An older story of mine, now published for Literotica. Enjoy!
All characters are over 18 years old and are purely fictional.
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"Jan, come on, hurry up, we want to go right away" I hear my mother's voice.
"Yes, I'm on my way" I say, slightly annoyed, and put on some loose shorts.
With the last two suitcases in tow, I leave my now almost empty child's room. Because today is the day to move out into my first own apartment. When I crossed my parents' house and step outside the cool house, the heat of almost 30 degrees almost knocks me out. It is a perfect summer day and not a cloud obscures the sky. After a few strenuous meters, I reached the family car in the driveway, which was already well filled. My father Markus is still busy putting little things in the trunk. As I hand him the two suitcases, I see the sweat running down his forehead.
"Oh, there you are finally... soon you will be very far away" my mother Monika suddenly says sadly.
"Oh mom, I'm not out of this world, I'll be with you within three hours" I say encouragingly.
"Oh Jan" my mother says, sobbing a little, and hugs me tightly.
I return the hug and hug my mother tightly in my arms, who is a good head smaller than me. I inevitably notice how her large breasts press against my chest. Immediately I notice a slight twitch in my groin area. After a few moments I end the hug and look into my beloved mother's sad face. Small tears sparkle in her otherwise bright blue eyes, her mouth forms a slightly forced smile, with her blonde curls framing her generally pretty face. For her 42 years she has hardly any wrinkles on her face and overall she has a dream body, which is hidden today by an small summer dress. Despite her petite figure, the large breasts that bulge the dress are striking, as well as a medium-sized butt and her long, slender legs. My mother is a dream milf, which my friends have confirmed to me again and again. But far from her body, she is the dearest and most sincere person I know.
"Monika its enough, the boy is not out of the world" my father interrupts our brief moment of silence.
"Yes, you're right, honey, but I don't know what's wrong with me today" she says, still sobbing slightly.
"Oh Moni don't drive yourself crazy, we will see Jan often enough. But we should start slowly now. We only have one Problem now, because we had to move the passenger seat, you both have to somehow squeeze in the back" says my father with a frown.
After my father has finished I open the door to the back seat, where there is almost exactly one seat free. I look questioningly in the direction of my mother who is behind me.
"Um, I think it won't work" I say.
"Oh sure, then I'll just sit on your lap for two hours or is your old mother too heavy for you?" She says with playful indignation.
"Uh no, of course not, are you sure that it will work for you?" I say, still a little irritated by her suggestion.
"Sure it works, come sit down" she says.
After her comment I'll took the free seat. Seconds later, my mother swings in and wants to sit down with her back facing me. Her short dress slides up a bit and I can see a black thong for a split second before her firm bottom sits on my wrapped cock.
"So darling, let's start" she whistles towards my father after she has taken her seat.
"That can be cheerful" I think to myself as my mother's bottom rubs lightly against my slowly stiffening cock.
My father sets the car in motion and finally our journey of several hours begins. During the first half hour of driving, I got myself under control to such an extent that, despite the constant pressure from my mother's buttocks, I was spared the embarrassing situation of an erection. My mother, my father and I have now reached a relaxed flow of speech until we finally come to the topic of my parents' university days.
"Jan you won't believe it, but your mother was a real party mouse in college days" says my father, amused from the direction of the driver's seat.
"Real mum? I wouldn't have thought that of you" I say in amazement and playfully pinch her in the side.
"Eyyyy... I used to like to be out and meet new people. But the most important thing for me has always been the university, not that you get stupid thoughts" my mother replies defensively.
"The most important thing was the university? Jan won't let you tie a bear, university life is there to have fun and your mother here wasn't an innocent Angel" says my father with a laugh again.
"Bernd... you won't help that way" says my mother with an admonished tone, but at the end she can't quite help laughing.
"Wow Mum, so you had your wild times, too" I say with a laugh.
"Yes, that was the way it used to be, but then I met your father and I returned to normal life" she says in a friendly manner but with a touch of bitterness in her voice.
"Jan, I tell you before I met your mother, she didn't let anything burn" my father replies.
"Bernd, that's enough now... what should our son think of me" she says urgently and now presses her butt firmly onto my body.
"Oh, well, if you were as pretty back then as you are today, it's no wonder" I say without further thought from the situation.
After these words, there is a brief moment of silence through the car. I consciously notice how my mother moves her bottom up and down almost imperceptibly. Due to the slight friction it triggers, I notice how slowly life is returning to my limp cock.
"You sloppy Jan, you want to negotiate some more money for your apartment with your mother" says my father with a laugh.
"Thank you Jan" my mother suddenly says softly so that my father doesn't hear it in his laughter and turns on my lap so that we look deep into each other's eyes. I see how my mother's face has turned slightly red, I smile gently at her.
"You are welcome" I say nicely and want to hug her from behind.
Just as I want to put my hands around her slim waist my father drives through a pothole on the very rural road. Due to the sudden jerk, my hands slide a bit higher and suddenly grab her two large breasts that I can not completely grasp with my hands.
"Ben what are you doing?" I hear my mother's shocked voice.
Her big, firm breasts are in my hands. I can now clearly feel the slowly enlarging nipples through my palms. One thing is clear to me now, my mother doesn't wear a bra under her summer dress!
"Oh my god, I have my mother's big breasts in my hands" it goes through my perplexed head.
These perfect breasts are so soft but still so firm in my hands. My mother's nipples, which are now hard, must protrude tall and steep from her firm breasts so I can feel them directly. My previously almost flaccid penis now presses itself uncomfortably tightly against my shorts and gently against the shapely buttocks of my mother, who sits firmly on me. I unconsciously squeeze the firm breasts that provided me with milk 18 years ago.
"Ahhh Jan, please what are you doing?" My mother says again, but this time in a softer voice.
"Hey what's going on with you guys? Jan are you annoying your mother?" my father suddenly asks.
"I just wanted to show my mum how much I love her and so I hugged her and she must have been a little scared" I lie, stammering slightly.
"Oh okay, something like that is also important. So darling, let your son hug you, you will soon miss that" says my father in conclusion, turning the radio up a bit afterwards.
"But that's more than a hug, Jan" my mother says, warning me again.
Before the situation escalates and my penis rips my shorts, I slowly release my hands from my mother's big firm breasts. Then I put it gently on her slim waist.
"What was that Jan? You can't do this to your mother" she says angrily, but only so loudly that my father can't hear it.
"Sorry mum, that was really not on purpose. I really just wanted to hug you and then the pothole came. I'm really sorry" I say sadly and lean my head against her back.
