A few weeks went by without much fanfare after our first night together. Like my mother had said, we would look normal around everyone else in the world. I even noticed she had more confidence around my dad now, playing and teasing him every chance she got. And at night when he would get home at a more normal time, the sounds of lovemaking coming from their room happened more and more often.
This seemed to make my dad come home earlier on Tuesday nights now leaving my mother and I little time to explore our new relationship. I did notice her touching me more intimately now and even winking my way when nobody else was looking. And as I watched, her wardrobe started to grow with more daring outfits, especially dresses and skirts, and new heels. I would see these each day as she went to work or when she went out to run errands.
Then came the day my mother announced she had to drive a few hours down south for a business meeting that caught me by surprise.
She and dad were talking at the dining room table when she said that she would feel a little safer with someone riding along should something happen with her and the car. Dad being his usual, stated that he couldn't afford to take time off from work and suggested one of the kids go along with her. You can imagine what happened next.
Looking over at me in the kitchen she suggested that I could go along instead. We would start out early in the morning, grab some lunch on the way, and then after her meetings, head home and be back by nine pm. Saying this and looking my way, she gently winked at me and gave me the look of "please say yes". Taking her hint I casually agreed to her idea and continued about what I was doing.
Later that night dad took care of checking the car, a nice 1970's Ford Thunderbird with the long doors and wide front bench seat. It had always been mom's favorite car and she especially enjoyed driving it on long trips.
The next morning I was up early taking a shower when I heard the bathroom door open and the sound of heels on the tile floor as my mother walked in. I simply peeked around the shower curtain and saw the most amazing sight. My mother was standing at the counter, putting on her make-up, and she was only dressed in her bra, sheer to waist nude pantyhose, and her black patent sandals, the same sandals that had first turned me on to her that fateful day several weeks before.
Looking at me in the mirror, she simply turned ever so slowly around, showing me that not only were her pantyhose sheer to waist, but also had the most seductive back seam all the way up her legs making them look even longer and leaner. In an instant I was fully aroused and just about jumped out of the shower right then and there.
After her little display she simply walked out and said she would be waiting for me to finish up and to get dressed. I could hardly concentrate at that point and as I tried to dry myself off and get dressed, I found my hands were shaking so badly I couldn't even hold my razor steady. When I got to my room I noticed a new pair of khaki loose fitting slacks on my bed along with a nice polo shirt to match. Also next to the shirt was a new bottle of cologne that she had bought, not too strong but definitely a soft musk. I figured my mom wanted me to look good for the trip and I quickly dressed and headed out.
I noticed that the house was empty and so I figured she had already gone out to the car and was waiting for me. As I got outside I saw the car, but no mom, nor anybody else. So I climbed into the passenger side and waited for her. Not a minute later I heard the front door open and out came this vision of an angel. She had on the same black pleated skirt she had worn that first day, but her blouse was a more delicate semi-transparent white sheer, and had a simple ruffled V-neck opening. This gave me the most amazingly seductive view of her body and lace bra underneath. To top it off was a simple black blazer and pearls to match.
As she walked up to the passenger side of the car she suggested that I slide over and drive this first part of the trip. She had a small carry-on type bag with her along with her purse which she dropped into the back seat of the car. I figured it was stuff for her meeting and didn't think much else about it.
Climbing into the car she stretched out her leg and allowed her skirt to ride up her thigh as she brought first one leg in, setting down, then bringing the other inside. I could hear her shoes stretch ever so slightly as she did this and she adjusted her skirt so that it was back down to her knees. Sitting there watching all this I didn't realize I had been staring at those beautiful legs again when she suggested we get moving so we would have time for lunch.
Being inside that enclosed car with the A/C on, her cologne, and the simple excitement was intoxicating. I had to use all my efforts to concentrate on my driving and not getting us into an accident. As we hit the interstate she decided to first remover her blazer, "to get more comfortable and not to wrinkle it" she said. Since I was driving I had the seat all the way back and this gave her ample room to stretch out. Traffic was light and she seemed to take advantage of the time we had together.
At first, it was just innocent adjusting and moving around. As I watched through quick glimpses, I noticed first that she had turned slightly towards me, and had rested her shoes on the center transmission hump of the car. This brought her knees up slightly and allowed her skirt to slide down a few inches. By doing this I could see her white satin slip underneath resting on top of her nylon covered thighs. Between the view of her toes through her sheer pantyhose and the view of her legs, plus the scent of her cologne, I figured two hours was going to be a long trip.
