![]() I had complimented him frequently on his summer reformation. Gone were his scrawny arms, replaced with impressive muscles. My son, who was rather nerdy in high school like his father had been, and having been offered full ride scholarships to over a dozen colleges, he had really blossomed physically by working in construction all summer. My son's penis was hard and I could feel it pulsing directly under my vagina. Wearing a short, skimpy dress had been a bad idea, as I was now sitting on my son's lap, my skirt not quite covering my butt, and a narrow thong the only barrier between my vagina and my son.Ģ. "No, you're fine," he answered, shifting slightly.Īs Alex continued driving, I soon noticed two things:ġ. ![]() My 38d natural breasts were always showcased, as I counted on them to help me close more deals than the actual real estate I was selling. So normally I dressed in professional but sexy business suits, or stylish dresses with nylons and four-inch heels. Selling real estate, I knew that my looks played a key role in my sales. I was slim with big breasts, with a firm ass and tight legs. "I'm not too heavy for you, am I?" I asked. I climbed onto his lap and sighed, "Now that is much better." "Okay," my son nodded, agreeing with me for a change. "Not particularly," I agreed, as I wriggled around ineffectively before suggesting, "Maybe I could just sit on your lap for a while." "You don't enjoy being crowded together like a sardine?" Cory asked, as he set aside the book he was reading on his iPad, like I too was attempting, my Kindle app the only app really worth owning. We were just out of the city half an hour later, when I objected, "This isn't working." "Moo," Cory added, shifting a bit more, resulting in even more pressure on my left breast, since on the other side I was crammed up against a pile of boxes that was stacked to the roof. With Cory's right elbow poking into my breast, I quipped, "Like a cow in a Pullman car." We all did one more pee check, which I of course made use of, then Cory and I squeezed next to each other into the cozy spot big enough for one.Īlex asked, with sarcasm just like his son's, "Comfy cozy?" ![]() I should note it was a very hot August day and I was wearing a sundress for the drive, to stay as cool as possible. "You're going to be stuck next to me for sixteen hours, so you're probably better off if I'm in a good mood." "Be careful with that attitude, young man," I shot back playfully. He felt resistant, but he realized the only alternative would be to leave some of his stuff behind, which wouldn't be acceptable at all. "Only if I have to," my son, always sarcastic, agreed grudgingly. I turned to Cory, who was slim like I was, "Can you handle sixteen hours cramped beside your old mother?" (Or if there wasn't anyplace official to stop, perhaps just to make the roses smell.) He was a put-the-pedal-to-the-metal-and-keep-it-there kind of guy, while my bladder was the kind of traveler that always insisted on stopping to smell the roses. "With your teacup-sized bladder, we'll need to do that regardless," Alex quipped, always annoyed by how often I needed pit stops. "Well, we'll likely have to take more rest stops this way," I shrugged. "You'd end up totally on each other's nerves." I finally suggested, "Cory and I could squeeze back there together." My husband tried to reshuffle everything, but there was simply too much of it. Everyplace else was piled to the roof with Cory's belongings and our suitcases. By the time the car was loaded, there was only room enough to seat two people: the driver and someone sitting in the back seat directly behind the driver. Because we had to put all our things in storage (we wouldn't get title for another three weeks), we were planning a two-week road trip after we finished driving a few days drive to drop Cory off.Īs we were packing the car, with all of Cory's stuff plus our suitcases for the almost three-week round trip, we found we had a major predicament. My husband Alex and I were moving into a condo only a few miles away, but first we were driving Cory sixteen hours away to college. With our youngest son finally going away to college, we did two moves in one. You never realize how much stuff you've collected in your life until it's moving day. ![]() Note 4: This story and the entire series was updated in October 2018 with a new edit by Tex Beethoven. but I finally came up with an idea and a story I thought was worth sharing. Note 3: I had purposely avoided this type of simple plot device for years now. Note 2: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing this story. Note 1: This is a Summer 2015 Contest story so please vote. Summary: Son slyly fucks Mom multiple times with Dad in the car.
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