Chapter 1

You don't know how much you need until you leave

When our last son was in college, we were going to do two things at the same time

Driving 16 hours to take him to college, then doing a two-week road trip

When we stuffed our son's stuff and our suitcase into the car, we realized that our situation was difficult

At this time, there is only room for two people left in the car

Driver and the seats behind the driver

My husband wanted to reorganize his luggage, but there were too many things inside.

I finally said, my son and I can squeeze together

What about sixteen hours? My husband asked

That's all we can do, we may need more rest stops to stop and rest, I shrugged

Just your little bladder, this is the case anyway. My husband said he was always angry at the frequency of how much I let him stop.

He is a person who likes to move forward at full speed, and my bladder is a bladder that needs to stop and release the pressure. I ask my son who is as thin as me for help. Can you squeeze by your old mother for 16 hours?

Oh, if I had to do this, my son answered in a sarcastic tone as usual

Be careful of your attitude, I jokingly said

You'll have to stay with me for sixteen hours I should have noticed early that it was a very hot August, and I was wearing a light summer dress,

We all went to the toilet again, of course, I went there too. Then my son and I squeezed into the back seat, which was originally the same person, and my husband asked in a sarcastic tone: Comfortable?

My son's elbow poked my chest, and I joked, you're like a cow on a train

Moo, my son imitated the cow and then his arms were joking and moving faster, causing my left breast to bear more pressure

We just left the city for half an hour and I couldn't help but say, No, it's too uncomfortable

Don't you like making sardines? When my son paused his eyes to read books on the iPad, I was reading books too. In my heart, the Kindle app is the only app worth having

I didn't like it very much. I shook my head helplessly and said: Maybe I can sit on your lap for a while

OK, my son nodded

I sat on his thigh and sighed. It's much better now

Agree, son said

I'm not too heavy for you, right?

At this time, when I was forty-six, my figure was still very slim, my breasts were plump, and my butt and legs were very strong.

I know that my appearance plays a key role in my sales, there are always, and there will always be

So when I work, I wear professional, but sexy business suits, plus nylon stockings and four-inch heels

My 38d natural breasts are always fully displayed because I'm pretty sure they help me complete more deals

He answered, then moved slightly

The car continued to move forward, and after a few minutes I noticed two things:

1 It's a bad idea to wear a skirt when I'm sitting on my son's thighs, my little thong is the only thing that stops my vagina from touching my son directly

2 My son's cock is very hard and is directly pressed under my vagina

My son, like his father, was very nerdy in high school, and after graduating from high school, he received full scholarships in more than a dozen universities at the same time.

But because I worked on the construction site all summer

I suddenly realized that his skinny arm was gone, replaced by impressive muscles

I also praise him

My child has grown up

However, now, as we drove on the rough road under construction, I realized that my child had indeed become a man, because I could deeply feel his erect and hard cock under me

Every time he bumps, his cock will rub against my vagina. Even if I try to control myself, it will also make me wet.

I thought about moving it, but worried that if he knew I could feel his erection, he would be embarrassed

So, I tried to put my hands on the seat in front of me to control the bouncing range of my body

However, for about ten minutes, my son's cock, thankfully, was still trapped in his shorts, constantly rubbing against my wet pussy

Finally, the road finally became flat, and his hard cock was pressed under my vagina

I knew in my heart that I should move and leave this awkward position, but I still remained still

To a certain extent, I was worried that if I moved, it would embarrass him, but it is undeniable that in my position, it feels really good

Twenty minutes later, my vagina was still pressing against his cock. During this time, there was no sign of the cock becoming soft.

My husband and I were talking to, hoping to move me away from my awkward situation as much as possible

Finally, I saw a rest stop not far away, and I suggested stop and rest

Just as my husband slowed down, I felt his little brother become harder

The penis twitched three times, and each time I raised my head slightly and buried it in my vagina

I moaned accidentally

The husband asked: Are you okay?

Just need to stretch, I replied, my face became hot, and I realized that I was so excited that I was being teased by the fire when I was sitting on my son's thigh.

I might have to have a drink, my husband said when the car was parked

I'm going to have a drink, and I suddenly feel a little dehydrated

When the car stopped, I joked to my son: I think you should take a rest too

No, I enjoyed the trip, my son replied, but his tone did not suggest any sexual hints that might accompany this sentence

When I opened the door and walked out, my face turned redder,

I'm not sure if my face will get redder, but when my son comes out and stands up, two things are obvious:

1 His erect cock hits his adidas shorts to form a small tent

The obvious stain on the 2 shorts was undoubtedly from me. I turned around and went straight to the bathroom. I was still ashamed and my vaginal fluid actually flowed to my son's shorts.

As soon as I entered the bathroom, I pulled my panties off, and I couldn't believe it became so wet

Now I should remind you that I am a woman who can easily become wet. When I orgasm, I will become a big reservoir.

My sexual desire is also very strong, and my husband rarely fully satisfy me...so I have all kinds of sex toys to do the work he often can't do

I have a resonator, a few vibrators, anal beads, and a butterfly toy that I can wear outside. In addition, my latest purchase is a massage stick. I decided to calm my burning vagina. I leaned against the wall of the bathroom compartment and started to have fun.

No wonder, the stimulation has already made me excited and I have an orgasm very quickly

The vaginal fluid flowed to my legs, and I was embarrassed to clean myself with toilet paper

After calming down, I also wiped my panties, trying to make them less wet, but after putting on them I still felt my shameful wetness

Usually, I like sex, I like orgasm, but my wet panties keep reminding me that my son's dick has brought me these things that have exceeded the limit

I took off my underwear again, put my wet thong into my handbag, and walked to the pool to wash my hands and legs

Unfortunately, a mother and her child were already there, all I could do was wash my hands thoroughly to hide my own smell

Leaving the bathroom, I decided not to continue sitting on my son's lap, but instead sat shoulder to shoulder.

I bought a bottle of Coke and a bag of potato chips and started walking back

What about God? I sighed. The summer heat waves hit us and turned into a sauna day.

I was going to take a pair of underwear out of the suitcase, but I finally decided not to take it anymore. How should I explain it?

My husband and son were chatting by the car as I approached

Fourteen hours left, the husband said with a playful smile

The son added: I think it will be a tight journey I can't be sure, but he seems to emphasize the tight word

This can better reflect that our mother-son relationship is very close. I joked, and then I realized that my words might have exacerbated my son's hint just now.

OK, anyway, this is the two of you huddled behind, my husband added: I can't squeeze with others

That's true, my husband is a big man. I or my son can't sit side by side with him. It seems that I still have to stay in the back seat with my son for 14 hours.

I didn't even wear underwear for the next few hours

My son went back to the car and sat down, then patted his thighs

I should have gone in first but said: Shouldn't we try to sit side by side?

It's okay, mom, he said, patting his thighs again

Are you sure? I asked, I knew clearly that I was not wearing underwear, and my vagina was still a little wet... The afterglow brought by orgasm

It's too crowded to shoulder, he replied

But I might crush your legs, I was eager to avoid sitting on his cock again... Apparently the first time I really enjoyed it too much

He shrugged, Mom, you are so light!

are you sure?

I still asked again tentatively. When I looked down, I could still see the stains left on his shorts and the clear outline of his cock...

But at least this time it doesn't look like a full erect anymore

Mom, it's not hard at all, it's okay, he replied, his words are strange

I want to answer the naughty one, but it is very likely, but my good mom replied, if you are sure I won't suffocate you

He shrugged and said: I can handle anything you give me

His words were filled with possible hints, so I sat back on his thighs, this time, I sat more on his legs, avoiding his crotch as much as possible

I just sat there for about half an hour

I suddenly felt his hand on my hips, and he raised me gently while talking, we need to change positions

When he put me down, my vagina was pressing straight against his hard cock again

When my naked vagina felt the pressure from his cock, I couldn't help but let out a slight moan. For the next half hour, although the road was very stable, I kept feeling his cock seemed to be shaking, which made my vagina tremble and became very wet at the same time.

Husband asked: Is it comfortable to sit there?

My son said: It's very tight, but it feels OK

I gasped. When he said this, I felt his cock move three obvious

Sarah, are you okay? My husband asked, I felt my moisture leaking slightly from me

I'm pretty good, I responded

I wanted to move it away, but I know, no doubt I've made more stains on my son's crotch, and if I remove it, there will be noticeable...

It has always been a great benefit for me to have multiple orgasms, but now it is indeed my burden.

The next stop is one hour away, the husband said

Don't worry, I said, it's normal to do your best

The son added: Dad, don't worry, but the back seat is getting hotter and hotter.

The air is hot, my husband said

I'm not too hot, except for the following

This time, my son's words were undoubtedly full of hints

My son is obviously flirting with me

I think it was because my mother was sitting on me, and my son said, and he gently pushed my vagina with his cock.

His intentions are clear now

His words also have two completely different meanings

Another minute later, the son asked: Can you turn on the radio?

If I turn on the radio, I can't talk to you, and I can hardly hear what you say now, Alex replied

It's okay, my son said, you drive and listen to rock, it's like you're back in the 1980s

It's the tiger's eyes, my husband turned the radio to the survivor's music while singing

My son is watching his phone number

Suddenly my phone vibrated

The phone is in my bag, so I have to reach out and get it so I pressed my pussy hard against my son's hard cock

I can't deny...it's exciting to me

I grabbed my phone, got up and returned to my original position. I was confused when I read the text message from my phone and turned out to be my son. So I clicked on it

Why don't you wear underwear? I took a deep breath again

But the music was very loud this time, and my husband didn't hear it

I don't know what to say

The second message

Why are you so wet? I still don't know what to say

I'm numb to my indecisiveness

Obviously, I should stop this inappropriate conversation

But at this time, I was so lustful that I had no ability to think like my mother or wife, but acted like a slut

When I stared at my phone, I was shocked by my son's shamelessness, but it also made me excited.

I was startled when I felt my son's hand quietly put on my butt and lifted me up.

I leaned forward a little and hit my husband's chair

My husband looked back and I tried to act casually, although my head was covered in a tiny way, sorry, change the position

I'm sorry, it made you feel so uncomfortable. He apologized

I should indeed apologize, I replied that I felt my son's hand on my hips lowered gently, and put me back on his thighs... on his cock! I couldn't help but scream in surprise

My husband asked, how are you okay while turning the radio down?

Fortunately, I was just poked, I answered weakly, unable to help but say something naughty

My son's hands were tightly clasped on my butt, making me unable to move

His cock, which was bigger than my husband, was buried in my vagina, and a wonderful pleasure flowed through my whole body

OK, he nodded, he tuned the radio into another eighties song, Brian Adam's "Summer 69"

I was just sitting there; shocked that my son's cock was buried deep in my body

I just sat there; I was impulsively trying to squirm every moment to feel the growth of my son's cock. I just sat there; I wanted to know what my son was going to do next

I just sat there; secretly hoped that my son could control my body more

I just sat there and enjoyed this strange journey. Every bump on the road created a new kind of happiness because my son's cock would penetrate deeper into my body

I tried all my will to avoid moaning so that my husband would not notice a willing incestuous adultery was taking place next to him

I'm very troubled, my son is so shameless

He slid his cock into my body, and he sat there reading his kindle as if his cock wasn't buried deep in his mother's vagina

I sat there for more than half an hour, did nothing, letting my body be stimulated by madness

I have to use all my will to suppress my desire to swing my body and rub my son's cock

I have to use all my will to avoid moaning, especially when my husband occasionally presses the warning mark, my body will tremble and my vagina will tremble.

I have to use all my will to not let me rub his cock and make myself orgasm

A dick is inserted into my body, and I can't do anything, which makes me crazy

My husband was shocked and he suddenly said: There are 12 kilometers left for the next stop.

This seemed to finally make his son start to move, and he slowly thrust his cock up and down

I gritted my teeth to make sure I didn't moan, and a complex emotion flowed all over my body

What is excited is that my son controls my body, but what is shameful is that I actually allow my son to control my body

With every slow insertion of his body, happiness flowed along every pore of my body.