On the road with my mother

It was the beginning of August, and it was very hot. My mother, Aunt Katya, and I were going to go to our dacha for two weeks, and we loaded up my aunt's Niva with all sorts of things, mostly clothes and food. Dad died a year ago, so it was the first time we went to the dacha without him.

We used to use my dad's gas truck for such trips and all the stuff fit in the back without any problems, but my aunt's Neva was certainly smaller, so the seat next to the driver's seat had to be loaded with a bag of potatoes, and the rear seats were two-thirds cluttered with things. So there are only two seats left for the three of us.

"Let me drive," I said, wishing I could avoid the uncomfortable ride in the cramped backseat.

"I was dreaming," my aunt grinned, proudly stroking the body of her brand-new Neva .

"Well, I'll have to sit on your lap," my mother sighed.

"Let's see how much you can pull," I said, jokingly grabbing her around the waist and lifting her up a little. - 50 kilos?

"That's enough for 52, put it down," Mom muttered. With her 38 years, she still looked like a schoolgirl, although only a few of my classmates can boast of such appetizing figures .

So we had to squeeze into one seat together. I sat down first, my head against the ceiling of the car, and who makes them, and my mother slid through me and settled on my lap, so that my legs immediately spread warmth.

She was wearing a short summer dress with a bra and lace panties underneath. She still couldn't get her head up to the ceiling with her one and a half meters.

Aunt Katya got into the driver's seat, winked at us in the rearview mirror, and turned the ignition key. The engine purred contentedly and the car moved off, slowly picking up speed. After driving 10 kilometers through the city, we went deep on an unpaved rural road. One bump after another, my mother and aunt were talking about something, and I, to protect my head from frequent collisions with the ceiling, spread my knees wider and tried to slide as low as possible. So my mother was right on my fly. By the way, I was wearing only thin boxer shorts, even without underwear under them - no wonder in this heat.

Under the pressure of my mother's ass and constant shaking, my friend began to harden a little. It was a terrible shame, because of course my mother felt him pressing against her ass. And suddenly I felt my mother gently open her knees, so that my cock was right between her ripe melons and buried in something soft.

It was obviously her pussy. At this time, my mother was quietly talking about something with my aunt, so that she did not notice anything. The car was shaking violently and my cock was getting harder. On a particularly large pothole, we were so shaken that he almost entered my mother's pussy by a centimeter!

Of course, between them was the fabric of my shorts, her thin dress and even thinner panties, but it might as well have been a condom, that is, almost for a moment I entered my mother!

My mother froze, and then, as if nothing had happened, continued her conversation with my aunt, but I felt her flow. This went on for a while, my cock insistently poking into her pussy, and she kept emitting new juices. My legs were numb from the immobility, so I had to step back to revive them, and my mother followed me and buried her pussy in my head. I tried to lean forward again, and she immediately imitated my movement.

That is, we practically fucked dry through shorts, dress, and panties. This went on for some time, after which I decided to stroke her thighs. She lowered her head and watched intently as my hands wandered over her legs, and then, gently lifting her ass, pulled the edge of her dress out from behind.

Emboldened, I touched her wet panties. Aunt Katya was just talking about something with enthusiasm, while I put my right hand under her panties and felt her hot lips under my fingers. My middle finger slid through them and into the crack, and my cock was hard as a rock. Damn it, it was time to get serious! With my left hand, I loosened the laces of my shorts and lowered them, pulling my cock out finally. Mom stared at him, dumbfounded, as if this was too much for her.

The head of the cock glistened predatory. Finally, I pulled my finger out of her slit and yanked her panties down to her lap.

My mother turned and looked me in the eye. Her face reflected the struggle between guilt and passion. Of course, I did not let her come to her senses, and quickly put my head under her shameful lips. Another bump, a push, and the head disappeared into her vagina. It was too late to retreat, my mother completely sank on top of me and absorbed 20 centimeters of my hot flesh into her bowels.

Until that day, I had never considered my mother sexually, and now I wondered why. She had a figure like candy and a pussy like an 18-year-old, so narrow and completely wet. We were both breathing hard. Fortunately, the noise of the car drowned out our breathing, so my aunt did not notice anything, watching the road.

So we fucked in the backseat like crazy. After just a minute, I did not run out and poured a stream of my seed into my mother, and then began to bring her to condition, playing with her clit. "Mommies," she screamed as she came. "Is something wrong?" the driver asked anxiously, looking in the rearview mirror. "It's all right," my mother quickly came to herself, " I just remembered that we will have to carry and pack all the junk when we arrive. "

Aunt Katya just laughed: "Fortunately, your son turned out to be a good fellow at least where, for your beloved mother, he will do anything you want."That's right. I started to fuck my mother again, because my cock rose again and demanded to continue the banquet. After a few minutes, I was again seized by a sweet languor and I again drove a solid portion of semen into my mother's pussy.

I came in my mother four times during the whole trip, and I don't know how many times she came. Some time later, she told her aunt that she was too tired and wanted to sleep and sat on my cock with her eyes closed, allowing me to gently rock her and caress her clit with my fingers...

Arriving at the dacha, we first unloaded our things, my mother and aunt began to prepare dinner, and at this time.... But that's another story.