I just finished helping Dad pack everything into the car, and I’m still amazed we managed to squeeze all my stuff in. It was like a game of Tetris, except instead of blocks, we were using suitcases, boxes, and my giant TV. I was getting ready to head off to college, dealing with the usual chaos of being 18 – hormones all over the place, emotions in a twist. As I climbed into the backseat, I got squished up against the car door with no room to breathe. And to make things worse, the passenger seat was taken up by my big TV. I mean, where was Mom going to sit?
Dad got into the driver’s seat and glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “You okay, Jayden?” he asked.
I replied, “I’m fine, Dad, but where’s Mom going to sit?”
Dad looked a bit sheepish. “You’re right, I didn’t think about that. Hmm, maybe your knee can make some space? Your mom’s pretty petite, I’m sure she won’t mind.”
Just then, Mom was locking up the house and making her way to the car. She looked…well, like a teenager, to be honest. She was wearing a red blouse that was partially open at the top and a black mini-skirt. I mean, doesn’t my mom know she’s not 18 anymore? But she did look good for a woman who’s 48 years old.
As Mom approached the car, I couldn’t help but think, what’s she going to do when she sees the sardine-like conditions we’ve got going on in here? Not sure how she would feel about sitting on her son’s knee in that outfit. I mean, I’d be embarrassed if I were her.
Dad and I exchanged a nervous glance. We couldn’t exactly leave her standing there, but… Mom got into the car, and let’s just say she wasn’t exactly thrilled with the seating arrangements. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of the TV taking up the passenger seat. “Um, okay,” she said, her voice trailing off.
I felt my face heat up with embarrassment. Yeah, this was going to be an interesting ride. Can you imagine being in my shoes, squished up against the car door with your mom’s stylish outfit making you feel like a total awkward teenager? Yeah, it was one of those moments.
“Bill, where am I supposed to sit?” Mom asked Dad, trying to hide her frustration.
“Well, you might have to get on Jayden’s lap, honey. There’s no room,” Dad replied.
“It’s an 8-hour drive, honey,” Mom said, folding her arms and eventually rolling her eyes at Dad. She opened the back car door and carefully got in, trying not to, ahem, make too much contact if you know what I mean. I was just in a t shirt and jogging bottoms.
We were off, and I was just hoping the rest of the ride would be a little less awkward. Mom settled on my lap with her back facing me, trying to get comfortable. I tried not to think about the fact that I was now sitting on the seat with my mom on my lap, in a pretty tight spot. Yeah, it was going to be a long ride.
The car hit a few bumps and potholes, causing my mom to accidentally bounce on me and grind against my crotch. I whimpered, not in a bad way, if you get me. She wriggled into me to get comfy, totally forgetting it was me. I was trying to be a gentleman, but it was hard not to notice the, ahem, “contact” we were making.
“Mom, can you please just sit still?” I asked, trying to sound calm.
“Sorry, Jayden, I’m just trying to get comfortable,” she replied, not realizing what was happening.
Dad glanced at us in the rearview mirror, a hint of a smile on his face. “Everything okay back there?” he asked.
“Yeah, everything’s fine, Dad,” I replied, trying to downplay the situation.
As we hit another bump, Mom let out a little squeal and shifted again, making things even more…interesting. I was starting to feel like I was in some kind of awkward, teenage-boy nightmare. She was accidentally making me… hard. I didn’t know what to do. I just sat there, frozen, hoping it would go away.
But it didn’t. The bumping and grinding continued, and I was getting more and more uncomfortable by the minute. I was trying to think of anything else – baseball, math homework, you name it – but it was no use. My mom was just too…close. I was practically throbbing and mom felt it as she looked over her shoulder at me.
“Jayden, oh my…I’m so sorry,” she whispered, trying to adjust her position. “You… you need to get rid of… that.”
“I am trying mom, god this is embarrassing,” I said covering my face as we approached a bumpy road. As Mom was wriggling and rocking and hit a pothole which made her bounce on me. The more she moved the more it was embarrassingly turning me on. Not on purpose as I am not like that, but when someone rubs their butt over and over into your manhood. Especially if that someone is your mom, it wasn’t her fault though.
I rest my hands on her hips and my forehead against her back. Closing my eyes trying to block out the sensation as we hit another bump. She whimpers this time.
Mom’s voice breaks the silence, “Bill, turn the radio up, please.” Dad obliges, and the music fills the car. I guess she’s trying to distract herself from the situation. I’m grateful for that, at least. The music’s not too loud, though – we can still talk.
She looked over her shoulder again, “you need to get rid of it.”
I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. “I’m trying, Mom, okay? It’s not exactly easy.” My voice is laced with frustration and embarrassment. I rest my hands on her hips, trying to gently guide her off me, but it’s not working. Every bump, every pothole, makes things worse.
Again turning over her shoulder and this time her face flushed and embarrassed, “I think you what to do with it to make it go away. Damn… why do you think I told your dad to turn the radio up. Can’t believe you made me damp down there.”
I’m not sure if she’s serious or not, but my mind is racing with possibilities. Is she suggesting…? No, that can’t be it. Can it? Wait… made her damp down there, omg.
“Bill, can you turn it up a bit more?” Mom asks again, her voice a little louder this time. Dad obliges, and the music gets a bit louder, but not loud enough to drown out our conversation.
She lifted slightly off of me and wait… she lifted her skirt a little and slid her panties down. Not off just down to her thighs.
“Mom, what are you…?” I started to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
She leaned forward, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. “You need to take care of it, Jayden. You can’t just sit there with… that. It’s not comfortable for either of us. You have had girlfriends, I think you know what to… do with it.”
I felt my face burning with embarrassment. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me was horrified, while another part… well, let’s just say I was having some pretty weird reactions. I sighed as I put my hand into my jogging bottoms and pulled my cock out. Mom’s eyes widened as she held it in place as she sat down on it her back facing me, reverse cowgirl.
As soon as the tip of my cock disappeared into her motherly pussy I gasped and moaned. Until she fully was seated on it and started to rock back and forth. She looked over her shoulder, “we need to be discreet.”
I let out a long, drawn out moan as mom’s tight, wet pussy engulfed my throbbing shaft. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My own mother, riding my cock like it was no big deal. Like this was a normal thing to do. I mean, I knew she was trying to help me out but…this? Really?
Her movements were slow and deliberate as she ground down on me, her ass cheeks spreading and clenching with each undulation. The sounds she was making were soft, breathy little whimpers and sighs. It was like she was trying to be quiet, not wanting Dad to hear what was going on in the backseat.
“Ahhh honey, your bigger than your dad,” she moaned as my dick slid in and out her old mature twat.
I gripped Mom’s hips tighter as she continued to ride me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My own mother, bouncing on my cock in the backseat of the car while my dad drove, oblivious. It was surreal. Wrong. But oh god, it felt so good.
“Mom… fuck…” I breathed out, my voice shaking. I was trying to stay quiet, but it was getting harder with each thrust of her hips. She was so wet, so tight. I could feel every inch of her pussy gripping my shaft as she slid up and down.
“Shhh Jayden, we need to be quiet,” she whispered over her shoulder. But her words conflicted with her actions. She was getting more aggressive in her movements, her ass jiggling each time she slammed down on me.
I tried hard not to think about the tightness, the wetness, the way her mature pussy felt wrapped around my cock. But it was no use. The sensation was too intense, too pleasurable. I could feel my balls tightening, my orgasm building with each thrust of Mom’s hips.
“Mom, I’m…I’m gonna…ahh fuck,” I whimpered, trying to warn her. But she just kept going, riding me faster, harder. Like she wanted me to finish inside her.
“Go ahead baby, fill up mommy’s pussy,” she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. “Cum for me Jayden.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a strangled groan, I buried my face in Mom’s back as I shot my load deep inside her. Spurt after spurt of hot cum filled her as my cock twitched and throbbed. It seemed to go on forever, the pleasure overwhelming my senses.
Mom kept moving, milking my cock for every last drop. When I was finally spent, she slowed her pace, then stilled. We stayed like that for a moment, both panting from our exertions.
“Mom… what… what was that?” I asked, my voice hoarse. I was still trying to process what had just happened.
“We needed to take care of that, honey,” she replied, her tone casual, like this was an everyday occurrence. “I couldn’t let you sit there like that, uncomfortable and distracted. I’m your mother, it’s my job to take care of you.”
I didn’t know what to say. She made it sound so simple, so matter-of-fact. Like she hadn’t just ridden my cock in the backseat of the car. Like we hadn’t crossed some kind of taboo line.
Mom lifted herself off me, and I felt a rush of emptiness as my softening cock slipped out of her. She smoothed her skirt down and adjusted her blouse, looking perfectly put together again. Meanwhile, I was left trying to tuck my spent dick back into my jogging bottoms, cum still leaking from the tip.
She gently sits back down and looks over her shoulder at me, “You ok honey.”
“I’m fine, Mom. Just… processing, I guess. That was… intense. I can’t believe we just did that. In the car, with Dad driving…it’s so wrong, but it felt so right. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it all.” I said as I rested my hand on her thigh.
Mom turns back around, facing forward.”It’s okay, Jayden. It’s natural to feel confused or guilty. But there’s no need for that. What happened was a solution to a problem. Nothing more, nothing less.”
She pauses for a moment, then continues, “And besides, it’s not like your father would have understood. Men can be so… simple-minded sometimes. They don’t grasp the complexities of a woman’s needs.”
I furrow my brow, trying to understand. “So…you’re saying this was just about helping me out? There wasn’t… anything more to it?”
Mom turns back to face me, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “Oh, Jayden. You’re still so naive, even at 18. Of course, there was more to it than just helping you out. I’ma woman with needs, just like any other. And seeing you all…aroused and uncomfortable, it stirred something in me. Something primal.”
She reaches back and pats my hand on her thigh. “But don’t worry about that right now. What’s important is that we both got what we needed. You’re no longer uncomfortable, and I…well, let’s just say I’m quite satisfied.”
“Well, that is the best pussy I have ever had,” I said with a rosy red face. Felt weird saying that to her. “If… if you ever need sex, let me know.”
Mom chuckled, patting my hand again. “I’ll keep that in mind, dear. But for now, let’s just enjoy the rest of the drive, shall we?”She turned back around, facing the front of the car, and I couldn’t help but admire the view.