I love the theme of the mother riding on her son’s lap. This is just my opinion.
All credit goes to those who came before me. You can call it a direct tribute to them if you want.
I would also like to thank a few people who helped me complete this story:
Toje 65
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Haulover
The second, at their request, will remain anonymous (but you know who you are).
This is my first story here and I couldn’t have done it without all of you, so thank you.
(This is an edited version of the original story)
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“Hey, be careful,” Dad said when I accidentally hit him with a box of clothes.
We were loading all my possessions into his Jeep Cherokee. All my failed experiences with my aunt and uncle in California.
I moved here a few months ago in a rented U-Haul with some money I saved from mowing lawns over the summer.
My plan was to stay here and go to USC to study biology. Unfortunately, that plan was a total failure.
Two weeks ago, my uncle was seriously injured at work. They had to move special equipment into the house and there was no room for me anymore.
The doctor’s bill is going to be huge and they can’t afford for me to be there right now.
I didn’t have the money to live on campus, which put my dream of attending USC on hold.
Our current plan is for me to move back home and try to find a community college so I can at least finish my basic classes and then save enough money to try again in a few years.
Needless to say, I was disappointed. So being careful with what I put in my boxes is not top of mind.
“Honey, don’t listen to your father. He hates doing anything that doesn’t involve watching football and drinking beer.”
My father was a big man – about 300 pounds. He played college football and might have had a chance to play professional football if he hadn’t hurt his knee.
However, over the years, a lot of the muscle has turned to fat. Nevertheless, he is still a very powerful and impressive figure to most people.
“I know, Mom. It’s just too bad, that’s all.”
“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll make it work and figure it out.”
He hugged me, and as he did, I couldn’t help but notice the difference between him and my father.
Although she is almost 40 years old, she has never let herself go, but her body is as tight as that of a 20-year-old girl.
Pilates and yoga keep her body strong and when she hugs me, her natural C’s feel as tight against my chest as ever.
“Wait,” I thought. “She’s your mother.” I pushed the thought out of my mind.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing. Just thinking about the whole situation. None of this stuff is going to work in the Jeep.”
“Your father will figure it out.”
Well, he didn’t, and it wasn’t his fault – there just wasn’t enough room for the three of us and all of my luggage.
We tried moving things around but it didn’t work.
The only place my TV fits is in the front seat, half in the footwell and half on the seat.
We were worried that the back would get damaged along with my other luggage. So the three of us were basically left with two seats and a small space next to the boxes on the back seat.
My dad said, “There’s no way I can sit in the back with you.” Of course he was right, which left my mom and I with no choice but to sit in the back row.
While I’m not as big as my dad, I’m not too small either at 6’1” and 205 lbs. Regardless.
“Okay,” she said, “we’ll be right back here.” Mom gave my dad another stern look.
I don’t know, but something must have happened in the two months that I’ve been gone. I know they’re not as close as they used to be, but this is new.
Mom squeezed between me and the compartment and we began our 30-hour journey across the country.
After about an hour and a half, my mom said, “This isn’t going to work.”
I know exactly what he means. We were packed so tightly next to boxes and other items that we could barely move our arms.
“I wanted to try something,” she said. Then my mother turned around and sat on my lap. I was instantly relieved when my arms were finally free and I could breathe at least a little better.
She was sitting almost sideways with her legs over the passenger side of the Jeep, her ass and pussy directly over my cock. She smiled at me.
“Tommy, don’t you think this is better?” he asked me, still smiling.
“Not bad,” I said, and I meant it. Mom felt so cute and warm on my lap. I don’t mind her sitting there, even on a hot summer day.
“What happened to Kim?” my father asked.
“We have to switch places,” my mother told him.
“Our seats are too tight. I’m sitting on your son’s lap.”
“Are you sure you’re both comfortable like this?”
“It’s like I have a beautiful butterfly on my foot,” I said. “It weighs almost nothing.”
To be honest, I didn’t want to say anything that I thought would embarrass her. That’s exactly what I said.
I am so proud of my mom. She is really cute and even though she only weighs 100 pounds, I have no problem carrying her on my lap.
Unfortunately, two things happened at that moment that would determine the direction of the next few days.
Firstly, my mother blushed after hearing my praise. Secondly, my penis started moving on its own.
When my mother was sitting on my lap I could feel her ass and smell her perfume and my penis started getting erect immediately.
I swear I tried to stop it. I tried to think about anything but what was happening to my legs. The more I try the harder it gets.
** ** ** **
I was not excited about this trip. Of course I wanted to see my son and I would do whatever I could to help my son, but things were becoming very unstable at home with my husband.
We got married right after high school and we fell in love like crazy. Ben was a star football player on scholarship and I was a cheerleader.
However, I’m not your typical idiot cheerleader. I wanted to major in marine biology, but my grades never dropped below a 3.5. We were the perfect American couple. For a few years, anyway.
Then Ben injured his knee in his freshman year. He was drinking with his fraternity friends and fell from the stands of a football stadium.
Thankfully, he was not seriously injured. Apart from a broken knee, he also suffered a head injury.
Because of the head injury, even if he regains full mobility in his knee, he will never be able to play football again. He also lost his sense of smell due to the accident.
I never stopped loving him and supporting him in every way possible. But Ben became depressed. He began to think about what could have been and had a very difficult time, drinking heavily and getting into fights in local bars.
Ben also cheated on me at least a few times. He admitted it in a drunken, tearful daze one night.
I almost gave up on it then. I got discouraged and made a mistake by going out. I met a handsome biology professor from the same university.
He noticed me but never took any action because Ben was with me. I wasn’t one of his students, so it’s not as embarrassing as it sounds.
We had sex for about two weeks. This added to Ben’s problem, he used to fuck me two or three times a day, but he had hardly touched me since the accident.
We had a great sexual relationship. Ben’s cock was big enough for me, so I had no reason to complain other than wishing him to be more adventurous. So his cheating hurt me even more.
However, the professor had no doubts at all. We both did things we would never have done otherwise.
He loves sucking my pussy and is the only guy who has made me cum. He was also the first and only guy to ever hit on me. Ben says eating pussy and anal sex are disgusting.
I have to admit, but I was always sexier than Ben. You wouldn’t necessarily call me a slut, but I definitely don’t have the same inhibitions as most people. The romance with the professor didn’t last long.
I found out that he was also married and his wife knew about our affair. It felt like I had gotten my revenge on Ben, and honestly, I still loved him so much that we decided to give it another try.
I decided that maybe having a baby would solve our problems, and it did.
Nine months later, Tommy was born and all was well for the next 15 years. Of course, like every couple we had our problems, but there was nothing like the early days of marriage.
Ben was obsessed with his son growing up and playing football and doing something he could never do: play in the NFL.
By a few years ago, it was clear that Tommy didn’t want to follow in his father’s footsteps.
For one thing, Tommy was much smarter than his father, and academic pursuits were always more interesting to him than athletics.
Now Tommy still inherited his father’s good qualities and has a well-built body. For a while, he tried playing football to please his father, but it was never his passion.
I am very proud of my son. Tommy is a lot like me. He enjoys academics as much as I did when I was his age. He is a handsome, well-mannered young man who will make a fine husband for some lucky girl one day.
That’s when he told us he wanted to study biology at USC. Tommy loved human studies and couldn’t read enough articles to realize how great USC’s program was. Of course, this displeased his father.
However, after some discussion with me and a few complaints, Ben finally relented and said he would help her get there.
Unfortunately, times were tight and Ben was just a construction worker, which meant he didn’t have enough money to pay for and support attending an out-of-state college like USC.
Then his sister, Tommy’s Aunt Sarah, shows up and offers to help.
Although Ben agrees to let his son do what he wants, he begins to revert to his younger self and is hurt at first.
After Tommy left, he was also fired from his job, which led to him drinking again. Although I don’t think he cheated on me again, he barely touches me anymore.
Also, the car needs a new air conditioner, but since Ben got fired from his job, we can’t afford one.
So as I walked through the Nevada desert with my son on my lap, I couldn’t breathe and started sweating.
I love my son and believe it or not, I love my husband too with all his flaws. Tommy had no idea that his father was unemployed again, and after everything that happened, we agreed not to tell him until the time was right.
Besides, there’s another situation going on between Ben and me that we don’t want to tell Tommy about, and that’s the source of most of the fights between us at the moment.
As I tried to get comfortable on my son’s lap, I felt something pricking me. At first, I thought maybe I was sitting on the wrong seat, but then I realised what it was.
Tommy’s penis is getting hard! Then he innocently commented that I was as light and graceful as a butterfly, and I couldn’t help but blush.
After so many weeks without any attention from Ben, any attention made me feel good, even if it was from my son.
I blushed and my son’s cock entered my ass, instantly making me feel embarrassed. It also sent a thrill down my lower back that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I couldn’t believe how excited I was.
“What are you thinking?” I thought. “He’s your son.”
I tried hard to get this thought out of my mind, but my pussy started getting wet on its own.
I understand that with guys, sometimes it’s out of their control, and I tried to tell myself that the erection was caused by my action of sitting on his lap.
I couldn’t sit in my seat any longer. It was very uncomfortable, but what could I do?
I spent the next few minutes trying in vain to stop my body from having an inappropriate physical reaction.
I wonder if my son is doing the same thing because he feels so embarrassed that his mother is sitting on his lap.
It seems we are all silently battling an uncontrollable urge that none of us can admit to.
“Are you two okay?” Ben asked. “It’s pretty quiet out there.”
“I was just thinking how hot it is in here. Tommy, can you roll down the window?”
Tommy promised his mom.
“Yes, Mom, it is very hot here right now.” She stressed the word “very.”
Is it my imagination or is there a hint in his voice?
“Are you sure you’re comfortable in this position?” Ben asked.
“It’s hard,” Tommy said. “But it’s OK.”
Here we go again. Is this another sign from my son? My mind was racing.
Since it was summer, I wore light coloured dresses and never wore underwear. I have always been happy to let her breathe freely.
This made the problem worse as there was nothing to soak up the juices leaking from my pussy.
The incredible feeling of my son’s cock rubbing gently against my pussy made me bleed a lot. There must be a big wet spot on his shorts now, no doubt he can feel my wetness now.
At this point, I don’t know what I’m thinking.
My pussy continued to betray me and started getting wet with my son’s bold gestures.
I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t stop myself and I started to move a little… first back, then forward. I started to grind my son a little.
I could feel my pussy lips gently rubbing his cock through his pants. It felt so good, but so wrong.
Somehow this motivated me to continue, even though every rational bone in my body told me it was wrong.
I drive a lot of Jeeps and I knew it would be impossible to see straight in the back seat, especially with Tommy’s boxes and stuff.
I felt electric tingles running through my body as my pussy rubbed against my son’s hard cock. So many thoughts were running through my mind.
I know how wrong this is because this is my son.’ My husband was just a few feet away from me. However, my body was barely able to control itself as I slowly moved back and forth on my son’s hard cock.
Everything I do feels as natural as breathing. How can something so wrong feel so right?
** ** ** **
I couldn’t believe it! My mom was actually massaging my cock. It felt unbelievable and uncomfortable because I really wanted to free my cock from the confines of my shorts, but how could I do that?
If this hadn’t actually happened I would never have believed that my cock could reach such hardness.
When I first made this comment to my father, I didn’t think any of them would understand the implication, especially my father.
I just thought it was a private joke of mine that I would only share in my deepest, darkest masturbation fantasies.
When all of this happened it hit me like a ton of bricks. I love my mom. Not just as my mom, but as a woman.’
Somehow I had never understood all the things that now suddenly became so clear. How did I miss all the signs? I missed all the times he had helped me in my life.
Our interests are very similar. She is the reason I wanted to study biology. I enjoy reading and writing as much as she does, and based on what’s been happening to me so far, I believe I want sex as much as she does.
At that moment I suddenly realised that I wanted her for myself and my father was not good for her. She was too good for him.
Feeling her warm body on my lap and my cock reaching her pussy, I realized I needed to make a decision now.
Dare to try to move things forward, or do nothing at all. If I guessed wrong the consequences would be disastrous.
Dad would kill me, and I would risk angering the most important person in my life: my mom.
I decided it was now or never. I very carefully placed my right hand on my mother’s bare thigh. Just a little bit, in case I’m wrong. I can always say that I didn’t even know where I was placing my hand.
He didn’t move it. Mom also gasped a little. I decided to take a risk. If something happens, I will know in the next minute.
I started to rub and caress her legs slowly. Very slowly back and forth. Oh my god! I could feel and see the goosebumps on her dark thighs. She started panting again, only a little louder.
“Is everything all right, husband?” my father asked.
My mother replied, “It will be a little warmer when I get back.” I couldn’t believe it. Her double meaning was obvious to me, but not to my forgetful father.
“Well, maybe we can stop soon and take a walk.”
“No, it’s okay, Ben. I can handle the heat. We should take some time out before we stop.”
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I felt Tommy’s hand on my leg. He started caressing my thigh slowly. Every voice in my conscience told me to tell him to stop or take his hands away.
The thing is, every fiber of my sexual desire says it feels good. After weeks, maybe years, of being neglected by my husband, I succumbed to the carnal desires of not only my son’s hands, but also his hard cock thrusting into my pussy.
I was no longer his mother; I was a woman with needs to be satisfied. Against all the laws of nature I allowed him to continue.
He rubbed my thighs and I squeezed him gently for a few minutes before I turned over and looked into his eyes.
The look in our eyes as we slammed each other’s passion was enough to light up Las Vegas. His beautiful blue eyes looked at me with incredible passion and desire as he gently caressed my suddenly warm thighs. My heart stopped when I looked lustfully into his eyes.
I wanted to kiss him, but I was only a few feet away from my husband and I didn’t dare. “Damn it, Kim, what are you doing?” I asked myself. I got the answer to my question immediately. As I allowed my son to continue further exploration of my feet.
** ** ** **
I looked straight into Mom’s eyes and continued to caress her thighs. The look she gave me was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was pure desire and emotion. Those eyes said, “Don’t stop.”
“I think that’s a good idea, Kim. We really should try to get through Nevada before we stop. Are you sure you two can ride like this for a while.”
“This is going to be hard, but I think we’ll do it.” I didn’t notice the signal my mom gave me to insert my steely cock into her pussy.
“Maybe you could put on some music so we can pass the time. Don’t we still have that road trip music CD you made last time in the player?”
“Yeah, that sounds good,” my dad replied, and soon he was humming along to the music.
I still can’t believe she allowed this to happen. Until recently, I never thought of my mom in a sexual way. But now I know I want her more than anything in my life.
Of course I knew she was hot. My friends always told me how they wanted to fuck her, but I had never thought of her that way. Until now.
Suddenly, in the last half hour or so, I came to an intense realization of how sexy she really is. As soon as I saw her, I took in her form as a woman for the first time.
Her dark hair hangs down to her shoulders, a style more suited for a young girl rather than a 39-year-old woman.
Her beautiful brown eyes looking into mine sent butterflies into my stomach. Not to mention her body. Oh my god, it’s amazing.
Years of working out in the gym has kept her figure slim and trim. Her perfect big C-cup breasts are as curvy as a young girl’s.
