Author's Note: This is a quick one. One of the often-used tropes in incest erotica is the old "Mom sits on son's lap" set-ups. In case you haven't come across one of these stories, here's the run-down. Because of a move, often related to college, a packed vehicle leads to a bit of a problem. Dad's driving, but there's not enough room for Mom and the son. As a result, an idea of Mom sitting on the son's lap is put forth. The father, often frustrated with traffic, is oblivious to the predicament in the other seat as Sonny gets hard due to the vibrations of the road and a sexy mother in his lap. Even as her panties are pushed to the floor or pulled to the side so that her son's cock can push inside her waiting cunt, Dad is completely clueless.
In this story - he's not so clueless.
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"The train is leaving the station in fifteen minutes," I called out from the open front door. "Be a damn shame if I arrived at Ferrum without the actual kid who is going to the college."
My call to action seemed unheard, though I knew my booming voice couldn't be denied. I slowly walked toward the truck, occasionally looking back to see if anyone finally got their ass in gear. A few minutes later, my wife of just over twenty years, Jenny, appeared at the front door. Like a fine wine, she continues to age all kinds of well. When I met her - also at Ferrum - all those years ago, the idea that this woman who handled a keg stand like a champ would someday give me two amazing children and a never-ending love would have been a ridiculous premise. I just wanted to fuck her at the time. Back then, she had large C-cup breasts, legs that never quit, and a nice little booty that screamed for a slap.
She still has those legs and the booty has only thickened over the years. Still looks amazing when she wears a thong for a date night. And those tits? Pregnancy only increased their size and while she gets frustrated that they don't sit quite as high on her chest as they once did, they are one hell of a sight. She turns heads - both from guys my age and boys half my age. She's a 5'4" sexual dynamo that despite the fact we're now in our 40's, I still can't get enough of touching, licking, and fucking.
I won the lottery the day she said "I do." And don't think I'm not quite aware of that fact.
The last nineteen years have been spent raising our two children - Christopher and his slightly younger daughter Michelle. It was Jenny's plan to get pregnant so soon after Chris was born. She wanted them close together in age. We've occasionally considered having a third child or even more, but ultimately, we felt our perfect little life didn't need more chaos added to the equation. Chris graduated high school over a year ago, but spent a year working and attending community college as he tried to figure out what he wanted to do. We didn't push him to attend Ferrum like we did. Quite frankly, I was hoping he'd fall in love with a state school like Michelle did. A little less of a hit on the old wallet. But he fell in love with the criminal justice department at my old alma mater.
Ferrum started a week before Michelle's college did so we would be doing this big move again next week for her. At first, she was on board with the road trip down to rural southern Virginia, but as we packed the truck, we quickly figured out that there would be no room for her. There barely was enough room for Jenny and Chris. The latter's decision to bring his TV since his roommate wouldn't be bringing his led us to have a partition in the middle of the truck, which largely unnerved me. I could still see over the TV for a full-view as a driver, but it was still very aggravating and damn claustrophobic.
Chris would be sitting in the back seat on the passenger side while Jenny would be riding shotgun.
"Come on, Chris!" I hollered after patting Jenny on the butt. She grinned at me and licked her lips, causing blood to run to my cock. She can still very much get it. Turning my attention back to the house, I again tried to get my son to get his ass moving. "Shake a leg!"
I didn't expect him to be carrying his amp and guitar. It had been decided that he would be leaving them behind after I pleaded with him to consider the size of the dorm room he was going to be sharing. Apparently, my son was calling an audible.
"Got room for a little bit more?"
I could have wrung his neck. When I opted for the extended cab, I sacrificed a good portion of the bed of the truck because having a regular-sized bed and the extended cab was out of my budget. It had been a nearly impossible fit already. We covered the ridiculous amount of his crap with a tarp as the forecast called for potential rain. That didn't include the driver's side backseat, which was also packed.
"Oh, no, not happening," I said holding my hands up. "We don't have time to try to go all Jenga and restack everything, re-tie the tarp, and all that jazz."
"Come on, Dad," he pleaded. "I was talking to this guy James, who Craig knows, and he said his girlfriend's brother also goes to Ferrum and is looking for a guitarist for his post-hardcore band."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Even if I understood all of that, it doesn't change the fact that there is no room for your amp. Listen, parent's weekend is in October. Remind us to bring it with us."
"October?!?!" he said as if I was being completely unreasonable.
He looked toward his mother for help. He had been doing that for nineteen years so I was not surprised by that move at all. Nor was I surprised when Jenny gave me the look of "come on, there's gotta be something we can do." But fitting the amp, plus a guitar, plus a human being into a small section available in my truck was not happening. I tried to make that clear to her.