After a quick change into something more comfortable for the long drive, I chose a breezy summer dress, slightly too short, and slipped into black panties, opting to leave off my bra in the day’s warmth. We embarked on our journey to college, the car tightly packed with Alex’s belongings. The only space available for me was on Alex’s knee in the backseat, where I awkwardly perched myself. Jack, steady and focused, began the long drive.
“How’s this working for you?” I asked Alex, trying to find a comfortable spot on his lap.
“It’s fine, Mom. You’re not heavy,” he reassured me with a boyish grin, easing my initial worry.
Leaning slightly to catch a glimpse of Jack, partly blocked by the TV, I asked, “Can you drive okay like this?”
“Sure thing,” Jack replied, his voice somewhat muffled. “Can you even see me?” I chuckled, amused by our cramped yet cosy arrangement.
“Just the top of your head, dear. Are you okay there?” Jack responded, his tone light but attentive.
As the hours passed, the landscape outside shifted, marking the miles of our journey. Small towns, open fields, and distant mountains passed by in a scenic kaleidoscope of change and constancy.
“This isn’t bad at all,” I said, finally finding a somewhat comfortable spot after some wriggling.
The atmosphere in the car was a blend of light-hearted chatter and reflective quiet. Despite the snugness of our seating, there was a comforting closeness, a tangible reminder of our strong family bond.
However, I soon felt something hard underneath me. I tried to shift my position, but the sensation didn’t subside. I noticed that Alex had become unusually quiet and seemed a bit uneasy.
Leaning in close to Alex, I whispered in his ear, “You must control yourself. I am your mom. I know it isn’t your fault, you’re only human, but it feels awkward sitting on your lap when it is doing things to you.”
Alex’s face flushed with embarrassment, and he nodded silently, clearly understanding the delicacy of the situation.
I could feel his cock twitch beneath me, I sighed trying to brush it off. He was 18 and a young lad with urges but still felt weird.
I wriggled about trying to get comfy, but I could feel him throbbing underneath me. I started to blush and I couldn’t believe I had this effect on him. Luckily his dad couldn’t see what was happening as he could only see my head.
As the journey progressed so did his hardon still not going soft and staying rock solid under my ass. I didn’t even realise that my son’s hands were on my thighs. Not sure why but I kind of liked his soft touch, why was I getting into this, it shouldn’t be in my mind.
I wriggled my bottom slowly, I heard him do a slight moan.
“Mom, please don’t,” he said quietly to me.
“I am only getting comfy dear, why what is wrong, I can still feel it you know” I said as I was getting into this for some weird reason.
I lean into his ear and whisper, “You have been you know hard for a while now. What are you thinking about? Maybe mommy can help” he looked at me embarrassed and blushed.
“I never had a woman sit on my knee before, I ain’t ever been with a girl. I know you are my mom, am sorry I… I can’t help it.” he said in a soft quiet voice.
“Well sweetie, you need to release otherwise it won’t go away. Do… do you want me to help” I can’t believe what I did next.
“How are you going to help” I could feel his hand tremble on my thighs.
“Just shh and try to be quiet and get it out, I can’t believe am going to do this,” I said as I slowly raised a little and pulled up my dress, I stretched my panties to the side. I heard his zipper go down, I slowly sat back down lowering myself onto his cock he let out a whimper as it was fully inside my pussy.
“Omg Mom, my cock is in your pussy, wait are… are you sure, am your son,” he said as I put my finger on my lip telling him to be quiet. I whispered back “Just let me handle this, stay still ok.” The first time I heard my son say words like cock, felt weird, weird him to describe his cock inside me.
My husband looked through the rearview mirror at me. “You ok back there” I replied to him, “Yes sweetie I was getting comfy.” I began to rock slowly back and forth trying to keep my head still so my husband wouldn’t catch on.
The sensation of my son’s hard cock inside me was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but moan softly as I moved my hips, riding him slowly. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I could feel the familiar warmth building between my legs.
“This feels so good, I can’t believe how good a pussy feels, especially yours is the first one I get to fuck.” He whispered in my ear as I just kept rocking on his dick.
I continued to ride my son’s cock, my body moving with a rhythm that only heightened the pleasure we were both experiencing. The car ride seemed to fade into the background as my focus shifted entirely to the intense sensations coursing through me.
My son’s hands found their way to my hips, gripping them firmly as he matched my movements, thrusting upwards to meet my downward motions. The car’s suspension creaked and groaned with the added weight and movement, but we were too consumed by our desires to pay it any mind.
The air in the car grew thick with a mixture of heat and desire. Soft moans and gasps escaped our lips, though we made every effort to keep our passionate encounter hidden from my husband, who remained oblivious to the explicit act happening just inches away from him.
I felt my son’s hand reach around to my clit as I continued to ride him in reverse cowgirl style. He rubbed my clit in circular motions, causing me to bite my lip as it felt so good. He then quickly gripped my hips as he said quietly, “Mom, stand just a little and stay still.” I did as he said and raised a little, just watching his dad through the mirror.
I told my husband, “Honey, can you put some music on and turn it up a little?” I said as he turned on the radio. Now my son started pounding me, fucking hell, it felt good. I heard a grunty growl groan from his throat and all of a sudden, my pussy was filled with his hot cum.
Breathing heavily, we exchanged a knowing glance, a mix of guilt and satisfaction in our eyes. We quickly adjusted ourselves, readjusting our clothes and composing ourselves as we continued our journey.
The rest of the car ride was filled with an uncomfortable silence, the weight of our secret hanging heavily in the air. We arrived at our destination, and as we stepped out of the car, we silently vowed to never speak of what happened again.