Chapter 1: A Ride With My Mum
Turning 18 wasn't as big a deal as I had thought. It was billed as this huge milestone that once you were 18, all these new experiences were open to you. You could drink beer, I was already taking my driving test (failed it the first time), you were considered an adult.
But nope.
My birthday was a blast. A group of us all went down to London for a weekend of drunken debauchery. It was great. We got (very) dunk, drinking and dancing the night through in Leicester Square and Soho. After that, it was life as usual. No extra money, no extra insight into the human condition and no sudden appearance of loads of women who want to sleep with you.
Not that I had too much of a problem with the girls. I guess that I should introduce myself. I am Ben. I am a rugby player, about to be going to university in Durham, I work out several times a week, eat healthily and generally look after myself. I am six-foot-tall, well built at about 190 pounds and I have been told that I am good looking. But I'm not the most confident of guys and was exquisitely good saying exactly the wrong thing at just the right moment. I had used the excuse that I was concentrating on playing rugby, or that I needed to get my grades to get into my university of choice, or that the right girl just hadn't shown up or loads of other things. But none of those are true. I would have loved a girlfriend but I am also very good at getting turned down. So, needless to say, I was single when I was about to start my life as a university freshman.
My parents are both very fit too. They go to the gym as much as I do, in fact, my Mum even more. I think she was going every weekday morning after my Dad left for work. She looked amazing and wore dresses, skirts and tops that showed off her amazing figure. It was always fun to watch so many men check her out as we walked through town. Dad was still always perving at her and I must say, yup, me too. She was the subject of more than a fantasy or three of mine. And there she was watching my Dad and I treating the car like a huge game of Tetris, smiling to herself and drinking her black coffee.
My Dad had said that he and Mum would take me to Durham for the start of fresher's week. It is only when you start to pack up all of your belongings that you start to realise just how much crap you actually own. My stuff was all boxed up, my clothes in suitcases and we were packing it all into the car. With great difficulty.
"Why the hell did you have to get the biggest bloody TV in the sodding shop?" my Dad moaned at me. "It's not going to fit. The front seat is full, the boot is stuffed with your crap and the back seats are nearly full too. Looks like I can take your stuff up to Durham, but you're walking, Lad."
"Nonsense." Mum chimed. "Put the TV up in the middle of the back seats and then through into the gap between the front seats. The seat behind you can take the last suitcase and duvet and I will sit on Ben's lap in the back."
"I don't think that's a good idea, Darling. What if we get pulled over or have an accident?"
"Drive slowly. Don't have an accident. And there are thousands of cars that are on the road right now going to universities all around the country jammed full of even more stuff than Ben has." She smiled at me with her huge, beautiful smile. Mum was not just slim, athletic and had a body to die for with gorgeous big, round breasts that overly accentuated her small waist and curvy hips. She was extremely pretty too. She was only 36 and she seemed to get sexier every year. Or maybe it was just me noticing it more and more. Maybe due to having what seemed to be less and less sex. I hadn't had a girlfriend for nearly a year.
"I'm only small and I'm sure that Ben can survive the few hours up to Durham. Can't you, my dear?"
"Err, sure. Why not." I said. "I don't mind having Mum on my knees, Dad. I'm just thinking about your visibility. You won't be able to see out the back windows at all as the TV will be in the way."
My Dad thought about it for a minute. "Alright. I'll just drive slowly and you two will just have to be careful."
So that was it. Settled. Mum and I would just have to put up with the cramped space for a few hours. I didn't mind too much. It would be a bit weird having Mum on my lap for that long. Little did I know just how weird it was going to get.
The car was eventually loaded and both Dad and I were a bit shattered already. It was the first week of September and the weather was still hot. The sun was out and we were both in shorts and t-shirts. Mum was wearing a very light yellow short summer dress that perfectly hugged her body. Her waist, hips and breasts all accentuated by how the dress followed her curves, showing an ample amount of cleavage between the light material that hung from spaghetti straps over her shoulders. The dress finishing half way down her thighs just hiding her beautiful ass from public view.
Dad and I climbed into the car and I waited to let Mum climb in onto my lap. She slowly contorted her way into the back seat and positioned herself on my lap. Her legs clashing with mine and we both fumbled around trying to figure out how best to position ourselves.
"Put your feet together, Ben, and I'll fit myself around you."
I pushed myself back into the seat as much as I could and kept my legs together for Mum to get comfy on my lap. She spread her legs either side of mine and I felt her scooting her way back into my lap. Her firm, round bum shuffling back and forth in my lap as she was trying to get into a position that she was ok with. I must say, it felt pretty good. Her tight bum moving back and forth over my crotch. My dick definitely noticed something that hadn't occurred to me until that point. My Mum's ass, therefore her pussy, is going to be taking a ride on my dick all the way to Durham.
"We ready?" Dad asked.
"Yup, I'm good. Should be fine." Mum said cheerfully. "Just take it slow. And avoid any big bumps or pot holes. The last thing Ben wants is my bumping up and down on his lap."
"Holy fuck..."
my brain thought. Or maybe my dick. Can't always be too sure sometimes.
"I should be so lucky."
Now, let me get something straight. I have never tried or even seriously though about fucking my Mum. Yes, she was hot, yes, I had fantasised about her, but no, I hadn't actually taken any of that to heart or thought about ACTUALLY fucking my Mum. It is like fantasising about Megan Fox or Miley Cyrus. Of course, you do fantasise about them, but actually fucking them for real? My reaction to this unforeseen event of my mum sitting on my lap with her legs open was even catching me by surprise.
The journey started off. Everything seemed fine, if not cramped. The window was open a crack, which was loud so that we couldn't hear my Dad unless he shouted, but the cool airflow was definitely needed. Especially as I was getting maybe a little too hot.
It was only a short way into the journey, but I think that Mum was already getting a bit uncomfortable with her position. She grabbed the head rest in front of her and just pulled herself forward a bit arching her supply, sexy back away from me. She pushed her ass back into my crotch which made my already slightly semi erect dick pay even more attention to what it was obviously wanting just a couple of pieces of thin material away.
