The thought clawed at me, relentless, as we trudged down the uneven, stone-laden road. My legs ached, my dress clung uncomfortably to my thighs, and the wind whipped at my hair, tangling it into knots. Liam walked beside me, his sneakers scuffing against the gravel, his shoulders slumped under the weight of his backpack. The sun hung heavy in the sky, mocking us with its relentless heat.
“If we’d just taken the car, we wouldn’t be in this mess,” I muttered, more to myself than to him.
Liam shot me a sideways glance, his face flushed from the exertion. “Yeah, well, hindsight’s 20/20, Mom. Besides, you’re the one who said the bus would be ‘easier.’”
I bit back a retort. He wasn’t wrong. This trip was supposed to be simple—a final camping adventure before he left for college. A chance to reconnect, to make memories. But nothing about today had gone according to plan.
The lake was in the next town, a place we’d visited once before, years ago, when Liam’s father was still alive. Back then, everything had felt easier. Now, it was just the two of us, and every step felt like a reminder of what we’d lost.
“Liam,” I said, breaking the silence, “we’re going to make it. We just have to keep moving.”
He nodded, but his eyes were distant, focused on some point far ahead. “I know. It’s just… this wasn’t how I pictured it.”
I reached out, squeezing his shoulder. “I know, sweetheart. But we’ll get there. We always do.”
The day had started with such promise. Liam had been practically bouncing with excitement as we packed our gear—tent, sleeping bags, cooking supplies. I’d handed him the snacks, trusting him to tuck them safely into his bag. But halfway to the bus stop, he’d frozen, his face paling.
“Mom… I forgot the snacks. They’re still on the counter.”
I’d stared at him, my heart sinking. “Liam, we can’t go three days without food.”
“I know, I know!” he’d snapped, frustration bubbling over. “I’ll run back and get them. Just… wait here.”
We’d jogged back to the house, grabbed the forgotten packets, and sprinted to the bus stop, only to find it empty. The bus was gone, and with it, our easy ride to the lake.
“Great,” Liam had muttered, kicking at a loose stone. “What now?”
I’d scanned the empty road, my mind racing. “There’s another bus stop a few miles down. We’ll catch the local bus from there.”
He’d groaned but didn’t argue. We’d set off, the weight of our bags growing heavier with every step. The road seemed endless, the sun beating down on us mercilessly. My dress, once light and breezy, now felt like a prison, clinging to my skin with every gust of wind.
By the time we reached the next bus stop, we were both drenched in sweat, our energy all but spent. Liam checked his phone, his face falling as he scrolled through the cab options.
“Nothing,” he said, his voice tight. “No cabs nearby. We’re stuck.”
I glanced at the empty road, desperation creeping in. “We’ll have to hitch a ride.”
Liam’s eyes widened. “Mom, are you serious? That’s… risky.”
“Do you have a better idea?” I snapped, my patience fraying. “We can’t walk all the way to the lake. It’s getting late.”
He hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. We stood by the roadside, waving at passing cars, but none stopped. Just as I was about to give up, a small, beat-up sedan pulled over. The driver, a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard, leaned out the window.
“You folks need a ride?”
Liam stepped forward, eager. “Yeah, we’re trying to get to the lake. You headed that way?”
The man exchanged a glance with the woman in the passenger seat, then nodded. “We’re going to a cabin near the lake. We can drop you off.”
I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to be cautious. But the woman smiled warmly, her eyes kind. “It’s no trouble. We’ve got room.”
Room, as it turned out, was a generous term. The backseat was crammed with boxes, leaving barely enough space for one person, let alone two. The couple insisted on rearranging the clutter, their determination bordering on desperation.
“Here,” the woman said, tying a large box to the front seat with a piece of rope. “You can squeeze in now.”
I eyed the cramped space, my stomach churning. “This… isn’t going to work.”
Liam, ever the optimist, stepped forward. “I’ll sit on your lap, Mom. It’ll be fine.”
I wanted to argue, to insist we find another way, but the couple was already ushering us into the car. Reluctantly, I climbed in, Liam settling awkwardly on my lap. Almost immediately, I regretted it. His weight pressed down on my thighs, the discomfort sharp and unrelenting.
“Mom,” he said after a moment, his voice strained, “maybe I should be under you. It’ll be easier.”
I blinked, caught off guard by the suggestion. “Liam, that’s… not exactly comfortable.”
“Neither is this,” he shot back, his tone sharper than I’d expected. “Just… trust me, okay?”
I hesitated, then nodded. We switched positions, Liam sliding beneath me as I perched on his lap. The new arrangement was… strange, to say the least. My dress rode up, the fabric brushing against his pyjamas, and I could feel the heat of his body beneath me. I shifted, trying to find a comfortable position, but every movement seemed to make things worse.
“Mom,” Liam said suddenly, his voice low and tight, “stop moving.”
I froze, startled by the edge in his tone. “Liam, I’m just trying—”
“Please,” he interrupted, his hands gripping my hips. “Just… sit still.”
I nodded, my face burning with embarrassment. The car rumbled on, the road growing bumpier with every mile. I tried to hold myself steady, but the jolts sent me bouncing against Liam’s lap, my body grinding against his in a way that made my stomach twist.
“Liam,” I whispered, my voice trembling, “are you okay?”
He didn’t answer, his hands tightening on my hips as he pulled me back against him. I could feel the tension in his body, the way his breath hitched with every movement. My heart pounded, a mix of confusion and dread settling in my chest.
“Mom,” he said finally, his voice barely audible, “just… don’t move. Please, if only you knew what it was doing to me.”
I nodded, my throat tight. The rest of the ride passed in silence, the air between us thick with unspoken tension. By the time we reached the lake, I was desperate to get out of the car, to put distance between us. But as I climbed out, my legs shaky and my mind racing, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between us—something I wasn’t ready to face. That’s when I felt him hard under me, when I say hard I mean he had a hard on. I could feel it under my ass.
“Mom please stay still, I swear I am going to have to do something if you don’t,” his words whispered against my ear sent a shiver down my spine.
“W-what do you mean,” I said as I felt him throb beneath me.
Liam’s grip tightened as he pressed his lips closer to my ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down my spine. “Mom, honestly… I’m so fucking hard right now. This damn little ride is driving me insane,” he confessed, voice low and rough against the wind.
I swallowed hard, feeling every inch of him beneath me grow more insistent with each passing minute. Just the thought of it pulsing against my skin—his cock trapped between us in this cramped space—made a surge of heat bloom through my body that I couldn’t explain away as ‘just motherly worry.’
“Liam, sweetheart,” I managed to whisper back, “this isn’t the place for… anything like that.”
“Just hold still, okay?” he murmured urgently under his breath. His hand slid up from my hips to press gently at the small of my back holding me firmly in place. “I’ve got you – just don’t move unless you want things to escalate.”
His words were more than a threat; they were laced with an undeniable promise that brought Goosebumps rising across my skin. The car bounced over another pothole, and we lurched together again, our bodies too close for comfort or propriety.
“Ah fuck,” Liam groaned softly as I accidentally ground down on him, unable to control my movements fully amidst the rough ride.
“That’s it I can’t take this shit no more,” he said as he lifted me off his knee slightly. I heard his zipper go, wait what the fuck is he doing.
I felt his hand go up my skirt I tried to stop him, he pulled my panties to the side. “What are you doing.”
But as he lowered me down I felt his cock press against my pussy as he slowly opened my entrance as he firmly sat me down on his full length.
“Liam…” I pleaded, part protest, part permission, all desire tangled in those two syllables.
“Shh,” he hissed out, guiding me down slowly onto him. “Keep quiet unless you want these nice folks to see what we are doing on the backseat.”
“What the fuck are you…” I whispered and cut of as he slowly held my hips tightly panting as he pumped me up and down his cock. “You… you shouldn’t… ahh… be fucking me, ah fuck… you dirty bastard.”
“Sorry but you caused this with moving about and grinding on my cock,” he said harshly as I was used like some sex toy, impaled on his hard shaft. My own son, fucking, his own mother!
As he continued to thrust into me, I could feel every inch of him sliding against my wet pussy walls. My body tensed, a wave of pleasure washing over me as he picked up the pace, pounding me harder and faster with each stroke. His hands gripped my hips tightly, guiding my movements as he plunged deeper and deeper inside me.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped out quietly, trying not to make too much noise in the confined space of the car’s backseat. “You fucking dirty son of a… oh God.”
My voice trailed off into a series of soft moans as Liam thrust upwards into me again and again, filling every inch of my cunt with his massive cock.
Liam was holding my hips very tightly and making me slowly bounce on his cock. I wanted to scream as I knew I couldn’t take it. I needed to tell Liam he had to stop.
But it felt too fucking good to stop.
I had to put one of my hands over my mouth as I moaned as he panted as I still faced forward in like the reverse cowgirl position. Why the hell am I letting this continue.
“You like that mom,” he said heavy breathing pumping his cock upwards inside my pussy.
I tried to lie as this was weird enough, “no I… I ahh don’t.”
“Fucking liar, I can feel how wet you are I can hear it squelch as I fuck you,” he said as his grip tightens.
As the car bumped along the winding road, Liam continued to pound into me relentlessly, his cock sliding in and out of my dripping pussy with increasing urgency. The wet squelching sounds of our coupling filled the car, punctuated by my soft moans and his grunts of pleasure.
“Fuck, Mom, your pussy feels so good,” Liam panted, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he slammed me down onto his cock. “I can’t believe I’m finally fucking you.” I bit my lip, trying to stifle my moans as waves of pleasure washed over me.
“Liam, you… shouldn’t have your dick in me its so wrong…. we can’t… not here… not like this,” I whispered, even as my body betrayed me, clenching around his thick shaft.
Liam’s fingers dug into my hips, pulling me down hard as he thrust up into me. “Fuck that, Mom. You want this just as much as I do. I can feel it.”
I couldn’t deny it. My pussy was drenched, clenching greedily around his cock as he stretched me open. “Ahh…Liam, please…” I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for. He cut off my words with a sharp slap to my ass.” Shut up and take it, oh yeah take it ungh.”
“Mmmm…” Liam let out a deep moan, his hips jerking as he slammed up into my pussy again. His cock was pulsing hard and I knew he was about to lose control.
The thought made me shiver, even as I struggled to maintain my composure in front of our unaware driver.
“Fuck Mom… I’m not gonna last much longer like this.” He pulled my hips down onto his with a rough growl, burying himself deep inside me. His balls were slapping loudly against my ass with every thrust now, the obscene noises filling the car.
“I’m gonna nut, oh fuck… fuck…” He panted hard, eyes squeezed shut. His hips were moving wildly, driven by pure primal lust.
Liam’s movements grew more frantic as he pounded into me, his cock throbbing inside my pussy. I could feel his release building, his balls drawing up tight as he drove himself deeper and deeper into me.
“Fuck, Mom,” he gasped, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.
“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum in you.” The thought of my son’s hot seed filling me sent a jolt of shameful arousal through me, and I couldn’t hold back my moan. But he couldn’t, I was not on the pill or anything.
“Sweetie you can’t cu…” I was cut off with him grunted hard, too late.
“Mmmph… fuck,” Liam groaned, his cock throbbing inside me as he pumped load after load into my unprotected pussy. “Ahh, shit, Mom…”
His grip on my hips was almost painful, holding me in place as he continued to fill me with his hot cum, my own body trembling with the intensity of it.
I could feel it leaking out around his cock, running down my thighs as he finally stilled, breathing heavily beneath me. “Fuck… that was… so good, thanks mom.”
I was at a loss for words, my mind reeling from what we’d just done. Liam’s hands stroked my hips soothingly as we both tried to catch our breath, the car still rumbling along the bumpy road.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I finally managed to say, my voice shaking. “In a car… with other people…”
Liam chuckled softly, still buried inside me. “It’s okay, Mom. It was just sex. And it was really fucking hot.”
“Dirty little shit,” I sighed as I raised slightly off of him as his cock flopped out of my cum stained pussy. I adjusted my panties back covering myself up. He put his cock away and I sat back down.
The car ride was interminable, each jolt and bump a sharp reminder of what had happened between us. Liam, seemingly unfazed by the whole ordeal, sat under me, one arm draped casually over the back of the seat as if nothing had changed.
But everything had changed. I couldn’t look at him, couldn’t even bring myself to speak. My mind was awhirl with guilt and confusion, my body still buzzing with the after effects of our encounter.
As the car finally rolled to a stop at our destination, I scrambled out, desperate for fresh air and space. Liam followed, his steps unhurried, his expression blank.
“Well,” said the driver, clearing his throat awkwardly as his wife unloaded our stuff from the trunk. “Here you are. Uh, safe travels?”
“Thank you,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
The campsite was a mess of tents and fires, the air thick with smoke and the scent of cooked meat. I made a beeline for our campsite, setting up the tent with shaking hands while Liam watched, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.
“Mom,” he said finally, his voice low. “We should talk about what happened.”
“Stop it… you have any idea what you did. Shagging your mom in the car, with two strangers.” I sighed, even though I enjoyed it I felt sick. “We are in the middle of nowhere, so I can’t even get the after pill, let’s just hope nothing comes of this.”
“I’m sorry,” Liam said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean for things to go that far. It just… happened.”
“You knew exactly what the fuck you was doing,” I said as I was looking through our belongings.
Liam’s eyes widened at my harsh words, his face flushing with a mix of shame and anger. “You’re right,” he said, his voice tight. “I knew what I was doing. I wanted it.”
I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. “You… you wanted to fuck your own mother?”
“You didn’t make it easy, the whole ride you was moving all over the place,” he said eyeing me up like I was some sex thing. What if I get pregnant, my heads all over the place and I have got 3 days with him, the thing is deep down I can’t get that feeling of him inside me out my mind.