I stepped into the warm shower, letting the water cascade down my body, washing away the stress of packing for our long road trip. The hot water needled my skin, loosening the knots in my shoulders. I reached for my favourite body wash, the lavender scent immediately filling the steamy air. I lathered it in my hands, the creamy foam feeling luxurious against my skin, before gently massaging it onto my breasts. I took a moment to appreciate their fullness, the way they fit perfectly in my hands, the slightly darker, pink areolas that crowned each one. They were a testament to motherhood, a reminder of the life I had nurtured. I rinsed off the suds, watching them swirl down the drain, and moved my hands down to the space between my legs.
I had decided to shave my pussy before the trip. Not sure why, as my husband Richard hasn’t given me any attention down there for a long time. Still, it felt good to feel fresh. I ran my fingers over my pubic hairs, feeling the slight stubble. I soaped my pussy up, the warm water running over my fingers as I worked up a lather. I picked up my razor and started to shave it, carefully gliding it over my skin, until every hair was gone. The smooth, sensitive skin underneath was revealed, glistening pink and vulnerable. It was a small act of self-care, a way to reclaim a part of myself that often felt neglected. I rinsed off one last time, making sure every trace of soap was gone, before stepping out of the shower and wrapping myself in a fluffy towel.
I walked into my bedroom, the air cooler against my damp skin. The room was in disarray, clothes strewn across the bed, testament to the chaotic packing process. I opened my lingerie drawer, pulling out a matching set of lace underwear and a bra. The bra was a push-up style, a little frivolous perhaps, but it made me feel good. It accentuated my cleavage, giving me a little boost of confidence. The underwear was a thong, just barely covering my freshly shaven pussy. I slipped into them, feeling the delicate lace brush against my sensitive skin. It was a far cry from the practical, comfortable underwear I usually wore, but today, I wanted a little something extra for myself. I then pulled out a short red summer dress from my closet. It was a recent purchase, something I had bought on a whim, hoping to recapture some of the carefree spirit of my youth. It was tight-fitting and revealed my toned legs. A long dip neckline, showcasing my cleavage. I slipped it on and looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a rush of confidence, a flicker of the woman I used to be before motherhood and responsibility had taken over. I added a touch of mascara and lip gloss, completing the look.
As I made my way to the car, I realised that there were boxes stacked high in the passenger seat. Richard was meticulously securing them with bungee cords, muttering under his breath about space management. I could see Jamie squashed in the back against the back seat door, looking distinctly uncomfortable.
“Where am I supposed to sit?” I folded my arms, which raised my chest up slightly, making the neckline of my dress dip even lower.
Richard sighed, straightening up and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “Well, we’ve got all the camping supplies in the boot, then the passenger seat is full, Jamie is squashed in the back by the Boxes, so you’re going to have to squeeze in where you can, love.” He looked at me apologetically. “I’m sorry, Sarah, I didn’t realise it would be this tight. I thought we could manage.”
I glanced at Jamie, who was looking at me with a mixture of amusement and what I could only describe as hopeful anticipation. My 18-year-old son, all gangly limbs and awkward charm.
“So… what are you suggesting?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well…” Richard hesitated, “Unless you want to walk, I guess you’ll have to sit on Jamie’s lap?”
I stared at him, speechless. “Are you serious, Richard? On Jamie’s lap? For a six-hour car ride?”
“I don’t mind, Mum,” Jamie chimed in, a grin spreading across his face. “It’s better than you being uncomfortable.”
I could feel my cheeks flushing. The thought of sitting on my son’s lap, in this short dress, for hours on end was… mortifying. But what choice did I have?
“Okay, fine,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. “But if my legs go numb, I’m blaming both of you.”
I cautiously opened the back door and squeezed in next to Jamie, manoeuvring myself until I was perched awkwardly on his thighs. He shifted slightly, trying to make me more comfortable.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, feeling increasingly self-conscious.
“It’s okay, Mum,” he said, his voice sounding a little strained.
Richard started the engine and pulled out of the driveway. As we drove, the initial awkwardness slowly faded, replaced by a sort of resigned acceptance. Jamie and I chatted about his plans for the summer, about his friends, and about the music he was listening to. It was actually quite nice to have his undivided attention for once, away from the distractions of home.
Then, we hit a pothole. The car jolted violently, and I lost my balance, my ass bouncing against Jamie’s crotch.
“Oof,” he groaned, but it sounded more like a moan.
My face burned. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I stammered, trying to adjust my position.
“It’s fine, Mum, really,” he said quickly, his cheeks flushed.
A few minutes later, we hit another bump, and the same thing happened. This time, I could feel something… harder… pressing against my backside.
I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. There was no mistaking it. Jamie was… aroused. My son was getting turned on by me sitting on his lap.
I tried to shift again, subtly, hoping to alleviate the situation, but it only seemed to make things worse. I could feel the pressure intensifying, his erection straining against my dress.
The silence in the car was deafening. I could feel Jamie’s breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I didn’t dare look at him, afraid of what I might see in his eyes.
Richard, oblivious to the drama unfolding in the back seat, was humming along to the radio.
“Are you okay back there?” he asked casually.
“Fine,” I managed to squeak out, my voice barely a whisper. “Just… fine.”
We hit another pothole.
I closed my eyes tightly, bracing myself for the inevitable. This time, there was no mistaking the distinct pressure, the unmistakable heat emanating from below.
“Jamie,” I hissed, barely audible. “Jamie, we need to stop.”
“I… I can’t help it, Mum,” he whispered back, his voice thick with embarrassment and something else… something I couldn’t quite decipher.
The discomfort was becoming unbearable, both physically and emotionally. I imagined Richard’s reaction if he knew what was happening behind him. Shame washed over me, followed by a bizarre cocktail of guilt, fear, and a strange, unsettling curiosity. My pussy was beginning to get wet inside my knickers. My poor neglected cunt was seeping.
“Just… just try to relax,” I said, my voice trembling. “Think about something else. I can… feel it, big boy.”
He let out a soft moan, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. Then we hit a bigger hole in the road. The jolt was intense, and my body slammed against his, the contact sending a surge of heat through me. I heard Jamie gasp, a strangled sound that was almost painful to hear. It wasn’t his fault; he’s a guy, and with me rubbing and bouncing on his crotch didn’t help. Why was I getting wetter?
I looked over my shoulder at him, “I take it it’s not going away.”
He turned his head a little to the side, avoiding eye contact, but I saw a slight nod. His ears were bright red. I could not contain my words or thoughts anymore. “Jamie, tell me if it’s hurting you or if you are uncomfortable.” My tone was concerned, yet I held a slight flirtatious undertone.
He finally looked up, his eyes wide and apologetic. “No, Mum, it’s not hurting. It’s just… embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing for both of us,” I said softly, a hint of understanding in my voice. “But we’re stuck like this for a while. We have to figure out how to get rid of your… problem.”
Jamie looked at me with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and a little bit of lust. “Is there even anything we can do?”
“I don’t know,” I confessed, my mind racing. “But we can’t just sit here like this for the next five hours. Do you have any ideas?”
“There is only one way to get rid of it… But it is not doable here.” He said, embarrassed as I felt it throb against me.
Richard continued to hum along, completely oblivious. I bit my lip, my mind spinning. Jamie’s “one way” was painfully obvious and utterly impossible. Masturbating in the backseat while my husband drove and my mother sat atop him was beyond the realm of conceivable actions. Besides, we couldn’t have him cumshot all over. The only thing was, what if he used me… No, what am I saying, Richard is right there.
“Can you even see us, Richard?” I said as he looked through the rearview mirror.
“Haha, only your heads,” he could only see our heads. What if I ask him to turn the radio up?
My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of dread and a strange, forbidden excitement coursing through me. The idea of actually doing something… anything… to alleviate Jamie’s predicament, and perhaps my own growing arousal, was terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure.
“Richard,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Could you turn the radio up a bit? I can barely hear it back here.”
Richard obliged, turning up the radio and effectively drowning out any sounds that might arise from the back seat. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to do. I looked at Jamie, who was staring at me with a mixture of shock and anticipation. I reached down, placing my hand gently on his thigh. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, the tension in his muscles.
I raised up off his knee for a moment as I put my hand up my dress and slid down my damp knickers. I looked over my shoulder at Jamie.
His eyes widened in shock. I gave him a small smile, a silent promise of what was to come.
“Okay, Jamie,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the music. “Here’s the deal. We’re going to be discreet. This is our little secret, okay? Get it out, and when you have, then lower me down onto it.” I turned back around, staring at the rearview mirror, my heart beating fast. Am I really doing this?
I felt Jamie shift beneath me, a subtle movement as he discreetly manoeuvred his hands to get his strained cock out.
“Okay,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with his hands on my hips bringing me down, “Okay, Mum. I’m ready.”
I swallowed hard, the reality of the situation hitting me full force. This was insane. I was about to straddle my son’s erection in the backseat of a car while my husband drove, completely oblivious. But there was no turning back now. I had started this, and I needed to see it through. I started to get aroused as I put myself down on him.
Slowly, carefully, I lowered myself onto Jamie, guiding myself until I felt the head of his throbbing cock at the entrance to my wet pussy. It was hot, and thick, and felt way bigger than it should. I felt the tip probing at my sensitive lips, and a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine. This was so wrong, but it felt so… right. I glanced up at the rearview mirror, my eyes meeting Richard’s. He was smiling, oblivious to the heat building up in the back seat. I forced a smile back, trying to look nonchalant.
Then, with a deep breath, I lowered myself the rest of the way. I gasped as he stretched me open, filling me. He was so hard, so big, and it felt incredible. A wave of pleasure washed over me, easing the discomfort and replacing it with something… more. I was surprised at how amazing it felt, even in this ridiculously awkward situation.
I took a deep breath, trying to control my breathing. I started to move, just a little at first, rocking back and forth, getting used to the sensation. Jamie groaned softly, his hands tightening on my hips. I could feel him shuddering beneath me, trying to contain himself.
“Easy,” I whispered, my voice husky. “Just relax. Let me do the work.”
I increased the pace, my hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. I could feel the heat building between us, the tension mounting with each stroke. Jamie’s breathing became more ragged, his body trembling with each thrust. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling, on the incredible sensation of being filled by my son.
I moved faster, my hips swivelling as I rode him, the wet sounds of our coupling echoing in the backseat. I could feel Jamie’s cock throbbing inside me, his balls slapping against my clit with each pump of my hips. It was intense, overwhelming, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Mmm, fuck, Mum,” Jamie groaned, his voice strained. “You feel so good.”
I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan. “Oh, Jamie,” I panted, my voice barely audible over the music as my hands held the passenger seat headrest. Using it as leverage so I could ride him.
“You feel good, honey. Are you going to cum soon?”
“Ahh, that feels good, rock more mum. Nowhere near cumin. I am enjoying it.” He moaned as I twerked my cunt against him as his cock slid slowly in and out. “I wish I could bend you over the seat in front of you and bang your hole am so fucking horny mum.”
“You know we can’t… we will get caught,” I turned my head over my shoulder as I tried to rock faster, as I looked at his face.
My breath hitched, his words igniting a fresh wave of desire within me. “Don’t even joke about that,” I gasped, but the thrill in my voice betrayed my feigned disapproval. “We’re pushing it enough as it is. But… God, I wish we could too.” The thought of him bending me over, taking me from behind, sent a jolt of heat through me, even in this precarious situation.
I did rock faster, matching his unspoken need. My hips churned against his, grinding my clit against his hard ridge with each thrust. I watched Richard in the rearview mirror, his head bobbing slightly to the beat of the music, completely absorbed in his world. He glanced at the mirror now and then, but his eyes never lingered on me for more than a fleeting moment. It was like we were invisible to him, shrouded in our secret world in the backseat.
“Oh, Mum,” Jamie moaned again, his head thrown back against the seat. “Faster… yes, like that.” His hands tightened even more on my hips, guiding me, urging me on.
I obliged, the rhythm intensifying, the sounds of our bodies muffled by the music, yet deafening in my ears. Each slide was slick and wet, the pleasure building relentlessly. I glanced again in the mirror, my eyes flicking to Richard’s. Still nothing. Just humming along, the oblivious husband. The risk was intoxicating, the forbidden nature of it all amplifying the sensations tenfold.
“Are you close?” I whispered, my voice thick with lust and exertion. My own orgasm was beginning to build, a delicious pressure coiling in my core.
“Nearly… almost there,” Jamie panted, his body tense beneath me. “Just… a little… more.”
I moved my hands digging into his thighs as I lift myself up and down on his cock. While I look over my shoulder at him, “You like that baby?”
“Mum… Mum…” he groaned, his body arching beneath me.
“Yes, Jamie, yes! Let me ride that cock, baby boy!” I moaned, my pussy clenching around him as I impaled myself on his thick shaft again and again.
As I rode him, lost in the moment, the car hit another pothole, and Jamie’s cock slammed into me hard. The sudden, intense sensation sent me over the edge. I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. My pussy spasmed around him, milking his cock as I shook and trembled, my body convulsing in pleasure as I soaked and drenched his balls. At the same time, Jamie let out a strangled groan, his own climax hitting him like a freight train. I felt his cock pulse inside me, hot seed spurting deep within my womb as he emptied himself into me.
We both remained still for a moment, catching our breaths, the aftershocks of our shared climax still rippling through us. My heart hammered in my chest, not just from the orgasm, but from the sheer audacity of what we were doing.
I lifted myself slightly, breaking the seal between our bodies for a moment, his cock limp fell out of me. I pulled my knickers back up. I looked over my shoulder as he tucked his cock away and I sat back down on his lap.
“Is that better?” I said, slowly getting my breath back.
“Much better,” Jamie whispered, his voice still thick with spent pleasure. He shifted slightly beneath me, adjusting his clothes. “Thank you, Mum.”
“You’re welcome,” I replied, my voice a little breathless still. I leaned my head back against the seat, closing my eyes for a moment to gather myself. The radio was playing some upbeat pop song, completely at odds with the seismic shift that had just occurred in the back of this car. I could feel Jamie’s weight still pressing against me, though he was no longer hard. It was strange, the intimacy we had just shared, followed by this… this nothingness. Except it wasn’t anything. Everything had changed.
I opened my eyes and glanced at Jamie again. He was looking down, fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt. His cheeks were still flushed, but a small smile played on his lips. He looked… different. More mature, somehow. Or maybe it was just my perception of him that had changed.
“Are you… Are you okay?” I asked softly, tracing the pattern of the seat fabric with my finger.
“Okay, yeah,” Jamie said, still not meeting my gaze. “Just… a lot to process, I guess. I feel like a dirty pervert.”
I reached out and gently took his hand. His skin was warm, faintly damp. “Jamie,” I began, my voice soft but firm, “don’t say that. It wasn’t like that. We were… in a strange situation. We were helping each other.”
He finally looked up at me, his eyes searching mine. “But Mum… It’s wrong, isn’t it? What we just did.”
His honesty tugged at something within me. Yes, by societal standards, it was wrong. But in that moment, in the heat of the moment, all those rules and norms had faded away. I searched for the right words, something to bridge the gap between societal taboo and our shared experience.
“It’s complicated, Jamie,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “It’s not… normal, no. But it happened. And we dealt with a really uncomfortable situation. We helped each other. And…” I paused, trying to articulate the confusing mix of emotions swirling within me, “and I won’t lie, Jamie. It felt… good. In a way I didn’t expect.”
He blinked, looking surprised by my honesty. “It felt… good for you too?” He seemed to need confirmation, perhaps to justify his feelings.
I nodded, a slight blush creeping up my neck despite myself. “Yes, Jamie. It did. It felt… intense. And… connected.” Connected was the closest word I could find to describe the strange, undeniable bond we had just forged in that cramped backseat.
Silence fell between us, broken only by the hum of the car and the distant music from the radio. Richard was still happily oblivious, singing along softly to the song. The normalcy of his behaviour felt surreal against the backdrop of what had just transpired. It was like we were living in two separate realities.
Jamie was still looking at me, his expression thoughtful. “So… what now?” The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Now… we try to pretend this didn’t happen?” The words felt hollow even as I said them. Pretending seemed impossible. This wasn’t something you could easily erase.
Jamie shook his head slowly. “I don’t think we can pretend, Mum. Not really.”
He was right. The truth of it settled like a weight in the car, heavy and undeniable. We had crossed a line, irrevocably changed something between us. Whether that was for better or worse, I didn’t know. All I knew was that the comfortable, familiar dynamic we had shared before was gone. Replaced by… what?
“No,” I agreed softly, meeting his gaze. “We can’t pretend. But we can be discreet. This is our secret, Jamie. Just ours. We don’t talk about it to anyone. Ever. Do you understand?”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah, Mum. I understand.”
“And…” I hesitated, unsure how to navigate this delicate territory. “And we need to figure out what this means for us. Where do we go from here?”
Jamie looked down again, picking at a loose thread on his jeans. “I don’t know, Mum. I really don’t.”
Neither did I. But the journey home stretched ahead of us, filled with unspoken tension and a secret that bound us together in a way I could never have imagined. The radio played on, oblivious to the silent earthquake that had just shaken our world. As we drove on, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were entering uncharted territory, a place where the rules were different, and the consequences unknown. And a small, forbidden part of me, despite the shock and the guilt, was also… curious. Terrified, but curious. What would become of us now? What would become of me?