I Feel Lucky by cmsix

Chapter 61

When Gigi came back, the three of them snuggled up as close to me as they could. Jacky had to get on top for togetherness and when Junior made a pest of himself I hid him in her for a while. She didn't seem to mind and the other two egged me on. They only seemed a little disappointed when I didn't make her pass out.

We crowded into Mom's shower for a quick rinse and then had more fun drying off. While we were putting our clothes back on Jacky warned the other two.

"I'd forget about bras or panties if I were you, I just saw him give Sharon a spanking for wearing bikini bottoms under her T-shirt," she said.

"If you need them to be comfortable flying or working you can wear them, but don't let me find any when I'm pawing you like the male chauvinist I surely am," I said, grinning.

"We only wore then thinking we could get your attention by accidentally letting you get a peek," Gigi said, putting on her coverall without them and putting the offending articles of clothing in her pockets.

When we were dressed we went to the study. Mom, Francis, Julian, Marsha, Sherilyn, and Glenda were there, sitting around in T-shirts, someone had even found one for Glenda.

Mom reminded me that Charlene would be here in a couple of hours and Glenda had to giggle a little and give me a kiss. Sherilyn went over our plans for the Senator and his aid again for the benefit of Jerrilyn and Gigi. Jerrilyn's face lit up like tomorrow was going to be Christmas when she heard the details.

Sherilyn also clued us in with a few details of the construction. Indeed it was a tunneling machine they'd been unloading beside the big hole they'd dug and it must be even more complicated than it looked.

As it made the nearly nine-foot diameter tunnel, it placed precast concrete sections behind itself and sealed them together with some type of super epoxy. When it came out the other end we'd have an eight-foot inside diameter tunnel from the basement here to the basement of the new airstrip's control tower.

The tower would be three stories above ground and it would have all the latest radar and flight control equipment, including being connected to the nationwide radar network.

Those details might be interesting to Jeff of Gorge but they didn't mean much to me. Mom said she didn't know why we had to have all that either but Chucky had told her it would take more time to leave it out of the normal way they did things than to go ahead and do it all like they normally did.

I wondered why they needed small airstrips like this all over the country. They had to have some reason for them, because it was obvious they hadn't gathered this large organized construction operation just for our airstrip. Maybe I'd find out someday.

My cell went off not long after we'd been clued in and it was Bill. The loader was ready to travel and I decided we had time to go pick it up. Our main problem was we were short a tractor to bring the big tires.

I mentioned this snag to the room after Bill rang off, and Mom had the cure.

"Sherilyn and Chucky worked late last night and most of the morning while you were entertaining Glenda. Everyone that came with the construction detail is now under our control. I'll let one of the drivers that are hanging around take his tractor to bring the wheels back," she said.

She went to the phone and dialed someone. When she started giving orders I realized she was talking to Chucky baby. He said he'd send a driver to Tom's lot for the wheels.

With Jacky's new plan to keep a close eye on me she was going too and of course Glenda wanted to go. I asked Jerrilyn and Gigi if they wanted to come along but they had some things to take care of with the new helicopter and they had to get ready to leave early in the morning to pick up another one.

Jacky, Glenda and I headed for the truck after Glenda shucked her T-shirt and put her sundress back on. I didn't mind waiting around while she changed since I got to wait watching.

The other driver was in his truck waiting for us when we got to mine. We mounted up and headed for Tom's place. It didn't take long to get there but the quick traveling was over when we arrived.

I had to drop the flatbed and I thought the other driver would need to unhook from his drop-deck. Bill reached us before he did it though, and he and the driver decided it would probably be easier to put the giant wheels and tires on the drop-deck, so the driver followed me as I bobtailed to the loader.

Bill showed me where to hook the new trailer with the loader. He rode over with us, standing on my step and hanging onto the mirror.

I had a hard time believing what I was seeing when we got to the loaded trailer. It was ready to back under and hook, but it was massive. It seemed to stretch out forever.

"Bill, don't you think you should drive when we get that thing hooked up?" I asked.

"Probably, but I want you to do it anyway."

"But what if I run over something or somebody?" I asked.

"There won't be a chance of that. We had to call two escorts for something this big, and when we did, they had to notify the State Police.

"When the State Police found out who was doing what they sent two Highway Patrolmen in their cruisers to help out. If a normal car gets in the way the poor bastard will probably be in jail before he has a chance to let you run him down," Bill said, laughing.

I'd been expecting to have to do a lot more to hook this trailer, but I didn't. I just backed up, hooked it and then connected the airlines and the pigtail. We did have to wait about a minute to let the trucks air system pressurize the trailer's auxiliary tank but that was it.

The only hitch in our get-a-long was waiting for the tires and wheels to be loaded. It was easy to see why Bill and the driver wanted to use his trailer. With the drop-deck he was pulling, the tires and wheels would be riding much closer to the ground.

It made it simpler to load and they would have a more stable ride too, in fact, the driver didn't even bother with any chains or binders. He said there wasn't a chance of slinging them off during the short trip back to my house.

Getting this parade underway was another small madhouse. When I put it in gear and headed for the street one police car and one of the escorts with flashing lights pulled out first. The policeman blocked off the street with his lights now whirling and the other police car now sped out to lead the escort that led me.

Both the escorts talked to us on the CB as we started out and I asked Bill to at least deal with the radio. When we came to the first intersection I was surprised to see two more police cars, they had each of the side streets blocked off.

After we passed the intersection the two cars that had been blocking the side streets pulled out, passed us and went to the next intersection, and on and on.

I never had to slow down at all. I just kept driving and the police and escorts made everyone else get out of the way. Of course there were idiots who weren't paying attention and tried to get in the way. When they did the front escort would tell us what was happening and we could hear the police lay down on their sirens.

"Bill, how can people be so stupid? With all these police and escorts, there's not a chance in hell they can look down the road and miss us coming."

"One thing you have to keep in mind when driving, especially in a big truck, is people who drive four-wheelers are normally stupid - almost without exception. The next thing to remember is that they all think they're excellent drivers.

"Nearly fifty thousand people are killed every year in automobile accidents and less than two percent of the accidents involve eighteen-wheelers. Less than half of a percent involve eighteen-wheelers at fault.

"People in cars check their brains at the door before they start the car, if they had any brains in the first place," Bill said.

"Then why do they have all those Congressional hearings about highway safety that always seem to be grilling people from the trucking industry?" I asked.

"Congressional hearings are not about trying to fix things, Jimmy, they're so the Congressmen can look like they're doing something. It doesn't matter how bad they make the truck drivers look, truck drivers don't amount to many votes, they're usually away from home on election day anyway."

"Oh."

Things went even more smoothly as we left the busier part of town and by the time we got home I hadn't even seen another car for miles. The trip did make me appreciate our nice relationship with the police though. It would have been difficult with only the two escorts shepherding our way.

At home, Chucky had a place set aside for me to park. It was nearly a quarter mile out behind the house. When the heavy trailer hit a soft spot our progress came to a halt but we weren't stuck there long.

A bulldozer came over and one of the workers attached a line from it to the pulling attachment on my front bumper. Bill told me to take the truck out of gear and just make sure that the air pressure didn't get low, so the brakes would work if we needed them.

"Don't I need to steer?" I asked.

"It will help a little, but you're going wherever that dozer goes until he lets you loose," Bill said.

When Chucky baby had us where he wanted us he signaled to the dozer. One of the men unhooked the line and I popped the brakes. I'd been intending to get out and unhook from the trailer but there were already some men taking care of that detail.

I looked out and saw that Mom had ridden along with someone in one of our Hummers. I got out and went over to talk to her.

"Jimmy, I like the look of that big thing with your truck pulling it, and I just love this trailer. I do wonder why it doesn't have aluminum wheels like everything else though."

"I never thought about it, we just took the trailer that Tom said we needed to haul the loader," I said, shamelessly putting the onus on someone else.

"I guess I'll have to speak to him about it. Maybe he didn't understand our requirements. I'm sure I can make them plain to him now.

You might need to go buy something else to pull around on the trailer after we get the wheels changed though, I like seeing it behind your truck," she said.

"Maybe we won't have to leave the loader here long, it might not take much to learn to drive it around," I said.

"Oh no, that will never do. I'm going to enjoy having something that big rolling around out here, too. No matter, we can just get another one for the trailer, but where are its wheels?" Mom asked.

"The other driver was following us with them, didn't you see him out front?" I asked.

"Silly me, I saw him and just didn't realize what I was seeing. Maybe I'll look around for something else to go on this trailer, there's no need to buy too many of one type," Mom said.

I hope she understood what she had in mind, because I sure as hell didn't have any idea what she wanted. In fact, I was trying to think of a way to keep her from seeing me bobtail away, the perfect solution hit me then.

"Come on Mom, I want you to ride back with me," I said.

I opened the door and helped her out. Naturally I took time to fondle her naked ass under the T-shirt, which happened to be all she was wearing.

"Jimmy, aren't you ashamed of yourself, abusing your poor mother in front of all these men?" she asked, and managed not to laugh.

"Not a bit, I'm anticipating the view I'm going to get while you're climbing into the cab," I said.

It was spectacular too. Her pretty pussy didn't know which way to wiggle or slant while her legs were climbing the two steps and her ass cheeks were trying their best to show me her rosebud from every angle. She paused when she got to the seat level and I was close enough to give her left cheek a little bite.

She squeaked and then moved on over to sit in the seat Bill had vacated for her use.

"Glenda, come up here and show Mom how to sit in the front seat so she keeps my attention," I said.

Glenda did, she showed Mom that in the air seat it was just as easy to sit facing me as facing ahead.

"And be sure to twist toward the front and then back to face him every now and then so you can spread your legs a tiny bit wider and he'll think it just happened. You can also raise the seat to the top of it's travel, it makes the ride rougher but it will jiggle your titties a lot more on each bump," Glenda said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

Mom was quick to do it and I was back to having to take a few seconds every now and then to look where I was going. Mom did a little experiment of her own then. I saw her shift her back somehow and she was no longer sitting straight up but was now leaning back against the door.

I wondered what that was all about but didn't mention it. When I peeked at her beaver again I knew what she'd been up to. She'd shifted her posture so she could cock her hips. It had caused her pussy to come up for a look around and I could see not only her bush now but also most of her vulva. Maybe I didn't need to see where I was going after all.

Bill took my mind off Mom's delights though.

"Jimmy, I just noticed the TV's display back here and it made me think of something I saw not long ago on one of those scientific channels. Video cameras have gotten so small and tough that some companies are using them for a rear view instead of the rear view mirror," he said.

For a second I considered only what Bill had actually said and then it came to me that it wasn't exactly what he'd been getting at. If the cameras could show a rear view they could show other views too.

"I'd never thought of that but it might be helpful to have several cameras giving different views," I said.

"Especially for a young man of your means. You might even want one showing you what was going on in the sleeper while your were driving, in case you had a few of your closest companions around," Bill said, and made it sound lecherous.

That's the way I took it anyway and I'm sure we were on the same page.

"It would also be great to put one looking down from your mirrors," Bill said.

"Huh, what would that show me?" I asked.

"It would keep you from craning your neck to look down into the cars that pass you. You know, the ones that have women in them, women that don't realize you can see what they are or aren't wearing," Bill said.

"I hadn't thought of that either but I can see where I'd have a front row seat. How did you ever think of it?" I asked.

"You'd be surprised at the different ways a long haul driver can find to amuse himself during the trips. You'll also soon be surprised at the number of women who seem to need to air things out as they're driving along," Bill said.

"Sounds like a few cameras around could be fun, but I wonder where we can find out more about them?"

"I know someone that will be happy to get the details for us. Lately, Jeff has been feeling very sorry for the way he drug his feet with our computer hardware," Mom said, with a nasty laugh.

"It looked like he was hard at it last time I saw him," I said.

"I'm sure it did. After he and George got their treatment I told them they'd be spending some time licking each other's assholes if I caught them stalling again. Jeff and George are making excellent progress now," Mom said.

Bill and I both lost it laughing at Mom's deadpan delivery and at the predicament Jeff and George had gotten themselves into. They'd just gone along blissfully dragging their feet for no good reason, secure in the knowledge that they could get away with it by spouting techno babble when they were confronted. It's hard to get away with things when you aren't able to lie at all anymore.

Mom was right though, if anyone knew about some new type of technical toy, it was Jeff. I decided he needed a few more days to get the home schooling computers set up before he got on the peek into the fronts seats project. I wouldn't mention it just yet.

When we were back to the street we set out for Tom's lot. I hooked the flatbed when we got there and we went right back home. There was still a long line of trucks headed for the back yard but Chucky seemed to be holding most of them on the street now.

I guessed that it might be getting a little crowded back behind the house, even if there was plenty of acreage. The trucks out on the street mostly had loads of the precast concrete sections and probably weren't needed yet. I was just glad that they had my parking spot reserved right in front of the house.

When we headed inside I saw that the new driveway for Jacob and I was nearly done. The concrete was poured already and now they were finishing it.

"Bill, how long will it take that concrete to dry?" I asked.

"It will be mostly cured by tomorrow but it isn't really drying, or at least that isn't the point," Bill said.

"What do you mean?"

"The water is put in it to start the chemical reaction. That's what it does to get hard, it goes through a chemical reaction. I'm not sure what happens to the water but I do know that the concrete will get hard even if the water doesn't go away," Bill said.

It didn't sound right to me but I decided I didn't care. I just wanted to quit parking out on the street, even if I was going to have to learn to back out of the driveway. Surely I'd get the hang of it sooner or later.

I saw Jacob when we were inside and he gave me a rundown on driving over the road.

"Mostly, it sucks. Oh, it's fun at first but after a while it is just boring. I can see where it would be an all right job, mostly. Sherry told me that helping load or unload often went right along with it though and that could really suck," he said.

"Well, I wasn't looking for a job and you aren't either. We're just doing it for fun, really," I said.

"I hope we keep just doing it for fun then. I'll admit it's fun to have a big truck you can drive around whenever you want to. Driving it around when you don't really want to is the hard part," he said.

"How was it sleeping in the bunk while the truck was moving?" I asked.

"Impossible, that's how it was. Sherry told me it takes a while to get used to it and I believe her. Mostly I just lay there and tried to rest my eyes, I never did fall asleep the whole time," Jacob said.

"What do you think about all this crap going on around the house?"

"I don't know which way to look, and when I do look I don't understand what I'm seeing. There are men working all over the place. I thought we had some real construction going on when it was just Scott, extending the house. I can't keep up with what they're doing now," he said.

"I can't either. I went out and took one look at the new basement and just turned around and came back inside," I said.

"Basement, I didn't even know we were getting a basement," he said.

"Come on, I'll show you."

We walked out back and Jacob's expression must have been like mine was when I first saw it. His mouth was hanging open and he didn't know what to look at.

"All that stuff Scott did is gone now," he said.

"Yep, it was in the way of the basement. I think Scott and his guys are working on outbuildings or something. There are some starting up out there," I said.

"I just hope I don't have to figure out anything too complicated to get to my room," Jacob said.

"Tell me about it. At least the airstrip guys know what's going on and they seem to be hard at it," I said.

Jacob didn't get a chance to say anything then because the tunneling machine started up, and it made a lot of noise. It only ran for a minute or two and then stopped. Men started adjusting on some conveyors that came out of the back of it then.

Looking around at it, I could see that somehow the dirt it was tunneling through came out the back on a big conveyor belt and dumped onto a sand loader type machine. This ramp led up out of the hole and finally dumped into what I had thought was a dump truck until today. After seeing those things unloading the sand and gravel for the concrete plant, I now knew that these trucks were almost toys.

The tunneler started up again in a few minutes and this time it was even louder. A lot more dirt was coming out on the belt too and heading up into the truck. To me, it looked like they could get along without us and Jacob must have felt the same way because we headed back into the house.

Jacob decided that he was going to the practice range and work with his Glocks a little. Mom snagged me, making sure that I realized Charlene would be here soon.

"How are we going to handle this?" I asked.

"I think the best way is for Glenda and I to have a talk with Charlene. I'm sure we can get our point across, especially if Charlene is still as made as she sounded when I talked to her," Mom said.

"I guess I'll just wait for your call," I said.

"I'm sure that will be fine. Just hang around and be ready to do your duty," Mom said, giving me a kiss as she went back into the study.

With a little time on my hands I wandered up to take a look at my new bedroom. When I got there it looked finished to me, or at least the bed and bedroom part did. The bed even had pillows and fake furs covering it.

When I peeked into the bathroom I was amazed again. It was obvious that the business with the big hot tub and long vanity top wasn't complete, but there were men working on it and I could tell they'd made some progress. I was standing around watching them when my cell phone went off.

"Hello."

"It's me, Jimmy. Charlene just arrived, stay close," Mom said, and then hung up.

I thought I'd been doing that already. I went over to the other wing and checked on Jacob's bedroom and it looked to be in the same shape mine was.

I spent a little time checking in the other rooms and saw that most of them had a desk and computer setup in them now. No doubt our vacation would be over before lone and the schooling would begin.

It was almost an hour later that Mom called me down to the study. It was a little awkward walking in for what I considered a premeditated fucking. I found out that it wasn't really so cut and dried.

After a little beating around the bush, Mom and Glenda seemed to disappear without mentioning it. Charlene and I sat on the couch trying to act like we had something to talk about for a few minutes and I finally gave up and pulled her to me for a kiss.

I know she'd known it was coming but she still acted as if she hadn't. What the hell, in for a penny...

I kissed her again and pulled her closer. She started coming around and I kept it up. Almost before quick could get ready I had her skirt pushed up and her panties off and then I was sliding the meat to her. She was paying attention by now though and it didn't take her three good strokes to have her legs around my ass and get down with the fucking.

In an uncommon move for me, I'd put my dick to Charlene before I even got her blouse off. I cured that little oversight between hunches by ripping it open and pulling the flimsy bra apart. Was I ever glad I had?

Charlene's titties were nearly exactly like Glenda's and that was spectacular. I didn't handle them much before dropping my head to suck a nipple into my mouth, nibbling and gnawing all the while.

My next move was nearly worthy of a contortionist, but I managed to do the main job on Charlene from on top. I got my hand down and gave her clitty the joy ride while I had my dick up her to the max. She screamed a short one and let go. I gave her the marching orders before I called Mom, Sherilyn, and Glenda back in.

I had Mom clear the way and I carried Charlene to Mom's bedroom, putting her in the middle of the bed. Glenda stayed with me and we took the rest of Charlene's clothes off.

When Charlene came back I had my face right in hers and we were kissing at once. Glenda was tending to things below and Charlene gasped when I pointed out that it was her daughter down their hiding my dick in her mouth.

I gave Charlene and Glenda both a good fucking and then lay back to relax. Charlene got a little nervous and said something about going home to fix Tom's supper.

"Tom can get his own supper, and like it. He's been neglecting you but I'm not going to. You'll be staying here with us for a while. I'm sure I need to give you several therapeutic fuckings before I can release you to outpatient status. Besides, I've always been a titty baby and you two have matching sets," I said.

"That's right mother, if Daddy and Pete don't like it they can just play with each other's peters. We've got a real man now," Glenda said.

It got Charlene excited so I had to calm her again. Then I had to calm Glenda too.

Mom knocked and then came on in about an hour later. She said we should start thinking about joining the crowd for supper. When I asked her to, she found a T-shirt for Charlene.

"But where are my panties?" she asked.

"You'd better forget about panties when you're around Jimmy. He'll spank you good if he finds any when he reaches for a feel of your butt. I saw him spank Sharon for it," Glenda said.

Charlene gave me a funny look and then grinned.

"He wouldn't spank me for wearing panties, would he?"

"Yes he would," I said.

When we got out to the kitchen I could tell that it was catered Bar-B-Que again and that was good enough for me. I didn't even have to load my own plate because Shelly had one ready for me and she handed it over as I headed for a table out back.