It was the summer of 1996, and I was in the shower, soaping up my 36DD breasts, when I heard the front door slam. Nathan, my 18-year-old son, had just come home from his summer job. He was leaving for college in a few days, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions – pride, sadness, and a hint of nervousness.
As I got out of the shower, I could hear Nathan talking to his dad, Dave, in the living room. They were discussing his upcoming journey and the logistics of moving into his dorm room. I wrapped myself in a towel and walked into the living room, where Nathan was sitting on the couch, surrounded by boxes and bags.
“Hey, sweetheart,” I said, leaning down to give him a hug. “How was work today?”
“It was okay, Mom,” he replied, returning the embrace. “I’m just glad to be home.”
Dave looked at me and nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and pride. “We’re going to miss having you around, son,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.
“I know, Dad,” Nathan replied, his eyes filling with tears. “But I’ll come home to visit, and I promise to call you guys every week.”
As I looked at my son, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of emotion wash over me. I was going to miss him so much, but I was also excited for him to start this new chapter in his life.
The next few days were a whirlwind of packing, organizing, and saying our goodbyes to friends and family. Finally, the day arrived for Nathan to leave for college. We piled all of his belongings into the back of our old station wagon, with Nathan’s PC in the passenger seat and the back seat filled with box after box of his stuff, leaving him squashed up against the door.
As we pulled out of the driveway, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia. This was the same car we had taken on countless family vacations, road trips, and adventures. Now, it was taking my baby boy away from me.
The journey to Nathan’s college was long and arduous, with bumpy roads and countless stops along the way. As we drove, I could feel Nathan’s leg pressed up against mine, and I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his jeans. He was 18 and full of hormones, and the long journey and bumpy road were not helping the situation.
After a few hours, I decided to stretch my legs and move around a bit. I turned to Nathan and asked, “Where am I supposed to sit?”
He chuckled and replied, “I don’t know, Mom. Maybe you can sit on my lap?”
I playfully slapped his arm and said, “Oh, really? And how do you think that would work?”
“Well, you could sit on my lap with your back facing me,” he suggested, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “That way, you’d have more room.”
I laughed and agreed, thinking it would be a fun way to pass the time. I climbed onto Nathan’s lap, my back facing him, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. As we continued driving, I could feel his manhood harden beneath me.
Every bump in the road caused my bottom to grind against his crotch, and I couldn’t help but feel aroused. I tried to ignore the sensation, focusing instead on the scenery passing by outside the window.
But as the hours wore on, the feeling between my legs grew more intense. I could feel my wetness seeping through my panties, and I knew that Nathan could feel it too.
I turned my head over my shoulder and whispered in his ear, “We need to do something about this.”
He nodded, his voice barely audible as he replied, “I know, Mom. But what can we do?”
I glanced at Dave, who was focused on the road, and then back at Nathan. “Turn the radio up,” I said quietly. “And maybe we can figure something out.”
As the music blared through the speakers, I reached down between my legs and began to massage Nathan’s hard shaft through his jeans. He groaned softly, his hips bucking against me as I stroked him.
I could feel his heart racing beneath my fingers, and I knew that this was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted him so badly, and I could tell that he wanted me too.
As we continued down the road, I unzipped Nathan’s jeans and pulled out his throbbing member. I began to stroke it gently, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched him squirm beneath me.
I glanced at Dave again, making sure he was still focused on the road, and then I turned my attention back to Nathan. I lowered my panties and guided his cock between my legs, feeling the tip brush against my wetness.
I bit my lip and slowly lowered myself onto him, feeling his hard shaft fill me up. I began to ride him, my hips rocking back and forth as we both moaned softly.
The car was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing and the music from the radio, creating a surreal atmosphere that only added to the intensity of the moment.
“You both ok back there,” Dave shouted over the radio. As I tried to answer Nathan started to pump faster.
“Yeah, we’re fine…. ahhh…. just stretching our legs,” I managed to say, trying to keep my voice steady as Nathan continued to thrust into me. I glanced at Dave, who seemed to be satisfied with my response and returned his focus to the road.
As Nathan’s thrusts grew more intense, I reached down between my legs and began to massage my clit. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I knew that I couldn’t hold back much longer.
I looked over my shoulder at Dave once more, making sure he was still oblivious to our activities in the backseat. Then, I turned my attention back to Nathan and whispered in his ear, “I’m so close, baby. Don’t stop.”
He groaned in response, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he continued to pound into me. I could feel his cock swelling inside me, and I knew that he was close too.
Suddenly, the car hit a particularly large bump in the road, causing my body to jolt forward and then back onto Nathan’s cock. The sensation was too much for me to handle, and I cried out as I came hard, my entire body shaking with pleasure.
Nathan followed soon after, his cock twitching inside me as he released his load. We both sat there, panting and trying to catch our breath, as the car continued down the road.
After a few moments, I pulled myself off of Nathan and quickly adjusted my clothing. I turned to him and said as he tucked his spent cock away, “You feel better.”
He nodded, his eyes glazed over with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction. “Much better, Mom,” he whispered, a small smile playing on his lips. “But what about Dad? Does he suspect anything?”
A wave of guilt washed over me. What had we just done? We’d risked everything for a moment of forbidden pleasure. I glanced at Dave, who was still humming along to the radio, seemingly oblivious to the seismic event that had just occurred in the backseat.
“I… I don’t think so,” I stammered, trying to sound casual. “He’s pretty focused on driving.”
Nathan reached out and gently squeezed my hand. “We have to be careful, Mom. This can’t happen again.”
“I know, sweetheart,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “It was a mistake. A moment of weakness. I so needed that, your dad as not… well you know.”
But deep down, I wasn’t so sure. The thrill of the forbidden, the raw passion, the sheer audacity of what we had done… it was intoxicating. Could I really just pretend it never happened? Could I bury these feelings and go back to being just a mother?
The rest of the drive was filled with an awkward silence. I tried to make small talk with Dave, pointing out landmarks and sharing memories from past family trips, but my mind was racing. I kept replaying the events of the past hour, the feel of Nathan’s body against mine, the taste of his skin, the sound of his moans.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we arrived at Nathan’s college. As we unloaded the car and carried his belongings into the dorm room, I couldn’t shake the feeling that things had changed between us. There was a new tension, a new awareness, a secret that we now shared.
As Nathan settled into his new surroundings, I felt a pang of sadness. This was it. He was leaving the nest, starting his own life. And I, his mother, had just complicated things in a way I never thought possible.
That evening, after we said our goodbyes and drove away, I sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window as tears streamed down my face.
“Are you okay, hon?” Dave asked, his voice filled with concern.
I forced a smile and wiped away my tears. “I’m just going to miss him so much,” I said, my voice cracking.
Dave reached over and squeezed my hand. “I know, sweetheart,” he said. “But he’ll be back. And he’ll always be our little boy.”
But he wasn’t our little boy anymore. He was a man, a man I had just shared a deeply intimate moment with. And as I looked at Dave, my loving, unsuspecting husband, I knew that our family would never be the same. The Summer of ’96 had taken a dark and unexpected turn, and the road ahead was uncertain, treacherous, and filled with forbidden desires. The question was, what were we going to do about it?
The drive home was silent. I knew Nathan’s words echoed in my mind, “We have to be careful”. But I also knew the car ride had brought the forbidden into the light. How long could we keep our secret?