Old Tittle was ( Trapped and Scared Mom to Mary )
Wrongly put in ( Incest category ) and has been deleted.
All Characters are 18 years old in this Story. This Story is not a wham-bam sex story, so please move on if that’s what you are looking for.
It has a long intro and many emotions that will make you laugh, cry and fall in love with both characters and their sexual proclivities.
This is the first Story I have ever written; I have been sitting on it for over a year. I tried to edit it properly, but my grammar isn’t perfect. Please enjoy it.
Re edited Version.
It is the start of our winter; Timmy and I are heading down to Mexico for December, January, and February; his family has rented a condo in a tiny town near Puerto Vallarta and are looking forward to a warm winter for once.
I have been Timmy’s caregiver for 5 years now, ever since his family moved in next door.
Timmy’s Dad, Greg, is in the Banking business, and his Mom Rachel is OBGYN with a Small practice.
They have 4 children, with Timmy being the youngest at 18. Timmy’s parents love him very much, but they don’t have much spare time. They are hoping that this time away in Mexico will be a family bonding experience.
We are driving down because Timmy won’t fly, EVER, and they will fly down to meet us in a week. I spend a lot of time with Timmy, and over the years, he has come to call me Mom when we are alone together. I have talked about this with his parents, but they don’t think they can force him to call me by my real name, Mary. Timmy always says he will call me Mary, but he calls me Mom the second we are alone.
I Married my amazing boyfriend from high school. I was 18, and he was 22; he was a partner in a small software company that started up with 2 of his friends, and we had a great life until a tragic accident took him from me.
I was 18 years and 9 months old, and I was a Widow after 7 months of being married.
I have never had to work outside our home, and we didn’t get a chance to have any children. The insurance money that I received was a large settlement, and my husband’s partners in his software company offered to buy me out, but I suggested they send me a cheque each month. They agreed but said I had to work a few hours a week to be recognized as an employee with Shares in the company.
I still live in our house all by myself. I thought about selling it and moving somewhere smaller, but I love the place, and all my hopes and dreams were planned there before my husband died.
Then a wonderful family moved next door, and I found Timmy, or Timmy found me.
I was asked to look after him a few hours a day. Then a few more hours, and before I knew it, it was a full-time job with me taking care of almost all of Timmy’s daily requirements.
Timmy loves me to pieces, and his family says he worships the ground that I walk on. Because I pay attention to him, I guess I listen to him and don’t treat him like an invalid. Timmy fills my days with smiles and purpose and is the only other man in my life that has made me feel like I am truly loved besides my husband.
Timmy is 6 ft tall, 180 Lbs, with blond hair and blue eyes. He is a beautiful boy.
I am 24 years old, 5 Ft 2, and 100 Lbs. I have brown hair and green eyes and am pretty cute, so I’ve been told.
I love yoga and the gym in my garage. Timmy takes up the rest of my time.
Timmy was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck. He was blue and not breathing when he came out. I was told the doctors and nurses scrambled around the room in a panic until they had him breathing independently and some color returned to his body. No one could tell the extent of damage to Timmy that the oxygen loss had caused. They prayed it wouldn’t be extensive.
I wouldn’t say Timmy is slow, but I will say he’s not fast. Timmy thinks before he speaks and pauses for a few seconds before he responds to someone talking to him. Some people think he’s stupid because of his pausing, but he is more intelligent than they know. Timmy is quiet and thoughtful, but everyone can see that there’s something not quite right. He has large mood swings. Timmy needs to have everything orderly, simplified, and done by the rules.
I sometimes think he fakes his slowness to throw people off how smart he really is. He got a computer at age 12, and the guys at my husband’s company had fun teaching him the strict programming codes and rules.
Timmy was a natural; he learned to code like a champ. He understood all the rules and never deviated from them. Timmy could code for hours and hours without a break. The boys called him their little Rainman.
He is fantastic with maps and directions. He looks at the map and can tell me where to turn and what freeway to take for 300 miles before he looks at the map again. This is where we got into trouble.
California was on fire; we were heading threw Northern California on the I-5 when we were detoured inland. We drove for about an hour, and we wanted to turn and go south. “No mam” said the trooper, them fires crossed the highway, and you can’t go that way.
Timmy looks at the map and says, “Mom, it’s a long way around.”
I didn’t want to go all the way around, so I told Timmy to find us another way.
Timmy got out his maps and looks at all the side roads and Logging roads and finds an old road down the side of these mountains.
“It stays pretty low on the valley floor, but it crosses over a high pass and goes down to the other side; then, we are good to head straight to the Mexican border out of all the fire paths.”
“Ok, Timmy lead the way,” I said, Our truck is a 4-wheel drive, and we have all-season tires. I didn’t think I needed to put on the winter tires for a trip to Mexico. The canopy is full of our stuff, so we have a bit of weight on the truck to better handle the mountain road.
We turned onto the gravel road and flew along the valley floor, it’s a nice route, and nobody’s on it. We got to a fork in the road where the left fork goes up the mountain, and the right fork goes along the valley towards the fires.
Well, Timmy, how far over the mountain is it? “It’s about 20 miles to the top, and it’s 15 miles from the top to the highway on the other side Mom.”
“Well, Timmy, it’s 2 pm; we should be able to make it over by the time it gets dark; let’s go for it.”
The road was much rougher than we thought. We were about 5 miles in, and we were climbing up and up, the mountain looked very tall, and we could see a bit of snow on the trees up higher on the mountainside. I thought maybe we should turn back, but I didn’t say it aloud. There was a steep spot with a lot of loose rocks on it, and I went up slowly, letting the 4 wheel drive work for me. We were bouncing all over the cab. If it wasn’t for our seat belts, our heads would have gone threw the roof.
We reached the top of the hill, and we had big smiles on our faces as we turned on the flatter road and sped towards the pass.
I heard it; first, it was a high-pitched squeal, and I knew what it meant.