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Its spring and Jesse is finishing up with his freshman year. Seth and I are going up to get him and haul his stuff home. Jesse and another guy rented an 8-foot storage place and got some 2x4's and built a platform half way up and floored it with plywood so they could both store their heavier stuff without over stacking. Small refrigerators and chairs and desk and stuff like that. Jesse left his car at home last trip and went back with the same friend. We left after Seth got home from work and it's a four hour trip and by the time we got there and loaded it was 9:30 and getting dark.
I didn't think there would be much left to take back but by the time we got loaded the van was packed fairly tight almost to the roof. We've been here and back before and Seth and I didn't mind the hours it took. Seth loves to drive the van, it's so smooth. Jesse and I never get to drive it. We're all night people and in fairly good shape so no problems there. There are two seats in front and we left one seat installed in the back for Jesse or me, whichever.
About the last minute someone came in Jesse's empty room and said, "Ok, you can have it."
Jesse said, "Great! Thank you very much. We'll be right over for it."
He and Seth took off saying they'd meet me at the van and to leave the room door open for maintenance. They came down carrying a stereo set, four pieces of equipment and a small set of speakers. No matter what we did there was no place to get them in the van no matter where we tried to put them. Jesse was crestfallen. He seemed like he really wanted that set.
We were all three standing there trying to figure it out. Seth said, "We can tie something on top and make room or we can put them in your storage place or we can belt them into the front seat and you two can ride in back. With a four hour trip that won't be very comfortable."
Jesse said, "Marvin has the storage key and it might rain."
There wasn't even any room under the seat Jesse and I would be in. That van was seriously packed.
Jesse said, "Hold on. I'll be back in a few minutes. There might be somebody that can take them and bring them back in the fall."
I caught Seth's eye and he caught mine. He said, "I don't know what else to do. We could get some plastic sheets and straps and put something on the top but the wind always gets it loose and it gets wet anyway."
I waited a moment or two and said, "Its ok. It's a workable solution. We'll make do. You like the radio up so enjoy yourself. It won't be so loud for us with all his stuff blocking the sound. Seth, please don't ask us how we're doing. It'll make us think about it and we'll just concentrate on it. Also, sitting on his lap or him sitting on mine for four hours is going to get a little personal."
"Well," he said. "I suppose it will. I could give him a talk but I guess it's best to leave that to you."
About that time Jesse came back. Everybody was gone that could help. We strapped the stereo in and got in and started out. I sat on Jesse's lap crossways with my feet in a little space between boxes. The seat arm rose up so we left it up. My buns were pressing down between his thighs which he was trying to hold together but they slowly opened up. I had a pillow up against a side window so my head was comfortable. I reached down and pulled his knee towards the window so his thighs opened up more and smiled at him. It was a lot more comfortable that way and he spread his legs out wider.
I had on a loose set of cotton shorts. I should have worn pants but didn't. Jesse had knit shorts on. One of his hands was behind the tall pillow I was leaning against and the other was hanging down off beside my legs. It couldn't be comfortable so I pulled it up and put his hand on my thigh, about the middle. Bare skin on bare skin and his hand froze in place.
I said very quietly in his ear, "We might as well snuggle when we need to and be as comfortable as we can. We can switch sitting on each other and change positions so we don't get sore somewhere. We're going to be close so we might as well get used to touching each other all over the place. Try not to be shy. I won't break."
"Mom," he said. "I wasn't expecting this to happen. Any time you're not comfortable say so. I'm worried about what dad things about this."
I said. "We talked about it before you got back. He's fine with it. He can't hear us over the music and he can't see us no matter which way he turns the rear view mirror and he can't see us looking between the seats so whatever position we wind up in will be just between us. Could you unbutton the top two buttons on my blouse? It's kind of tight."
My blouse was a polyester/rayon embroidered split V-neck, balloon sleeves, slipover with buttons down to my naval. It wasn't tight at all. I had on a white bra so he would get a peek when lights flashed around inside from cars or street lights. He unbuttoned with one hand, fiddling around a little. I figured the sooner he got familiar with me the more relaxed he would be about it. It would give him something to think about, and me too. Makes the time go faster.
I pecked him on the cheek and said, "Thanks, that feels better already. So, were you surprised when you found the big box of condoms I slipped in your luggage last fall?"
"That was from you," he said. "I thought that was from dad."
"Oh, men don't do things like that," I said. "It's not manly. Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you for a report or how many you used. Not my business. Although privately I hope you used every one and bought more, but don't tell me, I don't want to know. I used to put your dad's condoms in the freezer. He hated that but never said anything about it. I think he had another box around the house."
Jesse was getting settled. He was looking at me smiling like crazy at that story and shaking his head. We got on the interstate and Seth changed stations to his favorite. We were talking but settling down since it was dark and talking less and less. I switched and sat on Jesse's lap with my back to him. With the slow swaying and light bouncing if he was going to get excited it would probably be soon. There was plenty of room in front of our seat and my knees and legs didn't rub up against anything. Jesse had his hands beside us on the seat. I got both and brought them around me and held them right in my lap.
We talked and enjoyed ourselves and I could turn and look right in his eyes. I took to using one hand to gesture with leaving one hand with his two in my lap and when I put my hand back I would grasp his on top which sort of pushed him down in my lap a little before I turned it over. After a little bit he used one of his hands to gesture with and did the same as I did and my lap became a common place or goal. I could feel him in the back of my buns but not solid. I knew eventually he would get excited and everything I was doing was to help us with that.
It was actually less than fifteen minutes since I switched sitting positions that I felt Jesse getting more noticeable. It was slow but he was moving up my butt crack which made it worse of course. The small bouncing of the van probably made it feel like I was stroking him with my butt crack.
I let him get nice and hard and swiveled my head around slowly and said, "I know you know that's absolutely normal so don't worry about it. I like being appreciated. Would you mind if I borrowed one of your fingers?"
He shook his head 'no' so I turned one of his hands in my lap over and got a finger and moved it slowly down in my crotch. My legs were on his and open so there was plenty of room. I found my clit with one of my fingers and put his right on and started rubbing my clit with it. I did that for a long time.
I swiveled around again and said, "I really like that, don't stop please."
I let go of his hand and he kept going. My son was doing my clit. He was very good. He didn't start going fast or hard, just having a little fun while his dick was getting done by my butt crack. When I sat down on his lap this way I started lower and slid back so my shorts would pull down a few inches and be looser. I let him go on for a few minutes then reached down and got his hand and put it on my thigh and slid it in my shorts. The legs of my shorts pulled way up and over so it was almost like I was nude.