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Back to College..It was August. We spent the morning packing the car. Our son, Nick was leaving for college. It was morning but already it was 90 degrees outside. Nick and husband, and I were getting pretty sweaty loading up the car. The trunk was already full and the back seat wouldn’t fit much more. Nick went back in the house to get the last of his things. I heard him come out of the house. I turned around and saw him carrying his 42 inch flat screen TV.”Where are you going to put the TV?” I heard his father ask.”I don’t know, but I don’t want to leave it. Maybe we can move some stuff around in the back seat.”I looked in the back seat. “I don’t think so, son.” Nick looked in the car. “We can put it in the middle of the front seat.””Ok, college man,” I said. “Then where is your mom going to sit?”I could see on his face he was trying to come up with a solution. “I got an idea,” he said. He opened the passenger side door. He put the TV in the middle. He then got in and sat down. “See plenty of room. Here mom, sit next to me.” I tried to sit next to my son. I could sit in the seat, but the door wouldn’t close. Now, I am not a big woman. I stand about five feet tall and I only weight hundred pounds. It was my son taking up all the room. He was already over six feet tall. “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 answered as I got out of the car and stood by the door.”Make up your mind, Nick, it’s hot out here.” “Ok,” Nick looked at me. “Ok, you can sit on my lap.””Nick, it’s a three hour drive to your college,” his father said.”I know, but mom doesn’t weigh much. What do you say, mom. Would you mind sitting on my lap?”‘Ok, I’ll sit on your lap. But if it gets too uncomfortable I want to stop at a rest stop.” I said looking at Steve my husband. He agreed. “Ok, let’s get our showers so we can get on the road.”My shower didn’t take long. Since I would be sitting on my sons lap for five hours, I wanted to wear something real comfortable. My jeans would be too tight. Plus it was too hot to wear them. I looked in my closet. As I was going through my clothes, I found a summer dress I bought. It was the short type with sleeveless arms. It buttoned up in the front. I unbuttoned it and put it on. When I finished buttoning it up, I noticed it showed my bra too much. I took it off again. I removed my bra and put the dress back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn’t need a bra. Even at thirty seven, my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. “For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me all the time.” I heard the car horn.I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat. bahis firmaları I sat down on his lap and swung my legs into the car. I looked down and notice my dress barely covered my thighs. It rode up pretty high. My son was wearing baggy shorts and a t-shirt. I closed the car door. “How are you doing?” I asked my son.”Fine, mom, you really don’t weigh anything. No problem.”I looked over the TV at my husband. “Do you have enough room to drive?” I asked him.”Sure,” he answered. I could only see his head. “Can you even see me?” I laughed. “Only your head dear. Are you comfortable?”I wiggled around on my son’s lap. “Yea, I don’t mind this at all.”My husband turned on the radio. As I was listening to the music, I started to feel something hard. I reposition my ass, but it didn’t go away. I also noticed my son got real quiet. “It wasn’t there when I first sat down.” I thought to myself. Then I realized what I was feeling. My son’s cock was becoming erect. I really had not thought about giving him a hard on by sitting on his lap. I could feel it still growing. “My god,” I thought to myself. “How big is it going to get.” I wondered what he was thinking. Does he think I can’t feel it between the crack of my ass? I looked down at my legs. My dress had rose up a little more. I could almost see my panties. My son’s hands were on the seat on each side of me. I wondered if he could see how high my dress had ridden up. We’d only been on the road for about an hour. There was still two hours to go. I knew my husband couldn’t see how high my dress was or he would be looking at my legs. The TV blocked everything from his view. My son started to shift his body around. He knew my ass riding on his cock was making it hard and he was getting uncomfortable. His hard cock was now splitting my ass. It was also making me wet!! “How you doing back there son,” his Father asked him.My son answered, “I’m Ok Dad”. Then my husband asked me, “how are you doing honey? I thought to myself, “I like what I’m feeling.” I answered “fine”. I looked down and noticed my son arms and hands we becoming fidgety. Mostly because his cock was wedged between my ass cheeks. I then asked my son, “Are your arms getting tired where you have them?””Yea, it’s a little uncomfortable,” he responded.”Here try this to see if it feels better,” I said as I took a hold of both of his hands and placed them on my bare thighs. “Is that better?” I knew he wanted to put them on my legs.”Yea, that’s a lot better.”His thumbs were resting on the inside of my thighs, very close to my panties. I liked what it looked like. I wished he’d move them up and touch my pussy. I knew he wouldn’t. The more I felt his hands on me, the more I wanted him to feel me. I rested my hands on his. This seemed very innocence. I started rubbing the top of his hands. Just like any mother would, but I had something different in mind. I looked over at my husband. He was singing with the song playing on the radio. As kaçak iddaa I rubbed his hands I tried to move them up my thighs just a little. He didn’t give me any resistance. Now his hands were on my skirt with his fingers still on my bare thighs. I rose up a little so I could pull my skirt up a little. His hands moved with my skirt. I looked down and could see my panties. His fingers were so close to touching them. I raised his right hand and put it on my panties. He left his hand there. I spread my legs a little. When I did, his hand fell between my legs. I took a hold of his hand and pressed it against my wet panties. My sons hand was now on my pantie covered pussy. I know he could feel the how wet I was. I removed my hands, he left his hands on me. He wasn’t moving it around or anything. He was afraid to move them. Knowing this, I turned my head around to face him. I didn’t speak, but my look of lust let him know it was OKAY!!!As I turned my face back, he slowly moved his fingers up and down on my panties. As he did this, the crotch worked its way in to my slit. I could now feel his fingers on my wet, matted pussy hair. I needed his fingers in me. I took a hold of his hand and moved it up to the top of my panties. I then moved my butt off his lap, and told him to pull my panties down. When they got to my knees, I sat back down on his lap as before, and pulled my panties off to the floor. Once free, I spread my legs as wide as I could. This was all he needed. I was so wet he sunk two fingers in me at once. I let out a low moan. “Are you OK?” my husband asked me. He was looking at me. I smiled and said,” I’m OK. I just needed to shift a bit” Here I was talking to my husband with my son’s fingers in me. “How much farther until we stop?”, I say. “There’s a rest area about 30 miles ahead. We can stop then”, my husband responds. “30 miles will be perfect!” Then he says, “How about you Nick, can you go a little bit further?””Yes dad, I can go a lot further.””Good,” he answered. “The further we go, the better I like it.”I turned and said at my son, “yes the further we go, the better I like it!!”Nick was starting to move his fingers in and out of me. I had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning. I pressed my hand against his. I pushed his hand hard into my pussy. I wanted him to know I wanted him to go deeper in me. He got the idea and sank his fingers in me as deep as he could. I started moving my hips to the rhythm of his fingers. I looked over at my husband. It was a good thing the TV was blocking his view. If he could see his son with his fingers deep in his mother’s pussy, I don’t really know what he would do. My whole body was starting to respond to his fingers. Without warning he pulled his fingers out of me. I felt disappointed. That didn’t last long. My son started unbuttoning the top my dress. As he was unbuttoning my dress I could feel the cool air from the car’s air conditioner. It made my nipples even harder. He started kaçak bahis fondling both of my tits. He kept cupping them with his hands. I struck my chest out so he could press against my tits even harder. I raised my butt off his lap again, and pulled my dress out from under my ass. My son understood why. He lowered his hands to unzip his shorts. I had to rose up a little higher, so he could push his short down to the floor. My husband notice me moving, and asked if everything was OK. I told him I just needed to stretch my back. He then responded, “only 20 miles until the rest area” I thought.. that’s only 20 minutes. My son has to get me off before we stop. I took charge. As I lowered my butt back down, I reached for his hard cock, now free, and held it straight so it could rest against my wet pussy, as I sat back down on him. I started to rub the top of his cock against my we slit. My son started to moan. Fortunately, my husband had turned up the volume on the radio to a song he loved, and didn’t hear the moan. His cock was nice and lubed from my juices. I slid up his chest slightly until the head of his cock was at the entrance. I slid back down, and pushed the head of my son’s cock into my pussy. It was like a hot knife going through butter. We both moaned. This time my husband heard. “Not too much longer guys. About 10 minutes to the rest area”, he stated. When my son heard that, he took charge. He grabbed my hips, and started moving me up and down on his cock. His cock felt sooooo good!! We both knew it wasn’t going to take long. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. As he was fucking me, the song , “Rock me like a hurricane” started to play. “..feed her inches and feed her well..” blazed across the raido. Nick started to pump me up and down faster and faster. He put his mouth to my ear, and said, “I’m getting close mom, do you want me to pull out?” I shook my head NO!!! I felt my orgasm coming also. I took Nick’s hands off my hips and pressed them to my tits. Now, I started to fuck him.. My son’s dick in me and 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 minute. It was the longest orgasm I ever had. Exhausted I laid back on my son. Apparently, he didn’t finish when I did. 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. My husband looked back, and noticed I looked exhausted. “Honey, the rest area is a mile ahead. I’m sure you’ll be happy to get off your son’s lap and stretch your legs”. I lifted up, so my son could pull his shorts back on. His softening cock popped out of me. It was covered with both of our juices. I sat back down, and bent over to pick up my panties. We pulled into the rest area. When my husband parked, I pushed open the door, jumped out and put my panties on before my husband got out the car. In doing so, I gave my son a great view of the pussy he just fucked. He had a big smile on his face, and said, “We still have an hour to go. I don’t think you need to put those back on!!”

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