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Car Ride with Mom

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 ...