As I stood at the urinal in the rest stop I was equally frustrated and mad. I had thought that I would be able to play with myself all the way to Pittsburgh! I really felt a big let down. Part of me just wanted to forget the whole thing, but then the horny side took over and I again began to scheme on how I could get to stroke my hard cock while Mom watched. Or maybe even more...
After I finished peeing I just stood there giving my cock a rhythmic squeeze. I would squeeze it for a second, then wait a second, and then repeat the process over again. Followed by an occasional stroke. I saw something out of the corner of my eye and when I looked over I realized that there was a man standing a few urinals down and he was watching me! When I looked over he stepped back a half step and turned slightly to reveal his own engorged cock. "Good Morning" he said. I immediately looked away and stepped in a bit closer to my own urinal to try to hide my hard on from his gaze.
I could not however, resist looking back. He was an older guy. Probably in his early sixties. He was thin and wiry looking. Like he used to work construction or something. And his cock was huge. I do not mean that lightly. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen. Bigger than the one's I saw in the magazines. As my gaze drifted down to what he had in his hand he stepped back even further and began to stroke it furiously. My mouth fell open.
Just then another man came in and the guy shifted back so that the urinal shielded his hard-on. I took that opportunity to step into one of the stalls and waited there a few minutes for my own hard cock to settle down a bit. I didn't want to come out of the men's room with my cock tenting my shorts out! When I became only semi-hard I pulled my underwear to the side so that my cock and balls were free from them (underwear was so confining) and then I put my cock up so that it was held in place by the elastic band of my shorts. This way, when I pulled down my T-shirt it was hard to tell that my cock was hard at all. I opened the stall door and as I rushed out of the bathroom I saw that the older guy had already left the men's room.
When I got back to the car Mom was already sitting behind the drivers wheel waiting for me. I also noticed that the "guy" was sitting in his car a few parking places away from us with a woman who was probably his wife. I looked over and saw that they were both looking my way. He was pointing and saying something and she was looking right at me with a smile on her face. I cowered into the car. The way she was looking at me made me feel a funny feeling in my stomach. I wished for a second that Mom wasn't there so that I could see where this would go. But that wasn't in the cards.
Then I noticed something else. Mom's skirt was no longer just above her knee. It was at least four or five inches higher. I could see her thighs. Heaven! As I got in I was looking at her legs from calf to thigh, and then I looked up into her eyes. She obviously noticed my lust filled eyes and beaming smile as I took in the beauty of her slim legs. She was smiling back at me as she reached out and cupped my chin in her hand. "You are so sweet, you know how to make a girl feel good about herself!" "Mom, you have the prettiest legs that I have ever seen." I said with great enthusiasm. "Well I hope you enjoy the view." She replied with a laugh as she backed the car out. Now lets get going.
As we headed down the road Mom continued with the usual travel banter. I thought about telling Mom what I had seen in the men's room just to get the subject onto sex, and to see what her reaction would be. But I just couldn't get myself to bring up the subject. I guess I was scared that she would ask me to describe what his cock looked like, or worse yet, how it made me feel to see it all hard like that!
I was watching her legs as much as I could without being absolutely obvious. I noticed that within minutes of being on the road, she was "scratching" her thigh and this caused the hem of her skirt to rid up her right leg another inch or two. They looked so good. I kept trying to think of any excuse that I could use for touching them. But to no avail. They looked so sexy. She always wore skirts to the knee, even on the rare gardening day she wore shorts that were that long. This was a rare treat indeed. Although she did not have much of a tan I could make out a slight tan line just above her knee. I could not get over how beautiful and sexy it looked the way her legs went from tan a few inches above the knee to pure milky white thighs just above that. It was a good thing that my cock was being held in place by the elastic band of my shorts. Once again I was as hard as a rock.
When I finally accepted that the excuse of putting my head on her lap to take a nap would sound too hokey (might work at night though) I decided to try and see if I could have some fun another way. "I'm feeling really tired" "Do you mind If I take a little nap?" I asked. "Not at all honey" she said, "You kids usually sleep all the way to Pittsburgh whenever we make this trip." "There's a pillow in the back seat you can use."
As I turned and reached over the backseat for the pillow I used the opportunity to free my hard cock from its elastic jail. It felt so good to touch it. I then positioned the pillow in the front seat so that my head was resting against the door. I pulled down my baseball cap so that my eyes were shielded from the sun and from Mother's field of view. I kept my hands in my lap so that my condition was also hidden from view. I had a perfect view of her legs but she could no longer see me looking! I noticed as she drove that she allowed her legs to part. She was sitting there at the steering wheel basically with her legs spread. As she became more relaxed, her legs would part a little more. The sight of the hem of her skirt stretched tight between her parted thighs was almost too much for me. Just the sight of her inner thigh had me almost ready to cream!
After about a half-hour of pretending that I was asleep (and enjoying the leg show that mom didn't know she was giving me) I was as aroused as I had ever been. I decided to "spring" my trap. It was no accident that I had decided to wear my gym shorts that morning. First of all they are very short. They are also baggy, and they have a small slit up the side of each leg. I shifted myself so that I could peek from under my ball cap at Mom's face, without her being able to tell that I was looking at her. I also spread and stretched both of my legs, and moved my hands away from my lap to my sides. That did it. My hard-on took it from there.