Hitchhiing with the Son

Fictional, all characters are over 18 and this is and incest story. I know there is a few stories like this but I wanted to try write one similar in my own words and twist. Enjoy boys.

The sun was hot. Real hot. Me and Michael were by the side of the road. Thumb out. Cars zoomed past. Dust clouds everywhere. I was in my short summer dress. It was blue and showed my legs. Michael was next to me. He had shorts and a thin t-shirt on. He was sweating too. "This is taking ages, Mum," Michael said. He wiped his face.

"I know, love," I said. "Just gotta be patient." My legs were getting tired of standing. I was 54, not as young as I used to be. But I still looked good, I thought. My dress was nice. Showed off my figure.

Then, a little car pulled over. Old car. Two old people inside. Man and woman. They smiled at us. "Where you two headed?" the man asked. He had a funny hat on.

"Derby, please," I said. "If you're going that way."

"We are," the woman said. She looked kind. But the car was tiny. And full. Boxes in the back. No room. "Only room for one in the back, I'm afraid," the man said. He looked sorry.

I looked at Michael. Then back at the car. "Well... I suppose I could..." I started. I didn't want to be separated from Michael. Especially not in the middle of nowhere.

"Mum, you go," Michael said. "I can wait for another one." He sounded okay with it. But I didn't like leaving him.

"No, love," I said. "It's alright. I'll sit in the back. It'll be fine." I opened the back door. Boxes. Everywhere. No seats. Just boxes. "Erm... where do I sit?" I asked, a bit silly.

The old man chuckled. "Only place is on your son's lap, love," he said. He didn't mean anything by it. Just no room.

My face went hot. Sit on Michael's lap? He's my son. But... there was no other way. "Okay," I mumbled. I got in the back. It was cramped. Really cramped. Michael squeezed in after me. I had to climb over the boxes to even get near him.

"Sorry, Mum," Michael whispered. He shifted a bit. Made a little space. I had to sit right on him. No other way. My bum on his legs. My dress rode up a bit. I pulled it down quickly. Didn't want to show too much to the old couple in the front.

"Are you comfy enough back there, dear?" the old woman called. She was looking in the mirror.

"Yes, thank you," I said. My voice was a bit shaky. It was so weird sitting like this. On Michael. My son. He was warm under me. And solid. I could feel his legs through my thin dress.

The car started moving. It was bumpy. The road was not smooth at all. Every bump made me bounce. And bounce right on Michael. "Oof," I said, when we hit a big bump. I went right down hard on him.

"Sorry, Mum," Michael said again. He sounded a bit strained this time.

"It's alright, love," I said. But it wasn't really alright. It was very strange. And... a little bit... something else. I didn't know what. Just... different.

The car kept bumping and bouncing. It was hot and stuffy in the back. I could feel Michael's breath on my neck sometimes. And his legs... I could feel them so clearly. Under my bum. Moving with the car. Every bump pushed me closer to him.

After a while, it got... hotter. And not just the sun hot. Something else hot. Down there. Where I was sitting on Michael. I shifted a little. Tried to get more comfortable. But there was no comfy. Just bumpy and... close.

Then I felt it. Something hard. Under me. Pressing up. Against my bum. I froze. What was that? I knew what it was. But... no. It couldn't be. Not Michael. My son.

But it was. It was hard. And getting harder. Pushing right up against me. Through his shorts. Through my dress. I could feel it so clear. His... cock. Hard. Right under my bum.

My breath caught in my throat. Oh my god. Michael was hard. And I was sitting right on it. I looked at the back of the old couple's heads. They were chatting away. Didn't notice anything. Thank god.

But I noticed. I felt it. And... something happened inside me. A funny feeling. Mix of shock and... something else. Something... hot. Like down there. Getting warmer. Too warm.

I shifted again. Tried to move a little bit away. But there was nowhere to go. Just boxes and Michael's legs. And his hard cock. Still pushing up. Getting harder still, I think.

"Mum...?" Michael whispered again. His voice was even more strained now. Almost like a groan.

"Yes, love?" I whispered back. My heart was banging in my chest. Bang bang bang.

"Mum... I... I'm... sorry..." he mumbled. His voice was low. Barely audible.

"Sorry for what, love?" I asked. Even though I knew. I knew exactly what he was sorry for. The hard thing under my bum.

He didn't say anything. Just breathed in and out. Fast. Like he was hot and bothered. Which he probably was. And so was I. Hot and bothered and... something else. Something I shouldn't be feeling. Not about my son.

But I was feeling it. That hot feeling. Turning into... wanting. Wanting... what? I didn't even know. But something was happening. Between me and Michael. In this cramped car. Bouncing along the bumpy road. With the old couple not knowing anything at all.

The car went over a really big bump. I bounced up. And came down hard. Right on Michael's cock. He groaned out loud this time. "Ugh," he went. A real groan. Not just a whisper.

The old man in the front looked in the mirror again. "Everything alright back there?" he asked. He sounded a bit worried now.

"Yes! Yes, fine," I said quickly. Too quickly. My face was burning hot. "Just... bumpy road," I added. My voice was high and squeaky.

The old man just nodded and looked back at the road. Thank god he didn't ask any more questions. My heart was still banging. Bang bang bang. And my... down there... was wet. Oh god. Wet. Just from sitting on Michael's hard cock. This was crazy. Completely crazy.

But... I didn't want it to stop. That was the crazy part. I didn't want to get off his lap. I wanted to stay right here. Bouncing on his cock. Feeling it hard and hot under me. It was wrong. So wrong. But it felt... good. Too good.

Michael moved his hands. Just a little. He put them on my hips. Just resting there. But it felt... like more than resting. Like he was holding me. Holding me down. On his cock.

"Mum..." he whispered again. This time, his voice was lower. Rougher. "Mum... can I... can I touch you?"

My breath stopped. Touch me? Where? Down there? He meant down there, didn't he? Where I was wet and hot and wanting... something. Something I shouldn't want from my son.

But... "Yes," I whispered back. Just like that. Yes. Without even thinking. Just yes. Because I wanted him to. I wanted to know what it would feel like. Michael's hand on me. Down there. While I was sitting on his cock.

His hand moved. Slowly. Up under my dress. My short summer dress. It was easy. His fingers touched my leg. Then moved up. Higher. And higher. Till they were right there. At the top of my legs. Where my knickers were. Tight against me. Wet knickers.

He stopped for a second. Then his fingers moved again. Under the elastic of my knickers. Just a little. Touching my skin. My soft skin. There. Down there. Oh god.

"Mum...?" he whispered again. His voice was a groan now. A real groan of wanting.

"Yes, love?" I whispered back. My voice was all shaky and breathy. Like I was running a race. But I wasn't running. I was sitting right here. On Michael's cock. Getting hotter and wetter and... more and more wanting.

He moved his hands again. This time, he lifted me. Just a little. Just enough. So I was off his lap for a moment. Just a moment. And in that moment, he lifted my dress right up. All the way up. To my waist. So my bum was bare. To him. And the little bit of my back he could see.

Then he pulled my knickers down. Quickly. Down my legs. Till they were off. Completely off. My pussy bare. To Michael. My son. And he pulled his shorts down too. Just a little. Enough.

Then he put his hands back on my hips. And lifted me again. Just a little. And guided me down. Slowly. Down onto him. Onto his hard cock. Pushing up. Hard and thick. Right to my pussy. To my wet lips.

I gasped. "Oh!" I went. Just a little gasp. But it was loud. In the quiet car.

"Sorry, Mum," Michael whispered again. But he didn't sound sorry. He sounded... excited. Like I was. Excited and shocked and... wanting. So much wanting.

Then he pushed up. Just a little. And his cock slid in. Into me. Into my wet pussy. "Nghh," I groaned. A real groan this time. Not just a whisper. "Oh god, Michael."

"Is it... is it alright, Mum?" he whispered. He sounded scared now. A little bit.

"Yes," I breathed. "Yes, love. It's... it's... oh god." I couldn't find the words. It was too much. Too much shock. Too much feeling. His cock inside me. My son's cock. Inside me. It felt... so wrong. And so right. At the same time.

He started to move. Just a little. Pushing in and out. Slowly at first. "Ughh," I went again. Every push. Every time he slid in. And out. Felt like... like fireworks. Down there. Inside me. "Michael... oh god, Michael."

"Mum... tell me if it hurts," he whispered. He kept moving. Slowly in and out. My pussy was tight around him. So tight. And wet. So wet. Squelch squelch squelch. The sound of his cock sliding in and out. Like chewing gum, wet and soft.

"No, love," I groaned. "It... it feels... oh god, feels good. So good." It did. It felt amazing. Wrong and amazing. All at once. "Harder," I breathed. "Harder, Michael. Yes, pound my pussy." I couldn't help it. The words just came out. Dirty words. To my son. But I didn't care. Not now. Not when it felt this good.

He went harder. Faster. Pounding. His cock pounding into me. Squelch squelch squelch. Faster and faster. "UNGHH," I groaned. "Yes, like that. Fuck, yes." Dirty words again. But they felt right. Right in this moment. With my son's cock inside me.

"Mum... oh fuck, Mum," he groaned back. He was breathing hard now. Panting. Just like me. Panting and groaning and fucking. In the back of this little car. Bouncing down the bumpy road. With the old couple still chatting away in the front. Completely clueless.

"Don't stop, love," I gasped. "Don't stop. Keep going. Yes, just like that. That dick feels so good." His dick. My son's dick. Inside me. Feeling so good. So so good.

"Where do you want to cum?" He asked him. Without even thinking.

"Inside me honey," I groaned. "Just... just don't stop. And not yet, then," I breathed. "Don't cum yet, ah." I didn't want him to stop. Not yet. I wanted this to go on and on. This crazy, wrong, amazing feeling. His cock pounding in my pussy.

"OOHH," I moaned. Loud this time slapping my hand over my mouth quickly.

"UHH," he groaned. And pounded harder. Faster. Squelch squelch squelch. Louder now. The sound of our sex. In the cramped back of the car. Bouncing down the bumpy road. So wrong. So right. So completely, utterly wrong and right. All at the same time.

The car hit another big bump and I grunted, feeling Michael's cock thrust deeper inside me. "Ah, yes!" I whispered fiercely, my hand still clamped over my mouth, trying to keep quiet. The old couple chatted on, blissfully unaware of the frenzy in the back.

Michael's hands gripped my hips tighter, his breath hot against my neck now. "Mum, love... I can't... it's so good," he panted, his voice a mix of lust and disbelief.

I leaned in, whispered close to his ear. "Yeah, keep going. Harder. Don't worry about them. They can't hear us over the road noise."

He needed no more encouragement. His thrusts became urgent, his cock pounding my pussy with a rhythm that matched the bumps of the road. Each slap of skin against skin, each squelch as he pushed in, was like music to my ears, hidden away in the roar of the engine and the wind.

"Harder, yes! Mmmmph!" I tried to stifle my moans, but they were slipping out, loud and shameless. The fabric of the seat beneath us was slick with sweat and the smell of our sex filled the air.

Michael's grunts were louder now, echoing mine. "Mum... you're so tight, so wet... I'm close," he warned, his voice filled with need.

"Not yet, love," I hissed. "Wait for me." I dug my fingers into his shoulders, hanging on as he drove into me. The sound of his balls slapping against my thighs mixed with the sticky, wet noise of our joining. "Wait... wait..." My body was aching for release, tension coiling tighter with every pounding thrust.

The old man glanced in the rearview mirror again, and we froze for a heartbeat, thinking we'd been caught. But he just smiled, oblivious, and turned back to the road as the woman beside him laughed at some old joke.

"Harder!" I urged, forgetting caution. "I'm so close!" The slapping, the squelching, it was all so brazenly loud, but the car's rumble covered us.

Michael obeyed, his cock driving into me relentlessly. His breath was ragged, his face buried in my neck to muffle his groans. "Mum, I'm gonna... gonna cum," he warned, his voice breaking.

"Inside me," I whispered urgently. "Cum inside me, Michael. Fill me up." The taboo thrill made my voice husky, needy.

"Oh, fuck!" he cried out, barely muffled. His thrusts became erratic, the cock inside me pulsing as he spilled, hot and deep. I felt every pulse, every shudder, pushing me over the edge. "Oh, Michael! UNGHH!"

I bit my lip hard, my orgasm crashing over me like waves. "Yes, yes, yes!" I cried out softly, trying not to scream as the pleasure ripped through me.

We clung to each other, panting, hearts racing together, waiting for the aftershocks to pass. The old couple still chatted, their voices a distant hum, as we slowly, carefully pulled our clothes back into place.

"Love you, Mum," Michael whispered, his eyes shining with something more than just the taboo thrill.

"Love you too, son," I replied, my voice full of emotion. "That was... crazy. But... I wouldn't change it."

The car slowed, pulling into the station. "Derby, is it?" the old man asked, looking back at us with a friendly smile.

I nodded, still breathless, trying to sound normal. "Yeah. Perfect. Thank you."

We climbed out, our legs shaky, but hands entwined like nothing had happened. Just a mother and son, thanking the kind strangers for the ride. But we knew. We knew what we'd shared. What we'd done. In the cramped back of that little car, on that bumpy road, something wild and forbidden had bloomed. And neither of us would ever forget it.