As I settled myself onto Carl’s lap, I felt a slight breeze against my legs, reminding me of the short summer dress I had chosen to wear. I had even taken the daring step of removing my panties, something I hadn’t done since before my marriage. I glanced down at my son, his face a picture of discomfort, and I felt a pang of guilt.
“Is it truly alright for you to be sitting on Carl’s lap, Marie?” Mark asked, concern etched on his face.
“Yes, Mark, it’s alright, as long as you don’t drive like a maniac,” I yelled back, unable to keep the edge out of my voice.
Mark could be so foolish sometimes. He had packed far too much gear, and now I had to sit on my 19-year-old son’s lap. At least I wouldn’t be too hot.
I glanced down at Carl, taking in the way his t-shirt clung to his muscular arms, the way his jeans hugged his thighs. I felt a flutter in my chest as I realized how handsome he had become.
“Sweetie, are you going to be alright with your Mum sitting on your lap? I know this isn’t the most comfortable situation,” I said, trying to keep my voice light.
“It’s alright Mum,” Carl replied, “as long as you don’t lean on one side too much, I should be all right.”
My brave boy, willing to sacrifice his comfort for me. I should find something to buy him while we were on holiday.
As the car began to move, I felt a strange sensation against my bottom. I shifted left and right, trying to dislodge it.
“Mum, stop that,” Carl said, his voice tinged with embarrassment.
My cheeks turned red. It must be my son’s penis, oh dear. Now I couldn’t stop thinking about my own son’s penis poking me.
You see, I hadn’t had sex in months, ever since my husband had said I should stop acting like a slut and more like a respectable lady. Well, fuck him, women have needs, asshole.
Just then, Mark, still oblivious, drove over a large bump in the road.
“OOMPF!” I yelped, as the car bounced high. My body lifted off Carl’s lap for a split second, and then came down with a soft thump against his cock.
As the car drove on, I felt Carl’s hard cock rubbing against my pussy through the thin fabric of my dress. I couldn’t help the sigh that escaped my lips as I leaned back against him, closing my eyes and letting the sensation wash over me.
“Marie, are you okay?” Mark asked, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.
“I’m fine, dear,” I said, smiling sweetly at him as I grind down against Carl’s cock. “Just enjoying the ride.”
I felt a twinge of guilt at the lie, but I couldn’t help myself. It had been so long since I had felt anything like this, since I had felt desired. And even though it was my own son whose cock was pressed against me, I couldn’t help the way my body responded.
As the car bounced along the bumpy road, I felt Carl’s hard cock rubbing against my pussy. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips as I ground down against him, feeling him grow harder beneath me.
I looked over my shoulder and Carl’s face blushed and I took a deep breath and I said, “Do you want me to… you know help you it that.”
He looked at me puzzled, “W-what do you mean.”
“Well, sweetie,” I said, my voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone, leaning back slightly so my bottom settled even more firmly against him, “you’ve got a rather… prominent situation going on down there. And it must be terribly uncomfortable for you, pressed against me like this. I just thought, perhaps there’s something I could do to, you know, ease your discomfort. Just say the word. Trust me you be helping me out too.”
“Ok,” he said shyly as I raised my bum a little. I put my hand up my dress and pulled my knickers to the side. I felt under me as I took his hard cock out, I kept an eye on the rearview mirror as I lowered my pussy onto his cock. His precum thick mushroom head parted my labia as I sank down on him.
A gasp escaped Carl’s lips, a sharp intake of breath as my weight settled fully upon him. The heat of his cock, fully engorged, immediately filled me, a sensation so raw and primal it made my head spin. It had been so long. Too long. The friction of the thin fabric of my dress against his slick skin was exquisite, and I felt my own wetness respond instantly, a cascade of desire washing over me.
“M-Mum,” Carl stammered, his voice choked, a mix of shock and something else – pleasure? – warring in his tone. I could feel his hips instinctively buck slightly beneath me, a desperate, unconscious reaction.
“Shhh, sweetie,” I whispered, leaning back slightly, my voice a husky murmur that I barely recognized as my own. My eyes fluttered closed for a moment, savoring the feeling. The car continued its journey, the gentle sway and bounce of the suspension now working in our favor, providing a subtle, rhythmic grind. Each small bump in the road pushed me down further, eliciting a soft moan from my throat.
I opened my eyes and risked another glance at the rearview mirror. Mark was still focused on the road, humming tunelessly to himself, utterly oblivious. A wave of both relief and a strange, perverse thrill washed over me. This was our secret, a forbidden dance unfolding in the backseat of a family car.
Carl’s hands, which had been resting on his own thighs, now instinctively moved, one hand gripping the armrest, the other hovering uncertainly near my hip. I could feel his body trembling slightly beneath me, a tremor that resonated deep within my own core.
“Is this better, dear?” I murmured, deliberately rocking my hips just a fraction, eliciting another sharp inhale from him. “Don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” The words were a blatant lie, dripping with a double meaning that only we could understand.
He couldn’t answer, only let out a low, guttural sound, his head falling back against the seat. I felt his erection throbbing inside me, thick and hot, and a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure swept through me. My body hummed, alive in a way it hadn’t been in years. The guilt was there, a distant hum beneath the roar of sensation, but for now, the sheer, undeniable release of pent-up desire drowned it out.
I shifted again, a slow, deliberate slide that had me wringing every ounce of friction from his length. His breath hitched again, and I felt his fingers clench, his knuckles white. I leaned back into him fully, my bottom pressed against his firm thighs, my head resting against the back of the seat, a small, knowing smile playing on my lips.
“Just enjoying the scenery,” I called out to Mark, a little too loudly, my voice a little too breathy. He grunted in response, still oblivious.
The rhythmic motion of the car, combined with the incredibly intimate friction, was turning my mind into a hazy fog. My hips began to move of their own accord, a slow, circular grind against Carl’s hard length. Each tiny revolution sent shivers through me, a delicious coil of tension building deep inside. I could feel the blood thrumming in my ears, the warmth spreading through my core.
Carl’s body beneath me was taut, rigid. His breathing had become shallow and quick, a series of muffled gasps. I risked another quick peek over my shoulder. Mark was still focused on the road, oblivious, but I saw Carl’s head was now fully reclined against the headrest, his jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead, and his cheeks were flushed a deep crimson. It was a potent mix of pleasure and visible discomfort, and a part of me, the mother part, felt a sharp pang of concern. But the raw, animalistic part of me just wanted more.
“You okay, sweetie?” I whispered, leaning back slightly, my voice laced with a playful huskiness. My hips continued their gentle, hypnotic sway.
He let out a strangled groan, shaking his head almost imperceptibly. “M-Mum… I…” He couldn’t finish the sentence. His hands, still clutching the armrests, were now trembling furiously. I could feel his hips start to press back into me, a tiny, involuntary thrust that sent a jolt through my entire body. He was trying to resist, but his body was betraying him.
A perverse thrill shot through me. My own son, on the verge of release beneath me. It was scandalous, wrong, and yet undeniably exhilarating. The years of neglect, of feeling undesired and unfulfilled, were being swept away by this forbidden torrent.
“It’s alright, Carl,” I murmured, my voice softer now, almost soothing. “Just relax. Let it happen.” I leaned forward slightly, brushing my lips against the top of his ear, pretending to just be resting. “Let Mum make you feel good.”
As if on cue, Mark took a sharp turn onto a winding country road. The car tilted, and I instinctively shifted my weight, pressing down harder onto Carl, grinding against him with renewed urgency. He let out a suppressed cry, almost a whimper, and I felt a sudden, intense throb deep inside me. His hips bucked again, a more deliberate movement this time, and I knew he was close.
My own body was reaching its breaking point. The pressure, the heat, the sheer audacity of the situation – it was all too much, too good. My breath hitched, and I found myself involuntarily arching my back, pressing my vulva even harder against his throbbing shaft.
“Woah, bumpy road ahead, guys!” Mark called out cheerfully, completely unaware of the raging storm behind him.
The words were barely out of his mouth when the car hit a series of small, rapid bumps. Each jolt was a deliberate thrust, a deeper plunge. I squeezed my eyes shut, a gasp tearing from my throat as a wave of pure, unadulterated sensation crashed over me. My internal muscles clenched, milking him, and I felt Carl’s entire body go rigid beneath me. A muffled groan escaped his lips, a raw, primal sound of release, and I felt the warm gush of his cum flooding inside me.
The shock of it, the heat and volume, was overwhelming. My own orgasm followed milliseconds later, a powerful, shuddering climax that left me breathless and weak. I sagged onto him, my entire body trembling.
For a moment, neither of us moved. The car continued its journey, the engine humming, the road still slightly uneven. I lay against him, chest heaving, the slick warmth inside me a stark, thrilling reminder of what had just happened.
“Everything alright back there?” Mark asked, his voice still cheerful, oblivious.
I took a deep, shaky breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. Carl, beneath me, was still rigid, though I could feel his erection slowly beginning to soften inside me.
“Never better, dear,” I managed to croak out, forcing a smile onto my face as I cautiously opened my eyes. “Just enjoying the… scenic route.”
I lifted a little as his cock flopped out of my well fucked hole. I adjusted my knickers and dress and waited for him to tuck his dick away. I than sat back into his knee, “Better love.”
“Yes, thank you mum,” he said smirking at me.
As the car continued along the winding country road, I sat there, my heart still racing, my body tingling with the aftermath of our secret encounter. Carl’s scent clung to me, a musky reminder of what we had just shared. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, taking in his flushed cheeks and slightly dazed expression. He looked like a different boy than the one who had started this journey.
Mark was still oblivious, humming along to a tune on the radio.The tension in the car was palpable, but for a different reason now. Every bump in the road sent a shiver through me, a phantom sensation of Carl’s touch.
“So,” I said casually, turning to Mark, “how much further to the cottage?”
“Not far now,” he replied cheerfully.” Should be there in about twenty minutes.”
Twenty minutes. Twenty long minutes of sitting here with my son’s cum slowly leaking out of me.