I was helping dad pack the car with all my stuff, back seats full. I didn’t even think about seating arrangements I just put my gaming pc in the passenger seat. The car was now full to the brim, shit there was barely any room for me to sit in the back I was squashed to the door. We had an 7 hour drive a head of us to my new home.
Dad honked the horn and mom can out in her flowery short summer dress which had a low neckline. She was a busty mature lady, her boobs bounced as she walked to the car. I looked at the passenger seat, shit. Where was she going to sit.
“Oh, dear,” Mom said. Her voice was soft. She looked at the car. Her eyes went from the back seats, piled high, to the passenger seat. My big gaming PC sat there, box and all. It looked important.
“Where am I going to sit?” she asked. She hugged her arms. Her summer dress was bright. It felt hot just looking at it.
Dad looked at me. His face was a little red. “Son,” he said. His voice was low. “You put your computer in the passenger seat?”
I shrugged. “It’s fragile,” I said. “I didn’t want it to get broken.”
Dad sighed. He ran a hand over his bald spot. “Fragile or not, your mother needs to sit.”
Mom nodded. “It’s a long drive, dear. I can’t sit on top of your things.”
“But where will it go?” I asked. My voice sounded a bit whiny. I knew it.
Dad walked to the back of the car. He opened the trunk. It was already full of boxes and bags. He sighed, “Honey can’t you sit on his lap. Bond I don’t know, now he’s moving you won’t hardly see him.”
My face felt hot. My mouth went a bit dry. “On my lap?” I asked. My voice came out as a squeak.
Mom looked at Dad. Her eyes were wide. She looked back at me. “Are you sure, dear?” she asked Dad. “It’s seven hours. That’s a very long time.”
Dad shrugged. “It’s the only way, honey. We can’t leave his computer behind. And there’s no room.” He gestured to the full car. “He’s a big boy now,” Mom said. She gave me a small smile. “Will I fit?”
I was sitting in the back, squashed against the door. The stuff in the middle seat was piled high. “I think so,” I mumbled. I looked at her dress. It was very short.
Mom sighed. She walked around to my side of the car. Mom carefully got in. She faced the front. Her knees bent. She had to really squeeze in.
“Oh, my,” she said. Her voice was a little strained. She sat down slowly. Her bottom settled on my lap she pressed her bum back a little which was against my crotch. The dress rode up her thighs. I could feel her warmth right away.
Mom wiggled a little, trying to get comfy. Yes, against my crotch unknowingly.
“Is this alright, Carl?” she asked as she looked over her shoulder at me. Her voice was soft again.
“Yeah,” I croaked. I cleared my throat. “Yeah, it’s fine.”
My face was still hot. Her bottom pressed right against me. It was a very strange feeling. I could feel the soft fabric of her dress. It was thin.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Carl?” she asked again. Her voice was kind.
“Yeah, Mom,” I said. My voice was rough. I tried to look out the window. The trees went by fast.
Dad got into his seat. He put his key in. The car hummed to life. “Everyone good?” he asked. He looked in the rearview mirror. His eyes met mine for a second. I quickly looked away.
“Yes, dear,” Mom said. She shifted a tiny bit. Her arm rested lightly on the back of the front seat. “Just getting settled.”
She settled again. The pressure came back. It was hard to breathe. I felt very warm. Not just from the summer day.
Dad put the car in gear. We pulled out of the driveway. Our house got smaller in the mirror. It was strange to leave it behind. But all I could think about was Mom on my lap.
The car moved onto the main road. We picked up speed. Mom swayed a little with the car’s turn. Her weight shifted. It was a lot of weight. Not heavy, but present. Very present.
“This is a long ride,” Dad said. He turned on the radio. Some old rock came on. He hummed along.
Mom leaned back a little. Her head was close to the seatbelt. Her shoulders were broad. I could feel her back against my chest a bit. My arms were trapped by her. I couldn’t move them much.
“Are you comfy, Mom?” I asked. It felt like the right thing to say.
She turned her head slightly. She looked over her shoulder at me. Her smile was soft. “As comfy as I can be, dear. Thank you for being so understanding.”
“No problem,” I mumbled. My cheeks felt hot again. I stared straight ahead. The road stretched out before us. Seven hours. This was going to be a long seven hours.
Minutes felt like hours. Every bump in the road made Mom bounce a little. And every bounce made me feel more of her. Her body was soft. Warm. The thin dress was no barrier at all. Every bounce against my cock which was starting to stir. Again another bump, her ass rubbed more against me. I let out a little whimper, “Ah fuck,” which mom heard.
Mom turned her head again. Her eyes were soft. She looked at me over her shoulder. “Did you say something, dear?” she asked. Her voice was calm.
I shook my head. “No, Mom. Just clearing my throat.” I tried to sound casual, but my voice was still a bit rough. I could feel her watching me for a moment before she turned back around. Her shoulders shifted slightly, and I felt her warmth press against me even more. My cock was now throbbing, surely she felt it.
Mom turned her head. Her eyes, wide and blue, met mine. “Are you sure you’re alright, Carl? You sound a bit… uncomfortable. Oh… I… feel it, you need to get rid of that under me.” She turned back around embarrassed.
Mom turned back around. Her cheeks were red. I guess mine were too. My heart beat fast. What did she mean, “get rid of that”? How could I? There was no way. I was squashed. She was sitting right there.
My mind raced. I tried to think. What could I do? Nothing. I couldn’t just make it disappear. I swallowed hard. It felt like my throat was closing up.
“Mom,” I whispered. My voice was a croak.
She didn’t turn around again. She just sat there, very still. Her shoulders looked stiff. I could feel her whole body. She was warm. Very warm.
“I… I can’t,” I mumbled. It felt like the words were stuck.
She sighed. It was a soft sound. I could feel the movement of her breath against my chest. “Carl,” she said. Her voice was low. It was almost a whisper too. “You must.”
“But… I can’t,” I said again. It was a stupid answer. But what else was there? It wasn’t like I could just tell it to go away. It had a mind of its own. Right now, it was very much awake. Then the car hit three bumps in a row.
Then the car hit three bumps in a row. Each one made Mom bounce. Her bottom bounced right on me. Harder each time.
“Oh!” Mom gasped. Her voice was sharp. I heard it over the music.
Yes ‘oh’, her ass teasing my cock like this. Sure it wasn’t her fault but it wasn’t mine either. I swear if she keeps doing this I don’t care if she is my mom. I will lift her and yank her panties to the side and stuff my dick in her. I can’t fucking take it anymore. We hit another bump and mom just giggled when she heard me whimper and to add to it she thought it be funny to do a slow twerk against my cock.
I instantly reached out and grabbed her hips, “Ahh fuck mom, don’t do that. Now your doing it on purpose. I swear mom you better tell dad to turn that radio up as if you keep teasing I will act on it. My mother or not.”
“Honey can you turn the radio up,” Mom shouted to dad as she did a slow circular wriggle tightly against my cock. Wait… She actually got him to turn it up, did she want me to fuck her or something. She then turned to me, “Right he’s turned it up, just do what you have to to get rid of it.” She then lifted a little off my lap and stayed there waiting to see what I do.
I took my cock out it was sticky and throbbing and then I pulled her dress up just a little. I pulled her black panties to the side and guided her slowly back down. On my cock.
Her soft bottom came down, slowly, then with a wet slide. A gasp escaped her lips. A deeper, more guttural sound left mine. It was a feeling I had never known. Hot, tight, and completely overwhelming. She settled fully onto me. I could feel every inch, every curve.
“Oh,” she breathed. Her voice was thin, a whisper just for me. She didn’t move for a moment, just stayed there, heavy and warm. Her short dress was bunched up around her waist now, her smooth thighs pressed against my legs.
My body was rigid. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. All I could feel was her soft inside wrapping around me. My eyes were wide, staring at the back of Dad’s head. He was still humming to the loud music. He had no idea.
Mom shifted a tiny bit. A small, slow slide. “Is that… better?” she asked, her voice still quiet. She didn’t look back at me. She just stared straight ahead.
I couldn’t speak. I could only give a small, strangled sound. My hands, still on her hips, tightened. I could feel the soft skin of her waist under my fingers.
Then she moved again. A slow, gentle lift, then a soft press down. It was like she was testing the waters. Her bottom rose, then fell. Each time, I felt deeper inside her. The warmth was incredible.
“You’re very… big, Carl,” she murmured. Her voice was a little shaky now. “I didn’t realize.” She moved again, a bit more confident this time. Her hips rotated slowly. It was a grind, then a lift and fall. She kept repeating the same motions, fuck her pussy felt good.
“Oh, my,” she whispered again. Her voice was breathy. “So much… bigger than I thought.”
She moved her hips again. A slow roll. It felt like she was trying to get all of me. Her body was so warm. So soft. My breath caught in my throat.
“Is that… feeling good for you, dear?” she asked. She didn’t look back. Her voice was low. It was almost like she was talking to herself.
I could only nod. My head felt heavy. I knew she couldn’t see it. “Uh-huh,” I managed. It was a choked sound.
She giggled a little. A soft, airy sound. It vibrated through me. “You’re such a quiet one, Carl. Always have been.” She lifted her hips a little. Then she brought them down with a soft, wet slap. “But not so quiet now, are we?”
My grip on her hips tightened. My fingers dug into her soft skin. I couldn’t help it. The feeling was too much. Each time she went down, it was deeper. Harder.
“Mom,” I whispered. It sounded like a plea.
She hummed. A low, pleased sound. “Yes, dear?” she asked. Her voice was calm. Too calm. “Are you enjoying this ride?” She swayed her hips from side to side. It was a slow, rubbing motion.
I bit my lip. Hard. I could taste a little blood. “Yes,” I said. The word was ripped from me.
“Good,” she hummed. “It’s quite a ride, isn’t it?” She shifted. Her weight pressed down. “So… full. I didn’t know you were… so well-equipped, Carl.” She laughed softly again, a private sound just for us.
Dad turned the radio up even more. The old rock song was blaring. It was a good thing. A very good thing.
“Are you sure you’re comfortable, Mom?” I asked. It was a stupid question. But it was all I could think of. My mind was empty except for the feeling of her.
“Oh, very,” she purred. Her hips began to move faster now. A steady rhythm. Up and down. Up and down. Her breath hitched a little with each drop. “It’s a tight fit, but a good one.”
She leaned back slightly. Her back pressed more firmly against my chest. Her soft bottom lifted and fell, lifted and fell. It was a perfect rhythm. I felt myself getting harder inside her. If that was even possible.
“How did you get so big, Carl?” she asked. Her voice was a little higher now. A little breathless. She was truly riding me now.
I groaned. It was a deep sound. “I grew up, Mom,” I managed to push out.
She laughed harder this time. “Indeed you did!” She gasped. Her hips pushed down harder. “Oh, my word. Right there. Yes. Just like that.”
She leaned forward again. Her hands went to the seat in front of her. She gripped it. Her shoulders tensed. Her hips kept moving. Faster. Stronger.
“Mom, Dad can see you moving,” I whispered. My voice was tight.
She just shook her head. Her hair brushed against my cheek. “He’s too busy with his music, dear. He never notices anything.” Her voice was a little rough now. A little raw. “Besides, I’m just getting comfortable.”
She started to grind her hips. A circular motion. It was heavenly. The friction. The heat. I thought I might burst.
“Oh, Carl,” she moaned. Her voice was a low sound. It was almost a whimper. “You feel so good.”
My hands were still gripping her hips. I started to push up with her. Just a little. Trying to match her rhythm.
“Yes,” she encouraged. “Help me, dear. Push into me.”
So I did. I pushed up. With each of her drops, I met her. Her body slammed down onto mine. The feeling was electric.
“Faster, Mom,” I whispered. I couldn’t help myself. It just came out.
She gasped. “You want faster?” she teased. Her voice was playful. But her hips were already moving quicker. A steady, driving force. “You’re quite demanding, aren’t you?”
I gritted my teeth. Each stroke was a jolt. “Please,” I begged.
She laughed again. A rich, full sound. “Okay, okay, my big boy.” She picked up the pace. Her short dress was now bunched almost to her waist. Her legs were bare against mine. They felt so soft.
I could feel her body clenching around me. She was so wet. So hot. Every muscle in my body was screaming.
“Oh, Carl,” she cried out. Her voice was a sharp sound. Full of pleasure. “I’m almost there. Oh!”
She slammed down hard. Her body stiffened. She shuddered. Her hips rotated hard against me. Her breath came in short, quick gasps.
“Mom?” I whispered. My own body was twitching. I was so close.
She relaxed a little. Her head dropped back. Her hair was damp. “Just… a moment, dear,” she breathed. “Give me a moment.”
Her hips were still, resting heavily on me. But I could feel her pulsing. Gently at first. Then stronger. Her inner muscles gripped me.
“You have to finish, Carl,” she whispered. Her voice was weak. But firm. “You can’t just… stop.”
She lifted her hips just a fraction. Then brought them down again. Softly. It was a slow, teasing motion now. Building me back up.
“Just a few more, dear,” she encouraged. “Come on. For Mom.”
I took a deep breath. Gathered all my strength. And I started to pump. Slow at first. Then faster. Each thrust was deep. Full.
She moaned again. Her body lifted to meet me. Her legs clamped gently around my waist. Keeping me close.
“Yes, Carl,” she cried. “Yes! Oh!”
I heard her moan again. A long, drawn-out sound. Her body convulsed. Her muscles tightened around me like a vice.
Then I felt my own release. A hot, unstoppable rush. I groaned loudly. Not caring if Dad heard. I buried my face in her back. My body shook.
She held me tight. Her muscles still clenching. “Oh, my,” she whispered, her voice rough. “That was… quite something, Carl.”
We stayed like that for a long moment. Her body heavy on mine. My breathing ragged. The car kept moving. Dad kept humming to the loud radio. The world kept on. But our world had just changed forever.
Slowly, carefully, she began to move. Her hips shifted. Not riding me now. Just easing herself off.
“Well,” she said, her voice a little shaky. She adjusted her dress. It was still bunched. “That was… unexpected.”
She lifted herself off me. Just enough for me to pull myself out. It was a soft, wet sound. I felt the cool air hit me. My cock was still throbbing.
She pulled her dress down. Smoothed it over her thighs. She didn’t look at me. Her cheeks were still flushed.
“Are you feeling better now, dear?” she asked. Her voice was almost normal.
I swallowed. My throat was dry. “Yes, Mom,” I croaked.
She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. “Good,” she said. She turned her head slightly. Looked out the window. The trees blurred past.
The car was quiet again, except for the loud music. The air in the car felt thick. Charged.
I leaned back against the car door. My body was strangely light. But my mind was spinning. What had just happened? My mother. On my lap.
She shifted slightly. Her back still against my chest. But not as tightly as before. There was a small space between us now. But the warmth of her body still radiated back to me.
“It’s going to be a long drive,” she said, almost to herself. Her voice was soft. “Seven hours, you said?”
I just nodded. Unable to speak. Seven hours. And the first hour was barely over. My mind raced. How would the rest of the trip go? Would she say something? Would she act like nothing happened?
She sighed softly. A private sound. “Well,” she said again, her voice a little louder now, almost cheerful. “At least you’ll be comfy now, won’t you?”
I just stared straight ahead. The road stretched out. Endless. My mother sat in front of me. We were bound together in a secret that would stretch for miles. And for a lifetime.