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Sitting On My Son's Lap #1

It was August. We spent the morning packing the car. Our son, Mike was leaving for college. It was morning but

already it was 90 degrees outside. Mike and husband, and | were getting pretty sweaty loading up the car. The

trunk was already full and the back seat wouldn't fit much more. Mike went back in the house to get the last of

his things.

| heard him cout of the house. | turned around and saw him carrying his 42 inch flat screen TV. "Where are

you going to put the TV?" | heard his father ask.

"I don't know, but | don't want to leave it. Maybe we can move sstuff around in the back seat."

I looked in the back seat. "I don't think so, son." Mike looked in the car. "We can put it in the middle of the front

seat."

"Ok, college man," | said. "Then where is your mom going to sit?"

| could see on his face he was trying to cup 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." | tried to sit next to my son. | could sit in the seat, but the door wouldn't close. Now, | am not a

big woman. | stand about five feet tall and | only weight hundred pounds. It was my son taking up all the room.

He was already over six feet tall and weighed around two hundred pounds. "It's notthat'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 cto visit you we'll bring it

with us."

"No way," he answered as | got out of the car and stood by the door.

"Make up your mind, Mike, it's hot out here."

"Ok," Mike looked at me. "Ok, you can sit on my lap."

"Mike, it's a five 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?"

'0k, I'll sit on your lap. But if it gets too uncomfortable | want to stop at a rest stop." | 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 | would be sitting on my sons lap for five hours, | wanted to wear something

real comfortable. My jeans would be too tight. Plus it was too hot to wear them. | looked in my closet. As | was

going though my clothes | found a summer dress | brought. It was the short type with sleeveless arms. It

buttoned up in the front. | unbuttoned it and put it on. When | finished buttoning it up, I noticed it showed my bra

to much. | took it off again. | removed my bra and put the dress back on. | looked in the mirror. | really didn't

need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only cto the middle of my

thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. | took one last look in the mirror. | thought to myself. "For a mother of

an eighteen year old son, | still looked good. | know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuckat

least five times a week." | heard the car horn.

| ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat. | sat

down on his lap and swung my legs into the car. | 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. | closed the car door.

| was glad | was wearing this dress. | could feel the back of my bare legs on my son's bare legs. "How are you

doing?" | asked my son.

"Fine, mom, you really don't weigh anything. No problem."

| looked over the TV at my husband. "Do you have enough room to drive?" | asked him.

"Sure," he answered. | could only see his head. "Can you even see me?" | laughed.

"Only your head, dear." Are you comfortable?"

| wiggled around on my son's lap. "Yea, | don't mind this at all."

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| turned on the radio. As | was listening to the music. | started to feel something hard. | reposition my ass, but it

didn't go away. | also noticed my son got real quiet. "It wasn't there when | first sat down." | thought to myself.

Then | realized what | was feeling. My son was getting a hard on. | really didn't think about giving him a hard on

by sitting on his lap. | could feel it still growing. "My god," | thought to myself. "How big is it going to get." |

wondered what he was thinking. Does he think | can't feel it between the crack of my ass? | looked down at my

legs. My dress had rose up a little more. | could almost see my panties. My son's hands was on the seat on each

side of me. | wondered if he could see how high my dress had ridden up. | realized I like the idea of my dress

being up so high. It gavea little thrill knowing | could give my son a hard on. We only been on the road for

about an hour. There was still four hours to go. | knew my husband couldn't see how high my dress was or he

would be looking at my legs. The TV block everything from his view. | felt my son shift his body around. When he

did his dick ended up on the back of my ass. | kinda wished he would try something. "How you doing back there,

son," | asked him.

"I'm Ok, mom, how are you feeling?"

"I like what I'm feeling," | answered him. "Are your arms getting tired where you have them?"

"Yea, it's a little uncomfortable,"

"Here try this to see if it feels better," | said as | took a hold of both of his hands and placed them on my bare

thighs. "Is that better?" "Yea, that's a lot better."

| looked down. When | put his hands high on my thighs, I put them palms down. His thumbs were resting on the

inside of my thighs, very close to my panties. I liked what it looked like. | wished he'd move them up and touch

my pussy. | knew he wouldn't. The more I felt his hands on me, the more | wanted him to feel me. | rested my

hands on his. This seemed very innocence. | started rubbing the top of his hands. Just like any mother would, but

| had something different in mind. | looked over at my husband. | liked the idea of my son's hands onwith my

husband right there. As | rubbed his hands | tried to move them up my thighs just a little. He didn't giveany

resistance. Now his hands were on my skirt with his fingers still on my bare thighs. | rose up a little so | could pull

my skirt up a little. His hands moved with my skirt. | looked down and could see my panties. His fingers were so

close to touching them. | raised his right hand and put it on my panties. He left his hand there. | spread my legs

a little. When I did, his hand fell between my legs. | took a hold of his hand and pressed it against my panties. My

sons hand was now on my pantie covered pussy. | could feel myself getting wet. | wanted more. When | removed

my hand, he left his hand on me. He wasn't moving it around or anything. He was just letting his hands rest on

my pussy. | waited for him to start moving his fingers. Nothing. Maybe he was afraid to. | knew how to fix that.

| took a hold of his hand and moved it up to the top of my panties. When | knew his fingers were above my

panties, | pressed his hand against my body and slowly slid his fingers between my panties and bare skin. | kept

moving his hand down until | could feel his finger tips just barely touch the top of my pussy lips. | pushed his

hand down further. | couldn't get his hand all the way between my legs under my panties so he could feel my

pussy. My panties were too tight for both of our hands. Finally | felt him try to move his hand further down so he

could find my entrance. When | took my hand out from under my panties, my son left his hand on my pussy. |

rose up my hips, hooked my thumbs on each side of my panties and pulled them down to my knees. As soon as |

did this | felt Mike move his hand so he could get his fingers in me. My panties keptfrom spreading my legs

out for him to really get to feel me. Before | could move my hand to take my panties off, Mike used his other

hand and started pulling them down around my ankles. | lifted up my leg so he could take them all the way off. |

spread my legs as wide as | could. This was all he needed. | was so wet he sunk two fingers inat once. | let

out a low moan.

"Are you OK?" my husband asked me. He was looking at me. | smiled and said," I'm OK; | thought it would be a

problem sitting on my sons lap, but it really isn't. This isn't going to be so bad of a ride."

Here | was talking to my husband with my son's fingers in me. "How much farther until we stop?"

"I don't want to stop until I go a little further,"

"How about you Mike, can you go a little bit further?"

"Yea, mom. | can go a lot further,"

"Good," | answered. "The further we go, the better | like it."

That's OK with you, isn't it honey?" | asked my husband.

"Yea, | like the idea of not stopping." He answered.

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