I pulled out of the driveway and headed toward the school. We discussed what we would do and agreed that I should go now and say goodbye to who I wanted to before meeting with the principal. Mum was going to go and see Cindy to say goodbye, as well as make sure everything she needed to do before leaving work was done. When I was finished at the school, I would walk down to her work. We would most likely leave from there and begin our drive back to Granny's.
I spent nearly an hour talking to the principal about my options, and we decided that due to it being the end of the semester, it would be almost impossible to organise another school until after the Easter break. On top of that, the school had recently set up a school-from-home option for teen parents. This was all run off the back of school from home during COVID-19.
The infrastructure was all there, and it was not a big deal to just change that. This way, I wouldn't have to enrol in a different school or jump through any hoops. I would be dealing with the same teachers that I had been for the year so far, and they would be understanding of the situation as well as being familiar with my work. It all worked out a lot simpler than I thought it would be.
As I was now an adult and as such considered a mature-aged student, it freed up a lot of options for me and actually made it a lot simpler. I had gone into the meeting thinking that if it all was too complicated, then I would just quit school and go get a full-time job, but this made it worth staying with it. I would still be getting a job, obviously, but this left a lot more options open to me.
I walked out of the school with a spring in my step, and I felt a lot better about things than I had been feeling beforehand. I got to catch up with a couple of friends, but as I said earlier, I didn't have a huge collection of friends. It was nice to catch up with the few I do have, though, and we all promised to stay in touch. Part of me knew that that would probably only last until school finished anyway and everyone would move on to their own new lives. I felt like I was just taking that first step a little earlier than they were. A year ago it would have made me sad to be leaving my friends behind, but now I was just feeling excited for the future.
My head was in the clouds as I walked back to Mum's work. I felt strange as I walked into her office. I had met Cindy before, but I had never been inside her office. She welcomed me in and was quite friendly, but I still felt like I had interrupted something.
By now it was four o'clock, and we still had an eight-hour drive ahead of us. If we left right now, we still wouldn't get in until midnight. I hated doing it, but I reminded her what the time was, and she seemed to come to the same conclusion I had. If we were going to go, it had to be now.
We said our goodbyes while Mum and Cindy promised to stay in touch with each other. I headed for the car, doing a quick once-over to make sure I had everything I needed at hand, and then sat in the driver's seat while Mum hugged and thanked
Cindy. She finally got in the car, and we headed off.
"Sorry to have rushed you out of there, Mum."
"No, you're right; it got later than I expected, and we really do need to get going."
We left town on the same road we had come in on. You would think there would be a sad moment when we said goodbye to the place we had lived in so long. The only town that had ever been my hometown, but the only thing I felt was relief, and judging by the smile on her face, it wasn't too hard to guess that Mum was feeling the same way.
The highway was busy, and the further we went, the busier it got. Within half an hour we had only gotten to the next town, and the road was packed. The traffic was travelling about twenty kilometres per hour below the limit, and it was already becoming frustrating.
I found a turnoff to our left that would take us out through some rural towns and country roads before it reconnected with the highway about a hundred K's north of where we were. It was a more scenic route and would normally take a bit longer than going down the highway because of the small towns you had to slow down for, but school holiday traffic might well be the exception to the rule. I pointed it out to Mum and asked if she thought it was worth a try.
"It doesn't look like anyone is turning off there, so it might be worth it. We keep going like this, and we won't get there until three or four in the morning. Go for it."
I indicated and eased out of the traffic that had slowed even more as they began to bunch up, slowing for the town ahead. I turned off and felt the sense of claustrophobia disappear as I accelerated down the country lane that I knew turned into an old rural highway in about five kilometres. A couple of cars followed me, either sensing that I knew something that they didn't or maybe they were locals too. They seemed happy to let me lead the way, though, so most likely they just wanted off the packed highway as much as we did.
The road wound itself through a nice landscape of rivers and farms as the valley spread out around us. We made pretty good time considering, and it wasn't until we approached the intersection where we would have to re-join the highway that I felt the stress begin to creep back in. I was glad the intersection had a set of traffic lights because we would have had to sit there for however long it took for someone to let us out.
Mum took out her phone and looked at the time and then the traffic ahead of us. Sighing, she shook her head.
"I knew it was a crap time to travel, but I didn't think it would be quite this bad."
"Do you think many will stop for the night along the way?"
"Who knows? Some will turn off depending on where they're going, but others will join in along the way, so I don't know if it will improve much at all. I think we might be better off seeing if we can get somewhere to stay for the night."
"We might have to do that but not yet. Let's see how we feel after we stop for dinner."
"Are you right to drive a little longer?"
"Yeah, I've only been going for a bit over an hour. We'll swap at two hours; that will put us around dinner time. What do you think?"
"Sounds like a plan. Truth is, as much as I want to get back to Granny, I am just happy to be out and about and free."
She grinned at me as she said the word free. It was like she was tasting the word in her mouth for the first time and was delighted at how sweet it was. I could sense her excitement and was feeling the joy she was radiating. She scooched across, undoing her seat belt, and kissed me on the cheek. I couldn't help but grin at her enthusiasm and excitement.
Her hand landed in my lap, and she gently caressed my cock.
"Tonight, I am going to make full use of that freedom."
Her breath was hot on my neck as she whispered in my ear, and it made my cock stand to full attention. I could feel her hand fishing around as she nibbled on my earlobe. She found my fly and pulled it down, then her hand was in my shorts. She pulled the top of my underwear down and released my cock into the cooler air of the car. She stroked me a few times and used her thumb to smear the slippery pre-cum around the head. It felt incredible, and I definitely didn't want her to stop.
There were cars all around us, and I looked out the window to see who was next to us. A couple who looked like they were in their thirties was keeping pace with us. The man was driving and watching the traffic in front of him as I was trying to do as well. The woman was looking pissed off and bored. No doubt she hated being stuck in traffic as much as everyone else was right at this moment.
It felt incredibly naughty and exciting to have my cock out in public with people so near to us. The only thing preventing them from seeing what was going on in here was the metal of the door. Part of me wanted her to know. I wanted her to see my cock as it was being expertly stroked. I wanted her to be shocked and excited by what was going on right next to her.
Mum let go of my cock and raised her fingers to her mouth, tasting my pre-cum that was now glistening on her fingers. She sucked her fingers into her mouth and moaned.
"God, you taste so good. I want more."
She kissed me on the cheek again with her sticky lips and then bent over, sliding her butt back towards her door. She gripped my cock again, and then it was my turn to moan as I felt her hot, wet mouth envelop my throbbing cock.
"Oh my fucking God, yes!"
I felt more than heard her chuckle around my cock. She began rising and falling gently up and down, allowing her lips to drag over the skin of my cock on the upswing. She would then sink back down and flick her tongue over the eye of my cock and the sensitive underside. It felt absolutely incredible, and I was really struggling to focus on the traffic as well as the incredible sensations taking place in my lap.
I looked down and watched her head bobbing up and down for a few moments, then back up at the traffic. I still couldn't believe this was happening. It was so exciting having my cock sucked with people all around me. I ran my left hand through her hair, and she seemed to suck even harder.
"Oh, God, that feels so damn good."
She reached up with one hand and wrapped her hair around my fingers. She then placed her hand on mine and began to pull. She was letting me know that she wanted me to be a bit more aggressive with it. I took her lead and began to pull on each upstroke. It felt so wrong, so bad, so damn exciting to be essentially fucking her face and knowing she was encouraging it.
"Your mouth feels so good on my cock. For someone who hasn't had any action in years, you certainly are good at it."
She lifted her head off me and looked up at me with a devious grin. There was spit on her chin and the sluttiest smile I had ever seen on her face.
"I fucking love having your cock in my mouth. I love the taste of you. I may not have had much practice in the last twenty years, but Susie and I sucked a lot of cock when we were younger. I haven't forgotten how."
She went back to it, and I moaned again. I looked out my window and was surprised to see the lady in the car looking across at me with a quizzical look on her face. I realised that she had seen that there were two people in the car before, but now she could only see one. I exaggerated the movement of my hand on Mum's head, pulling her hair just a little harder. She moaned in response and sucked even harder.
The lady in the car next to us seemed to understand all at once what was happening right next to her. The exaggerated hand movement, the look of pleasure on my face as the vibrations of her moan rumbled through me, and the obvious disappearance of her from the passenger side all added up, and her jaw dropped open in shock. She was so close to us that I could see her cheeks begin to flush. If our windows were open, we could have reached out and touched each other's hands.
