"I know, but mom doesn't weigh much. What do you say, mom. Would you mind sitting on my lap?"
Okay, I'll take a seat on your lap. Looking at my husband Steve, I added, "But if it gets too uncomfortable, I want to stop at a rest stop." He agreed, saying, "Okay, let's get our showers so we can get on the road."
August was the month. Packing the car was our morning task. Mike, our son, was heading off to college. Even though it was just dawn, the temperature outdoors had reached ninety-one degrees. As I was packing the car, Mike, my husband, and I were starting to perspire a little. There wasn't much more room in the back seat because the trunk was already so full. Mike returned inside the house to get his final belongings.
He left the home, and I heard him. He was lugging his 42-inch big screen TV as I turned around.
His father asked, "Where are you going to put the TV?" that I overheard.
"I don't know, but I don't want to leave it. Maybe we can move some stuff around in the back seat."
I peered through the rear seat. Mike peered in the car and said, "I don't think so, son." "We can put it in the middle of the front seat."
I said, "Okay, college man." "Then where is your mom going to sit?"
His attempt to find a solution was evident from the expression on his face. He declared, "I have an idea." His door on the passenger side opened. The TV he placed in the center. Then he entered and took a seat. I attempted to sit beside my son, but he said, "See plenty of room. Here mom sit next to me." The door would not close, even though I could sit in the seat. I am not a huge woman, mind you. I weigh only 100 pounds and am roughly five feet tall. My son was occupying the entire space. At that point, he was well over six feet tall and almost two hundred pounds in weight. "It's not me that's taking up all of the room, it's you. This isn't going to work. Tell you what, leave the TV and when we come to visit you we'll bring it with us."
"No way," he replied as I exited the vehicle and moved to stand near the entrance.
"Make up your mind, Mike, it's hot out here."
Mike gave me a glance and said, "Okay, you can sit on my lap."
His father responded, "Mike, it's a five-hour drive to your college."
"I know, but mom doesn't weigh much. What do you say, mom. Would you mind sitting on my lap?"
Okay, I'll take a seat on your lap. Looking at my husband Steve, I added, "But if it gets too uncomfortable, I want to stop at a rest stop." He agreed, saying, "Okay, let's get our showers so we can get on the road."
After taking a quick shower, I decided to wear something really comfortable because I would be sitting on my son's lap for five hours and my jeans would be too tight. I went through my closet and found a summer dress I had brought. It was short and had sleeveless arms. I unbuttoned it and put it on, but then I realized it showed my bra too much, so I took it off again. I then put my bra back on and looked in the mirror, realizing that I really didn't need a bra because even at thirty-seven, my tits were still perky. The dress was short, only reaching my thighs, so I slipped on a pair of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I am aware that my spouse still thinks well of me. I heard the automobile horn. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week."
My son was already in the car when I ran downstairs, locked and opened the front door, and swung my legs inside. My dress rode up fairly high, barely covering my thighs, and my son was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the car door after my son was safely inside.
I felt the back of my bare legs against my son's bare legs, which made me happy that I was wearing this dress. "How are you doing?"My son asked me.
"All right, mom, you're not that heavy. Not an issue.
I asked my husband, "Do you have enough room to drive? " as I peered over the TV."I questioned him.
He said, "Sure," but all I could see was his head. "Are you even able to see me?"I chuckled.
Are you comfortable? "Only your head, dear."
I shifted around on top of my son. "Yea, I don't mind this at all."
I switched the radio on. when I was taking in the tunes. I began to experience a difficult sensation. I moved my ass, but it remained in place. My son started to become quite quiet, too. I said to myself, "It wasn't there when I first sat down." Then I became aware of my feelings. My son was starting to act grumpy. I honestly never considered sitting on his lap and giving him a hard on. I sensed that it was still expanding. "My god," the thought crossed my mind. I wondered what he was thinking when he asked, "How big is it going to get." Does he really think I'm incapable of sensing it between my ass cracks? I turned to face my legs. My dress was now slightly higher. I could practically see my underwear. My son's hands were on either side of me on the seat. I questioned whether he could see how far up my dress had ridden. I came to enjoy the concept of my dress being so high. The knowledge that I may give my son a hard on made me feel a little excited. We haven't been driving for more than an hour. There remained four hours remaining. I was aware that my spouse would either be staring at my legs or unable to see how high my dress was. Everything is hidden from his perspective by the TV. My youngster moved his body in a way that I sensed. His dick ended up on my ass when he did that. I kind of thought he ought to give it a shot.
I said to him, "How you doing back there, son?"
"I'm Ok, mom, how are you feeling?"
"I'm liking how I'm feeling," was my response. "Are your arms getting tired where you have them?"
"Yea, it's a little uncomfortable,"
I grabbed both of his hands and put them on my bare thighs, saying, "Here, try this to see if it feels better." "Is that better?"
"Yea, that's a lot better."
I cast a downward glance. I placed his hands palm down when I placed them high on my thighs. His thumbs were pressing against my inner thighs, right next to my underwear. It looked good, in my opinion. I wanted him to touch my pussy and move them up. I was certain he wouldn't. I wanted him to feel me more the more I felt his hands on me. My hands fell to rest on his. This appeared to be extremely innocent. I began massaging his hands up top. Like any mother would, of course, but I had other plans. I turned to face my spouse. The thought of my husband standing right there with my son touching me appealed to me. I tried to move his hands up my thighs a little while I rubbed them. He did not oppose me in any way. His fingers were still on my bare thighs, but now his hands were on my skirt. I got up a little to lift my skirt a bit higher. My skirt moved with his hands. I noticed my underwear as I looked down. His fingers were inches from their surfaces. His right hand came up and I put it on my underwear. There, he left his hand. I slightly extend my legs. His hand slipped between my legs as soon as I did. I grabbed his hand and rubbed it up against my underwear. Now my son's hand was on my pussy, covered in panties. I felt myself starting to get moist. I desired more. He left his hand on me after I withdrew mine. He wasn't shifting it or doing anything else. He was merely letting his hands hang over my crotch. I waited for his fingers to begin to move. Nothing. Perhaps he was scared to. I was aware of the solution.
I grabbed his hand and pushed it up to the top of my underwear. I held his hand against my body and carefully slid his fingers between my panties and naked skin once I realized his fingers were above them. I continued to slide his hand down till his fingertip tips just barely touched the top of my swollen lips. I lowered his hand even more. I was unable to get his hand to reach under my underwear and between my legs far enough for him to feel my pussy. My underwear was too snug for our hands together. At last, I sensed him attempting to slide his hand down farther to locate my entrance. My son's hand was on my pussy as I removed it from under my underpants. I lifted my hips and brought my panties down to my knees by hooking my thumbs on either side. I felt Mike move his hand to get his fingers inside me as soon as I did this. I wanted to open my legs wide so he could truly feel me, but my underwear prevented me. Mike continued dragging my panties down around my ankles with his other hand before I could move mine to remove them. To allow him to completely remove them, I raised my leg. I splayed my legs as much as possible. He only needed this. He sank two fingers inside me at once, I was so wet. I groaned softly.
My husband spoke to me, "Are you OK?" He was staring at me. I smiled and said," I'm OK; I thought it would be a problem sitting on my sons lap, but it really isn't. This isn't going to be so bad of a ride."
With my son's fingers inside of me, I was asking my husband, "How much farther until we stop?" at this point.
"I don't want to stop until I go a little further,"
"How about you Mike, can you go a little bit further?"
"Yea, mom. I can go a lot further,"
"Well," I replied. "The further we go, the better I like it."
Is that alright with you, my dear?"My spouse inquired.
He replied, "Yeah, I like the idea of not stopping."
I pivoted and directed my gaze towards my son. I want you to keep going.
"Mike?"How are you doing with your mom on your lap?" my husband questioned my son."
"No worries, dad. Mom is always shifting to avoid becoming too comfy in one spot. Occasionally, she lifts up to release some of the strain." "My kid was digging his fingers even further into my pussy while he spoke to his dad."
My whole body was starting to respond to Mike's fingers as he started to move them in and out of me. I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from groaning as I pressed my hand against his and pushed his hard into my pussy, wanting him to know that I wanted him to go deeper in me. I started moving my hips in time with his fingers. I looked at my husband, and it was a good thing the TV was blocking his view because he would probably do something if he saw his son with his fingers deep in his mother's pussy. That didn't last long as my son began unbuttoning my dress, starting at the top button and working his way down to the bottom button.
My son had the entire front of me to himself, so he could do whatever he wanted to me. He began by running his hands up and down my body, fondling both of my tits and repeatedly cupping them with his hands. I pushed out my chest to allow him to apply even more pressure to my tits.
I raised my hips up and pulled my dress out from under my ass. My son understood why.
He lowered his hands to unzip his shorts. I had to rise up so he could get to his zipper. I heard him unzip his shorts. I still had his dick trapped under my ass. I raised my hips even more.
"Everything OK, honey?" My husband asked me. "Are you getting uncomfortable on our sons lap? Do you want me to stop so you can get more comfortable?"
As Mike pulling down his underwear, I felt his trapped dick release itself. I sat back down on him. His dick was pressing against the back of my naked ass.
"No, that's all right, dear. " If I move around just right, I think I'm going to get real comfortable. What about you Mike. Is there anything you need to do to get more comfortable? Is there anything you need me to do?"
Mike placed his hands on each side of my hips." If you would mom, raise up some so I can position myself better." I understood what my son was saying.
I raised my ass in the air as high as I could. I felt one of his hands come off of my hip. I knew what he was doing with it. I started lowering myself back down on Mike. I felt the head of his dick at my entrance. I lowered myself more. His dick easily slid in my pussy. As I was lowering myself on my son's dick, his dick was opening my pussy walls wide. I moaned. I couldn't help myself.
My husband looked at me. "Are you sure you don't want me to stop?"
As I lowered myself until I felt my son's dick bottom out in my pussy. "No, no, don't stop, I want you to keep going. I'm good for the next half hour or so. What about you Mike, are you good for the next half hour?"
"Yea mom, when you sat back down on me, I positioned myself so I would have no problem. I need to rise up for just a minute. Is that OK?"
"Do you want me to rise up with you?"
"No. just stay on my lap and I'll raise you with me." Saying that, my son raised his hips driving his dick deeper in me. I almost came right then.
"Here, let me get a little more comfortable." I wiggled my ass back and forward causing his dick to move around inside me more. As I was riding my son's dick, I looked over at my husband. Mike was still pushing his dick in me as hard as he could. "If only he knew. Here I am naked, fucking my son with my husband right next to me. "How soon do you think we can visit Mike after he settles in his dorm?"
"Well with my work load it's going to be hard to get away, but it's not that long of a drive, you can visit him without me."
Talking to my husband with my son's dick in me, made me even hornier. "I understand, don't feel bad not coming each time I do. I'll come as much as I can. Is that OK with you Mike?"
"Mom, you can come as much as you want to. In fact, the more you come, the better I will like it." As he finished saying that he pushed hard in me. "How soon do you think you will come?" he asked me.
"Soon, Mike real soon,"
I started moving my ass back and forth on his dick. The only part of me moving was my ass. I kept my head still so my husband didn't catch on to what we were doing.
I felt an orgasm coming. I took Mike's hands off my hips and pressed them to my tits. My son's dick in me his hands on my tits were too much. I felt wave after wave hit me. All I could do was tense my body. It lasted a good thirty seconds. It was the longest orgasm I ever had. Exhausted I laid back on my son. He wasn't finished with me yet. He kept thrusting his dick in me. His legs went straight out. My son started shooting his cum in me. I could feel it filling me up. It felt very warm. I stayed still until he emptied his dick in me. Both of us were spent.
"There's a sign stating there a place to eat about ten miles up the road. Are you guy's hungry? "
"Yea Dad, I could eat something," Mike said. I turned around and looked at Mike. He was smiling at me. "What about you Mom? Think you could eat something?"
"I'm pretty full, but I think I could eat a hot dog or something."
I bent over to pick up my panties that ended up on the floor mat of the car. When I bent over to pick them up, I felt my son's dick fall out of me. I put my feet though the pantie legs and pulled them up. Right before I pulled them over my pussy. My son reached over and struck his finger in me again. I gave him a playful slap on his hand. He took his finger out of me and I pulled my panties up. I started buttoning up my dress. I felt my son stick his dick back in his pants and zip up.
"After we eat, how long of a drive do we have left?" I asked my husband.
"About two hours. Do you think you guys can manage that for another two hours.'?
"I know I don't mind," I told my husband. "If Mike can take it, I can sit on his lap for another two hours. What about you Mike. Do you mind your mom sitting on your lap for another two hours?"
"Well, the first two hours went pretty fast. I imagine the next two hours will go as fast or even faster."
"I thought at least one of you would be complaining by now."
"I don't have any complaints, Do you son?"
"Mom I wouldn't complain even if the ride lasted longer."
Thank you son, I'll try and make the next two hours good for you."
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