Beverly Campbell stood in her sons' driveway and scowled. Her eyes fixed on the object sitting in front of her sons' garage door. Mike stood on the front stoop and watched his mother; he knew the moment she had stopped walking from her car to the front door what had happened. He had forgotten and left the bike out. Shit, Mike thought, I should have put the damn thing in the garage.
With a sigh the twenty-seven year old walked down the sidewalk to his mother. He could tell by her expression she was not very happy right now.
"Yes mom" Mike said. "It's a motorcycle."
"You know how I feel about these things" his mother continued to scowl.
"I know" Mike sighed. "Look, I wear a helmet, I took every safety course." He told his mother. "I'm twenty-seven mom, and I LIKE riding OK."
Beverly sighed heavily. She knew her son was a man now. God forbid his physical appearance reminded her of it whenever she saw him. His piercing blue eyes and broad shoulders, along with his strong embrace when they met were constant reminders of the lack of attention her husband had been giving her for almost the last year.
But this...a motorcycle...he knew how much she hated these things. The idea of him riding about unprotected sent a shiver of fear down her spine.
"I see people every day come through the emergency room mangled from these things" Beverly said as she turned to her son.
She tried not to stare at his chest as the shirtless young man stood beside her. She had to get a grip on herself, she realized. This was her son for God's sake.
"Look" Mike said, stepping closer. "The only way to put your mind at ease is to try it."
"Try it?" Beverly asked confused. His nearness made his cologne fill her nostrils. The smell of his sweat mixed with aftershave made her head spin. She tried to clear her thoughts.
Her son reached forward and plucked two helmets from the seat of the motorcycle. He extended one towards his mother.
"Let me show you why Kelli likes it so much" Mike chuckled.
Kelli was her sons' most recent girlfriend. One in a string her had changed over the last few years. Each lasting no more than six months at best his mother knew. What had struck the forty-eight year old woman was the uncanny resemblance the last three had to her own self.
All three had been over thirty at least, they all had soft shoulder length red hair like herself, and most important all three had been rather well endowed in the breast department. For Beverly, her 38D's were something she had always been proud of, especially the fact that there had been little sag as the years had crept up on her.
The thought of some woman crouched on this thing, clutching her son from behind, sent a pang through her body. She shook her head to clear the thought, it couldn't be jealousy.
Mike took her head movement as a continued refusal, but he pushed forward regardless. Leaning in he slipped the helmet over his mothers, head and then slipped his own on.
"Mike..." Beverly tried to protest. She watched as he swung one leg over and then flipped a key, the rumble of the engine filling the air. She sighed; he wasn't going to take a refusal.
With resignation she climbed on behind her son, reasoning a quick run around the block, and then she could restart her tirade about motorcycles. As her leg slid over the seat, one thing became instantly obvious; the short summer skirt she was wearing was not the best choice for a motorcycle. She felt the hem slide up her thighs, and then was startled when her panty clad groin came in contact with the leather seat.
"Honey..." she tried to say.
"Hang on mom" Mike's voice crackled in her ear. She looked up surprised.
"Yeah, we have two way mics in the helmet so we can still talk" her son laughed.
Before she could even respond, she felt the bike start to roll down the driveway. Instinctively her arms wrapped around her sons' bare torso, as she leaned into him, feeling her breasts press firmly against his back. The scent of his skin now so close it almost made her head swim again.
As Mike opened the throttle, Beverly felt a unique sensation. The vibration from the engine right below their seat went straight through the leather and right into her over heated loins. It sent a tingling sensation that caused her juices to start to leak into her stretched panties.
"OH God" she moaned as Mike opened the bike up even more.
"Great isn't it" Mike enthused over the noise in her helmet. "What a feeling."
"You have no idea" his mother moaned as the thrum of the machine sent tingles through her now pulsing clit.
"Want to bet" his voice filled her ears. "You're wet as hell right now aren't you?"
"Michael!" his mother exclaimed. "That is not something you say to your mother."
"No it isn't" Mikes' voice filled her ears. "But it is to a hot and sexy woman riding behind me."
Beverly couldn't suppress the shudder that rippled through her. That her son thought of her as hot and sexy created a sudden gush of fluids against the soft leather.
Mike knew exactly what his mother was feeling right now. He couldn't tell her how many women had experienced the same physical response to his motorcycle she was. His mind swirled, dreams since he was a teenager came to his mind. Should he? With a quick banked turn, he headed them up the on ramp and towards the highway, opening the throttle even more.
Oh my God, Beverly thought. He has to stop...or something she never dreamed of was going to happen, and very soon. The yearlong drought of inattention from her husband, coupled with the constant vibrations coursing through her, was turning into a hot knot deep in her belly very quickly.
"Try this sexy" Mike told his mother.
Then, Beverly watched in horror as they edged closer to the shoulder. Her grip tightened on him as she thought they were going to crash. Her lips brushed his bare back, and the taste of his skin started her trembling.
"Ohhh Michael...please." she keened softly.
Suddenly, her whole world exploded in white heat, as the motorcycle crossed onto the rumble strips at the side of the highway. The intense rhythmic bouncing drove the seat deep between her legs like a wedge, grinding her clit against the leather. The intense vibrations caused a bolt to rocket straight from her now throbbing clit, slamming through her hardened nipples, and swamp her brain.
"Michaeeellllllllllll" Beverly screamed as her body exploded in the most intense orgasm she could remember.
"That's it mom...cum for me" his voice echoed in the helmet.
"Oh my fucking GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD" Beverly screamed as her body convulsed. She sank her teeth into her sons' bare back as her mind almost melted from the sensations. She could feel her juices gush out to soak her panties and coat the seat under her.
As her body shook against him, Mike pulled the bike back into the lane; he could hear his mother gasping through the microphone.
"Liked that didn't you" his raspy voice came out. "How about another round?" he asked.
"Oh shit no" Beverly gasped as she felt the bike drift again. "I'm your motherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" the last word came out as a wail as the wheels hit the rumble strip once again.
Mike felt his mother convulse once again behind him. He could feel the dampness against his jeans as her fluids soaked between them.
"Do it...cum for me" he whispered.
Beverly cursed and screamed her way through a second intense orgasm as the bumping seat ground against her clit. Her nipples now dragged along Mikes' back as her body shook and trembled.
As Mike pulled back into the lane he felt his mother sag against his back, and then her voice came through the helmet. This time there was huskiness to her voice and a deep guttural tone.
"Bastard" Beverly hissed. "Pull this thing over right now."
"Hey...I'm sorry if..." Mike said, worried he had done something to really upset his mother. He couldn't see her face but felt the tension in her body as she clung to him.
