he felt as if he had stopped in front of a checkpoint at President Trump's border wall. The camera mounted on the top of the 12' iron gate turned from the road to his direction and intrusively zoomed in on his driver side truck window for a better look at him. Wondering if it was a secured, secret military site, unable to tell by the outside of the huge building, he wondered what this place was.
Perhaps because of the storm but this place was as spooky and scary as the haunted Pennhurst Asylum in Chester County, Pennsylvania. There were lots of old, abandon buildings in Pennsylvania. There were lots of terrible things that happened to people because they were mentally ill, criminally insane, or just elderly, and their family were unable to afford to care for them. Instead, put away in a mental institution and drugged for the rest of their lives, many of these people were never heard from again.
"Hello? Help! Please, someone help me. I'm lost. I have no idea where I am and where I'm going," he said staring up at the camera. For the camera to move in his direction, there must be someone inside. "Can you help me," he asked staring up at and waving to the camera? "Hello? Can you tell me where I am and how to get to the main road from here?"
While wondering again what this place was, wondering if it was a secret, secured military site, he heard a click and the gate buzzed open. As if the front gate hadn't been opened in 50-years, he watched the gate automatically and slowly part open with a loud and continual, eerie squeak. Piercing the night air as if it was an injured animal or a loud, barn owl diving and swooping down for its prey, if this building wasn't scary enough, the sound of the gate slowly squeaking open added yet another dimension of the macabre.
Stephen King could have written a story about this place, called Horror at Clayton House. As if he was given admittance to Heaven, Hell, or to the Hotel California, he was met by three scantily dressed women who stood between the armed, security guards on a brightly lit, front porch. A sexy surprise, each woman was more beautiful, sexier, and colorfully dressed than the next. Not knowing where to look, he looked from one sheer and sexy nightgown to the next. Now, his mind was filled with naked breasts, naked asses, and naked pussies.
Obviously, this was an illegal whorehouse. Eager to have a closer look at and meet these three, sexually alluring women, he parked his truck, pulled his hood over his head, and ran through the rain for the front door and to the women. Never was he as happy to see someone, especially a blonde, a redhead, and a brunette, and especially someone who looked as good and as sexy as these three, beautiful women. Never was he as happy to get out of the rain.
Eerily, he wondered if he was hallucinating and if they were a figment of his imagination. They reminded him of Greek mythological sirens sitting on a rock in Homer's Odyssey greeting the hero, Odysseus, from his long voyage home from the Trojan War. Making him feel welcomed, they all smiled at him as if they knew him, were expecting him, and were happy to see him. Happy to see them, he returned their smiles with his wide, beaming smile while staring at all that he could see of their nearly, naked bodies.
'Definitely, this is no secret, secured military site,' he thought. 'Holy Hell, look at these women. The most beautiful and sexiest women I've ever seen, these women are all drop dead gorgeous.'