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Back Seat Mommy: A Long Hard Ride

Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: drew1207, Rating: 98, Source: xHamster

mother, but I was a very good Mommy! I got to the washroom and for the second time today I wiped my cum off my legs. What had come over me? Why did I let my son do that to me? I could blame the confined space, but truthfully nothing stopped me from pushing him out of me. Fuck! Suddenly, he texted me: That was amazing, Mommy. Fuck! I texted back, my orgasm finally subsiding, as a mother: That can't happen again!!! He didn't respond. So as I finished cleaning up, I texted again: I'm serious! He again ignored the text. I calmed down physically and suddenly realized I was feeling completely dehydrated after the work out. I left the washroom and saw my husband and son chatting as they waited for me at a booth. We ate lunch and although I was anxiety riddled the entire time, my son apparently had a poker face as he showed no inkling of what had transpired. I, on the other hand, had the guilt written all over my face. Twice Alex asked if I was okay. I just feigned hunger. After lunch, and a lot of water, we prepared to continue the drive. Alex had gassed up while I was in the washroom, so we were ready to go. Again, my trepidation overwhelmed me. Now what? How could I sit on his lap again? Yet, I couldn't say anything and there was literally no alternative. So, I did. Although this time, once the door was closed, I positioned myself leaning against the door and stretched my legs in between the two front seats. My pussy was impenetrable in this position. I had found the Fort Knox of ... pussy protection. And for an hour it worked. Cory read the new James Patterson book and I read the other new James Patterson book (he apparently puts out a new book more often than the Red Sox lose). Interestingly, Cory and I had a lot of common interests, including being avid leaders and both having the same favourite author in James Patterson. Sit in any one position for a straight hour, though, and the bum becomes numb. Yet, even though I was clearly uncomfortable I didn't reposition myself, although I did begin to squirm a bit. Suddenly, my son's hand rested on my knee, my dress hiked up enough to show a fair amount of leg for him. It didn't move up, just rested there like a constant tease... a constant reminder. He did move his hand to flip the pages every couple of minutes, although he didn't try to move higher when he returned his hand. He seemed oblivious to the impact it was having on me, a constant distraction, even though it wouldn't have phased me at all a few hours ago. &#034How you guys doing back there?&#034 Alex asked, a few minutes later. &#034My bum is numb,&#034 I joked, although it was the truth. &#034A tourist stop in three miles,&#034 he said, &#034let's pull over and take a little hike.&#034 &#034Sounds good,&#034 I said. &#034Yeah, I could use a stretch,&#034 Cory agreed, looking at me for the first time in the entire drive. I quickly looked away, like I was in grade seven and waiting for a boy to check yes or no on a note. What had come over me? Even ...