The air hung thick with the promise of change, a humid August morning mirroring the bittersweet mix swirling inside me. Eighteen years. Eighteen years of the same walls, the same routines, the same comforting, infuriating faces of my parents. And now, it was all about to shift. College. Freedom. Adulthood, whatever that even meant.
My mom, bless her heart, was in full-on overdrive. Directing Dad like a stage manager about which box went where fretting over the positioning of my mini-fridge like it was the Mona Lisa. Dad, ever the stoic, just nodded and grunted, his face a mask of controlled emotion that I knew hid a wellspring of pride and a sliver of… well, maybe sadness.
“Eric, honey, are you sure you need both your guitar and your amp?” Mom asked, her voice laced with that familiar, slightly desperate plea.
“Mom, it’s college,” I retorted, trying to keep the edge out of my voice. “There will be, like, parties. And maybe, hopefully, girls.”
She rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. “Just don’t forget to study, mister.”
Finally, the overstuffed Kia looked like it was about to burst at the seams. It was a Tetris game of textbooks, ramen noodles, and the hopes and dreams of an eighteen-year-old in baggy jogging bottoms. “Okay, let’s go!” Dad announced, clapping his hands together with a forced cheerfulness.
I awkwardly maneuvered myself into the back seat. “Ow! Hey!” I yelped, as a corner of a box dug into my ribs. I was wedged against the window, practically glued to the glass by a mountain of blankets and pillows. “Seriously, guys, I can barely breathe back here.”
Dad just chuckled, adjusting the rearview mirror as if to get a better view of my discomfort. “You’ll be fine, son. Just think of it as character building.”
Mom, however, hadn’t even gotten into the car yet. She opened the passenger side door, her smile faltering as she surveyed the chaotic scene within. Boxes of my clothes, overflowing duffel bags, and even a sad-looking houseplant battled for space. There was absolutely no room for her.
Her face registered a mix of exasperation and confusion. She looked at Dad, a silent question in her eyes. He just shrugged, feigning ignorance. Mom sighed dramatically, her hand flying to her forehead. She was wearing a beautiful, bright summer dress, short and flowy. The kind that screamed “vacation,” not “cramped car ride to college.”
Then her gaze landed on me, crumpled in the back like yesterday’s newspaper. Her brow furrowed, and a wave of realization washed over her. She wouldn’t fit back here either. “Uh… where exactly am I supposed to sit?” she asked, her voice strained.
The small, silent cabin suddenly felt like a pressure cooker. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. My mom, in her summery dress, trying to figure out how to contort herself into the sardine can that had become our car. It was absurd. Mortifying. Dad was pretending to be engrossed in adjusting the radio, and my mom just stood there, looking lost and uncomfortable.
The silence stretched, thick and heavy. I knew I had to say something, anything.
“Uh… Mom,” I stammered, the words tripping over themselves. “You… you could… sit here?” I pointed weakly to the small sliver of my lap that wasn’t occupied by cardboard and nylon. The suggestion hung in the air, ludicrous and embarrassing. I instantly regretted it. I wanted to disappear. Could I just teleport myself directly to the college dorm room?
Her eyes widened slightly, she looked down at her dress, and then at me. A flicker of something – amusement? – crossed her face. Damn, she knew exactly what she was doing.
“Eric, honey, I appreciate the offer,” she said, her voice laced with a playful tone. “But are you sure you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable? And what about my dress?”
I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. “I… I don’t mind, Mom. Really. It’s… it’s fine.” My voice cracked, betraying my discomfort. But my mom, being my mom, wasn’t satisfied with my half-hearted offer. She cocked her head to the side, considering me with a mixture of curiosity and concern. “Are you sure, Eric? Because I don’t want you to be uncomfortable for the entire car ride. And I’m not exactly dressed for… this.” She gestured to her summery dress, the fabric billowing in the breeze like a soft cloud.
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “I’m sure, Mom. It’s fine. Really.” I tried to sound confident, but I could hear the uncertainty in my own voice. What was I getting myself into? I glanced at my dad, who was still pretending to be engrossed in the radio. Was he even paying attention to this conversation? Did he have any idea how awkward this was?
As I sat there, trapped in the back seat with my mom hovering over me, I couldn’t help but wonder: what other embarrassments lay in store for me on this journey to adulthood? And would I ever be able to live down the humiliation of having my mom sit on my lap in a cramped car, wearing a beautiful summer dress that seemed to scream “I’m a grown woman, and I’m about to make my son extremely uncomfortable”? Only time will tell.
I watched in a mix of horror and fascination as Mom delicately lowered herself onto my lap, her summer dress fluttering around her like a parachute. The fabric was soft and silky, and I could feel the gentle rustle of it against my thighs as she settled in. I was mortified, but at the same time, I was trying to play it cool, like this was the most normal thing in the world.
As she got comfy, her weight shifted, and she accidentally pressed down into me. I felt a surge of embarrassment as I realized I was getting hard. Like, really hard. It was like my body had a mind of its own, and it was completely betraying me. I tried to subtly shift my position, hoping to relieve the pressure, but it only seemed to make things worse.
I was trapped, with no escape from this awkwardness. The bumpy roads and potholes didn’t help, as each bump caused Mom to shift and squirm on my lap. Which made her accidentally rub her bottom against my shaft in my jogging bottoms. It was getting harder and throbbing. The worst thing was, it felt good. The line of her ass crack was nestled against my shaft and every bit of movement made her cheeks go up and down against it.
As I sat there, trying to will my body to behave, I couldn’t help but think, what’s the protocol here? Do I just pretend like nothing’s happening? I mean, it’s not like I can just casually mention, “Hey, Mom, by the way, I’m getting a boner right now, just FYI.” Yeah, that wouldn’t go over well.
“You okay, honey?” she asks, her voice soft and gentle. And then she says, “And I do feel it. It isn’t your fault. I just wish there was something I could do.” I feel my face burning up. She knows. She can feel it. Oh man, this is so humiliating.
“Trust me, I wish you could to,” I said as dad started to drive along a little coble roadside street. Her cheeks pressed down into me. Her wiggling made me let out whimpers. I tried to fight it, I even rested my hands on both sides of her slim hips.
I closed my eyes, trying to will myself to calm down, but it was no use. The motion of the car, the pressure of Mom’s weight on my lap, it was all just too much. I let out a low moan, hoping it would be drowned out by the sound of the engine, but Mom’s head snapped around, her eyes locking onto mine.
“Eric, are you okay? Oh god oh sweetie Mmm sorry,” she asked again, her voice laced with concern. The road was very bumpy and her squirmy made me moan again. The squirming got worse with the road, oh god and she could feel it too. It didn’t feel like her bottom now rubbing against me, the way mom moaned felt like her lady parts were rubbing against me accidentally. I felt a wet spot on my crotch from under her, was that from me or her?
I let out another low moan, and Mom’s grip on my hips tightened. “Eric, sweetie, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the engine. “I didn’t mean to… I just… oh god, this is so embarrassing. Your…”
As I sat there, frozen in mortification, my mom’s words trailed off, and she looked away, her face flushing with embarrassment. I couldn’t blame her; this was a nightmare scenario for both of us. The car continued to bounce along the cobblestone road, and with each bump, Mom’s weight pressed down on me, making me groan in frustration.
Dad, oblivious to the awkwardness unfolding behind him, kept driving, humming along to the radio. I wondered how he couldn’t sense the tension in the air, but maybe he was just too focused on the road ahead.
“Forgive me sweetie, but we have to be discreet,” she said lifting up slightly and pulling up her dress just a little. She slid her panties to the side I was shocked, her pussy wow. She looked over her shoulder at me, and put her finger on her lip “Shh, get it out and then lower me down.”
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then I looked at my mom, and I saw the need in her eyes. She wasn’t just asking me to do this for her own pleasure; she was asking me to do it because she needed it. And I couldn’t deny her that.
I slowly took out my dick, my heart racing with excitement and nervousness. My mom looked at me, her eyes locked onto mine, and then she slowly lowered herself down onto me. I felt a surge of pleasure as she enveloped me, her warm, wet pussy wrapping around my shaft like a glove.
I let out a low moan, trying to keep quiet as my mom started to grind against me. She was moving slowly, trying not to make too much noise, but I could feel the tension building inside her. She was getting close, and I knew that I was too.
I looked up at the back of Dad’s head, wondering if he had any idea what was going on behind him. But he just kept driving, oblivious to the fact that his wife was fucking his son in the back seat.
“Honey can you turn the radio up,” Mom asks Dad as I hold her hips I stare at her back as she slowly twerks on me, god it feels good.
The radio blared louder, some old rock tune filling the car as Mom’s hips rolled against me, slow and deliberate. Her breath hitched, a soft little “Mmm” slipping out as she pressed herself down harder. The heat of her pussy—soaked and tight—gripped my cock like it was made for me. I could feel every twitch of her swollen mound, the slick slit parting around my throbbing shaft. Her labia, plump and glistening, hugged me with every move, the wet gusset of her panties shoved to the side, rubbing against my length as she slid up and down.
I gripped Mom’s hips tighter, my fingers digging into the soft flesh just above the curve of her ass. The car rattled over the cobblestone, each jolt sending her sliding down my cock a little deeper. Her pussy was dripping wet, the slick heat coating my shaft as she rocked against me. I could feel the swollen lips of her gash parting, hugging my throbbing length, her clit pulsing against the base of me every time she pressed down.
“Fuck, Mom,” I whispered, my voice shaky, barely audible over the radio Dad had cranked up. “You’re so tight.”
She let out a soft whimper, her head tilting back just enough for me to catch the flush creeping up her neck. “Shh, Eric, sweetie,” she murmured, her tone all tender and teasing despite the filthy way she was grinding on me. “We’ve gotta be quiet, okay? Oh god, you feel so good.”
Her summer dress was bunched up around her waist now, the silky fabric brushing against my wrists as I held her. Those panties—white lace with a little pink bow—were shoved to the side, the damp gusset chafing the side of my cock with every slow, deliberate thrust. Her mound was a perfect swell, glistening with sweat and her own juices, the slit of her pussy splayed open around me. I could see it in my mind’s eye—the way her labia flared out, pink and puffy, clinging to my veined rod as I filled her up.
Dad tapped the steering wheel, oblivious, humming along to some guitar riff. “You two comfy back there?” he called out, not even glancing in the rearview.
Mom’s breath hitched, and she clenched around me, her hot folds squeezing my aching member. “Y-yeah, honey,” she managed, her voice cracking just a little. “We’re… fine. Right, Eric?”
“Uh-huh,” I grunted, trying to keep it casual while my cock pulsed inside her. “Real cozy.”
She shifted slightly, lifting herself just enough to let the tip of me tease her dripping hole before sliding back down. The wet glide of her pussy was torture—slow, slick, and so fucking hot I could barely think straight. “Oh, sweetie,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear as she leaned back against me. “You’re so hard for me. Can you feel how wet I am?”
“Fuck yeah,” I groaned low, my hands sliding up to grip her waist. “You’re soaking my lap, Mom.”
She moaned softly, a little “Mmm” that vibrated through her chest as she arched her back, pressing her ass harder against me. The bumpy road only made it worse—or better—every jolt forcing her to bounce on my stiff pole. I could hear the faint squelch of her pussy as she moved, her juices dripping down my shaft, pooling where our bodies met.
Her breathing was ragged now, little gasps slipping out as she rode me. “Eric,” she panted, her voice a mix of guilt and need, “I shouldn’t… oh god, I shouldn’t want this so bad. But you’re so deep—fuck, you’re hitting me just right.”
I couldn’t hold back the growl in my throat. “Don’t stop,” I muttered, my lips brushing the back of her neck. “Keep going, Mom. Please.”
She shivered, her hands gripping my thighs for balance as she twerked her hips slow and steady. The side of her panties rubbed against my slick tip every time she lifted up, the friction driving me fucking wild. Her gash was throbbing, the tight channel quivering around me, and I could smell her—sweet and musky, like sex and summer rolled into one.
“You like that, huh?” she whispered, her tone turning playful even as her pussy clenched harder. “You like fucking me right here, with your dad so close?”
“Jesus, Mom,” I hissed, my cock twitching inside her. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep talking like that.”
“Good,” she breathed, her voice dripping with heat. “I want you to. I wanna feel it, sweetie—every fucking drop. Fill mommy’s box when you’re ready, god it feels good.”
The car rumbled along, the radio blasting some old rock tune Dad wouldn’t shut up about if you asked him. Mom’s weight pressed into me, her hips still rolling slow and dirty against my lap. The heat of her pussy—so wet, so tight—clamped around my cock like she didn’t ever want to let go. Every bump in the road made her bounce just a little, her slick slit sliding up and down my throbbing shaft. Her panties, shoved to the side, grazed my length with every move, the damp lace rubbing raw against my skin.
She leaned back, her breath hot against my ear. “Oh, Eric, sweetie,” she whispered, voice all shaky and thick with want. “You’re so deep—fuck, I can feel every inch of you.” Her words hit me like a punch, making my dick twitch hard inside her. She let out a soft moan, barely audible over the music, her fingers digging into my thighs.
Dad tapped the wheel, still lost in his own world. “Road’s getting smoother now,” he called out, oblivious as hell. “Should be at the college in about an hour.”
Mom’s lips curled into a sly little smile, and she twisted her head just enough to catch my eye. “An hour, huh?” she murmured, her tone dripping with mischief. “Plenty of time, then.” She shifted her hips, grinding down harder, and I felt her swollen mound press flush against me. Her pussy was a mess—dripping wet, the hot folds splayed open, her labia hugging my cock like they were made for it.
I groaned low, trying to keep it quiet, my hands sliding up her waist. The silky fabric of her dress bunched higher, exposing the smooth curve of her hips. Underneath, her white lace panties were soaked, the gusset dark with her juices. I could smell her now—sweet and heavy, like sex dripping off her skin. “Mom, you’re killing me,” I muttered, my voice rough. “You’re so fucking wet.”
She shivered, a soft “Mmm” slipping out as she arched her back. “Can’t help it, honey,” she purred, her ass pressing tighter against me. “You’re making me feel so good. Don’t you like it? Feeling me like this?” Her pussy clenched around me, a tight, pulsing grip that had me biting my lip to keep from groaning too loud.
“Fuck yeah,” I whispered, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. “I love it. You’re so hot, Mom.” The car hit a small dip, and she sank down deeper, her wet gash swallowing my cock whole. I could feel her clit throbbing against the base of me, her juices slicking my shaft, dripping down to soak my jogging bottoms.
She let out a little gasp, her head tilting back so her hair brushed my face. “Oh god, Eric,” she breathed, her voice all needy and soft. “You’re stretching me so good. Keep holding me, sweetie—don’t let go.” Her hips twerked slow and steady, the rhythm driving me fucking wild. The side of her panties scraped along my slick tip every time she lifted up, the friction making my balls tighten.
I glanced at Dad again, his head bobbing to the beat. Did he really not hear her little moans? The way her breath caught every time she slid down my length? I couldn’t believe we were pulling this off—Mom riding me in the back seat, her pussy dripping all over me, while he just drove on like nothing was happening.
“More,” she whispered, her voice a quiet command. “Push up into me, honey. I wanna feel you fuck me deeper.” Her words sent a jolt through me, and I obeyed, thrusting my hips up to meet her. My cock plunged into her throbbing core, her hot folds quivering around me. She moaned louder this time—a sexy, drawn-out “Ohhh”—and I panicked for a split second, thinking Dad might hear.
But he just cranked the radio up another notch. “Good song!” he shouted over the noise, totally clueless.
Mom giggled softly, her body shaking against mine. “Close one,” she teased, then leaned back to kiss my jaw. “Keep going, Eric. Fuck me nice and slow. I want it to last.” Her pussy squeezed me again, wet and greedy, and I couldn’t hold back the low growl in my throat. This was insane—hot as hell and wrong in all the right ways.
She tilted her head back, her lips brushing my ear. “Oh, Eric, honey,” she whispered, her voice soft but dripping with need. “You’re so good to me. Can you feel how much I want you?” Her breath hitched as she rocked against me, a quiet “Mmm” slipping out. Her summer dress was still bunched up around her waist, the silky fabric tickling my wrists where I held her hips. Underneath, her white lace panties hung off to the side, soaked through, the gusset dark with her juices.
Dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Almost there, folks! College town’s just up ahead.” He didn’t turn around, thank fuck, still tapping the wheel like he was in his own little world.
Mom’s eyes flicked to the back of his head, then back to me, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “Guess we’ve gotta make this quick, huh?” she murmured, her tone playful but edged with urgency. She shifted, lifting herself just enough to tease the tip of my cock with her dripping hole before sinking back down. The wet heat of her pussy swallowed me whole, her swollen mound pressing flush against me. Her labia—pink, puffy, and slick—parted wide around my throbbing length, hugging me tight as she moved.
“Fuck, Mom,” I groaned low, my hands sliding up to grip her waist. “You’re gonna make me lose it.” My voice was shaky, barely holding together as she twerked her hips, slow and deliberate. The side of her panties scraped along my slick tip with every lift, driving me fucking crazy.
She let out a soft moan, her fingers digging into my thighs. “Shh, sweetie,” she purred, leaning back against me. “Just let it happen. I wanna feel you cum inside me—right here, right now.” Her pussy clenched hard around me, a tight, pulsing grip that sent a jolt straight through my balls. I could feel her clit throbbing against the base of me, her juices dripping down my shaft, soaking my jogging bottoms.
The car hit a smooth stretch of road, and Mom took advantage, grinding down deeper. Her ass pressed tight against my lap, her hot folds quivering as she rode me. “Oh god, Eric,” she gasped, her voice breaking into a sexy little whimper. “You’re so deep—fuck, you’re hitting me just right.” Her breathing turned ragged, little gasps and moans spilling out as she chased her own edge.
I couldn’t take it anymore. “Mom, I’m close,” I muttered, my lips brushing the back of her neck. My cock twitched inside her, rock hard and pulsing with need. “You sure about this?”
“Yes, honey,” she breathed, her voice thick with lust. “Fill me up, Eric. I need it—please.” Her hips rolled faster now, her pussy squeezing me like a vice. The wet squelch of her gash filled the air, barely masked by the radio, and I lost it.
With a low growl, I thrust up into her, burying my cock as deep as it’d go. My balls tightened, and I came hard, thick ropes of cum pumping into her throbbing core. She moaned loud—a needy, “Ohhh, fuck, yes!”—her body shaking as she clenched around me, milking every drop. Her pussy was dripping wet, her juices mixing with my cum, leaking out to soak her panties and my lap.
She slumped back against me, panting, her chest heaving under that flimsy dress. “Oh, sweetie,” she whispered, her voice all soft and satisfied. “That was… so good.” Her fingers brushed my thigh, a tender little touch as she caught her breath.
Dad’s voice broke through again. “Here we are! College, huh? Ready to unload, Eric?” He still didn’t turn around, thank god.
Mom giggled softly, shifting to pull her dress down a little, though her panties stayed shoved to the side, wet and messy. “Yeah, Eric,” she teased, her eyes glinting as she glanced back at me. “Ready to unload?”
I smirked, still buzzing from the high. “Already did, Mom, A lot,” I muttered under my breath, and she bit her lip, stifling a laugh as the car rolled to a stop.