Mommy Sits on my Lap - Sex Stories

Mommy Sits on my Lap

... 'environmental activist' and insisted on driving a low emission hybrid compact. "Well b*****r of mine, who currently has a piece of shit clunker that barely made it to his mother's house, because his tight-assed, business-savvy, bitch of a wife cleaned him out in the divorce settlement, and he can't afford a decent car. You can either get in my midget-mobile or find your own way to Aunt Megan's wedding," she smiled sarcastically at me. "Fuck you Shelly!" I smiled sweetly at my s****r. "As much as you would like to; I'm afraid that would be i****t," she said flippantly and gave me the finger as she squeezed into the driver's seat. "Stop it you two!" mom snapped; then she smiled. "I bought beer!" "Surprise, surprise!" Shelly grumbled and closed her door. I looked into the rear of the car. One side of the bench seat was taken up with my large suitcase; a small cooler sat on the floor. "Jesus mom! How are we both going to fit in there?" I whined. "Easy son; I'll sit on your lap. It's only for a couple of hours and your old mom doesn't weigh that much!" she chided, sipping on a can of cold beer. Mom was right; she didn't weigh that much. She was far from petite, but she wasn't fat. She was well proportioned for a woman in her mid forties. Mom looked after her figure and her looks, but she drank a lot more since dad had gone and she had filled out a little. She was best described as voluptuous. "Come on you two; lets get going!" Shelly called out and revved the piss-ant little ...

... engine. "Fuck me!" I whinged under my breadth and squeezed into the back seat. As I buckled the seatbelt I realised how confined and secluded mom and I would be in the back seat. The suitcase on the seat beside me blocked the view out of the nearside windows and along with garment bags slung over the front passenger seat, the driver's view into the rear of the vehicle was effectively blocked. I watched as Shelly fiddled with the rear-vision mirror as she tried to adjust it to see out the back of the car. "At least my wing mirrors are working," she said, fiddling with the side-mirror controls. "You'll be lucky if you don't get pulled over," I sighed. "Nah; it's only a couple of hours on back roads and the cops won't be able to see into the car anyway. Just make sure mom stays firmly in your lap. She won't have a seatbelt," Shelly ordered in her 'I'm in control; just do what I say' voice. "Ready or not here I come," mom giggled and squeezed her lovely ass through the rear door and nestled herself in my lap. "I remember all the times I sat you on my lap when we went for a drive with your father; it won't hurt for you to repay the favour," mom smiled and kissed me on the cheek. She slammed the door and reached down for the cooler. "Here; have a beer, grumpy-ass," mom giggled and handed me a cold can of Coors. As she settled into my lap and we popped the tops of our ice-cold beers, Shelly pulled out of the driveway and journey began. With a bit of giggling and wriggling I eventually ...