Story: The Backseat

Author's note: This story takes place immediately after The Road Trip part 7. It is NOT necessary to read The Road Trip before reading this story. You only need to know that there is an RV stuck in traffic on a freeway near the southwest border of Nebraska and one of its occupants is using a magic wand on others in the area.


The Backseat: A Tale from The Road Trip
By Varian Milagro

“Can you roll the window up, angel?” Dolores asked from the front, passenger seat.

Erica rolled her eyes at her mom. Being in the seat directly behind her, it went unnoticed. “The air conditioning is giving me a headache.”

She leaned her head out of the vehicle and breathed in the outside air. Despite the exhaust fumes of the cars around them it was better than the artificial air spewing in Bob’s Escalade. She’d lied about getting a headache; truth was that she hated being trapped in a car on a warm sunny day. That they were stuck in traffic only made it worse. The warmth of the sun on her arms and face were the only things that kept her from losing it.

“You’re letting the hot air in,” Dolores said as she rummaged through her purse. “I have some aspirin for your head.”

“I can lower the AC if it’s too warm in her you, Doll,” Bob said.

“You’re so sweet, Bob.” Dolores held out a bottle of Tylenol to her daughter. “Roll up the window, angel.”

Erica clenched her teeth. Her mother knew that she hated that nickname. She knew that her mom didn’t mean anything by it, but Erica thought that the name sounded juvenile and sexist. It wasn’t as bad as some of the other female nicknames out there, but it annoyed her.

“Since we aren’t actually moving, can I at least get out of the car? I’ll watch the road up ahead and if any cars actually start moving I’ll get back in.”

Dolores pulled her hand back as she looked over to Bob for support. He shrugged.

“I guess that would be okay.”

As Erica opened the door a cyclist flew past on the shoulder, less than a foot from the car. Then another went by and then another.

“It looks dangerous out there. Better that you stay inside.”

Erica yanked the door closed and then raised the window. She let out a huff as she crossed her arms.

Up in the front, her mom was laughing at something Bob had said. She was running her hand along his hairy arm and he was ogling her boobs. They were so pathetic. They were acting like hormonal teenagers, but she was rapidly approaching forty and he had to be in his fifties. Erica didn’t really care how her mom acted on dates, she just didn’t want to witness it. Since it was their third date they’d decided that it should be a family outing, so she was stuck in the back seat with Bob’s son, Logan, instead of at the lake with Jake.

Not that she had anything against Logan. He seemed like a nice enough person and he was kind of cute, too. It wasn’t his fault that she’d been forced to come along. He’d probably rather be at a lake, too.

Erica took a quick glance at her backseat companion. He wore a pair of faded jeans, a Skrillex t-shirt and a pair of Beats headphones. He was playing his music loud enough that she could make out that it was dub step, but not loud enough for her to distinguish the artist or song.

For a moment it looked like he was lost in thought, but then she realized that he was staring at her mom’s boobs. Father like son. They weren’t the only guys who’d been staring at her mom’s tits today. The gas station attendant and the guy who’d held the door open for them at the Walgreen’s had gone bug eyed over them, too. She did have them on display and she had a lot to show off.

Erica looked down. No one stared at her breasts. They weren’t bad breasts. They were cute and perky. They weren’t large by any definition and she didn’t try to show them off either. She preferred to show off her legs when she felt like flaunting her body, which wasn’t often. Today was one of those days, though. She’d shaved them last night and was wearing a pair of denim cutoffs. Logan hadn’t looked at her legs once. Not that she was into him. He was at least six years older and she wasn’t into older guys, that was her mom’s thing. Now, maybe if he was Jake’s age and once looked at her the way he looked at her mom’s boobs. Maybe.

She didn’t understand why her mom was into older guys. When her parents divorced she started dating old men and her dad started dating young women. She thought that they were both pathetic, but she could understand her father a little better. Bob was at least 15 years older than her mom. That would be like if she dated a guy who was 33. Gross! Younger was much easier to understand.

She turned back to the window. A woman on a bicycle trudged by slowly. She looked like she was in agony. Sweat poured down her forehead and onto her face which was contorted in a mixture of exhaustion and pain. Erica almost envied her. The woman looked miserable, but at least she wasn’t stuck in a car on some kind of creepy double date.

“You know, there’s no traffic going the other way. We could still go to the lake,” Erica said without looking away from the window.

“And miss going to Bob’s country club? You can’t be serious,” Delores said.

“I don’t understand why you just didn’t leave me at home. I’m an adult now and I should be able to do what I want.

“Let’s not get into that again. Try to enjoy yourself.”

Without even looking she could tell that her mom had said it with a fake smile plastered to her face. She was all about show. Which explained the clothes, a low cut top, a pair of skin tight capris, and platform stilettos. She’d had her hair dyed blonde and teased into a wild mess just for the occasion. The red acrylic extensions on her fingernails and the makeup slathered onto her face was an everyday thing. The woman was desperate and needy, yet the guys ate it up.

“Look, traffic is starting to move. Don’t worry, we’ll make it to my country club in time to see Dave Collier do his act,” Bob said.

Erica rolled her eyes.

“I think he’s so funny. He made me laugh so much on that show, Full House,” Dolores said. “Isn’t Bob wonderful for taking us?

“Great. This is so much better than going to the lake with my friends.” Not to mention, Jake. He was the real reason that she wanted to go to the lake. Today was her big chance. He’d broken up with Amber last week and when she’d tweeted about how much of a bitch she was, he’d retweeted it. In school he’d paid less attention to her than Logan did. If she had boobs like her mom, he’d probably notice. Amber biggest accomplish in life was her tits.

On positive side, at least her mom wasn’t smoking. Dolores--or Doll as Bob called her--didn’t smoke in the car when Bob was around. He wasn’t a smoker so she rarely smoked in his presence. Of course, when it was just the two of them she smoked whenever she wanted, in the car, in the house, even when she was cooking. Gross. She said that she needed them; they helped her endure. She’d go without to make a good impression for her new boyfriend, but not to spare her own daughter from suffering disgusting, secondhand smoke.

The traffic came to a halt and so too did the car. They’d caught up to the girl on the bicycle just in time to see a blinding white flash strike her and another cyclist.

“Holy crap! Did you see that?” Logan shouted.

“What hell was that light?” Bob said as he blinked his eyes.

“That guy and that lady just disappeared.” Logan whipped off his headphones. He unbuckled his seatbelt and slid over next to Erica to get a better look.

“It came from that RV in the next lane.” Delores pointed to the left side of the windshield. “That woman with the tattoos did it!”

Erica tore her gaze away from the spot where the two cyclists had been just moments before. People didn’t just disappear, but she’d seen it with her own eyes. Logan had seen it, too. She looked where her mom was pointing in time to see another blast of light shoot straight at them.

Delores screamed.

Erica ducked behind her mom’s seat and avoided most of the light. Logan was bathed in it, looking like he was caught in a search light. She assumed that it had hit her mom and Bob, too. Even though she’d been mostly shielded, the light still blinded her. Black spots swam before her eyes. Eventually her mom stopped screaming.

As her vision returned she saw that both Logan and Bob were rubbing their eyes and mumbling to themselves. Her mom was strangely quiet. After half a minute she heard the familiar rustling sound of her mom rooting through her purse followed by the click of a lighter and the smell of cigarette smoke.

“God, I needed that,” Dolores said with a heavy sigh.

“Jeez, Mom. You’re so rude,” Erica said. Her mom must be having an intense nicotine fit if she was actually going to smoke in front of Bob.

“Don't worry, I didn’t forget about you.” The lighter clicked again. “Give this to her for me.” Dolores handed a lit cigarette to Bob.

“Sure, Doll.” Bob took the cigarette from Dolores and then held it out to Erica. “Here you go, Angel.”

Erica wasn’t sure what was more annoying; Bob offering her a cigarette or him using that nickname. What really shocked her was when she accepted the cigarette from him.

“Thanks,” She said as she tried to make herself drop the cigarette, yet her hand wouldn’t cooperate. She watched helplessly as she brought it toward her face. She clamped her lips together, thankful that she still had control over that part of her body. As her hand drew nearer she felt her lips relax. Her stomach knotted and her fingers trembled as she tried to will her body to obey her commands. Her hand paused for a second and then resumed its journey. The cigarette inched closer and her lips opened to accept it. No! There was no way she was smoking a cigarette. She refused! Within an inch of her mouth, hand altered course and came to a stop next to her cheek, palm out, the two fingers holding the cigarette pointed to the roof of the Escalade.

She looked over at Logan to see if he was freaked out, too. His headphone were back on, tunes blasting, once again staring at Dolores. No one seemed at all bothered by the cigarette smoke or that she had a cigarette of her own. Technically she was old enough to smoke, but she’d been an ardent non-smoker all of her life, something she made no secret about.

She had to admit that the cigarette did look kind of good in her hand. Between her long red nails, the feminine way that she held it, and the way the smoke curled lazily to the ceiling, it looked like something out of an old noir, detective film. The smell didn’t even bother her. Normally she was gagging whenever her mom smoked in the car, but at the moment she found the scent rather pleasant. It made her wonder what it tasted like.

“What the fuck?” Erica exclaimed. She didn’t have long fingernails, let alone red ones. It had been ages since she’d worn nail polish.

“What’s the matter, Angel?”

“Gee, where do I start? First those people are hit with a weird light and disappear like magic. Then we’re hit with a similar blast and my fingernails grow an inch and paint themselves red. On top of that you gave your own daughter a cigarette. Besides that, nothing is wrong, Mom.” Erica wanted to explode. How could her mom be so dense. She was hit with a strong urge to take a puff off the cigarette. Smoking was supposedly relaxing and she was so tense at the moment.

“Mom?” Dolores burst out laughing. “I ain’t nobody's mother. What kind of drugs have you been taking and why have you been holding out on me?”

“Stop kidding around, Mom. I’m too stressed out right now to deal with your bullshit.”

“Let’s everyone calm down, please,” Bob said.

Dolores turned around in her seat. “What’s gotten into you, Angel? I know that you like to joke around, but enough is enough. The boys don’t want to listen to us fight.”

“But I don’t smoke. Why would you give me a cigarette?”

“You really are loco today. Here, maybe this will help.” Dolores held out a pink flask covered in black leopard print. “On the prowl,” was written on its side in a delicate cursive script.

Erica accepted the flask and took a swig. The alcohol burned her throat and made her choke. She held her hands in front of her mouth, afraid that the booze was going to come back up. The smoke from the cigarette wafted into her face; a strange yearning grew within in her lungs. Tentatively, she took a small drag and then promptly gagged.

Dolores laughed. “Today’s not your day is it? Don’t worry, I’m sure Logan will make sure you feel better later.”

The whiskey hit Erica’s stomach about the same time the nicotine hit her brain. The world swiveled, making her feel like she was floating. The sensation passed quickly. After taking another pull on the flask she sucked on the cigarette again. She didn’t cough this time, didn’t even feel the urge. The floaty feeling was back and stronger this time. She let the smoke settle in her lungs for a moment before exhaling a faint cone of smoke. Her mom made a grab for the flask when she took another pull.

“Don’t drink it all!”

“There’s plenty left, Doll,” Erica said as she handed the flask back. She looked at the cigarette for a moment before taking another drag. She’d always thought that smoking was disgusting, but she’d had no idea they tasted so good or went so well with whiskey.

“Let me have a drink.” Bob said.

“You’re driving,” Dolores took a long swig. “Besides, I don’t want to get arrested for contributing to the corruption of a minor again.”

Bob grabbed her thigh. “That didn’t stop you from corrupting me all last night.”

Erica nearly dropped her cigarette. Bob was changing before her eyes. His grizzled cheeks smoothed out, leaving the youthful tight skin of a teenager a year or two out of high school. The bald spot in the middle of his head filled in with rich, auburn hair.

“That was in the privacy of my bedroom, baby. Don’t worry, momma will take care of you later, I promise.” Doll leaned over and kissed him while squeezing his crotch with her hand.

Erica looked over at Logan. He looked younger too. He looked so much like his dad they could be twins. Erica noticed something else strange. He was looking directly at her. It had to be the first time he’d actually looked her way. Maybe he was finally noticing that she was smoking. Except that didn’t explain the weird smile or that he was looking at her chest. Erica followed his gaze and let out a gasp. Her clothes were changing. A deep neckline had appeared on her shirt, exposing the top of her chest.

“What’s happening to us?” Erica watched helplessly as her top and shorts fused together, the material becoming a shiny gold material as is it constricted around her body. Matching jewelry appeared on her wrists and fingers, sparkling in the sunlight. Her attention was torn away by the skinny heel growing out of her trainers, followed by the rest of the shoe dissolving into a series of straps that wrapped themselves around her ankles. Large, hoop earring slapped the sides of her face as her hair lengthened down the sides of her face. She pulled a lock in front of her face. She was now a blonde, like her mom.

She had less than a second to appreciate her new outfit before her body started changing. It started in her ass with a warm tingling, very similar to the sensation of the whiskey in her belly. Both butt cheeks inflated quickly, causing her to rise in her seat by a couple of inches. Her dress strained around her hips, looking like it might rip apart any second. Her slender legs filled out into womanly proportions, her thigh gap disappearing quickly. Dark, nylons emerged from beneath her skirt and slithered down her legs, slowly, compressing her thighs, giving them a sexy, sleek look. Just before the nylons covered her feet she was pleased to notice that her toenails were painted red, too.

The boobs came next. When she felt the delightful tingling in her chest she knew what was coming. Her hands hovered over her modest A cups, as she warred with herself, at once wanting to grab her chest to try and hold back the changes while also wanting to caress them as they swelled into a pair that she could finally be proud of.

She took a deep drag on the cigarette dangling from her lips. When she sucked the smoke into her lungs her breasts took off, swelling into a B cup in less than a second. She exhaled the smoke and her breasts stopped growing, but the tingling sensation hung around, causing her nipples to stiffen. They ached for attention.

She waited for several seconds, wondering if the changing had stopped, fearing to move. The tingling intensified, centered in her breasts. It felt amazing and she didn’t want it to stop. Despite telling herself that it was a bad idea, she took a drag on her cigarette. Her boobs responded by enlarging again. She guessed that she was now a C cup. Her dress strained against her new flesh, squeezing them together, giving her cleavage for the first time in her life. She looked over at Logan. His eyes were still glued to her tits; he was practically drooling. If that wasn’t proof that he liked what he saw, the bulge in his pants removed any doubt.

Erica smiled. It felt good to be the girl getting the attention. She thought about Amber. She was sick of playing second fiddle to that slut’s D cups. She wanted a rack that would give Jake whiplash. She took long, back to back drags. She smiled as a massive valley grew on her chest as her breasts swelled until they bulged out of her tight dress. Her tits were bigger Amber’s, maybe even bigger than her mom’s.

“Like what you see, big boy?” Erica exhaled a thick torrent of smoke and then tossed her spent cigarette out the window.

“You’re gorgeous, Angel.”

“Am I?” Erica rooted through her new purse, an oversized Gucci knockoff that matched her stilettos perfectly. The thing was crammed full, making her search difficult. She finally found a compact beneath an array of makeup items, several packs of Virginia Slims, a pint of Jack Daniels, a purple vibrator and a whole slew of condoms.

She was tempted to take a couple of hits of Jack Daniels to help her calm down before she checked her face. She assumed that it had changed as much of her body; she tasted lipstick on her lips and felt the weight of her fake eyelashes. Taking a deep breath, she opened the compact and examined her reflection. Her face was changed almost as much as her body, but she recognized the image instantly. The lips were fuller and the cheekbones a little more pronounced, but it was the face of a gorgeous 37 year old woman she’d seen nearly every day since her birth.

“We’re twins!”

Doll broke away from Bob, laughing hysterically. Her lips and cheekbones were altered exactly like Erica’s. The only difference was that her lipstick was smeared and Erica’s was still perfectly applied.

“You’ve got to learn to pace yourself on the booze, Angel,” Doll said as she stuffed her left tit back into her dress. “The day is still young.”

Erica tore her eyes away from the mature beauty in the mirror and gazed hungrily at Logan. “And so is this cutie.” He looked so young and adorable now. Like Bob, he couldn’t be much older than 18.

She could hardly believe that she’d been that young just a few minutes ago. Her new body felt natural and there was so much more of it now. Not just the tits and ass, but all over. The dress and nylons held most of it in, almost like a cocoon, giving her delectable curves. She was soft, round and built for pleasure.

Her thoughts turned back to Logan. He still had his eyes on her tits and his bulge was as big as ever. The sight sent shivers through her legs as she imagined his tight body up against hers, his mouth worshipping her tits as his pelvis thrusted into her. An intense, damp heat filled her panties and she let out a gasp.

She slid up against Logan. “You can do more than just stare at them.”

His eyes bulged as his mouth tried to form words.

She leaned into him, trying to get her new tits close to his face. “Do you want to touch them?”

“God yes,” Logan said with a shaky voice.

She grabbed his hands and placed them on her massive love bags. She let out a squeal when he dug his hands into each tit. “Slow down, baby, they aren’t going anywhere and I’d like to keep them attached, if you know what I mean.”

“I’m sorry.” Logan pulled his hands away. His cheeks matched the color of her nails.

“You don’t have to apologize.” Erica placed his hands back on her tits. “Just remember that they’re very sensitive. There’s a time to be rough, but you need to build up to it.” She kissed him on the lips as she rubbed her hand along the hard outline of his cock,

He moaned into her mouth and his hands shook as he gently caressed her breasts.

“Let’s see how you like this.” Erica pulled down the top of her dress, freeing her tits, which bounced and wobbled like giant bags of jello. “Stick your face in there, big boy.”

Logan latched onto one of her nipples like a starving newborn, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her pussy, causing it to convulse. She’d never felt pleasure like this before and his cock was still in his pants. Erica felt a sharp fingernail tap on her shoulder.

“You do know that there are cars all around us,” Doll said. “I’m not bailing you out this time if you get hauled in for indecent exposure. You can get your own ass out of jail.”

“The windows are tinted back here.” Erica turned her back on former mother.

She pried Logan’s mouth away from tits, “Are you a virgin?” She waited for his nod before unzipping his jeans and then reaching in for his cock. “Well, you won't be one for much longer.”

Technically, she was a virgin, too. Not that she felt like one. Memories of a life she’d never lived flooded her brain, one in which she was Doll’s sister, not daughter. Memories of thousands of sexual encounters. Almost all of them with teens just out of high school. Over the years while their sexual appetite and knowledge had progressed along with their age, their taste in men had remained the same.

Once she’d wrestled his cock free from his jeans, her jaw fell open. Who knew that he was packing so much meat? God, it was beautiful sight, thick and rigid. As she worked her hand up and down its length she drooled in anticipation. She’d only performed oral once in her previous life and she hadn’t liked it that much, something she was finding hard to reconcile with her new memories. Sucking cock was now one of her all time favorite activities.

“That feels fucking awesome, Angel.” Logan said as she slid her hand up and down his length.

Erica found that the name Angel was starting to sound nice to her ears. It was much better than blasé Erica. She had a new look, so why not a new name? Angel lowered her face toward the tip of his cock. “You ain’t felt nothing yet, lover boy.” She slid her lips over the bulbous head and swirled her tongue around its circumference. Her free hand slipped under her dress and started stroking her clit.

“Oh God!” Logan said as he writhed beneath her.

Angel could tell that he was going to blow at any moment. Fresh meat rarely lasted very long. The nice thing about boys Logan’s age is that they were ready to go again in next to no time. She had every intention of testing how many times the young stud could come in one day. She pushed her mouth down his length until her nose brushed against his pubes. As Erica, she’d gagged on less than four inches. Angel’s specialty was deep throating, even guys better endowed than Logan, not that there were many. She bobbed on his pole quickly, loving the sensation of his thick firmness sliding over her tongue and into her throat. When she felt him start to swell she jammed her fingers deep into her pussy. His body convulsed as he orgasmed, sending her over the edge. The eight inches of teen meat in her mouth muffled her screams of passion. She pulled back slowly, savoring the taste of his seed as he continued to spurt.

“You’re yummy.” She kissed the tip of his cock. It jerked and a blob of semen shot onto her lips. “I can’t wait for round two.”

Logan’s head was flopped against the headrest. He was panting, trying to catch his breath, a large smile on his face. “Give me five minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.” His cock was still rigid with no signs of softening

“I’m counting the seconds.” She kissed him on the lips.

Angel crammed her tits back into her dress and then dug in her purse for her cigarettes.

“Having fun, are we?” Doll held out a lighter.

“One of the perks of the back seat.” Angel stuck two cigarettes in her mouth and let her sister light them. After handing one to Doll she took a long, slow drag and discovered that cigarette smoke went well with Logan’s come.

“I want to party too, you know. You two are killing me and Bob.”

Angel applied a fresh coat of lipstick. “You always go for the ones with the nice cars. Trouble is that they’re the drivers. Backseat is always more fun.”

“That’s it. We’re swapping. You two in the front seat and we get the back.”

Logan’s head popped up. “I don’t have my license.” His cheeks flushed. He looked toward the ground and then said, “I almost passed this last time.”

“It’s your lucky day then,” Doll said. “You’ll get your cock sucked by both of us. You can let us know which sister is better.”

“I’m happy back here; I don’t want to swap seats.” Angel attempted to cross her arms over her chest to show her defiance, but found it difficult with her new tits. She settled for placing her hands on her hips.

Doll glared at her for a moment. Her face softened and, in a quiet voice, she said, “Please.”

“Fine.” Angel grabbed her purse and then gave Logan a quick kiss. “I had fun, baby.”

“Hey, don’t I get a say in this?” Bob asked.

“No,” the women said in unison.

Angel opened her door and stepped out onto the asphalt. She’d never really worn heels before, but she walked in the five inch stilettos as easily as her trainers.

“Thanks. I owe you one.” Doll leaned forward to give her sister a hug.

Angel bent forward too and embraced her sister. Now that they were both stacked they had to lean into a hug or their boobs kept them beyond arm’s reach.

“You can make it up to me by skipping Dave Collier and going to Lake Cushman.”

“Why would we want to do that? A country club means men with lots of money.”

“True, but there is a post graduation party at the lake, It’s going to be filled with 18 year olds eager to grow up in a hurry.” Angel sucked on her cigarette while she waited for her sister to weigh the options.

“Okay. Let’s go to the lake.” As she entered the backseat she said, “Not that any of us have swimming suits.”

“Then we’ll just have to skinny dip.” Angel took a final drag on her cigarette and then crushed it with her shoe. She thought about Jake and smiled. He was going to love her new body, she just knew it. She’d show him things that a girl like Amber couldn’t even imagine. Once she was done with him teen girls wouldn’t be enough for him. He’d need a woman who knew what she was doing, a woman with experience.

Bob didn’t look at her when she sat down in the front passenger seat. He stared straight ahead, a scowl on his face. She reached over and stroked his arm.

“It must be frustrating sitting up here, stuck in traffic, while your brother has the time of his life a few feet behind you.”

Bob turned his face toward hers, his scowl fading. “It sucks.”

Angel looked into the backseat. Logan and Doll were already making out. She pulled out her bottle of Jack Daniels and took a swig, but didn’t swallow. She held a finger to her lips and then leaned over to Bob. When their lips met she fed him the whiskey.

When she pulled away she saw that he now had a smile on his face. “I promise you that you’ll get your turn. You just have to have a little more patience. Once we get where we’re going I’m going to make you forget all about this. You’re going to have the time of your life.” Images of being double teamed by Jake and Bob made her knees weak.

“I can’t fucking wait.”

“Then let’s skip the country club and go to the lake instead. It’s much closer and we don’t have to deal with all of this traffic.”

“No problem. I only wanted to go there because Doll wanted to go. I hate going to my dad’s country club. It’s filled with a bunch of boring people his age.” His face went slack for a moment. “I didn’t mean you. You and Doll are anything but boring.”

“I know what you mean. Now we need to get on the other side of the freeway to get to the lake.”

“There’s an exit about a half mile up the road,” Bob flipped on his blinker and started edging his dad’s escalade toward the shoulder.

“How do you feel about fucking a woman while she gives another guy a blow job?”

“Do I get to do the fucking?”

“You can take turns.” Angel removed her vibrator from her purse. She planned on spending the next thirty minutes pleasuring herself while imagining all the fun she was going to have with Jake and Bob.

They’d driven down the shoulder a few hundred feet when there was another bright flash, hitting the occupants of a red convertible. It drove onto the shoulder and followed them to the exit. As they drove across the overpass to head to the lake, the convertible turned right and drove away from them. Angel wondered what the magic had done to its occupants. Would they like their new lives as much as she did?