Mom Sat On My Lap In The Backseat While Dad Drove
Anonymous
Publisher: Amber FoxxFire
Summary
It promised to be a long, boring drive. Dad was taking me to a college in another city and it was just going to be him and I for 16 long, excruciating hours. That was until mom decided she needed to come with. Only trouble was, there was only one place for her to sit: On my lap. Man those potholes were brutal… Excerpt: I heaved the last of the boxes into the trunk of my dad’s car and slammed down the lid. “Hey watch it! It might be a big SUV, but you treat her with respect.” “Sorry dad,” I chuckled, “I forget sometimes you value your car more than mom.” Dad slapped my back jovially. “Tell you a secret son, your mother might be the hottest ass in town, but sometimes its nice to have a lady that’s a little less fiery.” He stroked his car, as if he was rubbing away a bruise I might’ve inflicted on her. I cringed a little. Bless my dad, but he was right. Mom was on the early side of forty and she was as dad calls it, the hottest ass in town. She was just shy of 5 foot 4, with the peachiest ass ever. It didn’t help that she was an avid fitness freak, but it didn’t help slim down her weighty breasts none. Don’t let her small frame fool you though; she’s as feisty as they come. Many a times she used to come running, sticking up for me when I got in trouble with other kids. Come to think of it, I used to lose my shit because the local assholes used to tease mom about being a MILF and if I got really smart, I swear they goad me just to get a telling off from mom. I hated to admit it, but I understood the sentiment; there was something inherently hot about getting a right telling off from a busty MILF, her wagging her finger at me, and her boobs swaying as she gave me a telling off. I could feel the stirrings of an erection just from thinking about her. Maybe moving all the way to a college on the other side of the country was the best idea I’d had in a while. I knew it wasn’t ‘normal’ to fantasize about mom like this. I was 18 and mom was still the constant source of my masturbatory fantasies. I tried thinking about other girls, but none could compare. I opened the front passenger door, ready to settle in for the 16-hour ride before dad’s meaty hand stopped me. “Where do you think you’re going? In the back.” “What? Dad it’s a long trip, I want to take in the scenery.” “Yeah well, we need as much space as possible. I’m shoving the rest of your crap in the front.” He made a show of dropping more boxes in front of me, blocking my way to the front seat. “You’re in the back with your mother.” That took me by surprise. “I thought it was just us two.” “Me too, until she had other thoughts. She didn’t want to say goodbye just yet and I could do with company on the return trip, I guess.”