It was stuffy as hell in that elevator, mostly due to the fact that it was packed tight with people. I definitely had my reservations about whether this situation was safe or not. And judging by mom's grimacing expression, she was having similar thoughts.
Thirty people were packed into an elevator designed to hold ten comfortably. The way we were all crammed in together, you couldn't even breathe without jostling someone. I was stuck at the far back of the elevator, with mom pressed tightly in front of me. To my left and right were two guys in suits, and around them were more business people. It looked like I was the only one in there not in a suit, though that didn't bother me at the moment as my shorts and t-shirt were definitely much more comfortable in the stuffiness of the elevator.
For what seemed like the fifth time I wondered why I had agreed to come with my mom to her job this morning. It was Friday after all, not to mention the start of a four day weekend. I was off from school and had major plans, like a weekend-long session playing the new Warcraft expansion. But my mother had asked me to come into work with her so that I could help move some of her stuff into her new office; she had been promoted the week before and would be moving to a more spacious workplace. Being the loving son that I was, and the fact that she offered to pay me twenty bucks, I agreed.
Speaking of my mother, she was currently pressed up tightly against my front, her face just a few inches short of my own. As she breathed, her warm breath blew softly across my cheek while her considerable chest rubbed softly up and down on my own. I shamefully admit to having not so innocent thoughts about my mother in the past, and believe me, if you had ever seen her you wouldn't blame me. She is, for all intents and purposes, a major MILF. She has long, light blond hair, which was currently tied up in a classy yet sexy way that left several strands loose here and there. She spent two hours three times a week at the gym, which kept her body nice and tight, with well-toned legs, firm ass, big, generous tits, and soft but well formed tummy. The light gray suit that she wore definitely hugged her lush curves quite nicely. Her dark green eyes sparkled with intelligence and allure, and the little librarian glasses she wore just completed the entire delicious package.
So yeah, I'm a sick bastard for perving out on my mom. She was a gorgeous woman though, and I was a hot-blooded young American male. It's nature. Plus, the fact that she was pressed up so tightly against me, her warm soft body rubbing so nicely against mine with every subtle movement, didn't help matters. While her head turned away, in what I guess was a vain attempt at peeking backwards to check the elevator display to see what floor we were on, I took a quick glance down. Mom wore a white blouse along with her suit, and had left a few buttons open so that some of her cleavage could peek through. The up-close and personal view that I was provided though showed much more. With her tits pressed so nicely against my chest, they were almost ballooning upwards causing the blouse to part slightly. I was afforded a great display, for I could see all the way down her shirt and her majestic breasts, confined quite snugly in a lacy black bra, were open to my scrutiny. It was a wonderful panoramic view of epic proportions, a landscape of tit flesh and cleavage surpassing any natural wonder. Oh, how I've lusted after these breasts for so long, ever since puberty hit and the bumps on women's chests suddenly became so much more fascinating. I felt my dick start to inflate, not that it was soft to begin with since all her rubbing up against me had caused quite a stir down south. But now it grew to a more rigid state, hard enough to rub up against her thigh. Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice, as she didn't say anything.
My eyes ate up as much of the cleavage show as time afforded, before they shot up again when mom turned her head back to me. She had a frustrated look on her face, and she shifted up and down on her high-heeled feet, pressing her big boobs even more roughly against me and unknowingly stimulating my penis with her soft, smooth thigh.
"This damn elevator takes forever," she whispered to me, her breath blowing across my lips.
Said elevator then stopped, the doors opening and letting some people out, but to everyone's annoyance, even more people came in. Several folks complained, telling them to wait for the next one, but as with most businesspeople, time is money and they could not afford to be late to their meetings/presentations/golf appointments. As the last person, who was a rather rotund man in a suit that looked one size too small, stepped into the elevator, the space between everyone became even more cramped. I was smashed back fully against the wall of the elevator, and poor mom was sandwiched even more tightly between me and the back of an annoyed looking Japanese guy with slicked-back hair.
Mom sighed in annoyance, her cheek rubbing against mine. I, however, was less annoyed. Her body was now all but on top of me; her boobs were squished up firmly against me, and I could definitely feel every ounce of their wonderful softness. Even better was the fact that one of her legs had slipped up between mine, her firm thigh pressed directly against my groin. The sensation caused my dick to become hard as steel, the growth causing my length to find its way out of the front slit in my boxers to inch itself down the right leg of my shorts. My rod was now sandwiched between mom's thigh and my own, with only my thin khaki shorts and my mom's nylon stockings separating us. Judging from the tensing of my mother's body she had definitely felt it.
Mom attempted to move around; my guess is that she was trying to get away from my hard-on, acting like it was a hot bar of metal that would burn her skin. But her small, slight movements only served to enflame me even more. The constant friction of her thigh caressing the side of my dick and the delicious pressure of her knee pressing against my balls pushed me closer and closer to the edge of a climax. I tried to hold it off, but I knew it was a fruitless effort. Pretty soon I would cum, and as good as that would feel I really didn't want to do it in an elevator full of people. Not to mention that it would make things between mom and me really, REALLY awkward. I mean, sure she was hot as hell and I've fantasized about her a lot, but to actually do anything about it was just plain sick and wrong.
"Honey, your... thing," she whispered to me. I swear to God, if she had said dick, or cock, or even penis, I would have lost it and cum all over my leg.
"Sorry," I muttered in embarrassment.
Suddenly, the entire elevator jerked to a stop. Mom stopped her shuffling, looking around in worry. Her cheek brushed mine as she moved her head around, some of her loose hair tickling my nose. Other people began to mutter in worry as an ominous creaking sound was heard. Someone to my left complained that they were about to be late for their meeting when, all of the sudden, there was a loud bang and the elevator dropped. Everyone in the packed confines were lifted into the air as it fell, screams and curses sounding, when the emergency brakes suddenly kicked in and the elevator jerked to a stop.
The abrupt halt slammed the back of my head against the wall, and I was seeing a few stars before my brain cleared. All around me people were in a mass of tangled limbs and bodies. Women were crying and men were shouting, but thankfully no one seemed to be hurt. Ironically enough, the tight confines within the elevator prevented any severe injuries. Unfortunately, everyone was now in an undignified clump, as people here and there had been jerked around from their original positions and were now stuck in various random positions. People were stuck with their heads on other people's shoulders, some had their arms or legs crammed into another's belly, and many had their hands pushed against someone else in a most immodest manner.
