Overly jealous is what I'm becoming. Whenever my cousin Jacey is in town, my mom, aka Janelle, shows her more affection than she does with me. In fact, I can get on her nerves very easily whenever Jacey is around. Well, she's in town with her family staying with us this week, boredom has stricken us to the point of tipping out for a ride and that's what we're doing right now, riding around.

Inside here in our white Jeep Grand Wagoneer is so quiet, nobody is in the mood for talking, and that's one of Janelle, aka my mom's strongest characteristics. She's a very social person and unknowingly a very attractive milf. She makes men drool at the sight of her, my dad Robert can get steamy by the attention she attracts, but he just lets it be, since he's married to her after all. Jacey is not too far off from her being attractive looking herself, she has light brown skin like my mom aka Janelle, tall and ripped with muscle.

Her black long-twisted braids are the draw in, then she'll give you a cool smile and her laid-back demeanor and bam, she's got you in the bag. Anyways the four of us are sitting easily as we drive down the highway here, cloudy skies linger with a damping rain and cool temperatures. My mom aka Janelle mans the wheel wearing a white long sleeve T-shirt, a blue jean mini skirt and black and white Keds shoes on, my dad Robert sits in the front passenger seat as while Jacey and I sit behind them in the rear passenger seats.

Jacey has on an black graphic oversized T-shirt tucked down into the top of an army green cargo mini skirt and black and white Keds shoes on and my dad Robert and I have on a casual shirt and pants. I wear all black Nike Airforce ones low top shoes as we continue driving along while a peculiar scene unfolds, to the right of us, two dark colored Lamborghini Urus's are parked on opposite sides, their front bumpers are facing each other as they emerge into our views, "What the fuck, that's weird?" Janelle, aka my mom, says, gazing over at them, "Let's pull over and check it out," my dad Robert says.

"Yo that scene looks so sketchy, maybe you should continue driving Aunt Janelle, you know, let the police handle it," Jacey says. "No I'm pulling over, so just get ready and you too Tom," she tells me with a slow and dark roll of her eyes. Yep she's still pissy with me, the Jeep exits off and pulls to the side of the road and stops near the railing next to the two parked cars. We all hop out and meet the windy breeze head on, "Shit, Jacey we should've brought our jackets sweetie," my mom aka Janelle says shaking in place as Jacey snuggles close to her. We hop over the railing and walk into the woods and follow the gravel road along.

A few tree sticks litter the path and tag our ankles, "Ow! Damn it, that hurt," Janelle aka my mom says jumping and grabbing her ankle. We start to lose sight of the opening as we walk further inward, then a few minutes later a bizarre scene unfolds, lying against a giant boulder rock are two completely bare females, with stab wounds to the side of their stomachs, Jacey gasps hard and clenches my mom aka Janelle's waist as my dad Robert hugs the left side of her. I stand off to the very right of them with a dark glare, gazing at them. "What the hell happened, they're gutted?" I say out loud, "Tom what did I tell you about that mouth?" Janelle aka my mom, retorts back to me with a growl. I roll my eyes away from her and she points at me, threatening to talk with me later before stepping up to take a closer look, "Wait, maybe we should call for help," my dad Robert insists pulling out his smartphone.

Janelle aka my mom makes it up to them and bends down close to see their faces but then she beams ahead and stands up, "Hey you mother fuckers," she says charging ahead with a fast speed. We scream for her but she's already gone, and that quickly too, she speeds off like a track runner darting away from our views, after a moment we chase after her as my dad Robert roars her name a few times.

Then we stop in place, pelting hard as we see her, "Janelle," my dad Robert says one time with the phone against his ear, she holds her hands up backing away, "Wait, let's talk this down, my family is back there," she says looking and pointing back to us but a nasty hiss spurts out, "Uh," she jolts to the left and then another hiss spikes the air. She grunts hard with a jerk before dropping sideways to the right into a pile of leaves. We rush up to her and roll her over, but her frozen eyes tell it all. She's gone. We cry over her and Jacey jumps up and runs off, "Jacey come back," my dad Robert says as we stay behind.

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We finally get through with the law and they tell us they're sending help and to just stay there. We get up and look for Jacey as we split up and take opposite directions, I walk down a little ways passing some large trees, a fog seethes through as goosebumps appear on my arms. I blow into my hands unaffected by my mom's aka Janelle death, the hard stare within her eyes and slightly opened mouth was disturbing to look at but I haven't parted with one tear drop yet. I continue along the trail, going deeper as another completely bare female appears to the right of me.

I stop and look down, she looks to be in her forties, very toned and fit, of Hawaiian descent with silver hoop earrings on and a nose ring. She's probably the mother of those two females we saw from earlier. She is down on her knees and covered in smudges of mud, her short light brown to dark wavy hair is mixed with dry mud, her hands are tied behind her and sticking out on top of her head is a black handle of a knife with the blade borrowed inside her head.

I stare at her face, and it's shocking. Her expression, her eyes are scrolled upwards showing the blood vessels, her teeth are clenched hard, and the veins in her neck are tight. I shake my head before I turn ahead and spot Jacey being grappled by an unknown individual. She tries to pull away but is flipped around and is tugged close in a neck hold, then the unknown individual pulls out a knife and slowly glides it across her throat, she gags opening her eyes with her tongue sticking out before they let go of her and she holds in place for a moment, staying on her feet.

Then she drops face down as they engage me, I pant and hold my hands up and turn around, the second unknown individual appears and grabs me as the first one rushes up from behind me as I wake up. "Tom, Tom, you're awake," Jacey says, nudging me, I take a blurry look around, and it looks like we've stopped. She wears the same clothes from my nightmare, sitting cross-legged as I do, and so does my parents with whom my dad Robert is inside the gas station, while my mom, aka Janelle, pumps the gas. She gazes behind herself at traffic with the wind blowing her medium length reddish brown curly strands and turns back to the meter before pulling it out and walking up to my open window.

"Yo you're pants are soaked, you're pissing yourself, Aunt Janelle he pissed his pants," Jacey smirks looking at her, "Oh, oh my, okay, another nightmare sweetie oh-oh okay, out, out," she says laughing as another squirt surges through the crotch of my dark black jeans. "Whizzing all over yourself, damn yo," Jacey smiles laughing at me, "Jacey enough with the mouth," Janelle aka my mom smirks, pointing at her.

I climb out embarrassed as my dad Robert spots us and shakes his head, yeah he knows, too. "Damn son, well take him inside to the bathroom Janelle," he says as she smiles hard, "Come on, nothing to be ashamed about, everybody takes a pee, pee," she says as we walk inside the gas station and the young female lady clerk points to the back with a nasty smirk and it's Misty Esher too, my casual run in at school.

"Hello Tom," she says and I nod with no response and turn angry, "I wonder how you'll make it in Vegas sweetie, geez this is bad," she says before I walk inside the door and close it. Then we make it back outside to the SUV and I climb back in, my pants are still wet as Jacey sits sensually with a grin, "Park it yo," she says, "I cleanse the seat up son, damn you are so prone to nightmares," he says as my mom aka Janelle mans the wheel on the driver's side.

She gives me a smirk before pulling off as Jacey's parents call in through the Jeep's touch screen, "Hey guys where are you, we're back," Aunt Sannell says, "We stopped for gas and Tom had an accident back here, peeing himself," she smiles as they laugh. "Wooo, okay well we'll see you later then, Janelle," she says as they continue to laugh while the Jeep drives away onto the street.