Mommy: A Long Hard Ride
You don’t really know how much stuff you have collected in your life until you move.
With our last son going to college, we did two moves in one. We were moving to a condo only a few miles away, while we were driving Cory sixteen hours to college. Because we had to put all our items in storage, we didn’t get title for three more weeks, we were going to do a two week road trip after we dropped Cory off.
As we packed the car with both Cory’s stuff and our suitcases for the almost three week round trip, we realized we had a major predicament. By the time the car was loaded, there was only room for two people. A driver and someone sitting in the back seat behind the driver.
My husband tried to reshuffle the luggage, but there was simply too much stuff.
I finally suggested, “Cory and I could squeeze back there together.”
“For sixteen hours?” My husband, Alex, asked.
“Well, we will likely have to take more rest stops,” I shrugged.
“Based on your small bladder, that will be the situation regardless,” Alex quipped, always annoyed by how often I made him stop. He was a put the pedal to the metal kind of guy, while my bladder was a stop and smell the roses type of bladder.
I turned to Cory, who was slim like me, “Can you handle sixteen hours cramped beside your old mother?”
“Oh, if I have to,” my son, always sarcastic, responded.
“Be careful with that attitude,” I shot back playfully. “You’re stuck with me for sixteen hours.”
I should note it was a very hot August day and I was wearing a sundress for the drive to stay as comfortable as possible.
We all did one more pee check, which I, of course, did, and Cory and I squeezed into the spot made for one.
Alex asked, using sarcasm too, “Comfy?”
Cory’s elbow poking my breast, I quipped, “Like a cow on a train.”
“Moo,” Cory added, shifting more which led to even more pressure on my left breast.
We were just out of the city, half an hour later, when I said, “This isn’t working.”
“You don’t like being a sardine?” Cory asked, as he stopped reading on his IPad, like I too was trying to do, the kindle app the only app really worth owning.
“Not particularly,” I nodded, as I moved and suggested, “Maybe I can just sit on your lap for a while.”
“Okay,” my son nodded.
I moved onto his lap and sighed, “Now that is much better.”
“Agreed,” Cory said.
“I’m not too heavy on you, am I?” I asked. At forty-six I was still in great shape. I was slim with big breasts, a firm ass and legs. Selling real estate I knew that my looks played a key role in my sales. Sex sells, always has, always will. So I dressed in professional, but sexy business suits or dresses with nylons and four inch heels. My 38d natural breasts always were showcased as I’m pretty sure they helped me close more deals then the actual real estate I was selling.
“No,” he answered, shifting slightly.
As we drove, after a few minutes I noticed two things:
1. Wearing a dress was a bad idea as I was now sitting on my son’s lap, my thin thong the only thing stopping my vagina from being directly on my son.
2. My son’s cock was hard and placed directly under my vagina.
My son, who was rather nerdy in high school, like his father, winning a full ride scholarship to over a dozen colleges, had really blossomed physically by working construction all summer. Gone were his scrawny arms, replaced with impressive muscles. I had complimented him frequently on his summer reformation. My boy had become a man.
Yet now, as we drove on a bumpy section of road that was under construction, I realized my boy had indeed turned into a man as I could feel his definitely erect cock directly under me.
With each bump his hardness rubbed my pussy which, even though I tried to control myself, got me wet. I considered moving, but was worried I would embarrass him if I acted like I could feel his erection. So, instead I tried to control the bouncing by putting my hands on the top of the seat in front of me.
Yet for about ten minutes, which felt like an eternity, my son’s hard-on, thankfully trapped in his shorts, rubbed against my very wet pussy.
Finally, the road smoothed and now his hard cock just rested directly underneath my pussy. I knew I should move, yet I still seemed frozen in place. Partly, because I was worried I would embarrass him if I moved and partly, undeniably, it felt good in the position I was in.
For twenty minutes my pussy rested on his cock, which never shrunk, while talking to my husband as much as I could to distract me from the awkward situation I was in.
Finally, I saw an upcoming rest stop and suggested we stop.
Just as Alex slowed down, I felt the firm flinching of his penis. It flinched three times, each time lifting up ever so slightly into my pussy lips.
I accidentally moaned.
Alex asked, “You okay?”
“I just need to stretch,” I answered, my face burning red at the reality that I was getting horny from sitting on my son.
“I could grab a drink,” my husband nodded, as he pulled into the car stop.
“Me too,” I agreed, suddenly feeling a bit dehydrated.
Once he rolled to a stop, I joked to Cory, “I imagine you are dying for a break, too.”
“No, I was enjoying the ride,” my son answered, yet his tone didn’t imply any sort of sexual innuendo that could have accompanied those words.
My already flushed face went a shade redder as I opened the door and got out. I’m not sure if my face could go redder, but as my son got out and stood up two things were apparent:
1. His erection poking out if his Adidas shorts.
2. A wet spot that was undoubtedly from me.
I turned away and headed to the washroom mortified that my pussy juice was on my son’s shorts. Once inside, I pulled my panties down and couldn’t believe how wet they actually were.
Now I should note I got wet easily and was quite a flooder when I got off. I also had a ferocious sexual appetite that my husband could seldom feed completely… thus I had a variety of sex toys to finish the job he often couldn’t complete. I had a we-vibe, a couple vibrators, anal beads, a butterfly toy that I could wear while out, which was in my purse, and my newest purchase acquisition, a massage vibe… which was literally orgasmic.
Deciding I needed to quell my burning cunt, I leaned against the wall in a stall and began pleasuring myself. Not surprisingly, the half hour plus of accidental teasing had me already revved up and I came in no time at all. My pussy juice leaked down my leg and I awkwardly cleaned myself up with toilet paper.
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