We spent the last hours packing the car on Sunday morning. Our son Tony, my husband, and I were sweaty loading up the car until we finally finished. The trunk was complete, the front seat was taken, and the back seat would fit slightly more. Tony went back into the house to get the last of his things. When he came out, he said, “Mum, are you sure there isn’t anything else I can take?”
I looked at him and laughed. “You don’t have any room left. I still don’t know how we will fit inside the car”. “Mum, please, just let me bring this one thing.” He held out a box of papers, magazines, DVDs, and other random things. It was about twenty inches long and ten wide. “Tony, what’s that? You know there isn’t space left in the car.”
He stood there with the box in his arms, looking at me like a lost puppy. “Please, mum, I need them.” As if hearing my thoughts, he added, “If I leave it here, someone will steal it.”
I looked at my husband, who shrugged his shoulders. “Fine, but I’m driving…”. I looked at my husband in disbelief and asked, “But what about me? Where am I going to sit?”. The front seat was full of luggage, and there was only room for one and a half people in the back seat. “With this box, how am I supposed to fit inside the car?”.
“It’s OK, mum, you can sit on my lap for a while,” Tony said. “No way, son, it’s almost two hours’ travel, you won’t stand me….” I replied to him, shaking my head.
“Mum, two hours isn’t that much. Besides, you almost don’t weigh anything.”, he said, trying to convince me.
“Oh god, OK. Let’s go….” I just accepted and returned to our house to shower quickly. It was 90 degrees outside, and I was sweating as hell.
My shower didn’t take long. Since I would sit on my son’s lap for two hours, I looked to wear something comfortable. I wasn’t wearing jeans or any pants, too hot to wear tight clothes. I went through my wardrobe and found a summer dress I had bought. It was the short type with sleeveless arms. It buttoned up in the back. I got it and put it on. When I finished buttoning it up, I felt my bra pushing my breasts too tightly. I took it off, removed my bra, and put the dress back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn’t need a bra. Even at almost on my forty, my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pair of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. “For a mother of an eighteen-year-old son, I still rocked. I smiled to myself.
I went downstairs, closed and locked the front door, and headed for the car. My husband and my son were already inside. I opened the car’s door, sat on Tony’s lap, and swung my legs into the car. I looked down and noticed my dress barely covered my thighs. It rode up pretty high. My son was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the car door. We started driving.
“Honey, can you see back here?” I asked my husband.
“Sure, babe, I can perfectly see the rear view and your smiling heads. Are you OK back there?” he asked me back.
I nodded and smiled back at him.
After a few minutes, we started our travel, and I felt a bit uncomfortable. I felt something hard hitting my ass cheeks and tried to move around. I couldn’t do anything. I was stuck in place.
I was just wondering, “What am I sitting on? Why is it so hard? Is it a rock or something?” when suddenly I noticed something hard poking between my butt cheeks. I froze. What was that? I looked down and saw my son’s cock. It was sticking out from his shorts. His dick was hard. I looked at my husband. He was watching the road. I looked at my son. He was looking straight ahead, pretending nothing was happening.
I discreetly kept staring at his dick. I was amazed by its size. It was bigger than I expected, bigger than his father’s. And it was pointing towards my pussy. It was right there! Right in front of me! I could see the tip of his penis touching my butt. I was shocked. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was sitting in my son’s lap, and his dick was rubbing against my body. I was starting to feel horny.
My son was looking straight ahead, not pretending he was concentrating on anything unimportant. I was thinking, “How did this happen? How is it possible? This is my son!” I was getting wet. I couldn’t help it. I spread my legs a little. I was now feeling his stiff cock pressing against my pussy lips. I was getting excited. I was breathing heavier. My nipples were poking hard. I was starting to get aroused.
“Are you OK, son? Is mum hurting you?” my husband asked.
“No, dad, mum is fine. Are you OK, mum? You’re trembling.” my son replied.
“Yes, I’m fine. It’s just that I’ve never done this before. I mean… I’ve never been in such a situation. I don’t know what to do.” I answered him, trying to sound calm.
I was getting wet and very horny. I spread my legs wanting him to caress me. My son started playing with my hair. He was stroking it softly. I liked that. It made me relax. I was enjoying his touch. I was beginning to get used to it.
“Mum, you should try to move your legs around a little. That might make it easier for you to sit in my lap,” my son suggested.
“OK, I’ll try,” I replied. I moved my legs a little, and I felt his cock sliding between them. I was surprised by the sensation. I was feeling his hard dick touching my pussy lips closely. I was getting wetter. I was breathing heavily. My nipples were getting hard.
I got my son’s hands and led them into my hips. I felt his fingers running along my inner thigh. I was getting more excited. I wasn’t concerned if he was my son or anyone else. I wanted to feel his fingers caressing me inside my pussy. I hoped he would slide his hand under my dress and start fingering me.
I was breathing heavily. I was starting to feel dizzy and feeling horny with him. I needed something inside me. I got his hands and slid them closer to my pussy lips. I was now feeling his fingers touching the entrance of my pussy. I was breathing heavier. I was getting incredibly wetter. I know he was enjoying too.
“Are you guys OK over there?” my husband asked.
“Yes, everything is fine. Just making some small moves,” I replied.
“Well, we better keep going. I don’t want to be late.” my husband said.
“Yeah, let’s go,” I replied, looking at my son. He smiled at me while fingering my pussy. It was just a matter of a couple of minutes. I was feeling his fingers inside my pussy. I was getting hornier and hornier. I was so fucking horny. It was incredible. My son was fingering me in the back seat. I was sitting on his lap, his hard dick was pressed between my butt, and his fingers were in me. It was the most bizarre and incredible moment in my life.
I was trying to hold back. I didn’t want to cum so quickly. I was holding his hand away from me and pushing it back. But I couldn’t stop him because it was his cock that I was sitting on. He was slowly but surely finger fucking me. My pussy was soaking wet, and my panties were dripping.
“Let’s go, mum. Move yourself a little bit, please,” my son said.
“Oh yes. You got me stuck here…” I replied.
I was trying to move around in the car but wasn’t having much luck. Tony’s big cock was blocking my movement. It was in the way. I was sitting on it. It was pressing my pussy lips. I was getting really horny as hell. I tried to move it a little, but it wouldn’t budge. I was starting to panic. I was desperate. I needed him inside me.
I looked at my husband. He looked back at me and smiled. He had no idea what was happening in the back seat. “I can’t….” I tried to explain to him, “it’s stuck.”
“Don’t worry, mum. I think I have an idea”, Tony replied. He put his left arm on the car seat and his right hand on his crotch. “Just let me push it forward so that you can move.”
I looked at him and saw how he was trying to pull himself towards me with his left arm and pushing his dick with his right hand. His dick was sticking out of his shorts. “Please…” I begged. “You are going to hurt yourself.” I looked at my husband again. “It will be OK.” “Please…” I begged again. “I’m begging you…”. I was breathing heavier. “Just give it a try…” I added.
My son took his dick from his shorts and placed it on my thigh. I saw how his dick head was rubbing my leg. His dick head felt soft. It was a nice feeling. I looked down, seeing how the tip of his dick touched my pussy lips. It was right there! Right in front of me! I was going crazy. I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening.
“Oh my god!” I gasped when suddenly I felt his dick head entering my pussy lips. It was unbelievable. It was happening! I couldn’t believe it! I was sitting on my son’s lap, and his dick was inside my pussy! My juices were dripping between our bodies, wetting the car seat. My nipples were hard as rocks, and my panties were aside my pussy, soaked with my juices.
“Move your legs around, mom,” Tony said. I started moving my legs around. My pussy was opening up for his cock. It was going deeper inside me. It felt good. It was amazing! I couldn’t believe that this was happening. It felt great! It felt fantastic! It felt wonderful! I was going crazy. My body was shaking. My nipples were hard as diamonds, and my pussy was wet and wide opened, waiting to be penetrated.
“Are you OK, mum?” my husband asked.
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly, “I am just sitting too long.” I continued to move my legs around, letting his cock slip in and out of my pussy. I was breathing heavier. I was feeling the need for something inside me. I wanted more.
“Mum, try to relax. It won’t take long.” my son whispered in my ear. He started stroking my hair. I liked that. He was stroking gently. I was beginning to get used to it. He started caressing my arms, playing with my hands. I was enjoying his touch.
“Mum, we’re almost there,” Tony said. He stopped playing with my hands and started caressing my breast. He started pinching my nipple between two fingers. I liked that a lot. He started playing with my other nipple too. I was moaning softly.
“We’re almost there, mum.” He repeated, “just a little bit longer.”
I was feeling his dick sliding up and down my pussy. It was feeling so good. His fingers were massaging my tits, and I was feeling so horny. His cock was hitting my pussy lips every time he moved his hips. I moved my hips to fit myself and got his dick inside me. It was so deep inside me. I couldn’t believe it. This is my own son’s cock. He is fucking me in this car, with his daddy driving us. It was incredible! I was feeling so horny! My pussy was so wet! I felt his fingers running through my pubic hair. I loved it! I was all wet, and I was ready to cum. It took some up-and-down movements, and I was cumming! My son was fucking me in the back seat of our car. I was cumming hard! I almost bite my tongue, hiding my moaning sounds from my husband.
“You like it, mum? Are you having fun?” Tony asked, teasing me a little bit.
“Yes, yes, ahh!” I answered, trying to stay quiet. “I’m having so much fun.” I continued, “I have never done anything like this before.”
I was breathing heavily, and I couldn’t stop moaning. My husband looked at me, and he smiled. There were no clues for him to understand that our son was fucking me in the back seat of his car. I kept moving my legs around, letting my son’s cock slide in and out of my pussy. My pussy lips stretched by his big dick. He squeezed my hips, and I realized he was about to cum. I pushed his hands away from my tits and rode his cock like a cowgirl. He held my waist, and I bounced on his dick, driving him crazy.
He squeezed my body and groaned softly. I felt my pussy wet with my son’s semen. I was cumming again. I had an orgasm from my son’s cock inside me. My son’s dick was still inside me, and we were jerking off together. We had a mutual orgasm while the father was sitting before us. It was fantastic. I loved it.
I kept riding my son’s dick until it was completely soft. We were both panting hard. I bent over to pick up my panties that ended up on the car’s floor mat. When I turned around, I saw my son putting his dick into his shorts. My husband was driving and didn’t realize what we were doing in the car’s back seat. We both looked at each other and smiled. For the rest of our trip, I got caresses on my nipples and felt so good. I thought I couldn’t wait to visit my son during the college breaks.