With Mom And Dad In The Car

This is MY version of the classic story about Mom sitting on my lap with Dad driving.

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I returned home angry and depressed. I went directly to my room and closed the door behind me.

"Theo, honey, no hello? Did I do something wrong?"

I yelled from my bed, "No, Mom. It has nothing to do with you."

"Please, come out and talk to me. I hate to see you upset."

Grudgingly, I exited my room and sat with her on the sofa in the living room.

Mother caressed my cheek, "What happened?"

"Never mind. I am not in the mood to talk about it."

She gazed at me pleadingly, "PLEASE... You are my only love, and it hurts me to see you like that."

I stayed silent for a moment and then blurted, "I am done with Mara. We are over."

"Why? You guys were such a nice couple. I thought you liked her company."

"I found out she was too selfish."

"What are you saying?"

"Mom, it's private. It's about a sexual thing. Let's leave it."

Mom smiled, "You can tell me. I was young once. I still remember when I was your age, I was very emotional about everything. Luckily, sex wasn't one of them, and we were fairly wild..."

"Are you sure you want to hear the details?"

"Yes, I do."

"We had sex 4 times already, and both of us climaxed. I gave her head 3 times, and she refused to reciprocate. She said it disgusted her. Today, I helped her do her homework, complete the house chores, and ate her to a massive orgasm. She kissed me and said, 'I love you so much. I'll do everything for you. Just ask.' I said, 'A blowjob. And you can spit it when I am done.' She turned to me with hate written all over her face and blurted, 'Sorry, buddy. Forget about it. It will never happen.' I was devastated and left without saying goodbye. Happy now?!..."

Mom stared at me lovingly, "Honey, I agree with you. It is very unfair that you do so much for her, and she would not try to accommodate your needs. From experience, some women do not like the smell or taste of man's genitals, but there is no reason to get everything and not even try to please their man." Mom's eyes glistened, and she continued, "Unlike Mara, I loved sucking cock from the first time I experienced it. I loved to feel how the organ swell in my mouth, the knowledge I was in control of when my partner would cum, and the taste of man's juice. When I was your age, around 20 years old, I was happy to blow my man even if he didn't have intercourse with me. Frequently, I orgasmed during the BJ, too..." She glanced at me, waiting for my reaction.

I was surprised by Mom's confession and could not resist asking, "What is going on with you and Dad these days?"

"It's a long and painful story. When we started dating, Dad was a perfect gentleman, agreed to everything I requested, and was a terrific sex partner. However, as I turned 30, his enthusiasm diminished. He looked for excuses to leave the house without me, and our sex life dried out quickly. I suspected he was cheating and hired a private detective for several weeks. A month later, the guy returned to me with a large folder. He said, 'You'll find it all inside, but your husband is the biggest bastard I've ever seen. During the last month, he was seen entering different motels with 5 different ladies and spending at least 2 hours each time. The common denominator for all females was their age. Each one was younger than 25 years old. Each girl looked very different than the other, but all were extremely young.' He left, and I checked the envelope. There were pictures of Dad and the girls hugging and kissing, receipts from restaurants, and copies of hotel registrations. I was devastated. Initially, I wanted to kill him. Then I thought of confronting him with the evidence and divorcing him, but I gave up on my plan because you were too young. Raising you while having to work to support both of us would have been too much. So I carried my grief and frustration for all these years..."

"Mom, I had no idea. I should have known better. In retrospect, I recall Dad telling me once, 'Son, you are young. Enjoy young girls while you can. Their expiration age is around 30, and then it's time to switch to a new model.' We laughed when he said it, but I didn't know he meant it. Sorry to hear it. Is he still chasing spring chickens?"

"No doubts. He became too confident I wouldn't find out, and a few times, while emptying his pockets, I discovered incriminating evidence."

"Mom, you are still young, barely 43, pretty with a great figure. Why not divorce him now and find a good man?"

"Nowadays, you are no longer a minor, so I could do it. However, I am scared to end up the same with a man who'll take advantage of me and ignore my needs later."

"... and how do you handle your... physical needs?..."

She smiled bitterly, "I use my pink buddy several times a week, although I'll be frank with you. It's definitely not the same. I miss sucking a decent size penis and having a man ravaging my pussy mercilessly."

Mom and I were good friends, but never before she discussed Dad or her feelings about her marriage. It was the first time I heard Mom speaking about her life and emotions, and I felt sorry for her. I hugged her shoulder and planned to kiss her cheek. She must have had the same idea. She turned her face to me, and our lips met. We smiled embarrassingly.

I said, "It was unintentional, but you taste good."

She blushed, hit me lightly on my thigh, and mumbled, "I liked it, too."

I gingerly turned her face toward me and whispered, "Mom, it's you and me against the world."

Her eyes focused on my lips. Only god knows what went over me, but I kissed her lips tenderly again. Mom did not react, and her eyes continued concentrating on my face.

I murmured, "Mom, I am going to kiss you again." She didn't budge.

I kissed her longer, and gradually, her lips parted for me. My tongue penetrated her sweet mouth and wrapped around hers. Mom's pulse increased, and her hands hugged my chest. Her large breasts pressed against me, and my pecker started stirring.

Next, Mom disengaged from my lips. Her chest was heaving, and she whispered, "Honey, what are we doing?!..."

"Mom, I love you. I loved you all my life, but now even more."

"Honey, I feel the same, but I am your mother, for god sake!"

"We are 2 adults who want the same thing..."

"I know, but it's a major sin."

I French kissed her again, blocking her mouth. She reluctantly let me kiss her, but slowly, her resistance melted, and her hands pulled my neck into her. I massaged her back lightly, and my hand moved gradually to her side. She arched her back, pushing her boobs into my body. I cupped her covered tit and caressed it.

She gasped and mumbled, "Honey, you are not fair. You make me horny..."

As I continued kissing her, I pulled her hand from my neck and placed it on the bulge in my pants. She rubbed it momentarily, and then her mouth left mine. She smiled and said, "Honey, please, indulge me."

Next, her fingers unzipped my fly and exposed my 7". She inspected it admiringly and murmured, "It is such a beauty. Here, let me help you."

Subsequently, her head bent over my lap, and she kissed the spongy head. I was highly aroused. Feeling her lips, my prick jolted, and a large drop of precum appeared on top.

Mom chuckled, "A tasting sample... Thank you." She milked it, rolled it in her mouth, and said, "Pretty mild. I think your real stuff will be less diluted."

Next, her lips enveloped my shaft, and it began disappearing into her mouth. After my failure to persuade Mara to give me an oral, watching Mom was extremely arousing. When my member was maximally erect, it wasn't the smallest one around, yet Mom handled it easily without gagging. I didn't expect it and felt my climax was pending. I warned her, "Mom, you are too good. I don't think I'll last much longer."

She lifted her hand in a thumbs-up sign and bobbed my cock faster. In 30 seconds, I erupted in her mouth like a geyser. I watched her expert mouth swallow my jets as they came without spilling a drop...

When the gushing stopped, she licked my rod clean and grinned, "Honey, I hope you feel better now. And for your information, it wasn't a favor - I loved it as well. I missed the feeling of a hard organ pulsating in my mouth, ending in swallowing tasty juice."

"Mom, you are THE BEST!"

She blushed, "No, thank YOU..."

"May I return the favor?"

"In due time, you will, but I prefer to have your monster conquering my vagina first."

"May I see you naked?..."

"Yes, you can. However, remember I am not Mara's age, and certain parts of my older body have more fat, more sagging, and more wrinkles..."

I grinned, "You are worried for no reason. I love you and couldn't care less about minute details. I touched certain areas, and I doubt I would have been disappointed even if I DID care!"

She undressed. It wasn't a striptease show, but the end result was amazing: Her enormous tits sagged much less than I thought, and the darker nipples dared me to say anything bad about them. Her soft, feminine tummy showed little fat and continued nicely with her widening hips. Her brownish triangular bush was trimmed perfectly.

Watching her naked was enough to expand my cock. She stared at it growing and stiffening before her eyes. If, before undressing, she felt insecure about her figure, noticing my reaction, she cupped her tits and jiggled them seductively before my eyes. My dick was at full mast a few seconds later.

She giggled, "I see you need very little time to recover."

"It's your fault. You are too sexy."

"Would you like me to wear a nun's clothes from now on?..."

"I don't know what clothes you have in your closet, so you choose. However, if it was up to me, you'd be naked all the time."

Mom grinned, "Are you the son I cared for all these years? Is it really the bad education you got at home that makes you such a pervert?..."

I kissed her, "Everything is your fault. Now, let's go to bed."

In bed, I didn't fuck Mom. I made love to her. I kissed her lips and then the side of her neck. She trembled and whispered, "Theo dear, I am aroused already. Don't waste time. Shove your tool inside my pussy and remind me how good sex can be."

I penetrated her moist cunt and began pounding it at an accelerating pace. Initially, I watched her mammaries bounce wildly from side to side, but later, I kneaded and then sucked on them. I intensified my strokes further, and she whimpered, now and then mumbling, "It's sooo good... I loove it. Oh GOD!..." During her orgasm, her body shook, her eyes were shut, and her mouth stayed open. I French kissed her gently.

I continued for about 20 minutes before ejaculating deep in her womb.

We rested in bed, hugging.

In the weeks that followed, the love and bond between Mom and I intensified. It became obvious Dad was no longer a necessary part of our family. I told Mom each time he was around, the song Papa Was A Rollin' Stone popped into my head. Just like in the song, he was a philanderer. I would change a single line in the song: 'Wherever He Inserted His Dick Was His temporary Home...'

Mom and I discussed her divorce, and later, both of us would move to Eugene, Oregon.

...

One night, I received a call from my father. He got into a car accident, and his Mercedes was damaged severely. He reached his sister who lived 3 hours away from us by bus. Dad asked me to pick him up and drive him home. It was too late on a Friday night, and I said I'd do it the following day.

Saturday morning, I told Mom about the phone call. She laughed, "I bet he was in the car with one of his sluts and didn't pay attention to the road. I'll go there with you. I haven't visited his sister in a long time. She called me a week ago and said she had some furniture you could take to the dorms. This will be a good opportunity for us to meet again."

We ate breakfast, and I started driving my old Corolla. The drive was boring, and I yawned. Mom smiled, "Honey, you may fall asleep and end up like Dad. I have an idea." She bent down, placed her head on my lap, opened my fly, and pulled my cock out. It hardened in no time. She said, "Honey, unlike you, I am allowed to sleep on the road. Having your pacifier in my mouth will help me do just that."

"Mom, I doubt you'll be able to sleep. Seeing and feeling my penis between your lips arouse me, and I suspect soon I'll explode in your mouth."

She chuckled, "Even better. If it happens, I won't ask you to stop for a drink..."

I drove for some time with Mom's hot mouth sucking me lightly. It felt great, and I knew my climax was about to happen in the next few minutes. Suddenly, my cell phone rang. It was Dad, "Hi, Theo. I was wondering when you'd be able to pick me up."

"Mom and I are already on the way. We'll be there in about half an hour."

"How's Mom doing?"

"She is fine."

"Does she wish to speak to me?"

"Her mouth is full now. She'll talk to you once we are there."

"OK, son. Drive carefully." Then he hung up.

Mom heard our discussion, and after Dad disconnected, she laughed, "Honey, you are so bad; 'her mouth is full.' Shame on you! As a punishment, I'll drain you." Her mouth started vacuuming my pole, and I ejaculated a few seconds later. Mom kept my cum in her mouth and later spit it into a tiny container that she found in the passenger's drawer.

"What happened? It's not as delicious as before?"

She grinned, "You are not even close. Once we are at the house, I'll keep it in my mouth and kiss my loving husband, sharing it with him."

"Mom, your brain is much more deviant than mine!..."

She chortled, "For years, I tolerated HIS shenanigans. I think he deserves to feel it at least once."

"What if he recognizes it's man's sperm?"

"No chance. Even when our sex life was at its peak, after sucking him, he never kissed me for 48 hours. He never tasted cum. He may feel it's different and maybe repulsive, but he wouldn't know what it is."

Twenty minutes later, I parked my car in front of my aunt's house.

...

Dad's sister, Melany, came out to greet us. We hugged and kissed. Melany complained, smiling, "You guys never visit. We need god's intervention to force you to show up in our neck of the woods."

Mom chuckled, "As if you show up at our house more often."

Melany inspected me, "Theo, you are growing too fast. In the garage, we have a couple of things you might want to take to the dorms."

"Thank you, Aunty. I'll take a look."

Dad was waiting inside the house, watching a game on TV. We entered the house. Mom went to the bathroom, and I said hello to Dad. As Mom exited the bathroom, Dad called her, "Renata, honey, come give me a kiss."

She smiled, winked at me, and Frenched kissed him. Initially, he was surprised, and then he commented with a grin, "That was a nice kiss. I don't know what you ate on the road, but it tastes good..."

Mom giggled, "It's a state secret."

Melany apologized that none of her family was around. As she prepared lunch, I checked in the garage the stuff she was talking about. I put a pillow and 2 suitcases in the luggage area of my Corolla and 2 folding chairs on the passenger's seat. There was also a dresser I considered taking, but it was broken in 2 places.

During lunch, Dad complained about the jerk who caused his accident and declared, "The guy had no valid license and no insurance. He offered me $1,000 as compensation for my troubles when fixing my car would cost me at least $20,000. By the way, Theo, I wish to drive on the way back home. I'll show you what a good driver I am."

During the lunch, Dad bragged about being savvy, tricking customers into using his services even when there was no need to. The more I listened to him, the more I began detesting him. I had time to think about his offer to be the driver and decided to change my original plan. Immediately after lunch, I went back to the garage and loaded the dresser behind the passenger's seat. By doing it, there was enough space for a single person behind the driver...

I entered the house, pulled Mom into a corner, and conferred secretly with her. When I finished talking to her, she stared at me, "Honey, what I did with Dad was naughty, but your plan is too dangerous."

I grinned, "He is such a self-centered, selfish schmuck that I'd love doing it. He disregarded your needs and humiliated you for years. You want a divorce anyway, right? Let's do it!"

She sighed, "Why do I listen to you?..."

"Because you love me, and more importantly, you know I am right. As the saying goes: revenge best served cold."

We thanked Aunt Melany for the kind hospitality and went toward my car. Dad noticed the car was overloaded and laughed, "Theo, that's great. I'll be in the driver's seat. How are Mom and you going to fit in the back? If I were you, I'd return the broken dresser to the garage and have enough space for both of you."

"Dad, I like the dresser and will fix it later. Mom doesn't weigh much. She can sit on my lap."

Dad said, "Son, it's 3 long hours. Are you sure?"

"Not a problem."

He turned to Mom, "Honey, is it OK?"

"I'll do it."

He mumbled, "I don't understand you two, but I'll take a shortcut. It will save us half an hour."

...

When we started, I parted my knees the best I could, allowing Mom to place her bottom on the edge of the seat. Dad began driving and put on some music. I told him we couldn't hear it well in the back, and he turned it up. He was whistling with the music and made sure his rearview mirror was aimed at the road behind. I was not in it; he could see only part of Mom's face.

Ten minutes later, I whispered to Mom, "Lady, it's time."

I opened my zipper and freed my cock. Mom lifted her skirt to her waist and, as planned, was already without her panties. She sat on my lap and began a slow grinding on my organ. It hardened quickly.

She leaned her back on my chest and murmured, "Boy, your reaction time is fantastic. Is it me, or is the thought of fucking your mother in the presence of your father very arousing?"

"Both."

She whispered, "I am also very horny."

Subsequently, she mounted my upright pointing member and moaned. Dad must have heard something and asked, "Renata, did you say something to me?"

"No, I was just trying to sing along."

He laughed, "Better leave it to the original singer. Her voice is better."

His offensive remark didn't go unnoticed. Mom began riding me, moving up and down gingerly. Her drenched pussy made it easy and pleasurable. My fingers unbuttoned her blouse one by one. She whispered, "Theo, be careful!" I continued until all the buttons were free. Mom's tits were exposed. Yes, she had no panties or bra on when entering the car...

I massaged her round boobs as I said in a low tone, "Mom, your tits are so much fun to play with. Pounding your wet cunt behind our family driver is a treat. Don't you think so too?"

She leaned her head on my chest and groaned. I raised my head and stared at the mirror. In her current position, Mom disappeared from Dad's line of sight. I French kissed her for a couple of seconds. She moaned into my mouth, and her riding speed increased. Minutes later, I felt her respirations accelerate, and she tensed.

I pinched her pointy nipples and whispered, "Go ahead, Mom. Cum for me."

Within 30 seconds, Mom's torso shook on top of me. She was secured by my cock, which impaled her pussy, and my hands which squeezed her breasts.

Dad's full attention was on driving and listening to the loud music, so I decided to play a little longer. My right hand moved north, and I inserted my thumb in Mom's mouth. Instinctively, she began sucking on it. My left hand crept south, found her swollen clitty, and pressed on it lightly. Mom's shaking intensified, and I had to hold her tighter. I erupted deep in her vagina shortly after. We rested in the same position for a couple of minutes. I felt my slimy stuff begin to leak from her open pussy and placed a tissue between us.