This is part two, again i wrote this one just for fun. I hope you enjoy Jon's continuing misadventures with the women in his life.
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I slid in the passenger seat and buckled up like a responsible adult. Mom started up the car and buckled up her seat belt hugging her tits in an almost provocative way. I noticed that she was wearing a short denim skirt and wondered if that was for me or just for the male population in general.
"Nice skirt mom," I commented.
"MMMMMMMMMMMM I glad you like," she purred as she pulled out onto the street and headed straight for the DMV. "I take it you had fun last night."
"You could say that," I admitted.
"I bet she won't walk straight for a week," mom said proudly.
"Ummm that would be one way of putting it," I said. "So how long is this going to take at the DMV?"
"Oh not long I have a friend that works up here and she owes me a favor or two."
"Way to go mom working that social network!"
"It's the least I can do to get my son behind the wheel," she said licking her lips.
I would learn later exactly what she meant about that. Five minutes later we were parking and walking into the crowded confines of the Division for Motor Vehicles. But instead of taking a number and waiting in line we went straight to the back offices like we worked there. We got more than a few dirty looks. Mom knocked on a door with a frosted glass window that read 'Victoria Pratt-Senior Analyst'.
"Come in," replied a sharp crisp female voice.
I was thinking ex-military by the sounds of her voice. Mom opened the door and sitting behind a rather impressive desk was Victoria Pratt. I was unsure which was more impressive the desk, her title or the rack she was sporting behind the demure button up blouse.
"Victoria," mom called out and the woman rose and hugged her.
"Tess, how are you doing?" Victoria asked. "And who is this handsome young man?" she asked eyeing me up and down like a piece of meat.
"This is Jonathon," mom said as I offered Victoria my hand to shake.
"Little Jonathon," she cried as she pulled me into a tit mashing hug that left me hard and breathless.
"It's nice to meet you," I whispered in her ear.
"MMMMMMMMM it's nice to meet you," she said in a very measured way.
"Vicky be good he is my son after all," mom said mockingly.
"Being good is so boring Tess and you of all people should know that," Victoria said finally letting me go. "Remember senior year in college and that Sorority / Frat party or should I say orgy?"
"Mom is there something you want to share with me," I asked her intrigued.
"Nothing I couldn't handle," mom said with a wicked smile.
"Hehe yeah five guys at once that's handling it..." Victoria said with an evil glint in her eye.
"...Vicky, Jesus he is my son!" mom said sounding almost ashamed.
"Oh speaking of I checked and all is well with his driver's license, here's a new one for you I just pulled up your old photo, so are we still on for that party you are hosting?"
"You bet we are," mom said her eyes bright with excitement.
"Great no one throws a hostess party like your mom." Victoria admitted.
"Is this an Avon party or something?" I asked.
"Or something," mom and Victoria said together.
"You know I bet if Jon here helped host the party you could triple your orders," Victoria said.
"Oh I don't think Jonathon would be interested in a bunch of women sitting around and drinking and spending money." Mom said dismissingly.
"Well if you need help with beverages or whatever I don't mind helping," I said.
"See he doesn't mind," Victoria said her eyes bright with lust now.
"Well if you don't mind then sure what the hell."
"See you on Saturday then both of you," Victoria said returning to her seat.
"Thanks again for the help," I told her.
"You're welcome Jon."
I was sliding the new license into my wallet when mom handed me the keys to the car.
"You drive to the college and I'll observe you," she said as she headed for the passenger's side of the car.
"Sure," I was eager to get behind the wheel.
I adjusted the seat back a bit, then my mirrors and finally put on my seat belt. I started it up and carefully backed the car up and before long we were on the road and heading for the college.
"Sweetie?" mom asked.
"Yeah mom," I replied knowing that sound in her voice, she wanted something. "What do you want?"
"Oh what makes you think I want something?"
"The way you say 'sweetie' is how," I told her smiling.
"Baby..." she began.
"Mom what do you want?"
"Have any of the girls you dated given you road head?" she asked coyly.
"Where the hell did that come from... oh right... no mom no one has ever gone down on me while I was..."
Suddenly I realized that she had never buckled up because her head was in my lap and her fingers were eagerly working on freeing my cock from its confines.
"Jackpot," she moaned just before her lips wrapped around my semi-hard cock, correction iron hard cock. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM."
"Damn mom when's the last time you sucked a guy off while driving?"