Novel & Cerita Backseat Mommy

The limo was waiting outside, long and black and sleek, and the driver was standing ready with the door already open. There was even a red carpet runner on the driveway, which felt excessive because it's just us here, in this secluded estate. Dad helped Mom in first, always the gentleman with his hand at her elbow, and he helped her slide in gracefully and then settled into the back seat. "Come on, kids!" The interior had front-facing back seats for the parents and rear-facing front seats for us. Dad gestured toward the rear-facing seats. "You two up front." I went first, being very careful with my dress, the slit and the heels.

**Robyn POV** I sat in the front of my mother’s car, with my knees jammed into the dash. The seat had been pulled all the way forward to make room for all of the boxes and suitcases we’d piled into the back seat. I balanced my backpack on my lap and chewed on my bottom lip as we pulled up in front of the big, luxurious house. “Well,” my mother said, gripping the steering wheel nervously. “Here we are.” She reached out and squeezed my hand. “This is going to be great, Robbi, you’ll see.”

The height of you? She replied, "Put me down and I'll show you." Placing her down, he extended his hand once again. It was only an inch or two over her head. He apologized to Pipsqueak. "You need a car seat because you are too big to ride in the car without one." Stamping her foot, she crossed her arms. She furiously remarked, "Mummy never made me sit in a car seat." Becky chimed in, "Mummy's car wasn't as big as this one." "Do you remember how the three of us could hardly fit inside?"

“I don’t get why I have to sit in the middle when I’ve done nothing wrong,” Rina complained as she buckled her seatbelt. “You’ve got the skinniest butt, Sis,” Ray stated. Mom glanced at us in the rearview mirror. “Kimi’s pregnant, so she gets shot-gun.” Kimi turned and stuck her tongue out. “All the more reason she should be squished. Her or your tattooed son,” Rina grumbled. “Don’t worry, my darling good child, your time will come,” Mom smirked.

“And because I need to teach my stepson how to use that beautiful cock. Come on. Now.” He pulls into the rest stop so fast the tires squeal. It is mostly empty — a few trucks at the far end, a minivan with a family heading into the building. We are parked in a corner, shaded by trees. Private enough. Beckett climbs into the backseat with me, his huge cock bobbing obscenely, the fat head shiny and angry. I grab him by the shirt and pull him on top of me, spreading my legs wide so my dripping cunt is open and ready, my inner thighs glistening with my juices.

“It’s nice to see you again.” “You, too,” I replied, shaking it, thankful no one said anything stupid about “too bad it’s under these circumstances.” Some baggage guys were loading our luggage into the back of the large SUV Jamie had apparently driven over to pick us up, and we all piled in. I sat in the very back with my mom, and we hadn’t gotten very far when she reached over and grabbed my hand. I didn’t know if this was for my benefit or her own, but I didn’t let go.

Because if we got just a little too close for their comfort, they would hunt us down, seeing us as rogues that threaten the safety of their pack. I close the picnic basket and go to help my mother up from her seat. I helped her to our car, a blue 2004 Toyota Yaris that was barely holding itself together. But it did the job that we needed it for. I helped my mother into the passenger seat, making sure the pillows were where it made her the most comfortable. Whilst also making her tall enough to see the road. She was a terrible back seat driver with even worse road rage. When we arrived in the forest, we parked our car under a tree near the edge.

"Mom, Mom, please be okay!" As they rushed to the hospital, the tension in the car was so high. Noah's eyes were fixed on the road ahead, his jaw clenched in concentration. Sophia sat beside him, her eyes darting between the road and Harriet's pale face in the backseat. Noah held his mother's hand, his eyes were filled with worry. The sirens blared as they sped through the streets, the ambulance lights flashed in the rearview mirror. This wasn't the way anyone thought their Saturday would go.

I told her I was too tired, but she promised to take one of my shifts whenever I wanted her to. To cut the story short, I'm currently driving with four kids in the back seat of my minivan to Stella’s grandmother’s house. “Mommy,” Salvador calls out from the back seat. “Yes, baby,” I try my best not to exceed the speed limit. “Why is a weird-looking van following us?” Salvador spoke and on instinct I turn to the car.

I also want to go back home to my family, but it will only bring me stress there, and my money might just go to waste because my parents are into gambling. Because of my extreme worry about my baby's health, I decided to secretly go to a private hospital. There, I had a check-up with an OB-GYN. While lying on the examination table and hearing the steady heartbeat of my child from the ultrasound machine, I couldn't help but cry. I clutched the edge of my clothes, thanking God that despite all the stress, sleepless nights, and grief I've experienced these past few weeks, the little life inside me remains strong.