(Just to avoid confusion, the woman in this story is named Emily. She was my stepmother and I called her "mom.")
It was a little past nine when I finished my shift and walked out of the restaurant's back door. My stepmother's car was parked in the first row, facing the door.. She flashed the headlights and I waved as I walked to the car.
Normally, I drove myself to and from work in my stepmother's car but my father had left on a ten day fishing trip that morning, taking his car. My stepmother needed her car for errands so she drove me to work that day.
I got in the passenger's side and closed the door behind me. Mom's dark, shoulder length hair was pinned up at the back of her head.. She was wearing a plain, white blouse, that buttoned up the front, green shorts and flip-flops.
"Did your boss agree to give you next week off?" she asked.
"Uh-huh," I answered, "I told you he would," I leaned over to kiss her cheek and at the same time, I put my right hand high up on her thigh so that side of my forefinger touched the cloth that covered her pussy. I could feel the heat of her through the material that covered her crotch.
"Matthew," she said, turning her face to look at me, "what are you..."
Before she could finish, I moved my head forward and covered her mouth with mine. She groaned softly and lightly gripped my arm. I turned my hand and pushed it between her thighs so I could cup her warm pussy. At the same time, our tongues touched.
"Don't do that," she said, as I rubbed her pussy, but she did not move to stop me, "you know that makes me crazy."
"I know," I said, pressing my fingers against her crotch, "I've been thinking about it all day. Let me touch your pussy."
"No, Matthew,' she protested, "what if someone sees us."