Life was good. I was doing Ok at college and mum and I were getting reasonable opportunities for sex, managing it a couple of times a week on average, though sometimes circumstances didn't permit. Early one Saturday my mum said "Colin, can you help me today?"
"yeah, what do you want?" I replied
"We need some help to move stuff out of the church hall, some of it is quite heavy". My mum is involved with a couple of local charities and they're always having bazaars, fayres and car boot sales to raise money. I usually manage to avoid them.
"How long will this take?" I said "I'm going to the football match this afternoon"
"Oh we'll be finished long before then" she said happily "come on, let's go".
I was none too pleased, I've suffered from my mum's optimistic attitude to time before, "it'll only take a minute or so" means at least half an hour, popping into a shop for a "couple of minutes" is deadly, it can be hours. I really wanted to go to the match. Anyway we set off in her car to the church hall. The last time we'd been alone in the car, she'd parked in a quiet country lane and we'd had a good session on the back seat, it had been a bit cramped but well worth it. "We'll have to go down Hadley Lane again sometime" I said. My mum laughed "I don't know if the springs will take it Colin, you were very ...... very enthusiastic" she said.
"you're not complaining are you?" I said, joining in the joke, I knew she'd loved it.
"no" she said "bugger the springs - we'll come back via Hadley Lane if we've time". This was a nice thought but I knew there wouldn't be time.
When we got to the church hall, it was chaos. There was stuff everywhere, furniture, clothes, toys. These were the left overs from the last event my mum told me, and the hall had to be cleared for a dance this evening. My heart sank, there were no men there, all the women seemed to be my mums age or older. I'd get to do all the heavy and awkward things, and be bossed around by the women, it was going to take ages. One of the charity women was going to store most of this stuff at her house. Apparently she lived on her own so had room for it.
The woman who seemed to be in charge spotted my mum and came over to us "ahha Jenny, you've brought a man. Excellent" she said.
"This is my son, Colin, he's come to help, he's very strong".
"I'll bet he is" the woman said, smirking at me, she could tell I didn't want to be there. "Hi, I'm Carolyn" she said, "we're moving these things to my house Colin. Now, Marlene has got the Range Rover so we'll use that for the furniture, the lighter things can go in the other cars, do you think you can you load up the Range Rover?"
"yeah" I said, with as much enthusiasm as I could muster, I knew Marlene, she was married to one of my dad's friends, Gerald. Marlene is a right bossy boots who always knows best, and I didn't like her husband either. He is a pompous bastard, always polishing his bloody car, telling anyone who'll listen how much it cost, how good it was blah blah. This was going to be torture, I would have to do all the hard work with Marlene nagging me "mind the car", "be careful, its worth a lot of money you know", "Gerald will have a fit if you scratch it". Carolyn could see the look on my face, she obviously knew what a cow Marlene was, and I could see her suppressing laughter as she turned away to get on with other jobs. "You bitch!" I thought "I get the worst job, have to put up with bloody Marlene, and you fucking laugh at me".
The job was every bit as bad as I had feared and I was heartily fed up with Marlene - "do this!", "do that!" "be careful!". But, as ever, the time passed. We'd done about five trips back and forth and only had one more to go. The others had made good progress and most of them had either gone home or to Carolyn's to help out there. I loaded the last lot of stuff into the Range rover with a little help from Carolyn and a lot of harassment from Marlene. We were the last group to finish and there was no room in the back of the Range Rover. "You two go on" I said, hoping for deliverance "I'll wait here for my mum",
"No,No,No" snapped Marlene, "You're needed at the other end. Get in. Carolyn can sit on your knee". I could see Carolyn, grinning away, the bitch was enjoying watching Marlene making me jump through hoops. Damn her, and double damn Marlene.
With a sigh I got in to the passenger seat. Carolyn climbed in and sat on my left knee, sort of side ways on with her legs between mine, and her right arm around my neck and shoulders to steady her self, at least she wasn't too heavy. I soon became conscious of her breast pressing against my chest in this position, there's nothing quite like the soft "give" of tits. I hadn't really taken much notice of her before, other than being annoyed that she seemed to find my predicament funny. She was some years older than mum, late forties early fifties, but looked in reasonable shape, dark hair, neat figure. She was wearing dark trousers and a mauve blouse and I couldn't help seeing that one of the buttons at the top of her blouse was loose (most men have radar for this sort of thing), giving me a peek at her tits. She was wearing a very low cut, up and at'em bra. "The tart" I thought, fancy wearing this sort of thing during the day. It was a good view though, nice tits as well. Looking at her in this way made me more acutely aware of her warm bum pressing down on me, and the way in which the car's motion was making her bounce - did she have matching knickers? high cut ones, or a thong even, with the string up between the cheeks of her arse? Bloody hell, this was getting to me, I was getting a hard on and this is not a slow process with me. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to wish it away. No chance, this was a real boner. "Oh God," I thought "she must be able to feel it, fucking hell, what if the bitch screams. Oh fuck."
Carolyn never screamed, and gave no indication that she knew anything was up, so to speak. When we got to her house, we all got out of the car, me making surreptitious adjustments to cock and clothing as I got out of the car to try and disguise my erection. Carolyn quickly disappeared off in to her house, thankfully. I unloaded the stuff - under strict orders from "Mistress Marlene". I bet she bosses Gerald about, serves him right, the bastard. I had a mental picture of them in the bed room "Gerald! after 3, lick my cunt .. 1, 2, 3 go!" this made me smile "Gerald! faster, no, you fool, not that fast, no you're too slow now, can't you do anything right!" at which point his minute dick would wilt even more - serves her right too, miserable cow.
After I had got the last of the furniture in to the house, I met up with my mum again "hi Colin. all done?"
