* Couldn't resist taking a shot at the old road trip with Mom theme, just because I always enjoy reading them. *
Monica's face went hot when she caught Avery staring at her tits. When he saw that he'd been busted he looked down at his half-eaten plate of food. Monica was used to catching men staring at her tits. They were huge and still shapely and so appealing, and at forty years old they were the biggest they'd ever been thanks to the extra weight she'd put on the last few years. However, Avery was her nineteen year old son, and his latest stepfather was also sitting at the table taking his time over his own plate of breakfast.
As always, Marvin, Monica's third husband, was barely aware of his wife and stepson as he calmly ate his scrambled eggs and bacon. The last thing Monica thought to do was admonish her son in front of Marvin. Certainly not for something as hard to explain as checking out his mother's tits. But when she didn't say anything, she caught him doing it again, only this time his eyes lingered and then made contact with his mother's after she caught him. She glared at him, still not saying anything, and he just blushed, smiled and looked down at his food again.
Monica started to question her choice of attire for the long day ahead. They were driving Avery to the coast for his second year of college. It was a two day trip, and the minivan was filled with everything Avery needed for his new apartment off campus. He'd lived on campus his first year, but this year he had a place of his own and he was taking almost everything he owned. Monica wasn't looking forward to being crammed into the vehicle for two full days with two other people and all of Avery's things, so she decided to dress for comfort.
The voluptuous mom had picked out a summer weight, wrap around dress that cinched around the front just under her barely manageable, D cup melons. The dress left an impressive amount of her cleavage exposed, along with the upper edge of the lacy tube top she wore underneath in lieu of a bra. She thought about changing into something else before they left on their trip, but then she caught her son gazing at her tits for yet a third time. This time she just heaved a sigh of resignation and laughed inwardly. By not saying anything -- mainly because Marvin was sitting right there, oblivious to the fact that a much younger man was staring at his wife's tits -- Monica was doing nothing to discourage her son.
If anything, her deep sigh only pushed her glorious mounds forward, making them bulge against the confines of her dress and tube top. Avery's eyes went as wide as they could, and his mother could see him silently mouth "fuck". She found it impossible to keep from smiling while she avoided making eye contact with him again. He was gazing at his pretty mother's luscious jugs like he had the right to, and Monica couldn't help feeling flattered. She very nearly blushed when she thought her body could still be that appealing to a college age boy despite the extra weight she'd been trying to shed. If her son's attention was anything to go by, then maybe that extra weight had settled in all the right places.
Monica's nipples were tingling by the time Marvin finished his breakfast and got up to take his plate to the sink. Then he clapped his hands once and announced it was time to get on the road.
"But Avery and I are still eating," Monica pointed out.
Marvin sighed with exasperation. "We have a schedule to keep, remember? We need to get Avery to school in two days so you and I can take the scenic way home the way we planned."
"A few extra minutes to finish our breakfast isn't going to ruin your schedule," Monica said.
"We talked about this," Marvin frowned disapprovingly. "It's not "my" schedule. It's "our" schedule, remember?"
"Marvin, will you please just give my mother a break?" Avery cut in. "Seriously, we're just talking about five minutes."
"Someday you'll learn the value of sticking to a schedule."
Marvin then lumbered out of the room with the scowl still on his face. As soon as he was gone, Avery rolled his eyes dramatically and his mother almost laughed out loud. He could always make her feel better in an awkward situation. He'd had this ability ever since he was little, and he just seemed to get better at it the older he grew. She'd almost forgotten catching him looking at her tits just a few minutes, until she caught his eyes dropping down to boob level again.
"Avery!" she protested in a dramatic whisper, still not wanting Marvin to know what her son was doing. "You shouldn't be looking at...well, you know."
"You're right. I really shouldn't," her son whispered back. "But it's not my fault you look amazing in that dress. This is gonna be a great trip. Except for Mr. Schedule-keeper."
Monica finally giggled out loud. It was no secret how her son had never liked her latest husband, and the feeling was apparently mutual. They had gotten married eight months ago, while Avery was still in his first year of college. Monica sold the house she and her son had lived in during his high school years and then moved in to Marvin's house.
Husband number three had merely tolerated Avery coming to stay for the summer, especially when it quickly became clear that the younger man in her life was less than impressed by his mother's latest choice. The two males settled into a chilly routine of mutual acceptance for Monica's sake. Avery wanted his mother to be happy, but he knew Marvin wasn't the man for that task. At the same time, Marvin didn't appreciate the college boy's smug attitude. He was the oldest of Monica's husbands by a good fifteen years, and he resented Avery's unspoken attitude that this one wasn't going to last any longer than the others.
Monica was just glad her husband and son kept away from each other for the most part. Marvin would complain to her a few times in private, but she reminded him that she only had her son for the summer, and she wasn't going to let their marriage get in the way of her relationship with her very own flesh and blood. As it was, this trip was originally supposed to be just Monica and Avery, but Marvin had inserted himself, convincing his wife they could treat the trip home like the honeymoon they never took in the first place.
Mother and son finished breakfast, and Avery volunteered to wash the dishes so they wouldn't have to come back to them in another week. Marvin was already outside, trying to rearrange what Avery had in the minivan. Whatever he was doing just seemed to make it worse. The middle seat was full of boxes and an upended office chair. The far rear seat that faced out the back of the vehicle was also full.
Avery rolled his eyes at Marvin's futile attempts while Monica looked over the interior of the car and wondered aloud where everyone was going to sit. There were only the driver's and passenger's seat available.
"There's a spot for Avery in the far back," Marvin explained, as if it was simple.
But the mother and son both looked and there was no way anyone could spend two days riding in the tiny spot that Marvin had provided. Monica and Avery both recognized that they could move one of the boxes to the front seat to make it possible for someone to ride without being crunched.
"Then where is your mother going to sit?" Marvin said.
