Chapter 9: Mom has to sit on Joe's lap
Joe was squashed in the backseat of the moving truck, his mom's body pressed up against his with her ample bosom spilling over her blouse and into his face. He could feel her breath on his cheek, her warm body radiating heat as they jostled along in the back of the truck, enveloped in the scent of cardboard boxes and dust.
At first, he managed to control himself and keep himself from getting hard as his mom sat on his lap in the back seat. His dad was in the front seat driving with the music on loudly. Joe didn't want to make things awkward. But then they see road construction ahead and soon they were driving on a rough and bumpy unpaved road. This caused his mom to bounce on his lap. It was pure hell for him to not pop a boner right there. As she jostled around on top of him, rocking her hips back and forth in time with the bumps of the road, she accidently grinds her ass back into his cock. He groaned at the contact.
Mom feels him grow hard under her and turns back to look at him with a shocked expression on her face.
"Oh, Joe... I'm so sorry," she apologizes, blushing furiously as she tries to slide off of his lap.
But then he grabs her hips and pulls her back, his grip firm and unyielding. "No, don't stop," he says, his voice thick with desire.
"What...what are you doing?" she ask, her eyes wide with shock.
"I want you, Mom," he confesses, staring intently at her, his eyes dark and intense.
"But...we're family," she protests weakly.
But the look in Joe's eyes, the desperation, leaves her momentarily speechless. She searches for an excuse to stop this, but her body betrays her, heat pooling low in her belly.
Without another word, she leans in and kisses him. It's a hungry, heated kiss, their tongues dancing together and tasting each other's desires. She reaches down, taking his hands and guiding them up her shirt, over her bra, and cupping her breasts. They groan together, the sounds of their pleasure echoing inside the moving truck.
Their hands fumble with each other's clothes, their tongues eagerly exploring each other's mouths as they get rid of anything that separates their skin from skin.
Joe's large hands squeeze tightly onto her full, mature breasts as they kiss frantically. His fingers tweak and pull on her nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his mother's body. She gasps, breaking their kiss as she arches her back in pleasure.
Joe takes this as a sign to continue exploring her body. He cups her breasts again, feeling their full weight in his hands. He can feel her hard nipples poking through the fabric of her bra, and he can't help but rub his thumbs over them.
Mom moans at the sensation, her head falling back onto Joe's shoulder. She starts to move her hips on top of him, grinding her ass against his growing erection. The friction is driving him wild, and he can feel himself getting harder by the second.
They continue to kiss, their tongues dancing together as they explore each other's mouths. Mom's hands are in Joe's hair, pulling him closer as she grinds against him. He can feel her heat through their clothes, and he knows that she wants him just as much as he wants her.
Joe's hands move down from her breasts and slip under her shirt, his fingers tracing a path up her spine. She shivers at his touch, arching her back and pressing herself closer to him.
He takes this as a sign to continue, and he moves his hand towards her pants. He can feel the heat radiating from between her legs, and he can't help but feel a surge of desire. He hesitantly puts his hand on her thigh and waits for her to respond. She kisses him and moans. This fuels him and he slow moves his hand up her jean covered thigh. Mom moans again into their kiss and slightly spreads her legs. Joe is hard as a rock and can feel the first tingles of an orgasm building from his mom grinding on his lap.
"Mom," he whispers, breaking their kiss for a moment. "Can I...can I touch you?"
Mom looks at him, her eyes heavy with desire. She nods, unable to speak.
Joe slowly reaches down, hesitating for just a moment before he places his hand on her jean-covered thigh. Mom moans as he begins to rub her through the denim, the sensation causing her to grind against him even harder.
He can feel the heat radiating from between her legs, and he knows that she wants him just as much as he wants her.
"Joe," she moans, her voice barely above a whisper. "Oh, Joe..."
He continues to rub her, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles over her pussy. Mom's hips buck against his hand, and she can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Joe can feel her heat through the denim, and he can't resist the urge to touch her more intimately. He slips his fingers under the waistband of her jeans, and she gasps as he makes contact with her bare skin. He rubs her slowly at first, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her clit. Mom moans, her head falling back onto Joe's shoulder as she grinds against his hand.
Joe's cock is rock hard under her, and she can feel every inch of him pressing against her ass. She starts to grind against him more deliberately, her movements becoming more urgent as she gets closer and closer to the edge. Joe can feel himself getting close too, his balls tightening as he feels her heat against his fingers.
He can feel her getting close, her breathing becoming more ragged and her hips bucking against his hand.
"Oh, Joe," she moans, her voice low and husky.
He can feel her getting close, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she gets ready to cum. He can't help but groan at the sensation, his own orgasm building in his balls.
"Mom," he moans, unable to hold back any longer. "I'm gonna cum."
She moans in response, her own orgasm crashing over her as she feels him cum inside her. He can feel her heat against his fingers, and he knows that he's done it. He's made her cum.
Joe moans loudly, his head thrown back as he cums hard. He calls out for his mom, his voice raw and full of pleasure.
Their bodies remain tangled together in the back of the truck as it comes to a stop, their breaths still heavy and labored. The truck's engine dies, and the silence is almost deafening.
Joe looks up to see his mom's flushed face, her eyes half-closed as she catches her breath. She smiles at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of desire and contentment.
He can't help but smile back, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. He's never felt this kind of connection with anyone before, and he knows that this is something special.
Mom sits up, straightening her clothes and tucking her hair behind her ears.
She looks up just in time to see Joe's dad opening the back of the truck.
"Hey, you two! Almost there!" he calls out, not suspecting a thing.
Joe and Mom exchange a panicked look, but they manage to compose themselves just in time. They quickly straighten their hair out and adjust their clothes.
Joe's dad climbs into the back of the truck, not noticing anything amiss. He starts to unload some of the boxes, humming to himself as he works.
Joe and Mom sit awkwardly on the bench, trying to avoid each other's gaze. They can still feel the heat between them, the electricity that crackles in the air. But they know that they have to hide it, at least for now.