I pulled out of the driveway and headed toward the school. We discussed what we would do and agreed that I should go now and say goodbye to who I wanted to before meeting with the principal. Mum was going to go and see Cindy to say goodbye, as well as make sure everything she needed to do before leaving work was done. When I was finished at the school, I would walk down to her work. We would most likely leave from there and begin our drive back to Granny's.
I spent nearly an hour talking to the principal about my options, and we decided that due to it being the end of the semester, it would be almost impossible to organise another school until after the Easter break. On top of that, the school had recently set up a school-from-home option for teen parents. This was all run off the back of school from home during COVID-19.
The infrastructure was all there, and it was not a big deal to just change that. This way, I wouldn't have to enrol in a different school or jump through any hoops. I would be dealing with the same teachers that I had been for the year so far, and they would be understanding of the situation as well as being familiar with my work. It all worked out a lot simpler than I thought it would be.
As I was now an adult and as such considered a mature-aged student, it freed up a lot of options for me and actually made it a lot simpler. I had gone into the meeting thinking that if it all was too complicated, then I would just quit school and go get a full-time job, but this made it worth staying with it. I would still be getting a job, obviously, but this left a lot more options open to me.
I walked out of the school with a spring in my step, and I felt a lot better about things than I had been feeling beforehand. I got to catch up with a couple of friends, but as I said earlier, I didn't have a huge collection of friends. It was nice to catch up with the few I do have, though, and we all promised to stay in touch. Part of me knew that that would probably only last until school finished anyway and everyone would move on to their own new lives. I felt like I was just taking that first step a little earlier than they were. A year ago it would have made me sad to be leaving my friends behind, but now I was just feeling excited for the future.
My head was in the clouds as I walked back to Mum's work. I felt strange as I walked into her office. I had met Cindy before, but I had never been inside her office. She welcomed me in and was quite friendly, but I still felt like I had interrupted something.
By now it was four o'clock, and we still had an eight-hour drive ahead of us. If we left right now, we still wouldn't get in until midnight. I hated doing it, but I reminded her what the time was, and she seemed to come to the same conclusion I had. If we were going to go, it had to be now.
We said our goodbyes while Mum and Cindy promised to stay in touch with each other. I headed for the car, doing a quick once-over to make sure I had everything I needed at hand, and then sat in the driver's seat while Mum hugged and thanked
Cindy. She finally got in the car, and we headed off.
"Sorry to have rushed you out of there, Mum."
"No, you're right; it got later than I expected, and we really do need to get going."
We left town on the same road we had come in on. You would think there would be a sad moment when we said goodbye to the place we had lived in so long. The only town that had ever been my hometown, but the only thing I felt was relief, and judging by the smile on her face, it wasn't too hard to guess that Mum was feeling the same way.
The highway was busy, and the further we went, the busier it got. Within half an hour we had only gotten to the next town, and the road was packed. The traffic was travelling about twenty kilometres per hour below the limit, and it was already becoming frustrating.
I found a turnoff to our left that would take us out through some rural towns and country roads before it reconnected with the highway about a hundred K's north of where we were. It was a more scenic route and would normally take a bit longer than going down the highway because of the small towns you had to slow down for, but school holiday traffic might well be the exception to the rule. I pointed it out to Mum and asked if she thought it was worth a try.
"It doesn't look like anyone is turning off there, so it might be worth it. We keep going like this, and we won't get there until three or four in the morning. Go for it."
I indicated and eased out of the traffic that had slowed even more as they began to bunch up, slowing for the town ahead. I turned off and felt the sense of claustrophobia disappear as I accelerated down the country lane that I knew turned into an old rural highway in about five kilometres. A couple of cars followed me, either sensing that I knew something that they didn't or maybe they were locals too. They seemed happy to let me lead the way, though, so most likely they just wanted off the packed highway as much as we did.
The road wound itself through a nice landscape of rivers and farms as the valley spread out around us. We made pretty good time considering, and it wasn't until we approached the intersection where we would have to re-join the highway that I felt the stress begin to creep back in. I was glad the intersection had a set of traffic lights because we would have had to sit there for however long it took for someone to let us out.
Mum took out her phone and looked at the time and then the traffic ahead of us. Sighing, she shook her head.
"I knew it was a crap time to travel, but I didn't think it would be quite this bad."
"Do you think many will stop for the night along the way?"
"Who knows? Some will turn off depending on where they're going, but others will join in along the way, so I don't know if it will improve much at all. I think we might be better off seeing if we can get somewhere to stay for the night."
"We might have to do that but not yet. Let's see how we feel after we stop for dinner."
"Are you right to drive a little longer?"
"Yeah, I've only been going for a bit over an hour. We'll swap at two hours; that will put us around dinner time. What do you think?"
"Sounds like a plan. Truth is, as much as I want to get back to Granny, I am just happy to be out and about and free."
She grinned at me as she said the word free. It was like she was tasting the word in her mouth for the first time and was delighted at how sweet it was. I could sense her excitement and was feeling the joy she was radiating. She scooched across, undoing her seat belt, and kissed me on the cheek. I couldn't help but grin at her enthusiasm and excitement.
Her hand landed in my lap, and she gently caressed my cock.
"Tonight, I am going to make full use of that freedom."
Her breath was hot on my neck as she whispered in my ear, and it made my cock stand to full attention. I could feel her hand fishing around as she nibbled on my earlobe. She found my fly and pulled it down, then her hand was in my shorts. She pulled the top of my underwear down and released my cock into the cooler air of the car. She stroked me a few times and used her thumb to smear the slippery pre-cum around the head. It felt incredible, and I definitely didn't want her to stop.
