Fuck, we should’ve brought the car, I thought, the words looping in my head like a broken record. My son, Noah, and I were trudging along a dusty road, sweat beading on our skin, heading for a camping trip by Lake Seren. Noah’s eyes had lit up when he begged for this trip—our last before he left for uni. I couldn’t say no. Not after we lost his dad three years ago in a car crash. It was just us now, and this was Noah’s chance to relive the camping trips he loved with his father.
We’d planned to catch a bus to drop us near the lake, but plans have a way of screwing you over. Noah, in his excitement, forgot the snacks on the kitchen counter. I’d packed the tent, sleeping bags, and gear, so my bag was stuffed. No room for crisps and chocolate. A three-day trip without snacks? No way. So, we jogged back home, grabbed the goods, and sprinted to the bus stop. Too late. The bus was gone, and the sun was climbing higher, mocking us.
Noah suggested a local bus from the next stop, a good half-hour walk away. The road was rough, all stones and dirt, and the wind was a bitch, tugging at my outfit. I’d chosen a thin, black sundress that hugged my curves and stopped mid-thigh—sexy but practical, or so I thought. The lace panties underneath were a cheeky secret, barely there, leaving my skin tingling with every gust. Noah, true to his laid-back vibe, wore a loose grey tee and thin joggers, his lean frame moving easily despite the heat.
We were knackered before the trip even started. The bus stop was nowhere in sight, and booking a cab was a bust—Noah’s phone showed no drivers nearby. Hitchhiking was our last shot. I was hesitant, but Noah’s optimism won me over. A few cars zoomed past, ignoring our waving hands, until a beat-up red hatchback slowed down.
A couple sat in the front—Jasper, a rugged guy with a scruffy beard, and Lila, a petite woman with a low-cut tank top that showed off her cleavage. Jasper leaned out the window. “Where you headed?”
Noah, bless him, spilt everything—camping, the lake, our whole sob story. I cringed, but Lila’s eyes softened. “We’re going near there. Got a cabin in the woods for a few months. Hop in, we’ll drop you.”
My feet screamed in relief, but the car was a mess. Boxes filled the backseat, leaving barely enough room for a cat, let alone two people. I started to decline, but Lila cut in. “This is your shot. The local bus left ages ago.”
Noah and I exchanged a look, cursing our luck. Jasper and Lila got out, rearranging boxes like Tetris Pros. They tied a massive one to the front seats with rope, creating a wall that blocked us from their view. Still, the seat was too small for both of us.
Lila smirked. “One of you can sit on the other’s lap. It’ll work.”
My heart skipped. Noah was 19, tall and solid from rugby. Could I handle his weight? “I’ll sit, you hop on,” I said, squeezing onto the narrow seat. My dress rode up slightly, the lace of my panties brushing my thighs. Noah hesitated, his cheeks pink, but nodded.
He lowered himself onto my lap, and fuck, he was heavy. My thighs ached instantly. “Noah, this isn’t working,” I gasped.
He slid off, rubbing his neck. “Mum, let me sit first. You get on top. It’ll be… easier.”
The words hung between us, awkward as hell. I climbed out, let him settle, then eased onto his lap. My dress hitched up at the back, my bare thighs grazing his joggers. His hands rested lightly on my hips, steadying me. “You okay?” I asked, worried I was crushing him.
“I’m good,” he mumbled, voice tight.
Jasper called back, “It’s two hours, no stops. Shout if you need us, but the wind and that box mean we won’t hear much.” The car rumbled to life, and we were off.
The road was a nightmare, all bumps and jolts. Every lurch sent me bouncing on Noah’s lap. His grip tightened, fingers digging into my hips. I tried lifting myself to ease the pressure, but the car’s movement slammed me back down. Noah let out a sharp breath, almost a groan.
“Sorry,” I muttered, twisting to face him. My dress shifted, my breasts brushing his chest. His eyes were dark, jaw clenched. “Noah, you okay?”
“Stop moving, Mum,” he hissed, voice low. “For fuck’s sake.”
I froze, stung. Noah never snapped like that. “Watch your tone,” I said, but my voice wavered. He closed his eyes, exhaling hard, then muttered an apology.
Exhaustion hit me, and I sagged against his chest, my head on his shoulder. His heartbeat thumped under my cheek, steady but fast. The car’s jolts kept me grinding against him, my arse sliding over his hips. His hands stayed firm, holding me in place.
I shifted forward, trying to give him space, but Noah’s hand slid to my lower belly, pulling me back. “Don’t move,” he growled, his breath hot on my ear. His fingers lingered, dangerously close to my pelvis. My pulse raced. This wasn’t right.
The heat was getting to me, my skin slick with sweat. My panties clung to my pussy, damp from the warmth and friction. I closed my eyes, willing myself to relax, but that only sharpened the sensations—his hard thighs under me, his hands gripping me, the faint musk of his sweat.
Lila shouted something from the front. I leaned forward to hear, my arse lifting off Noah’s lap. She asked if we needed anything; I said no, then settled back. Something felt… off. I squirmed, trying to adjust, my hands on Noah’s thighs. His breath hitched. I spread his legs slightly, planting my arse firmly on his hips. Better.
Then Noah shifted, spreading his thighs wider. My legs parted, and I nearly slid off. His hands yanked me back, my arse crashing against him. My dress was bunched at my hips now, my panties exposed. I felt something hard, unmistakable, pressing against my inner thigh.
No. This couldn’t be happening. Noah’s cock, stiff in his joggers, was right there, nudging my skin. The car bumped again, and I slid further, his hardness now dangerously close to my pussy. My lace panties were soaked, not just from sweat. My body was betraying me, arousal pooling despite the screaming in my head.
Noah’s hands tightened, his breath ragged. “Mum,” he whispered, voice thick. “You’re… moving too much.”
“I’m not,” I lied, my voice shaking. My pussy throbbed, the friction of his cock against me unbearable. I could feel him growing harder, the thin fabric of his joggers doing nothing to hide it.
The car jolted, grinding me against him. A soft moan escaped me, and I clapped a hand over my mouth. Noah chuckled darkly. “You feel it too, don’t you?”
“Noah, stop,” I hissed, but my hips betrayed me, rocking slightly. His cock was so close to my entrance, only thin layers between us. My pussy was drenched, the lace sticking to my labia, outlining every fold.
He shifted, his hand sliding lower, brushing the edge of my panties. “Fuck, Mum, you’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice raw. “I can’t… I need you.”
My heart pounded. This was wrong, so fucking wrong, but my body screamed for him. His fingers found my slit, tracing the damp lace. “Noah, we can’t,” I gasped, but my thighs parted wider.
He didn’t listen. He pushed my panties aside, his finger grazing my bare pussy. My labia were swollen, and slick with juice, the hair trimmed short and glistening with sweat. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, circling my clit. My hips bucked, chasing his touch.
“Stick it in,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. Noah lifted me slightly, tugging his joggers down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head glistening with precum. It was bigger than I’d imagined, the texture rough with ridges that promised to stretch me.
He guided me down, slow, so slow. His cockhead parted my labia, the stretch burning as it slid inside. “Ohhh, fuck,” I moaned, my hands gripping his thighs. My pussy clenched, adjusting to his girth, my juices coating him. His balls pressed against my clit, heavy and warm, sending shocks through me.
“Ungh, so tight,” Noah grunted, his hands on my hips. He thrust up, slow at first, each movement deliberate. “A-Ah! Mmmm…” I whimpered, my pussy fluttering around him. The car’s bumps synced with his thrusts, the wet clap of our bodies filling the air.
“Harder,” I gasped, my voice breaking. Noah obliged, slamming into me, his cock hitting deep, brushing my cervix. “Oh my god—faster! Yes! Ohhh yesss!” I cried, my pussy gushing, juice dripping down my thighs, pooling on his lap. The scent of sex—musky, raw—filled the car.
His breathing grew ragged, grunts mixing with my moans. “Mmm… don’t stop… yes, there… ohhh,” I panted, my nails digging into his skin. My pussy was a mess, lips red and swollen, clit throbbing under his balls with every thrust.
“Fuck, Mum, you’re gonna make me cum,” Noah groaned, his thrusts erratic. My orgasm built, a tight coil ready to snap. “Ohh God… right there… you feel so good…” I sobbed, my pussy clenching hard. The wet slaps grew louder, my juice splattering, sweat slicking our skin.
I came first, my body shaking, pussy pulsing around his cock. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed, muffling it with my hand. Waves of pleasure crashed through me, my vision blurring. Noah followed, his cock twitching as he shot his load inside me. Hot, thick cum filled my pussy, spilling out, mixing with my juices, dripping down my thighs.
We stilled, panting, his softening cock still inside me. Terror hit as I realized what we’d done. His cum was in me, and I wasn’t on the pill. “Noah,” I whispered, voice trembling. “Did you…?”
He didn’t answer, just held me, his breath hot on my neck. The couple shouted we were almost there. I grabbed a towel from my bag, wiping the mess from my thighs and pussy, the cum sticky and warm. Noah cleaned himself, pulling up his joggers.
I stood, fixing my panties, my legs shaky. Noah reached for me, but I swatted him away. “Don’t,” I snapped, squatting to avoid his touch. The car stopped, and I bolted out, gulping fresh air.
Lila pointed us toward the lake, and we thanked them, starting the silent walk to our campsite. My mind raced—I couldn’t be pregnant with Noah’s child. But we had three days alone, one tent, and the memory of his cock still burned in me.