The car was filled to the brim the passenger seat her big old fashion TV. Boxes in the back with just space for one and mom in the driver seat.
“Mom there is no room for me and grandma,” I said as mom looked at the car.
“I don’t know Adam love I didn’t think it through,” Mom said as she saw the little space at the back for one.
Grandma standing there in her flowery dress looking at the little space.
“Well, Tracey,” she said, her voice surprisingly strong despite her age, “you always were a dreadful planner. But never fear, Grandma’s here. We’ll figure this out.”
Mom, ever the pushover when it came to Grandma, wrung her hands. “But Mother where will you sit? I can’t just leave you behind. Adam, would you be ok if she sat on your lap.”
“Mom, no! Absolutely not! Grandma’s way too… you know… bony!” I stammered, instantly regretting the choice of words.
Grandma, however, didn’t seem offended. She chuckled, a sound like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “Bony, am I? Well, at least these old bones have seen a thing or two, young Adam. But worry not, dear. I wouldn’t dream of crushing your burgeoning masculinity.”
I felt bad and she wasn’t boney, “Ok Grandma, you can sit on my knee.”
Grandma beamed, her wrinkles deepening around her bright blue eyes. “Now that’s my boy! Always the gentleman, even when facing a transportation crisis.” She turned to Mom, “Tracey, don’t you worry your pretty little head. Adam and I will manage. Just drive careful, dear. I can’t be bouncing on this young man’s knees.”
Mom still looked stressed, but Grandma’s confidence seemed to have calmed her somewhat. “Okay, Mother. If you’re sure. Adam, are you really sure? It’s a long drive to her new home.”
“Yes, Mom, I’m sure,” I said, trying to sound more enthusiastic than I felt. The prospect of several hours with Grandma perched on my lap wasn’t exactly appealing, but the thought of leaving her behind was even worse.
Grandma, meanwhile, was already expertly maneuvering herself into the cramped space. She somehow managed to fold herself in half, her flowery dress bunching around her knees, and then, with a little groan, settled onto the small section of the seat remaining.
“Right then,” she announced, patting my knee firmly, “let’s get this show on the road!”
Mom, after one last anxious glance at Grandma and me, finally started the engine. The old car sputtered to life, a cacophony of groans and rattles that seemed to echo Grandma’s own joints. As we pulled away from the curb, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for the poor vehicle. It was about to undertake a journey far beyond its intended capacity, both in terms of cargo and…well, Grandma.
Mom hit a pothole which made her lift a little and landed against my crotch, ahh fuck. She remained facing forward as mom hit yet another pothole. It was unintentional but her ass against me was getting me hard and throbbed against her old ass.
I shifted uncomfortably, trying to discreetly adjust myself without drawing attention to the situation. My face flushed, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. This was unbelievably awkward. I couldn’t even look at Grandma. Hopefully, she didn’t notice.
“Mmm naughty young boy,” yep she noticed and she rolled her bum a little trying to get comfy but it made me throb more as I let out a moan.
Grandma, bless her heart, either didn’t hear my moan over the rattling of the car or chose to ignore it. She simply readjusted herself, her floral-print dress rustling like autumn leaves. “These old bones need a bit of cushioning, you see. Back isn’t what it used to be.”
Mom, oblivious to the silent, burgeoning drama in the back seat, was focused on navigating the increasingly bumpy road. “Sorry, Mother, the roads are awful around here. They’ll be better once we hit the highway.”
“No worries, Tracey, just drive safely,” Grandma replied, then, in a voice low enough that only I could hear, she added, “Though a little turbulence certainly keeps things interesting, doesn’t it, Adam? I don’t mind.”
I wanted to disappear. I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. This was officially the longest and most excruciatingly embarrassing car ride of my life. I couldn’t believe Grandma was making light of the situation, actually enjoying it. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Tell her to stop wiggling her butt on my… well, you know. I decided to try and ignore it and focus on something else. Anything else.
“Shit,” Mom said. “We need to do a de-tour there as been an accident up a head. She went down a narrow road, a bumpy narrow road.
The car groaned in protest as we bounced along the narrow, uneven road. Grandma, however, seemed unfazed. In fact, she let out a surprisingly hearty laugh with each particularly jarring bump.
“This is certainly an adventure, isn’t it, Adam?” she chuckled, her body moving with the car in a way that was simultaneously hilarious and utterly mortifying. My… situation… wasn’t improving. If anything, the constant jostling was making it worse. Her bottom rubbed more and more against my hard cock. The bumpy ride got more intense.
I stared straight ahead, my face burning. I tried to focus on the passing scenery – the green fields, the dilapidated barns, the occasional cow staring blankly at the car. Anything to distract myself from the… predicament I was in. But the scenery blurred into a meaningless jumble. All I could feel was the rhythmic bouncing and the increasingly intense pressure against my… problem.
“Tracey, slow down a little, dear! My dentures are about to fly out!” Grandma exclaimed, her voice laced with amusement.
Mom, ever the dutiful daughter, immediately eased off the gas pedal. “Sorry, Mother! I didn’t realize it was so rough back there.”
“Oh, it’s quite alright,” Grandma replied, patting my knee again. “A little jostling never hurt anyone. Keeps the blood flowing. I am have a good ride here.” She laughed again, a sound that was starting to feel less like a hearty chuckle and more like a deliberate taunt. She turned over her shoulder to look at me and whispered, “you need to get rid of that. If you need help with it let me know. I may be old but there still life in this old dog yet.”
“Grandma,” I finally managed to stammer, my voice barely a whisper. “Please… don’t say things like that. It’s… inappropriate.”
Grandma just winked, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Inappropriate? Nonsense, dear. I’m just being helpful. A young man like you shouldn’t suffer in silence. But if you feel uncomfortable I’ll stop.”
It throbbed more, could I take her right here. Mom was driving, boxes in the way. She could only see our heads through the rear view mirror, “was you serious grandma.”
Grandma’s eyes twinkled. “As serious as a heart attack, darling. But it’s your call. We can continue like this, with a bit of… unintentional contact. Or, if you’re feeling bold, we can find a way to alleviate the… pressure.” She raised an eyebrow, a silent dare in her gaze.
My mind was a whirlwind. The idea was outrageous, scandalous, completely insane. And yet… a part of me, a very primal part of me, was undeniably intrigued. The heat in my cheeks intensified, spreading down my neck and across my chest.
I lifted her up a little off my knee as she looked over her shoulder watching me get my dick out. She lifted her dress a little and pulled her old knickers down to her thighs, “help lower me down sweetie.”
I held my cock up while helping her slowly back down. I felt the head of my cock against her old pussy lips as it slowly entered her.
It was tight and dry, not lubricated as she didn’t have any juice down there anymore because of her age. But she was right on my cock, going up and down I could see the rear view mirror Mom didn’t suspect a thing. I could see her head bopping to the music as we hit yet another pothole.
“Ahh it’s been a long time sonny” she whispered as I kept thrusting, her old vag felt amazing almost like it was gripping my cock so tight it could burst. Her little whimpers as she bit her lip became more frequent as I thrust harder.
Grandma moaned softly, her frail body trembling with passion. “Oh, Adam,” she whispered, her voice laced with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. “You’re…you’re making me feel alive again.”
I thrust harder, pushing deeper into her tight, ancient channel. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me, quickly followed by an overwhelming surge of pleasure.
“Faster, Adam,” she gasped, her voice barely audible above the rattling of the car. My cock pounding up into her old cunt as she still faces forward taking my young meat. “Don’t stop now.”
I pressed my face into her back to muffle my sounds. I wasn’t going to last long.
I was close, so close. Every thrust sent a jolt of electricity through my body, intensifying the pleasure and the guilt. Grandma’s moans grew louder, more insistent, a counterpoint to the rhythmic creaking of the car.
“Almost there,” she whispered, her hand reaching back to grip my thigh. “Give it to me, Adam. Give it to Grandma.”
I clenched my jaw, pushing past the guilt, the shame, the sheer absurdity of the situation. I focused solely on the sensation, on the intense pressure building within me, on the rhythmic contractions of her ancient muscles around my cock.
I let out a strangled cry as I came, my body convulsing with release. I poured my seed into her, filling her ancient depths with my youthful life force.
Grandma gasped, her body shuddering with the force of my orgasm. She buried her face in her hands, her frail shoulders shaking. After a moment, she looked up at me, her eyes shining with an emotion I couldn’t quite decipher.
“Well,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “That was… unexpected.”
I pulled out, sticky juice dripping down her thighs. It wasn’t enough to drip onto the seats
Mom, bless her heart, chose that exact moment to hit another pothole. The car lurched, throwing Grandma forward against the back of Mom’s seat.
“Tracey, dear, do try to be a little more careful!” Grandma exclaimed, her voice regaining its usual strength. “These old bones can only take so much excitement in one day.”
Mom glanced back at us in the rearview mirror, her brow furrowed with concern. “Are you alright, Mother? You look a little flushed.”
Grandma patted her hair, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Just a little carsick, dear. Nothing to worry about. Adam’s taking good care of me.”
My stomach churned. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I had just had sex with my grandma in the back of my mom’s car with mom obliviously driving along
The remainder of the car ride passed in a blur of awkward silence and festering guilt. I stared out the window, trying to blot out the memory of what had transpired. Grandma, on the other hand, seemed perfectly content, humming softly to herself and occasionally chuckling under her breath.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, we arrived at Grandma’s new assisted living facility. Mom pulled up to the curb, switched off the engine, and let out a long, weary sigh.
“Well, we’re here,” she said, her voice laced with relief. “Hope you like your new home, Mother.”
Grandma smiled, patting Mom’s hand. “I’m sure I will, dear. It’ll be nice to have a change of scenery.”
As Mom and I helped Grandma unload her belongings, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was living in a twisted dream. The boxes, the TV, the walker, it all seemed surreal against the backdrop of what had just happened in the car.
After settling Grandma into her new room, Mom and I said our goodbyes and headed back to the car. As we drove away, I glanced back at Grandma standing in the doorway, waving cheerfully.
A shiver ran down my spine. I had a feeling that this was just the beginning of a very strange and complicated chapter in my life. One that would haunt me for the rest of my days. What had I done and what would I do if something like that ever happened again?