Rainy Night - Sex Stories

Rainy Night

... least it was quiet until the rain started, and by started I mean seriously came down hard. My mother just had to keep chiming in being a backseat driver. "Watch out for that puddle," and "slow down," and of course "where did you learn to driver?" I was getting seriously frustrated at her and looked her straight in the eyes. "Look, I'm a pretty decent driver, and it's more distracting with you trying to correct every mistake than anything. Just please stop trying to—" My mother interrupted me and shouted, "dog!" I swerved, barely missing the ragged looking thing. In the course of doing so my car began to slide sideways on the soaked pavement. I had no control over my car. After what felt like an eternity we came to a stop when my car slammed into a guard rail on the side of a short drop. I'm still not sure if my car weakened it, or the rain had made the dirt too soft or both, but suddenly my mother, my car and I began rolling down the cliff. If before felt like an eternity then I don't know how to describe this feeling. Mere moments are feeling my car slam into the ground at the bottom of the hill my vision blurred and I slowly drifted off. "Colin! Colin! Wake up, Colin!" I heard as I slowly began to open my eyes. Apparently my mother had not worn her seat belt and somehow had managed to land on top of me, still buckled in, and pinned due to the roof being partially crushed. "Colin, honey, are you ok?" "I felt like a ton of bricks had landed on my, but don't feel like ...

... anything's broken." I glanced around. There was nothing. No other cars around, no lights pointing to signs of life, nothing. In fact the only light came from the headlights still casting their beams on nearby trees. "Good, good. Can you move? Where's your phone? We gotta get out of here," my mother was acting frantic. "MOM! Calm down. Look, hold on." I tried wiggling but her body was pressing against mine in a way all I could move was my right hand. "My phones in my left pocket. I can't get it, can you?" "Lemme try." My mother was pinned equally as bad as I was but she still struggled to move. She did have her left hand free and tried to reach, but it was just the tiniest bit too short in this position. "Fuck. It's no good, I can't reach." "What about reaching behind your back?" "Um...let's see." My mom shifted just a tiny bit and moved her arm around her back, but was blocked by the steering wheel. "Dammit! Wait...what about...this." She reached below the steering wheel somewhere. I could feel her hand on my thigh. She was trying to reach underneath her body to get to my pocket. I was so entranced I didn't notice for several seconds after she froze. "What's this?" she glared at me. In between her legs, touching the tip of her fingers was the tip of my cock. Somehow it much has been shifted and came out during the debacles. I'm not going to lie and say my cock is a foot long or anything, but I have a decent 7.5 inches, and decently thick. When it's soft it's still about 3-4 inches or ...