The morning sun shone brightly through the window, illuminating the cluttered room. Mark, an 18-year-old boy, was rushing around, trying to pack his things for his upcoming college dorm move-in. His father, a 62-year-old man with greying hair, was in the living room, meticulously organizing the car for the long road trip ahead.
Meanwhile, in her bedroom, Mark’s mother, a 51-year-old woman with a voluptuous figure, was getting ready after a long shower. She had just dropped her towel, revealing her bare breasts. Mark accidentally walked in, and his eyes widened in shock and embarrassment as he saw his mother’s naked body.
“Oh, Mark! I’m so sorry, I didn’t hear you come in,” she exclaimed, quickly covering her chest and private areas with her arm and hand.
Mark stuttered out an apology and quickly backed out of the room, his face red with embarrassment. He couldn’t believe he had just seen his mother naked. He tried to shake the image from his mind as he finished packing his bags.
When his mother was finally ready, she emerged from her room wearing a red summer dress that hugged her curves and showed off her ample cleavage. Mark couldn’t help but stare at her as she walked towards the car.
“Oh dear,” she said, looking at the crammed car. “It looks like there’s no room for me.”
Mark’s father looked up from his organizing and sighed. “I’m sorry, honey. It’s just too tight of a fit with all of Mark’s stuff.”
Mark’s mother looked at him, a determined look in her eyes. “Well, I’m not going to let that stop us. Mark, why don’t you sit in the back, and I’ll sit on your lap for the ride.”
“Ok Mom,” he said as he got in and she followed as she sat on his lap unknowingly pressing her ass against his crotch as she faced forward.
Mark’s heart raced as he felt his mother’s body against his. He could feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress, and he couldn’t help but notice the way her curves fit perfectly against him. He glanced over at his father, who seemed oblivious to the situation and focused on the road ahead.
As the car began to move, Mark’s mother let out a little sigh of contentment, causing her ass to press even harder against his crotch. Mark couldn’t help but let out a little moan as he felt his body respond to her touch. He felt a stirring in his pants, and he hoped his mother wouldn’t notice.
But as time passed, it became harder and harder for Mark to hide his growing arousal. Her ass was rubbing against his dick, and he could feel the length of his shaft resting against the crack of her bum through the dress. He tried to shift his weight, to create some distance between them, but there was nowhere for him to go.
Mark’s mother must have felt it too, because she turned to him with a questioning look in her eyes. “Is everything alright, Mark?” she asked, her voice low and soft.
Mark’s face burned with embarrassment as he realized she knew. “I’m sorry, Mom,” he stammered. “I can’t help it. You’re just so close. You… you made me hard rubbing against my…”
His mother’s eyes widened in surprise, but then she smiled softly at him. “It’s okay, Mark. I understand. You’re a young man, and I’m a woman. It’s natural for you to have… urges.”
Mark gulped, unsure of how to respond. He couldn’t believe his mother was being so understanding about the situation. He had always seen her as a strict and proper parent, not someone who would talk about “urges” and such.
His mother must have noticed his discomfort because she reached up and gently stroked his cheek. “It’s okay, Mark. Really,” she said. “I’m not mad or disappointed. I just want you to be comfortable.”
Mark nodded, still feeling embarrassed but also grateful for his mother’s understanding. He took a deep breath and tried to focus on something else, anything else, to take his mind off of the situation.
But it was difficult, especially as the car hit bumps in the road and his mother’s ass slammed against his crotch his dick throbbed against her ass. “Ahhh fuck.”
Mark tried to stifle his moan, but it was no use. His mother’s ass was rubbing against his cock most deliciously, and he couldn’t help the sounds that escaped his lips. He glanced over at his father, who still seemed oblivious to the situation, and focused on the road ahead.
Mark’s mother must have felt his discomfort because she turned to him with a knowing smile. The car hit another pothole and he moaned. “It’s okay, Mark,” she whispered. “I know this is a bit… awkward for you. I can feel it, is it uncomfortable for you? Feels like you desperately want relief, honey. I would help if I could but I am your mom and I don’t want to make a mess in the car with your you know white stuff. But you need my help don’t you.”
Mark’s heart raced as his mother spoke to him, her breath warm against his ear. He couldn’t believe what she was suggesting. But as she continued to move against him, he knew that he needed some sort of release.
“Mom, I-” he started to protest, but she cut him off.
“Shh, it’s okay. I’ll be quick,” she said, reaching down between them and unzipping his pants. “Only thing is you will have to let me put it in my… you know. But we need to be quiet, lucky your dad only can see our heads through the mirror with all this stuff around us.”
She slightly lifted of his knee and pulled her dress up a bit and pulled her panties to the side. She held his dick up and while still facing forward she slowly sank down.
Mark couldn’t believe what was happening. He felt his mother’s warm, wet heat envelop him as she slowly lowered herself onto his lap. He let out a soft moan as she began to move up and down, her ass rubbing against him in all the right ways.
His mother’s hand was still covering her mouth, muffling any sounds that might escape. Mark did his best to stay quiet, but it was difficult as his mother’s movements became more and more intense. He couldn’t help but let out the occasional moan, his body betraying his attempts at discretion.
But his father remained oblivious, focused on the road ahead as the miles flew by. Mark couldn’t believe that they were having sex in the back of the car, with his father just a few feet away.
She looked back over her shoulder as she kept riding him, “y-you ok, ah god Mark you’re big.”
“Fuck mom, your pussy feels so good, tell dad to turn… umm turn the radio up,” Mark said as he moaned.
Mark’s mother gave a small nod and called out to his father, “Honey, why don’t you turn the radio up a bit? I can barely hear it back here.”
His father obliged, turning up the volume and effectively drowning out any sounds that might have given them away. Mark felt a wave of relief wash over him, grateful for his mother’s quick thinking. She continued to ride his cock as the side of her panties rubbed against his shaft.
“Oh, God, Mom!” Mark moaned again, the words barely audible over the music.
“Just relax, honey. You’re doing great,” she whispered back, her voice thick with desire. “Just a little longer.”
Mark could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his body tense and trembling. He gripped his mother’s hips tightly, trying to control his movements so that they wouldn’t alert his father. But it was no use. As his climax approached, he lost all control, his body bucking and thrusting against his mother’s.
“Mom…I, I ahhhh,” Mark spurted out as he pumped inside her.
Mark’s mother twerked harder on his lap.
Mark lost it. He grabbed her hips and began pumping her hard up and down on his throbbing cock.
“Oh, Mark! Yes, ohhh god, like that, give it to me!” she moaned, her words barely coherent.
He looked her over and whispered in her ear, “You are so hot Mom, I love it like this. Argh am… ungh…”
His mother’s snatch was just too damn tight and wet, dragging up and down his cock, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He released one final, shuddering moan, his body emptying completely, as he pumped repeatedly his young cock inside her.
Mark collapsed back against the seat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He felt a strange mix of relief, guilt, and exhilaration. He couldn’t believe what they had just done. His mother, his mother, had just ridden him in the back of a packed car while his dad drove, completely oblivious.
His mother slowly sat up, smoothing down her dress and adjusting her panties. She gave him a small, secretive smile. “Well, that was… interesting,” she said softly, her cheeks flushed. “Are you feeling better now, honey?”
Mark nodded, still trying to catch his breath. “Yeah, Mom. Thanks.” He didn’t know what else to say. What could he say?
She gently reached down and tucked his now limp cock away and zipped up his pants. “Just try to relax for the rest of the ride, okay?” she whispered. “And don’t worry, this will be our little secret.” She leaned back against the seat and faced forward, looking as composed as if nothing had happened.
Mark stared at the back of his father’s head, the reality of the situation sinking in. He had just had sex with his mother. In a car. While his father drove. The absurdity of it all almost made him laugh, but the guilt quickly squashed the urge. What kind of person does that? What kind of mother allows that?
He glanced at his mother, who was now calmly looking out the window. She looked… peaceful. Almost content. Was she really okay with this? Was this something she had wanted? Had she been as turned on as he was?
Mark’s mind raced with questions and doubts, but he knew he couldn’t voice them now. Not with his father so close. So instead, he just sat there, staring out the window and trying to process everything that had just happened.
The rest of the car ride was uneventful, with his father chatting away about college and dorm life. Mark nodded along, pretending to listen, but his thoughts were consumed by what had happened in the backseat. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way his mother’s body had felt against his, the way she had moved on top of him, the sounds she had made.
As they finally pulled up to the dorm, Mark’s mother turned to him with a soft smile. “Well, here we are,” she said, her voice warm and gentle. “Are you ready to start your new adventure, sweetheart?”
Mark nodded, his mind still reeling from their earlier encounter. “Yeah, I think so,” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. His father turned around in his seat, grinning broadly. “I’m so proud of you, son. Your mother and I can’t wait to see all the amazing things you’ll accomplish here.”
Mark forced a smile, feeling a pang of guilt at the pride in his father’s eyes. If only he knew what had happened just hours before. His mother opened the car door and stepped out, smoothing down her dress. “Let’s get you settled in, shall we?” she said, her tone casual and normal, as if the entire ride hadn’t been a secret tryst.
Mark stepped out of the car, his legs feeling shaky as he stood on the pavement. He looked around at the bustling campus, students rushing to and from classes, laughing and chatting with friends. It all seemed so normal, so ordinary. And yet, here he was, his mind still reeling from the most extraordinary thing that had ever happened to him.
His mother walked over to him, a small smile playing on her lips. “Let’s go get your key and find your room,” she said, linking her arm through his. Mark nodded, letting her guide him towards the dorm building. His father followed behind, chatting away about the best study habits and the importance of making new friends.
As they walked, Mark couldn’t help but steal glances at his mother. She looked the same as always – elegant and poised, her red dress hugging her curves in all the right places. But now, he saw her in a whole new light.