Sitting on my Son's Lap

Sitting on my Son's Lap It was in August. We spent the morning packing the car. Our son Mike goes to college. It was morning, but it was 90 degrees outside. And her husband, Mike, and I was pretty sweaty loading the car. The suitcase was already full and the rear seat does not fit much more. Mike returned to the house, to the last of their belongings.

I heard him leave the house. I turned around and saw him carrying his 42-inch flat-screen TV. "Where are you going to put the TV?" I heard his father ask.

"I do not know, but I do not want to leave him. Maybe we can move some things around in the back seat."

I looked in the back seat. "I do not think so, son." Mike looked into the car. "We can put it in the middle of the front seat."

"Ok, college man," I said. "So where's your mom going to sit?"

I saw on his face trying to come up with a solution. "I have an idea," he said. He opened the passenger door. Dal television Wednesday. Then he came in and sat down. "See plenty of space.

Here mom sitting next to me." I tried to sit next to her son. I could not sit on the seat, but the door would close. Now, I'm not a big woman. I stand about five feet tall and weighs only one hundred pounds. It was my son take up the entire space. He was over six feet tall and weighed about 200 pounds. "It's not me, it's taking up all the room, it's you. Would not work. Know what, let the TV and when we came to visit you, we will bring it with us."

"Not a chance," he said when I got out of the car and stood by the door.

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

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

"Mike, it's a five-hour drive to his school," his father said.

"I know, but my mom does not weigh much. What do you say, Mom. Would you mind sitting on your lap?"

"Ok, I'll sit on your lap. But if it's too uncomfortable I stopped at a rest stop.," I said looking at my husband Steve. He agreed. "Ok, let's take our showers, so we can get on the road."

My shower did not last long. Since I sit on my lap sons for five hours, I wanted something real comfortable fit. My jeans would be too tight. In addition, it was too hot to wear. I looked in my closet. When I went though my clothes I found a summer dress I brought. It was a short type with sleeveless arms. It is switched in front. I undid it and put it on. When I finished, turned it on, I noticed that showed her bra too. I took it off again. I removed her bra and put the clothes back. I looked in the mirror. I really did not need a bra. Even at thirty-seven my breasts were still alive. The dress was short. It came only to mid-thigh. I slipped on a pear white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought. "For Mother eighteen year old son, I still looked good. Know that my husband

still love the way I look.'s Trying to fuck me at least five times a week." I heard the horn.

I ran down, shut and locked the door and headed to the car. My son was already in his seat. I sat on his lap and swung his legs in the car. I looked down and notice my dress barely covered my thighs. It went pretty high. My son was wearing baggy shorts and T-shirt. I closed the car door.

I was glad I wore this dress. I felt the back of my bare feet on bare feet of my son. "How are you doing?" I asked my son.

"Well, Mom, I really do not weigh anything., No problem."

I was watching TV on my husband. "Do you have enough space to drive?" I asked.

"Sure," he replied. I saw only his head. "Can you still see?" I laughed.

"Just the head, dear." Are you comfortable? " I turned around on a bike for my son. "Yes, I do not mind it at all."

I turned on the radio. When I listened to music. I started to feel something hard. I move my ass, but did not disappear. Also, I noticed my son got real quiet. "It was not there when I first sat down." I thought. Then I realized what I felt. My son was still hard. I really did not think that he harshly by sitting on his lap. I felt that continues to grow. "My God," I thought. "How great is what you get." I wondered what he was thinking. They think that I do not feel the crack on your butt? I looked down at my feet. My dress got up a little more. I could almost see my panties. Hands My son was in the seat on each side of me. I wondered if he could see how high my dress rode up. I realized I like the idea of â  â  my clothes are so high. It gave me a little thrill knowing I could give my son the hard way. We are only on the road for about an hour. There were still four hours to go. I knew that my husband could not see how high my dress, or it would be looking at my feet. TV block everything from his point of view. I felt my son move your body around. When he made his penis ended up on the back of my ass. I quite wanted to try something.

"How are you doing, son," I asked him.

"I'm fine, Mom, how are you feeling?"

"I like what I feel," I replied. "Are your hands tired, where are they?"

"Yes, it's a little uncomfortable," "Here, try it if they feel better," I said as I hold both hands and placed them on my bare thighs. "Is that better?"

"Yes, it's much better."

I looked down. When I put my hands up to my thighs, I gave them hands down. The thumb rests on the inner thighs, very close to my panties. I liked how it looks. I wished that they would move up and touch my pussy. I knew not. The more I felt his hands on me, the more I wanted to feel me. I rested my hand on his. It seemed very innocent. I started rubbing the top of his hands. Like any mother would but I had something else in mind. I looked http://www.datingadvice.com/reviews at my husband. I liked the idea of â  â  the hands of my son for me and my husband right there.

As I rubbed my hand, I tried to move the legs a little. He did not give me any resistance. Now his hands were on her skirt with his fingers still on my bare thighs. I got up a little bit so I could pull her skirt a little. His hands moved to her skirt. I looked down and saw my panties. His fingers were so close to the touch. I raised my right hand and placed it on my panties. He left his hand there. I spread my legs a bit. When I did it, his hand dropped between her legs. I took his hand and pressed it to my panties. My sons hand was now on my sleeves covered pussy. I felt wet. I wanted more.

When I removed my hand, left hand on me. It was not moving or anything. He was just letting his hands rest on my pussy. I waited for him to start moving his fingers. Nothing. Maybe he was afraid. I knew how to fix it.

I took his hand and moved it to the top of the pants. When I knew his fingers over my panties, squeezed my hand against my body and slowly slid his fingers between my panties and bare skin. I kept moving her hand down until I felt his fingertips barely touch the top of my pussy lips. I pushed his hand away. I could not get her hand between her legs all the way under my panties to feel my pussy. My pants were too tight for both of our hands. I finally felt as he tries to move his hand further down, in order to find the entrance. When I took my hand in his pants, my son left his hand on my pussy. I stood up, my hips, hooked my thumbs on each side of my panties and pulled them down to his knees. Once I did that, I felt Mike move his hand so he could get his fingers inside me.

My panties kept me from spreading his legs really get to feel me. Before I could move my hand to my panties, Mike used his other hand and started pulling them down around his ankles. I lifted my leg so he could take them all the way off. I spread my legs as wide as I could. That was all he needed. I was so wet that sank two fingers in me at once. I let a low moan.

"Are you okay?" my husband asked me. He looked at me. I smiled and said, "I'm fine .. I thought it would be a problem, sitting on my sons lap, but it really is not that bad to drive" Here I am talking with my husband and my son's fingers in me. "How far is it until you stop it?"

"I will not stop until I go a little farther," "How about you Mike, you can go a little farther?"

"Yes, Mom. Could I go much further," "Well," I replied. "The further we go, the more I like it."

That's okay with you, is not it darling? "I asked my husband.

"Yes, I like the idea that it is not stopped." He replied.

I turned and looked at my son, "Me do it. I do not want you to stop."

"Mike?" my husband asked my son, "How are you doing with my mom on my lap?"

"No problem, my dad, my mom always moving, so one does not get uncomfortable position. Picks up from time to time to liberation from oppression." As my son talking to his father, was sinking her fingers deeper into my pussy.

Mike began to move his fingers in and out of me. I adult dating had to bite my tongue to keep from groaning. I pressed her hand on his. I pushed his hand hard into my pussy. I wanted to know, I wanted him to go deeper in me. He got the idea and buried his fingers in me as deep as he could. I

started moving her hips to the rhythm of his fingers. I looked at my husband. It was good that the TV was blocking his view. If he could see his son with his fingers deep into his mother's pussy, I do not really know what he would do. My whole body begins to respond to his fingers. Without warning, pulled his fingers out of me. I felt disappointed. It did not take long. My son started to unbutton my dress. He started at the top and works its way down to the bottom. How do I unbutton my dress I felt the cool air from an air conditioner in your car. It made my nipples even harder. I felt him unbuttoning the last button. He opened my dress.

In front of me was completely naked for my son to do what ever he wanted to do with me. He started ran his hands up and down my body. He started fondling both of my tits. Still cupping the hands. I hit chest that could push on my tits even harder.

I raised my hips and pulled my dress out from under my ass. My son understood why.

He dropped his hands to unzip his pants. I had to get up so he could get to his zipper. I heard him expand his pants. Despite his penis stuck under your butt. I raised my hips more.

"All right, darling?" My husband asked me. "You're still uncomfortable on our sons bike? Want me to stop, so you get more comfortable?"

As Mike demolition of his underwear, I felt his release trapped bird itself. I sat back down at him.

His penis was pushing on the back of my naked ass.

"No, that's okay, honey." When I move just right, I think I'll have a real comfort. What about you Mike. It is something that needs to be done to comfortable? Is there anything I need to do? " Mike put his hands on either side of my hips. "If the mother has raised some so I can position myself better." I understood what my son said.

I lifted my ass up in the air as high as possible. I felt one of his hands come from my hip. I knew what he was doing to her. I started falling back down to Mika. I felt the head of his penis on its input. I ran more. His penis slid easily into my pussy. As I'm reducing my son's dick, his dick was opening my pussy walls wide. I groaned. I could not help myself.

My husband looked at me. "Are you sure you want me to stop?"

When I lowered myself until I felt my son's dick bottom in my pussy. "No, no, do not stop, I want you to move on. I'm good for the next half hour or so. What you Mike, you're good for the next half hour?"

"Yes, Mom, he sat on me, which is dating located so I would have no problem. Gotta pick up for a while. Is that okay?"

"You want me to pick you?"

"No, just stay on my lap and I'll pick up with me." He says that my son lifted his hips driving his cock deep in me. I almost came right then.

"Here, let me give you a little comfort." I shook my ass and forward causing his penis to move inside me more. As I drove my son's dick, I looked at my husband. Mike is still pushing his penis in me as hard as he could. "If only he knew. Here I am naked, fucking my son with my husband next to me."

How long do you think we can see Mike, after settling down in his bedroom? " "So with my work load, it will be difficult to get away, but not so long from the disk, you can visit him without me."

Talking with my husband my son penis in me, I even hornier. "I do not feel sick every time I come. I will, as I do. Is that okay with you Mike?"

"Mom, you can lose as much as you want. Actually, the more you come, the more I like it." As it ended, he tried hard at me. "How long do you think he will come?" he asked.

"Soon, Mike really soon," I started moving my ass back and forth on his penis. Only a part of me moving my ass. My head still so my husband did not understand what we were doing.

I felt an orgasm coming. I took Mike hands of my hips and pulled on my tits. My son Dick my hands on my tits were too. I felt wave after wave hit me. All I could do was tense my body. It took a good thirty seconds. It was the longest orgasm I've ever had. Exhausted, I lay back on my son. He was not finished with me yet. Still thrusting his penis in me. His legs went straight out. My son started shooting his cum in me. I could feel it filling me. I felt very warm. I remained still until emptied his penis in me. We were both spent.

"It's a sign saying that the place to eat about ten miles down the road. Guy Are you hungry?"

"Yes, Dad, I could eat something," said Mike. I turned and looked at Mike. He smiled at me. "And what about you, Mom, do you think you could eat something?"

"I'm pretty full, but I think I could eat a hot dog or something."

I bent over to pick up my panties that ended up on the floor mat of the car. When I bent down to pick them up, I felt that my son Dick fall off me. I put leg warmers though the legs and pulled them up.

Just before I pulled on my pussy. My son reached over and again struck his finger at me. I gave him a playful slap on the hand. He pulled his finger out of me and I pulled my panties. I started buttoning up my dress. I felt my son stick his penis back into his pants and zip.

"After we eat, how long to drive us to do?" I asked my husband.

"About two hours. Do you think you can manage that for another two hours."?

"I know it does not matter," I said to my husband. "When Mike can take, I can sit on my lap for another two hours. What you Mike. Would you mind your mom sitting on my lap for two hours?"

"Well, the first two hours went pretty fast. I imagine that the next two hours will go as fast or even faster."

"I thought that at least one of you will complain now."

"I have no complaints, you have a son?"

"Mom I would not complain, though ride lasted longer."