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.
A sharp rock had popped one of our tires, shit shit shit. We stopped on a flat spot and saw the rear tire slowly going down.
The canopy was full of our stuff, so we started unpacking it. The spare tire was right at the front under a plywood shelf across the canopy to give us 2 tiers to pack our bags on.
We took everything from the bottom and stuffed it on the top.
It took us an hour to change the tire and repack the truck. It gets dark fast in the mountains. The trees blocked out the light, and poof, it was dark. We continued up and up we went, then we started to see snow on the sides of the road. The snow got deeper, the farther we went,
” STOP, MOM.” I stopped as quickly as I could, and Timmy got out. He looked north and then looked south. Both roads went up the mountain.
“Mom, this is not on the map; there is no Y in the road on the map, MOM, there’s no other road on my map.” As tears filled his eyes, I could see he was scared.
We made an educated guess that the road more traveled probably led over the mountain; we went up and up, but no pass over the hill came into view. The snow was getting deeper, and I would turn around at the next good spot I saw.
We started down a steep incline into a steep canyon. I tried to stop but kept sliding. I dropped it into low and heard the engine roar. I was scared, Timmy was frightened, and we were sliding down a road on the side of a mountain. We came to a stop at the bottom of a small bowl. You could see where the motorbikes and dune buggy’s made trails up the sides of the bowl. This was the end of the road.
“We are not going up that hill tonight; Timmy, we will sleep in the truck and try it in the morning.”
Boy, It sure gets cold when you’re high up in the mountains. We pulled our stuff out of the canopy that we didn’t need and slept on the top tier of the plywood self. I have a box of 96 T light candles for Mexico, so I lit one and let it warm our canopy enough so we wouldn’t freeze to death. It was starting to snow when I closed the Canopy hatch and crawled into our blankets.
It’s a good thing for that candle because it was freezing out, and we woke up many times just shivering.
Daylight came a 730 am It was Dec the 2nd. We were supposed to be sleeping at the Mexican border, waiting to cross for a good day’s drive down the Mexican coast. We were not at the Mexican border. We were lost in the mountains of Northern California and were in trouble.
It snowed 14 inches overnight. We got out of the canopy and unloaded our stuff out of the cab back into the back.
There was no cell service on our phones, and the steep hill into the bowl would be tough to climb with this much snow.
The first attempt wasn’t very good. I got about 100 feet up, and that was it.
I took a run at it the 2 nd time and was happy to get about halfway up before we stopped. Backing down to get another run at it was a huge challenge, every time I hit the brakes, I just started to slide, so I didn’t hit the brakes as I went flying down the hill backward.