Our faces were very close, and I could see over her shoulder. “Yeah. And mine were open a bit like this.” I showed her. “In the back seat, that wedged her legs in tightly against the door and the gear.”
“Not very ladylike,” she muttered.
I laughed. “We were just trying to survive at the beginning. I swear. It was almost like a game, really kind of fun, but nothing bad. One time she bounced all the way into the roll-bar, hitting her head. Another time she ended up with her legs sticking out the roof, and her shirt almost up to her armpits. But we just couldn’t stop laughing at the absurdity of it.”
“I don’t know what your father was thinking, driving like that. It was almost as bad up here,” she admitted.
“I barely got her sitting up and mostly dressed again, before she was dumped on the floor, and all I could see was legs and panties. After that I reached around her waist, like this, and hung onto her, so she wouldn’t get launched again. It helped a little, but when we hit that really big hole we were practically turned on our heads, and I grabbed her so she wouldn’t get hurt, and that’s when the trouble started.”
“Details, Rotten! Everything, understood? Don’t you dare leave anything out.” She was scary serious.
I nodded. “She got twisted sideways, kind of like this,” I adjusted Mom to the side a bit, “and when we settled down, I had my hand between her legs, and I was hanging onto her boob.”
I moved my hand down to her leg, placing it on the inside of her thigh, pressed against her shorts. She put her hand over mine and moved it down an inch or so. “Ok, I get it. We don’t need a repeat of everything. How’d your hand end up on her breast?”
“It was an accident. I swear. My arm was around her back.” Again, I moved my arm behind her, “and when she landed in my lap,” I pulled Mom back in place, trying to ignore the feeling of her soft cheeks pressed against me, “my hand just naturally grabbed on so I could hold her.”
I slid my hand around her, stopping just short of cupping her breast. I wasn’t ready to lose that hand yet. Even so, I could feel the soft swell of her tit against my wrist.
“And then?”
“She pulled my hand off her boob for a second; I’d been clutching it pretty tightly. Then when we were seated normally again, she put it back, laughing that it was a ‘boob day’, and told me to be gentler.”
“God. I knew it! She’s such a fuckin’ troublemaker.”
“I could have stopped, but it was just too hot. I’m sorry Mom. But Aunt Marie’s tits are pretty incredible.”
“Bigger isn’t always better, you know,” she told me.
Oops. Sore subject.
“I know. I mean, well, like yours. Yours are better. Firmer, not all saggy and bouncy, like hers.” Ok, I was skirting the truth a bit. Mom’s were nice, but Aunt Marie’s were amazing. My hand had been poised over her boob for a while now, and I carefully moved it closer, until I was barely cupping her.
“Hers don’t really sag much at all,” Mom admitted. “Not for ones that size. Only fake ones sit up much firmer than hers.” She reached over and pushed my hand off her breast, sliding it down a little. But she didn’t say anything. “What then?”
“All of the moving around in my lap, and my holding her boob was just a little too stimulating. I guess she could feel it, and she asked me if I needed to adjust myself down there.”
“So you were getting hard?”
“C’mon Mom! Of course I was. It’s purely physical. I mean, look, even now, when I’m nervous, and worried, I’m still getting hard. I can’t help it.” Of course the fact that my hand was almost in her crotch, and the other had crept back up and was touching the bottom of her breast didn’t hurt.
Mom turned her head toward me, and I leaned forward a little so she wouldn’t have to crane her neck so far. I lowered my face, blushing. I had just admitted that I was hard for Mom. “It’s Ok Jeremy. Don’t be nervous. You’re not in trouble. I just need to know.” I was surprised by her giggle. “I guess it’s inevitable that she’d notice when you got hard. Pretty difficult to miss. Are you Ok?”
“I… I’m a little uncomfortable. Would you mind?”
“Go ahead,” she said, lifting up off of me. “Show me what you did.”
“Nothing that bad, really,” I explained, while I straightened my cock. “It was kind of caught, and I just needed to straighten it out. She sat back against it, but it wasn’t anything overt, you know. Trying to get comfortable, that’s all.”
Mom settled back down, and her ass nestled against my cock. “Jesus, Jeremy! I can see how this might be a problem.” I think she realized what she was doing, and she pulled away a bit.
I put my hands on her hips. “The road was the biggest problem. We kept bouncing around so much, and I was trying to keep her from getting hurt.” I bounced my Mom on my hips a little, drawing her back against me, shoving my cock deeper between her cheeks. “I couldn’t help it. The bouncing just went on and on and on.” Fuck. Aunt Marie might have tits to die for, but Mom’s butt was ridiculous.
She reached back and patted my hand, “Easy, Tiger. That’s enough now.”
I held her close, my cock wedged deeply between her cheeks, but stopped the bouncing. I almost lost it when I felt her ass cheeks clench hard around my cock, squeezing. When she relaxed, I seemed to settle in even further and she did it again, her butt grabbing and holding me, while she wiggled her hips.
I was surprised as hell when she turned and chuckled. “Bet your aunt couldn’t do that.”
“Jesus, Mom. That was wild.”
She blushed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to get carried away.”
“What’s up with you two anyway? She kept talking about Dad, and how lucky you were. She said you won that one. And she kept comparing me to him.”