The highway hummed beneath my tires as I sped down the highway. The drive to Minneapolis normally didn't feel this long but I'd never done it while riding out an emotional hurricane. No matter how often I changed the radio stations or tried to keep my mind on business and meeting scenarios, visions of my son and my morning masturbation session continued to dominate my thoughts.
The heat between my legs was constant and undeniable. Between my moments of guilt and denial, a lust burned inside of me with such intensity that I was constantly tempted to slip my hand into my jeans and satisfy my urges. Until now, the only thing that prevented me from giving into my needs was daylight and passing traffic.
As the twilight hours gave way to darkness, my temptations grew. One hand rested on my lap and the other clung to the leather steering wheel as I fidgeted in my seat. I watched my mirrors as I drove and positioned my car away from others. I let my hand roll over my thigh and I pressed my jeans against my slit. A soft moan that had been building throughout the day emanated from my lips.
I sunk deeper into my seat then pressed my left knee against the driver's door. My thumb pushed on the denim fabric above my zipper. With two fingers I pinched my jeans and tugged at them. As I wiggled my ass into the seat, I loosened the material that covered my dampening panties. My hands roamed as I checked my mirrors often -- taking great caution to hide my actions from any approaching vehicle. I was nervous. I had never done anything like this in pubic before -- ever.
When I was confident my jeans were adjusted enough to not restrict my hand, I began to rub the material in a slow circle over myself. I tucked my elbow alongside the edge of the seat to shield its view from any car that would approach from behind me. My chest swelled as I held my breath and tried to concentrate on the road ahead. The more I rubbed the less satisfied I became. As the intensity of my needs grew, so did my desire to get my jeans out of the way. I snuck the top button on my jeans open with stealthy movements then teased the zipper down one tooth at a time.
The car behind me was merely a distant pair of lights. A large truck in front of me was speeding away without a care. I peeled the opened part of my jeans back and tried to snake my hand inside them. The angle of approach pushed my wrist in an awkward direction and my fingers barely grazed the top of my mound.
I quickly checked my mirrors one more time, pressed my feet down on the floor and lifted my ass just enough to quickly push my jeans down to my knees. When the chill of the cool leather touched my ass, I shivered with excitement and relief. I looked down at myself -- panties exposed and jeans bunched below my thighs. I felt mischievous and liked it.
I looked back at the road confidently as my free hand slipped back between my legs. My fingers slid my panties aside. The wetness beneath them oozed onto the seat and my fingers. I bit my lip and dragged my finger through my slit. I rubbed my pussy in circles as my left foot pressed against the carpeted wall behind the brake pedal. My hips began to rock into my fingers. I tugged at my hood of flesh then rolled my clit between my fingers. Just as I curled two fingers deep into my sloppy pussy the interior of the car flooded with the glow white light.
My head snapped to my ringing iPhone that rested in its dashboard holder. On the screen appeared the contact picture of my son, my 18 year old son -- looking at me, staring at me as I held my fingers deep in my molten crease. I felt my face flush with heat and dizziness and I stared at the phone's screen -- frozen. My eyes darted to the road then back at the screen. I considered not answering his call but knew that would cause him only call back multiple times with worry. On the third ring I gave in. I quickly reached up with my driving hand and tapped my Bluetooth headset to answer the call.
"Hi honey, how are you?" I said breathlessly.
"Good, good. How is the drive?" He replied.
"Oh," I paused and looked down between my legs, "not too bad, all things considered."
"Yeah. It really sucks you had to leave so fast."
"I know. Right?" I sighed, "Didn't you have plans to go out?"
"They fell through," he answered, "just gonna chill at home tonight. Maybe game a bit then chat with some friends online."
My eyebrow rose when I heard him mention chatting online. I wondered if he meant that chat room I 'd seen in his web history files, "So how was your day?"
Alex chimed in with a lengthy response as he recounted his day. My eyes roamed from the road to my widely spread legs. As I listened to his voice on the phone I my fingers began to tease my hot flesh.
I watched my fingers slip in and out of my pussy. My thoughts raced as he spoke. What kind of mother does this? What kind of mother fucks herself in a car as she listens to her son's voice? A good mother wouldn't do this. Only a slut would do this -- a naughty, nasty, little slut.
The word "slut" hung in my thoughts and on the tip of my tongue. My fingers plunged in and out of wet slit as my thumb rubbed over my hard, aching button in a blur. Within seconds my body began to buck and quake. I bit my lip but couldn't hold back the primal, breathless moan that escaped my lips into the phone.
"Mom?" Alex blurted with concern, "Mom?"
I freaked. My body quivered on my fingers and I'd just belted a moan of pure ecstasy into the phone -- and my son, MY SON, had heard it. In frustration I slammed my fist on the steering wheel and the horn sounded. My eyebrows went up as I heard the horn and the perfect lie rolled over my tongue, "ASSHOLE!"
"Mom?" Alex pleaded, "are you there?"
"Dammit. Sorry honey. " I said with a smirk of brilliance on my face, " this idiot with a trailer just cut me off."
"Ahhhh, " he said with relief, "well I won't keep you, concentrate on your driving and call me when you get to the hotel."
"Ok baby. I'm an hour out. I'll call you after I've checked in."
I pushed the headset to end the call and sank into my seat. I lifted my hand from between my numb legs and my fingers dripped. I could feel my wetness pooling in the seat below me. When my heart rate and senses returned to normal I used some napkins that were stuffed in the door's pocket to clean up.
My stop in the adult store was brief but expensive. I executed my shopping plan with a bold demeanor even though I was trembling with embarrassment inside. Rather than stumble around the store, I portrayed myself as a bachelorette party shopper. I put on my business face and told the store clerk I wanted a basket of completely embarrassing items for my friend that would also curl her toes later. As the clerk assembled a selection of the world's naughtiest sex toys, I browsed the lingerie rack. By the time the clerk returned I'd decided to treat myself to a sheer, black babydoll with matching panties, and two packages of seamed, thigh-high stockings.
Having never shopped at an adult store before this moment, it was impossible for me to have foreseen the events that unfolded at the checkout counter. After the clerk rang up the items, each and every one that required a battery for operation was tested in my view and the eyes of the growing line of people behind me. The six customers that waited didn't know my bachelorette excuse. Their glances darted from the clerk to seemingly endless variety of monstrous toys and vibrating goodness, then back at me. I could feel their eyes undressing me and fantasizing about me playing with each and every toy. I looked over my shoulder and gave an apologetic shrug to the line. My eyes met those of a petite blonde girl who stood there with her arms half hiding a purple, double-dildo in bubble packaging. I smiled and the girl gave me a seductive wink. When I turned back to the clerk and handed him my credit card, I found some comfort in the thought that everyone in line was there for the same reason as I was -- pleasure. As I compared the size of my order to the few items each of them held, it was apparent that my need for pleasure just seemed to be larger than theirs at the moment. When my transaction was complete, I just smiled confidently as I took my two, large bags of goodies and walked out of the store.
