206 I Knocked Up Mom In The Backseat While Dad Drove

It was our first family road trip since I'd turned 18. Just mom, dad, sis and I. Dad - as usual - was driving. Sis called dibs on the front seat, so that left mom and I alone in the back.

That wasn't so bad. Mom was quite a looker and I actually liked being near her. She was funny, smart and very sexy. We were going cross-country and it promised to be a really nice trip.

I just didn't realize how nice...

The day of the trip came and mom was wearing a very beautiful dress that accentuated her curves. Her long black hair was neatly done and she was wearing just enough makeup to look good.

Sis clambered in the front seat while mom and I crammed next to each other in the back. Sis - as usual - had brought along far too many bags and so mom and I were really scrunched together. I mean, mom was practically sitting on my lap, scrunched.

Maybe this wasn't going to be a good trip after all.

The ride started out normal, we got to singing some John Denver songs, we talked about all the places we were going to be visiting, all that jazz. But then things quieted down.

Mom laid her head on my shoulder and asked if it was okay if she dozed for a bit. It was really nice, though a bit awkward, having mom so close. I could smell her light perfume and her soft, smooth skin against mine was starting to make me a bit horny.

Every few miles or so, mom repositioned herself, each time getting cozier with me. I kept looking at dad to see if he was getting mad, but I don't think he really cared.

Mom's large, succulent breasts were resting against my forearm and I could see right down her dress. My cock jumped excitedly when I realized she wasn't wearing anything under the dress. I could fully see her ample breast flesh and my mind started to whirl with conflicting emotions.

I'd never had these kinds of thoughts about my mother before. Oh sure, she was pretty and all that, but I'd just never fancied myself with her. But now that I was literally inches from her motherly bosom, that all changed.

Every time dad drove over a bump or pothole, mom's shapely breasts would jiggle. My cock was starting to strain uncomfortably in my pants. I tried not to stare, but the way mom was leaning on me caused her succulent boob flesh to practically assault my eyes.