Curt Aldrich

Deep Crotch Mother

CHAPTER ONE

“Mommy, can you figure out what’s wrong with it?” twelve-year-old Timmy asked as his mother bent over the fender of their ancient Ford and stared at the engine.

“Quiet!” said the lad’s twin sister, Beth. “Let Mama think.”

Marcella, hearing the approach of a vehicle along the back-country road, bent a bit farther and elevated her hips. The breeze, which had been gusting across the prairie, dipped underneath her light skirt and billowed it up above her bottom.

The approaching driver got a sudden, unexpected view of her generous buttocks, which packed and expanded the filmy fabric of her pastel panties. Her thighs gleamed, pale and smooth, above gartered stockings.

Rubber screeched.

Marcella waggled her bottom, causing her buttocks to wobble in her panties. The pink nylon shimmered in the late-afternoon sunlight. The crotch seam of her briefs pressed against the lush softness of her ass.

Finally she pushed her skirt down and turned to face the farmer in his rattletrap truck which had come to a skidding stop beside her. His gray eyes glinted and a grin came to his weathered face as he gazed at the pretty woman in her late twenties. She wore no makeup except for a touch of lipstick, and she had a fresh and wholesome quality that contrasted with her voluptuous figure. The breeze stirred her auburn hair against a cheek as she smiled almost bashfully.

“I seem to have some car trouble,” she said in a sweet voice. “I wonder… ”

The middle-aged farmer licked his thin lips. “Want me to take a look at it? I’m pretty good with engines.”

“Oh, would you? I’d be ever so grateful!”