The day I started early, with the morning sun casting a golden glow over our old home. It was moving day, and though I was excited about the new house, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. At fifty-one, packing up years of memories was not easy, but with my husband’s help and Michael, our eighteen-year-old son, I figured we could manage it.
Standing in front of the mirror, I smoothed down my dress—a simple black one, a little shorter than I usually wore. The neckline dipped just enough to show a hint of cleavage, nothing too dramatic, but enough to make me feel good. The fabric clung to my curves, hugging my waist and hips. Maybe it wasn’t the most practical outfit for moving, but I wasn’t about to spend the entire day in some shapeless thing. A girl can still want to feel beautiful, even at fifty-one. Besides, it was hot, and the light fabric helped with that.
“Mom, Dad’s getting impatient,” Michael called from downstairs, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Coming!” I shouted back, grabbing my purse and heading down.
The house looked strange now, almost empty. Boxes were stacked everywhere, and only a few pieces of furniture remained. The moving van had already moved most of the heavy stuff, leaving us to handle the last bits.
Michael was standing near the door, tall and lean, his hair a little tousled from all the work. He had that youthful energy, still full of life, even after hours of packing. His eyes caught mine, and he smiled.
“You ready?” he asked.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, giving him a playful wink.
My husband, Rick, was outside, stuffing the last of the boxes into the car’s trunk. He looked stressed, sweat glistening on his brow as he directed everything into place. I could tell he was in his ‘get-it-done’ mode, focused entirely on the task.
“Is there room for one more box?” I asked, walking up to him.
Rick barely looked up, waving his hand dismissively. “No way. We’ve already filled the car to the brim. I must drive this load over before we can take anything else.”
I glanced at the car, noting how packed it really was. The backseat was crammed with bags and boxes, the trunk overflowing. My eyes widened as I realized something important.
“Wait… where am I supposed to sit?” I asked.
Rick paused, finally looking at me. “Oh. Uh… there’s no space. You’ll have to sit on Michael’s lap.”
My heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. I glanced over at Michael, who just shrugged, clearly unfazed by the idea. But me? I felt a sudden wave of awkwardness. Sitting on my son’s lap? In this dress? It felt… strange.
“Rick, are you serious?” I asked, half laughing but still feeling a bit flustered.
“It’s just a short drive. What else do you want to do, walk?” he joked, brushing it off like it was no big deal.
I bit my lip, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. Michael, ever the easygoing one, just patted his legs and said, “C’mon, Mom. It’ll be fine. We’ll squeeze in.”
Sighing, I gave in. There wasn’t another option. I slid into the backseat, the cramped space barely giving me room to manoeuvre, and settled awkwardly onto Michael’s lap. His hands gently came around my waist to steady me.
“Is this okay?” I asked, still feeling unsure.
Michael grinned, giving a slight shrug. “It’s fine, Mom. You’re not that heavy.”
I laughed despite myself, shaking my head. “Well, aren’t you sweet?”
Rick started the car, already deep in concentration, as he pulled out of the driveway, leaving Michael and me squished together in the back. The road was busy with afternoon traffic, cars honking, and the usual city noise.
At first, it was awkward. My heart pounded a little too fast, and I kept adjusting, trying to find a comfortable position. I was hyper-aware of how close I was to Michael, feeling the firmness of his legs beneath me, his arms around me.
“You okay back there?” Rick asked from the front, not even glancing in the rearview mirror.
“Yeah, we’re fine,” Michael answered for me, giving my waist a gentle squeeze for reassurance.
I exhaled slowly, trying to relax. “Yeah… fine.”
As the drive continued, something strange happened. The initial awkwardness faded, and I relaxed into Michael’s hold. His arms were strong and warm around me, making me feel oddly safe. The gentle hum of the car, mixed with the sounds of the outside world, created a strange sense of comfort.
We passed a few minutes in silence, the occasional bump in the road making me shift slightly. I couldn’t help but laugh as the car hit one huge bump, causing me to bounce a little on Michael’s lap and accidentally slam onto his crotch as he let out a moan of pleasure. I could start to feel his cock harden under my bottom.
I started to feel uncomfortable, “erm, Michael?”
Michael’s breath hitched slightly, his grip on my waist tightening. “Yeah, Mom?” he replied, his voice a little strained.
“I, uh… I think I might be squishing you,” I said, trying to shift my weight a bit.
He let out a soft chuckle, his warm breath ghosting over my neck. “Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”
“I know you’re fine. I can… you know, feel it,” I said as I blushed. This was my boy, and I was starting to get wet.
He started stroking my leg. I moved his hand, “What are you doing? I am your mom, and your dad’s right there.”
“I’m sorry, Mom. I don’t know what got into me,” he finally muttered, his voice tinged with guilt.
I could feel the heat radiating off his body, his proximity suddenly feeling a lot closer than before. “It’s okay, just… don’t do it again,” I managed to say, my own heart racing with a mix of excitement and guilt.
Rick glanced back at us, a furrow forming on his brow. “Everything alright back there?”
I quickly straightened up, trying to compose myself. “Yeah, just… cramped,” I replied, my voice a little shaky.
I felt his cock again beneath me and started to pulsate and throb; I squirmed slightly, feeling the undeniable hardness pressing against me. Michael’s breathing grew heavier, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
His hand was back on my leg as I turned my head over my shoulder; I put my finger on my lip to let him know. What would happen next would be our dangerous secret, right under his dad’s nose.
I whispered in his ear, “I will lift it slightly; you get it out, and you know what to do with it.”
I lifted slightly, pulled my dress up just a little, and slid my knickers to the side as I felt him lowering me down.
His cock nudged at my labia as they parted, and he took my son’s cock as I was fully sat down at the base of his cock.
I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as I began to ride him, my hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. The rhythmic motion sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. All the while, Rick was still driving us towards our new home—utterly oblivious to what was happening right behind him in the backseat.
“I can’t believe my own mom is sitting on my di…” I cut him off, “shh, we need to be quiet,” I said, rocking back and forth.
The sensation of his cock inside me was intense, almost overwhelming. I could feel every vein, every ridge as it thrust deep within me. My heart raced with excitement and fear, knowing that at any moment, Rick could turn around and catch us in the act.
“Oh God, Michael,” I moaned softly, trying to stifle my cries of pleasure. “We can’t… we shouldn’t be doing this.” But I didn’t stop riding his cock, his face buried into my back, muffled moans and grunts.
“I know, Mom,” he whispered back, his voice thick with lust. “But I can’t help myself. You feel so fucking good. Yes, mom, ride my dick like that good… oh fuck.”
His dirty talk was turning me on even more, and I could feel my pussy clenching around his cock. I knew I should stop, but the pleasure was too intense.
“Shit, we’re out of gas,” Rick said. I immediately stopped rocking on his cock. And sat there with his hard cock inside me.
Rick pulled over to the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, turning around to look at us in the backseat. “We’re running on fumes here, guys. I’ll go fill up the jerry can while you two wait here.”
As soon he was out of sight, Michael made me raise a little, and he had me leaning over the seat in front of me. He held my hips and started to pound me hard, the side of my knickers rubbing against his shaft as his dick slid in and out of my sweaty pussy. My ass cheeks clapping against his stomach as he took me hard.
My head was buried in the seat in front of me, my face pressed against the cool leather as I tried to stifle my moans.
Fuck, Michael’s cock felt amazing inside me. I couldn’t believe I was letting my son fuck me like this, but I couldn’t stop myself. The thrill of it, the forbidden nature, only added to the pleasure. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with every thrust.
“Oh God, Michael, I’m gonna cum,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out.
“Cum for me, Mom,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips even tighter. “Cum all over my cock.”
I cried out, my pussy clenching around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, pulsing with his release.
“Ungh… Unghhh…” he groaned loudly as he was cumin in my twat.
Michael gently pulled out of me, his cock glistening with a mix of sweat and cum. I sat back down, my legs trembling slightly from the exertion.
“That was… intense,” I managed to say, still trying to catch my breath.
Michael just grinned, wiping his cock clean with a tissue from the glove compartment. “Yeah, it was. I can’t believe we just did that.”
We sat silently for a few moments, both of us trying to process what had just happened. It was wrong, so very wrong, but at the same time, it had been one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life.
Rick came back, oblivious to what had just occurred. He filled up the car, and we continued to our new home. The rest of the ride was uneventful, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened.
That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn’t help but touch myself, replaying the scene from earlier in my mind. My fingers slid over my clit, rubbing gently as I thought about Michael’s cock inside me. I could feel myself getting close to another orgasm, but I stopped before I could finish. I couldn’t help but feel guilty, knowing that what I had done was wrong.
But simultaneously, I couldn’t deny the pleasure it had brought me. I didn’t know if it would happen again, but I couldn’t help but wonder.
In the end, that moving day had brought a new home and a new, forbidden experience that would stay with me forever. It was a dirty, vile secret, but simultaneously, it was one of the most exciting moments of my life.
