Se connecterConsent obtained, Mom climbed off of my lap and got undressed slowly. Just like when she had stripped earlier, whether out of shyness or just to tease me, she carefully kept her back to me until only her underwear remained.When she finally dropped her panties, I could not resist calling out her attempt to obscure what I wanted to see the most. "Mom, you don't have to hide from me."Frustrated and a little shy, she gave a cute little stomp with her foot, making her plump rump jiggle as the energy dissipated through her cheeks. "You'll see it soon! I didn't raise you to be so greedy, mister.""Sorry, Mom. I'm just really excited! Isn't that a good thing?"She wrapped a towel around herself that she tied above her tits out of habit, even though I was perfectly familiar with them. "I'm not used to this," she said. "That's all. Showing you my boobs doesn't even register anymore.""Really?" I asked, nodding towards the towel. "You're still covering them
"Because, uh... because you're the best gift of all?" I replied, hoping the cheesy line would land.She winked and kissed the tip of my nose. "Just me... or me and my big, fat tits?"I let out a stunned chuckle. "This still feels like a fucking dream. Like... are you really on my lap right now? Is there really cum all over your face?"She pretended to think hard, exaggerating her confusion while continuing to grind her hips in slow, teasing circles. "Well, goodness, I don't know. Does it feel like I'm on your lap?"I nodded quickly.She leaned in close enough for our lips to brush, her hot breath wafting against my mouth. "Does it look like your cum is all over my face?"I nodded even more eagerly.Her tongue curled out and dragged slowly across my upper lip. "So... what does it feel like I'm gonna do next?""Oh my god," I whispered, heart hammering. "Kiss me?"My rep
She started roughly swaying her entire upper body side to side so that her enormous, lube-slick tits followed the motion. They shifted left and right in quick, short bursts while staying pressed together, making them wobble out of control. Her breathing quickened, but she did not slow down. She pushed herself for as long as she could until tiny beads of sweat peppered her brow, making adorable little grunts that I still sometimes think when I jerk off.Finally, just as I felt my orgasm start to creep in, she had to pause for a breather.Mom leaned forward more, pushing her breasts higher up my lap to swallow my whole cock into her deep, glistening cleavage. "Whew!" she panted. "I... can't do that for long. Can you... handle a little more?""I-I don't... I don't know," I admitted, my voice and confidence both wavering.She switched to short, tight, rapid bounces that massaged only my cock head. The fat tip kept popping in and out of the top of her bust as
I swallowed hard, trying to find the words while my brain begged me to just shut up and just feel her. "They're so... fu-fucking... tiiiiiiight. They're squeezing, like... everything!"Mom giggled happily, clearly delighted by my description. "Yeah, they do that. What else?"I let out a shaky breath as she dragged her tits along my length again. "Warm, Mom. God, they are just...insanely fucking warm."She smiled, then suddenly lifted her hands off of my thighs to squeeze the sides of her breasts again and pushed hard. She bunched them together, forcing the soft flesh to bulge through the oval opening at the top, which in turn created a cozy, vise-like canal for my dick to slide through."How about now?" she asked, her tone curious even though she already knew exactly what the answer would be."Fuuuuck!" I wailed with pleasure, eyes rolling back for a second as my leg began to twitch."What are my
"I'm going to take your shorts off now, okay?" she said in a calming cadence.I could only nod, my tongue completely tied.She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and boxers at the same time and pulled them down in one slow, practiced drag, showing off some of her long-hidden expertise. My rock-hard cock sprang free immediately and bobbed up and down, enthralled to finally come face-to-face with the object of its obsession."Well," Mom murmured, eyes ballooning with admiration, "I guess you really do take after your father."I felt a surprised smile on my face, not to mention a strange connection to Dad in that bizarre moment. "He was big, too?"She bit her lower lip, staring at my throbbing length. "Not... quite this big, honey, but I still think you owe him a big thank-you."I nudged one of her heavy tits with my knee, marveling at how firm and resistant the outer curve felt while compressed in tha
She sucked her cheeks in, eyes sparkling with excitement. "Do you... I mean, I-I can put it on, if you want to see it." She didn't sound nervous at all, but actually rather thrilled-- chomping at the bit to show me how serious she was, or perhaps, to show off for me."I mean, I guess if you want me to see how it looks I could, uh... take a peek."She scurried around to the opposite side of the bed. "I haven't worn it in a while, but I'm sure it still fits." With that, she turned her back to me."Seriously?" I asked. "After everything you just said, you're gonna hide?"She glanced over her shoulder with a playful look and pulled her bikini top up over her head. "Don't be pushy, now. Can you unhook me, Bambi? No peeking!"I leaned forward and unclasped her bra, my eyes trained on the back of her neck so I would not be tempted to disobey her. The moment the hooks released, the cups sagged dramatically forward, yanked down by the sheer weight
When I woke up the following morning, Dad was already up, and we were driving. The curtain was closed, which I found odd. Then I looked down and saw that I was still nude from the waist down. It made sense why Dad kept the curtain closed. I asked my father, "Are we getting an early jump on the road
A half-hour after I had gone to bed, Dad came into the cab. He closed the curtain, then undid his zipper. Again, hearing his zipper go down jolted me. Before he got into the bed, I turned to face the wall. I was wearing a tank top tonight, and if I was facing him, he may have been able to see down
I did not respond to his earlier comment. Instead, I focused on dinner. "Yes, please. Order my usual, please. I'll be down after I get dressed." Once he left my room, I felt between my legs again. I was not surprised that I was wet again. The tension of my body being continuously worked up with no
I stayed in my sweatpants and tank top until we got to the rest stop. No need to put clean clothes on a dirty body, I thought. During the day, we stopped for lunch and then dinner. Whenever I needed to leave the truck, I put my sweatshirt on. Dad and I talked all day. I had asked him why he stayed







