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Our son Josh was going back to university for a new year, and he had a lot of stuff to take. It was just over an hour’s drive, and we reckoned we had two car loads of his stuff that he would need. We had managed to get Josh a room in a shared house. The room was his own, they shared kitchen, bathroom and living room. Paul, my husband, and I spent a good hour trying to cram as much in as we could, the plan was to get up there, drop Josh and his stuff off, and then come back home for a second load, and then basically leave him to it.
We tried getting the stuff into the car, but we really didn’t have a big car and it was looking as if it would be three journeys, and possibly four, and Josh didn’t have a car at all. Luckily the Uni was near to his shared house so he could walk.
“Look,” Paul said, “if we use the front seat and fold the back seat down, then we can get a lot more in, but that only leaves room for one passenger.”
“That means a lot more time spent unloading at the other end Paul,” I said, “why don’t we do that, but I sit on Josh’s lap, it is only an hour, and then there are three of us to do the unloading, it will be much quicker.”
“I think I can cope for an hour with mum on my lap,” Josh said.
“Okay, let’s try it,” Paul said.
Josh sat on the single seat in the back, and I eased myself onto his lap. It seemed okay to me.
“I think that will be okay dad,” Josh said, “It’s only an hour.”
I got off Josh and then out of the car, Josh followed, and we finished cramming as much stuff as we could into the car. Paul stopped at the petrol station as we left and as he topped up the petrol, I went in and bought some sandwiches, drinks and crisps, we would need fuel ourselves after we had finished unpacking at the other end.
As the journey progressed, I became more and more uncomfortable sitting on Josh’s legs and started wriggling to make myself comfortable. This had an unfortunate effect on Josh as he gained an erection which was painfully protruding up between my cheeks. I tried to ignore it but not only was it a little painful, but it was pulsing, and that had an unfortunate effect on me and my own state of arousal.
This was ridiculous, as much as I knew that Josh couldn’t really help it, he was twenty years old, and someone wiggling in his lap was frankly going to cause a state of arousal. I knew that. But I was nearly fifty and I should not get aroused by my son, absolutely not, but frankly I should be able to control myself more.
I found myself holding my breath, breathing in but not out. I gasped a couple of times, trying to stifle them was difficult.
“All alright in the back? Paul asked from the front.
“It isn’t the most comfortable to be honest, but I will survive, just try and avoid the potholes.” I replied.
“All okay for me dad,” Josh added.
The next bit of road was in need of repair, and I found myself bouncing around on Josh’s lap. I tried to manage it by bracing with my arms, but I was only able to get a steady grip on the door, my other hand had only all of Josh’s gubbins to hang on to. I swear that if had been wearing less, then the situation would have been very different.
One big pothole and Josh jolted up, almost going where he really shouldn’t, my body reacting the way I didn’t want, my gasp was much louder and I was desperately trying to control matters. I couldn’t. My pressures were building, my electrics were charging, oh my God this was ridiculous.
“Sorry baby,” I said to Paul, “all this jiggling, I really could do with the loo.”
“Okay sweetie, there is one in just a mile, I’ll pull in.”
I was trying to lift myself off Josh’s lap as much as I could. That seemed to stop matters getting worse, but it didn’t ease them. I was holding on — just.
Paul pulled in and parked, I got out of the car and hurried to the Ladies. I grabbed a cubicle at the end and almost wrenched my knickers off, the crotch was soaking. My hand dived down and I slid my finger along my crease and then inside and wiggled. My other hand was busy too, a finger also in my crease but going upwards, and as I touched my clitoris my body just exploded, an orgasm erupting sending pleasures throughout my body, my toes tingling along with my ears, my fanny clamping hard on my finger.
Eventually my body relaxed, I slipped my gemlik escort finger out of my fanny and wiped myself with toilet tissue. I took some tissue and folded it into a pad and as I pulled my wet knickers back up, I placed the pad in the gusset. Hopefully that would dry my knickers and insulate me a little from the arousing effect of a hard dick in my crotch.
I washed and dried my hands and then went back out to the car.
“All okay sweetie,” Paul asked, “crumbs you are a bit red in the face.”
“Yes love, totally fine, I had a bit of a sneezing fit, I breathed in someone’s cigarette smoke as I went passed them, I think that triggered my nose.”
Where had this woman come from that could lie so easily to her husband? I looked to see if I could find anything that I could put on Josh’s lap to act as a sort of barrier, but everything was packed. Oh well, I would just have to get better at controlling myself. As I settled it seemed that Josh’s erection had receded somewhat, and I didn’t have his hard dick sticking in my crotch.
The rest of the journey went okay, nothing untoward in the crotch department and we arrived at the house share in good time. I was still a little uncomfortable in the knicker department and nipped to the loo to wash my fanny and change the paper tissue pad. The boys were getting in with getting stuff unloaded into Josh’s room, and I began to help with the easy to handle squashy bags. We soon had it all in the room, and so sat down to eat our sandwiches. Lunch was very welcome.
“Why don’t I go back and grab another car load and you stay here and help Josh unpack. I will be able to get more in if there is only me in the car.”
“Oh, are you sure that you will be able to carry stuff on your own?”
“Yes, all the big stuff came in this first load, hence you having to sit on Josh’s lap.”
“Well, okay, if you’re sure.”
Paul checked he had his house keys and phone and headed off. I just lay back on the sofa and drank my drink and looked at the mass of boxes and bags all over the floor. Crumbs, we had a task ahead of us.
“I am sorry about what happened in the car mum,” Josh said.
“Let’s not think about it, let’s get this sorted as best we can.”
We spent the next two hours unpacking and sorting and finding homes for Josh’s stuff, and then Paul arrived back with another car full. And that took us half an hour to bring in and then another hour sorting. I was bushed.
“Look Josh,” I said, “me and your dad are going to get off now, why don’t I pop up tomorrow morning and help finesse it all, at least then you’ll be sorted, you will know where everything is.”
“Okay mum.”
“Right, I’ll bring some lunch again too.”
We hugged and kissed and then Paul and I headed back. We grabbed a Chinese takeaway as we neared home and sat on the sofa watching a cooking programme as we shovelled takeaway, both tired after a full day of lifting and carrying.
Later in bed Paul kissed my neck and my pressures ramped right up, my arousal, it seemed, was still high. I pressed my bottom back to him and felt his hard dick in between my cheeks. I reached my hand down behind me and gripped his dick, slow wanking him before turning to face him and kiss him, his hands going around my back and pulling me to him, his dick now nestling against my stomach.
We were both shattered and tired and a slow gentle lovemaking was in order. I reached down and slid his dick along my crease and then lined it up with my entrance, pushing my hips forward and his dick was engulfed, penetrating my fanny as Paul made pleasing ‘ooh’ sounds. My fanny opened and stretched, almost sucking him inside me, the feeling of being widened was so erotic and with my arousal already high, my pleasures ramped up and my electrics fizzed, I knew I was close, even with only just starting.
Paul began to move, his dick slipping inside me, pushing in and easing back, not great thrusting shagging, just gentle movements that in our tired state were all that we needed. We somehow turned so that I was laying on my back and Paul above me, his hips still moving and his dick slowly filling and voiding, his belly pressing against my clitoris, his balls on my thighs as I kept my legs closed, enjoying the sensations of his dick as it slickly moved inside my wet fanny.
Pauls movements became more urgent and began to increase in tempo, faster and faster, all tiredness now seemingly gone, deeper he was pressing, flatter my fanny lips were pressed, and the slap of sex echoed around the room as my gasps became louder. My breath exploded from my chest as altıparmak escort I shrieked, electrics sparkled in my groin and my orgasm erupted loudly and explosively through my body, fingers and toes tingling and as I was coming down I felt the spurts inside me as Paul ejaculated, his own eruption completing.
Paul eased back, his dick slipping from me, my fanny feeling empty and he lay by my side as we both dozed off into an untroubled sleep. My dreams were of lovemaking and illicit car sex and I awoke more aroused than when I had arrived at Josh’s temporary home, how strange our bodies can be.
I got up and showered, Paul coming in to use the loo as I stood lathering myself.
“God, you are gorgeous,” he said, always a nice thing to hear.
“And you baby are my handsome lover.”
“Will you be at Josh’s all day?”
“Probably until lunch, we will have some lunch and then I will come home. I will do a Toad in the Hole for tea.”
“Sounds perfect. “
When I got to Josh’s he was wandering around in shorts and a polo shirt.
“Hi mum, cup of tea?”
“Why yes, I mean, do you know how to make a cup of tea?”
“Ha, ha mum, yes I do.”
I sat on the edge of his bed, it being the only place to sit, he hadn’t really done much sorting, and the only chair in the room was piled high with clothes. As I sat, I smoothed my dress down and then leant back and watched him as he rinsed some mugs and hunted for his tea bags.
“My milk is in the kitchen fridge, I’ll just pop down and get some in a mug,” and he was gone. Luckily his room being on the ground floor meant he didn’t have far to go, and he was soon back. Teas made he passed me mine and then sat next to me.
“Is there anything that you just don’t have room for, I have space in my car and can take it back if you want.”
“I don’t think so mum. If I do, you can have it next time you come.”
“Oh? I am coming back am I?”
He reddened and looked at his knees, “I kind of hoped so mum,” he said, “I am going to miss you.”
“Wait till the girls see you, you won’t get a moment of peace, and you certainly won’t want your mum cramping your style.”
He was silent and then turned to face me.
“Mum, you will never cramp my style, and I am not interested in young girls, the girls at Uni will be just too young and silly for me.”
To be fair as I looked back in the past, he had some girlfriends, but they never seemed to last long. I just assumed that he had found his way where girls were concerned, I know Paul had ‘the chat’ with him years ago, asking your son if he is a virgin isn’t something that tends to pop up in conversation. But if it was ever was going to, now was the time.
“You have been with a girl I presume, you know what I mean?”
“Yes mum, but I find girls too vacuous, I like a woman.”
“Well just be careful, you really want a girl to grow old with, not someone who is already old, I mean look at me, I am twice your age, and a woman my age is not going to get younger whilst you get older.”
He was quiet for a moment, and then spoke again.
“Yesterday mum.”
“What about it?”
“In the car.”
“Oh. Yes?”
“You did, didn’t you? Cum, I mean.”
“Josh! I would rather we didn’t discuss that.”
“Why not mum? It happened.”
“Maybe, but it shouldn’t have happened.”
“But it did mum. You sat on my lap and you got turned on and you climaxed. You know that you are the first woman that I have made cum.”
I was quiet, what could I say.
“I couldn’t help but get aroused mum,” he added.
The ridiculous thing was that I was getting aroused again, just sitting by him, why? What was wrong with me? I should not get stupidly aroused just sitting next to a boy, never mind him being my son.
“Just like now mum,” he added, as I glanced at him, my eyes were drawn to the bulge apparent in his shorts. Oh.
“When you were helping yesterday mum, you know when dad went back to get the rest of my stuff, quite often mum, as you were bending over, I could see your knickers and I could see that they were wet, just underneath mum, just, you know, by your cunt.”
Cunt. I hated that word, it was so basic, earthy, and it was shocking to hear it come from Josh’s mouth. I trembled.
“Well, you know what happened, so that is why.” I was too ashamed to say anymore, I wished he would just change the subject. The way I felt right now my finger would be up my dress all the way home.
“Are you wet now mum, is your cunt wet and wanting mum, like it was yesterday in the car?’
How could he talk osmangazi escort to me like this? Why wasn’t I just slapping his face and leaving? Trembles went up and down my body every time he said cunt.
“Yes.” I said quietly, it was, wet and wanting.
Josh stood up and faced me. He looked directly into my eyes as he pulled his polo over his head, and then without pausing he pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them, his cock pointing up at me, looking very hard and very ready.
I stood up, his cock inches from me and put my hands on the hem of my dress and pulled it up and over my head. I put my hands behind my back and undid my bra, leaning forward a little as I took it off, and then finally I pushed my knickers down and I was stood naked, inches from my naked son, inches from his bed.
“Lay down mum,” he said as he closed the gap between us. There was only one thing going to happen now. I knew that, Josh knew that, and my fanny was prepared for what was going to happen now. The backs of my legs touched his bed and I sat back and then lay on it, swinging my legs around so I was laying along and not across his bed. Josh climbed onto the bed and knelt between my ankles looking up at me. I keep my pubic hair short, not quite completely gone, I was never that brave, but short enough that none of me was hidden.
Josh looked at my crotch. His tongue was peeping between his lips, and then he bent forward, and I closed my eyes, I didn’t need to see. I felt his breath on my crease, and I parted my legs a little more.
“God mum, your cunt is so beautiful,” my body trembled again and then I almost jumped out of my skin as his tongue parted my lips and delved into my valley. His tongue was rough yet hot and wet and I shivered as it slid along my valley down towards my fanny. His tongue pushed past my opening and into my fanny, probing, wiggling and I almost exploded there and then. My pressures were growing and my pleasures increasing, electrics were fizzing and popping in my groin and I didn’t care how inappropriate this was.
His tongue slipped up from my fanny opening to my clitoris and swirled around, rough and smooth as he licked. I felt his fingers as they pushed inside me and then my eyes opened wide as I felt another pushing in my bottom, three fingers inside me, wiggling, probing, as his tongue pressed on my clitoris and my floodwaters broke and I screamed my orgasm, my fanny clamping hard on his fingers inside it, my arse squeezing hard the finger inserted, I squirted, soaking his face, my back arched off the bed as my whole body tensed as my pleasures coursed through my body.
I was gasping, the pleasures still flowing as he licked my clitoris still, pressures rebuilding as I slowly lay back on the bed, my breath in big gulps as he pulled away from my fanny and lay over me, his hand holding his dick and lining it up. I felt the end of his dick as pressed against my entrance, I felt his dick push past my petals and through my opening, and the I felt a pulse as his dick buried itself deep in my fanny.
No, not my fanny, my cunt, he filled my cunt, his cunt now. He started pumping in and out, my gasps echoing, his dick fat and ready, filling me. He grunted as he fucked me, and I lay there unable to speak, my son fucking me like some Saturday night whore after a dance. In, out, faster, deeper, harder, oh, oh so much harder, the slaps of his body on mine filling my ears.
I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted to, he was filling my cunt with his meat and he was going to flood me with his baby makers. He was pressing harder, I felt as if I was being pressed into the mattress, my cunt was stretching, accommodating, taking all he had to offer.
I had a moment of clarity and knew that this was wrong, I started at him, his eyes wide open as were mine and I tried to speak, to tell him we were sinning, but I couldn’t, he kept going, fuck, fuck, fuck. I was going to be bruised inside, my mons was going to be swollen and bruised, and I didn’t care, I just lay and took it, my hands around his back, my fingernails gouging, digging, scraping, I was out of control and I felt it again, I felt a tightening in my groin, my buttocks clenching and as my climax approached Josh slammed in so hard I thought he must have broken my back, and he let out a guttural roar and my cunt was filled with his ejaculations and then my own body responded.
I screamed again, a loud ‘yes’ echoing as my pleasures erupted and my second orgasm overtook me, my body arching and pulsing up and down as I clutched him tight to me, wrapping my legs around him, squeezing him until my body subsided and relaxed back onto the bed, wet, dripping, throbbing, gulping in air, unable to speak.
I let my legs and arms fall onto the mattress and I lay there staring at the ceiling as I came back to Earth.
“Fuck,” I finally managed.
“So will you come each Saturday and help with my tidying?”