Car Ride with Mom - Sex Stories

Car Ride with Mom

... 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 ...