Deciding I needed to quell my burning cunt, I leaned against the wall in a stall and began pleasuring myself. Not surprisingly, the half hour plus of accidental teasing had me already revved up and I came in no time at all. My pussy juice leaked down my leg and I awkwardly cleaned myself up with toilet paper.
Once recovered, I also wiped my panties as I tried to make them less damp but after putting them on all I could still feel was my humiliating wetness. Usually, I loved sex. I loved coming, but the constant reminder by my wet panties that my son’s cock had got me horny was too much and I took them back off.
Instead, I put the sexy wet thong in my purse, and went to the sink to wash my hands and legs. Unfortunately, a mother with her child were there and all I could do was wash my hands thoroughly to hide the scent of my own cum.
Leaving the washroom, I decided there was no way I would sit back on my son’s lap, instead, deciding we would have to persevere squished side by side. I purchased a coke and a bag of chips and headed back outside.
‘Fuck’, I sighed as the summer heat pounded on us. It was a fucking sauna out there. I planned to try and get more panties from the suitcase, but decided not to, how was I going to explain that?
My husband and son were leaning on the car chatting when I walked over.
“So, under fourteen hours left,” Alex quipped, with a playful smile.
Cory added, “I think it’s going to be a tight ride.”
I couldn’t tell for sure, maybe it was just the self-conscious part of me, but he seemed to stress the word ‘tight’.
I joked, realizing only after I said it that it only added to the innuendo if he was implying any, “Yes, it is some quality mom and son bonding.”
“Well, it’s you two back there the whole drive,” my husband added. “No way can I fit back there with anybody.”
That was true. My husband was a bigger man and there was no way my son or I would fit side by side or on his lap.
Nope, I still had just under fourteen hours with my son in the backseat. The next few without any underwear.
Fuck.
My son got back in the car first and patted his lap.
I was supposed to go in first and suggested, “Shouldn’t we try to be side by side?”
“It’s okay, Mom,” he said, patting his lap again.
“You sure?” I asked, knowing I wasn’t wearing any panties and my pussy was still slightly damp… the aftermath dribble of a good orgasm.
“Side by side is too tight,” he replied.
“But I’ll crush your legs,” I pointed out, desperate to avoid sitting on his cock again… having apparently enjoyed it too much the first time.
He shrugged, “Oh Mom, you’re light.”
“You sure?” I asked again, still tentative, as I looked down and could still see the remnants of a stain on his shorts as well as the clear outline of his cock… which, at least, no longer looked to be completely erect.
“Mom, it’s not hard at all,” he answered, his word choice odd.
Naughty me also wanted to respond, ‘but it likely will be’, but the good mom in me responded, “If you’re sure I won’t smother you.”
He shrugged, “I can handle whatever you give me.”
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