My hand slid between the right side of the car and the front passenger seat, pushing the seatbelt aside as my palm rubbed down my mother’s pencil skirt covering her right thigh. Darla was actually my stepmother, my stepmother of a whole 4 months, but I found over the summer spent with her it was much hotter to just call her Mom. I didn’t know why and feared analyzing it too much so I just went with it.
Darla smacked my hand away dismissively for the second time in a row. My father, Charles, continued to drive on interstate 24 as we passed Chattanooga, Tn, about the half way point for the road trip north to my college and new home away from home Michigan State University. Annoying my father with this long drive was an unintended perk of choosing this school. My primary reason for this choice was getting as far away from my dad as possible. I had planned on never returning home or seeing my father again once beginning college.
Of course, that was before I met my stepmother.
The wide table top of my desk along with several stray pieces of wood that would make up my bed stand was fed from the trunk, through the middle Charle’s Lincoln SUV, dividing the left half from the right. The desk was just long enough that the front of it pressed up against the radio center console.
Squished in the back right passenger seat, I could see the top hairline of my father and his forehead but that was it. Anytime Charles changed lanes due to traffic, he let out a series of muttered curses as he could only see the right mirror if he bounced high in his seat, which was difficult as he was a shorter man.
For the last 10 hours of the drive I’ve stared at the blond hair and slender shoulders of my mother sat in front of me. It didn’t hit me until the last few minutes that this might be the last time I ever get to touch her or any woman for that matter. I never was particularly great with ladies in high school. Sure, I was an attractive athlete but I never had great confidence. But with Darla it was different. Something about her being older than me and, quite frankly, hornier than I gave my confidence I’d never have elsewhere.
With a quick glance at my father to ensure his eyes were on the road, I leaned forward and snaked my whole arm through the crevice and reached around my mother. My right palm was softly placed on my mother’s right inner thigh. The moment obviously startled Darla and made her freeze as my fingertips made a crease in her skirt between her thighs. Rubbing up and down on her right thigh, I noticed her body stiffen but she didn’t smack my hand away this time.
The palm of my hand brushed down to her knee, the farthest I could reach, then when it came back up it slipped inside her loose pencil skirt. I felt the soft creamy skin of her inner thigh. That sensitive flesh barely touched by light or the sight of people. The tenderness right before it met her underwear.
Sticking my middle finger out, I drew a long line on her panties from the bottom all the way to the top before repeating the process. I could tell from the slow rise and fall of my mom’s shoulders that she was taking a deep breath. She was settling into the moment. And then her thighs notched open for me bit by bit.
A smile curled in the corner of my lips as I looped my fingertips around the face of her panties, spending an extra second teasing her clit each passing moment. Glancing out the windows to my right, the faces of the other drivers my father passed looked upon us, unaware as my hand slipped inside my mother’s panties.
My hand pressed against her freshly shaved pussy and a smile broke across my lips. As much as she acted like she didn’t want to fool around, she sure did prepare for it. We had fooled around through most of the summer. It was like an addiction for her. The lack of sex from my father left her high libido out of check. It seemed weekly meetings in the bathroom at night, afternoons by the pool, or occasional morning ravaging sex in my bedroom became a regular thing. Each time they ended with me wanting more and Darla saying that was the last time.
It was always a lie.
The closest she came to truth had been this last time. It had been 3 weeks since we last fucked like wild animals in the master bedroom. It didn’t help that we very nearly were caught as that time my father unexpectedly came home and went inside the master bedroom. We hid in the bathroom listening to each other’s heart racing until he finally went to the kitchen for a drink.
Parting her lips, I felt the moisture on my finger as I pressed inside her. Dipping in and out of her pussy, I could tell my mother was lowering her hips to give me a better angle. I fingered my mother’s pussy faster but not fast enough to cause sound as I knew with how wet she was there would come a squishing noise soon. She was panting. Her breathing was erratic as my thumb brushed back and forth on her clit. Her right hand smacked down on my right arm suddenly. Her grip tight, it was a warning she tried to give me to either not to dare stop, because she was about to cum, or to stop immediately, because she was about to cum.
I decided to go with the former as I bit my lip and pumped my finger in quicker. Both my mother’s hands clamped down on my one arm almost pleading as I felt her buck her hips. Dragging her soaking cunt on my hand roughly before her now slick thighs snapped shut around my hand. Darla didn’t make a sound and she didn’t even breathe but I could sense the marvelous agony she was in at that moment. The orgasmed peaked as she flexed and struggled with all her being not to moan.
Charles must’ve noticed something because I saw his head turn her way, but it wasn’t interesting enough for him to hop up to look at her. Seconds passed and my hand was still trapped between her thighs though I felt her breathing return to normal. Eventually, like the gates to heaven, her legs parted and her grip loosened off me allowing me to retract my arm.
“We’re getting close to Nashville,” Charles said, freezing both of us.
Darla cleared her throat, “uh, yeah, did, um, did you want to stop there?”
“Yes,” he replied dryly. “Get out your phone. Find a hotel.”
My mom grabbed her phone from the door pocket and tapped my arm as if reminding me it was still on her lap.
“Read them to me. I don’t want you choosing. We’ll end up in another budget shit hole, again.”
“Yes, dear,” Darla cleared her throat politely, listening to her husband’s orders as she scrolled on her phone. “Umm… executive suites, Holiday inn…”
A wicked smile curled the corner of my lip as I began circling my mother’s clit again. Her hand tapped mine as if to say she was trying to concentrate which only bid me to quicken my pace.
“Uh… erm…” mother cleared her throat and adjust in her seat. My fingers slid effortlessly across her soft skin with the slick lubrication of her juices coating her pussy from the first orgasm. “S-sorry, honey, its… um, ohh… hehe, it’s loading.” She lied as her elbow nudged my arm. “Intown suites… uh… Hilton…”
“Check Hilton,” Charles said, changing lanes as we passed a sign for Nashville.
My fingers rubbed back and forth over and over. I knew her following orgasms came even quicker after the first and she would be on the edge soon.
“They’re, uh, shhh… erm, sorry, um, they are all booked up tonight,” her voice peaked a high pitched tone at ‘all’ and covered her mouth with one hand.
“Damn,” Charles said. “Look harder.”
“There’s the- the, oh god…” Mom groaned as I vibrated my fingers back and forth on her clit.
Charles glanced over at his wife though all he saw was a wooden desk. “What’s wrong with you?” He leaned over to his side which was the first in a series of steps he had to do to look over the barrier.
“Oh, uh, uh, uh nothing, it’s um, it’s probably good to stop. I think I’m getting car sick is all,” Darla said leaning to her left and looking over the desk barrier before he could. He looked at her then looked away with the same disinterest he had for any personal details about his wife.
“What other hotels they got?” He pressed on with his main concern: himself.
I had paused my fingering when I thought I was about to be caught but started up again immediately after. There was no stopping this train now. Mom’s knees pressed to the side. One hit the door and the other the desk to her left as she jetted her crotch out. Amazingly, she was humping my hand, quite aggressively I might add, and not even moving her upper body. I imagined her thick breasts jiggling from the movement of the car. Her blonde hair draped over her shoulders and the mess of juices she was leaving behind on her husband’s passenger seat.
Taking a deep breath she spoke in a strained voice, “there’s the Omni. They’ve got ugh, rooms.”
“Yeah, do that one. I’ve stayed there before. Get two rooms,” my dad said. There was a long pause as Darla leaned forward and to the left, hiding her eyes beneath her left palm as I felt her thigh tremble and her pussy convulse as a squirt of juices spray my palm as I fingered my mom. “Darla?”
“Yes!” My mom groaned aggressively and continued to pant and cough to cover the sounds of her juices hitting the floor mats of his vehicle. Giving a final circle of a rub on my mother’s soaked lips before pulling my hand away, I felt a shuttered go through her as she panted and cleared her throat. “I, um, okay… okay… I’ve got our rooms, honey.”
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