Mom in the car

Chapter 1 Renting a car

"Beep! Beep!" I hurriedly swallowed my breakfast and rushed out the door when I heard the horn. I saw my father jumped out of the cab. Today is Sunday. The whole family went out to the countryside to help my grandmother move.

My uncle just moved to a bigger house and planned to bring my grandmother to live in the city. My grandmother lives alone in the ancestral house in the countryside. There are not many things at home. It seems too wasteful to rent a big truck. In addition, the small road outside the village is not easy to walk. Dad can only borrow a small truck.

This small truck is terrible. The roar of the engine is particularly harsh. There are two rows of four seats in the cab. The leather of the seats has long fallen off and faded. In some places, the base is even exposed. The rearview mirror is long gone. Although the windows are intact, the car is dirty and messy. There are several old ropes piled in the trailer, which are messy and the car looks shabby.

"Look at the car you found! Not only is it old, but it's also so dirty inside. How can you load things?"

Mom complained to Dad while busy cleaning the car.

I hurried over to help her clean up, while Dad shuttled back and forth in the cab, constantly taking things out. He took out firecrackers, incense, meat, cigarettes, a few old sheets, a torn quilt, and some unused towels.

After running back and forth several times, Dad finally moved all these things into the car.

These things were specially asked by my grandmother to prepare for my mother. According to our local customs, when moving, we have to set off firecrackers, kill chickens to worship our ancestors, prepare a banquet for the elders in the clan, and give cigarettes to the villagers who help.

Sheets and quilts are used to wrap furniture and porcelain.

Originally, these items were planned to be placed in the trailer of the truck, but Mom thought the trailer was dirty, so she finally decided to pile them all into the cab.

After everything was cleaned and organized, everyone was ready to set off. Dad opened the back door, pointed to the empty seat behind the only remaining driver and said to me: "Qiangzi, the things are piled in the back, and there is only one empty seat. You sit here, and then let your mother sit on your lap. You are such a big boy, your mother will not be afraid of pressing you, right?"

"It's hard to say, my mother is not light, with my small body, I don't know how long I can hold on!" I glanced at my mother and joked.

"Boy! You dare to say that your mother is fat, is my figure not standard? I will punish you!"

Mom protested and slapped me, then turned around in place, trying to express her dissatisfaction as if to protest. As a result, she turned around and found that she was stained with dirt, and immediately said unhappily: "I have to go back to the house to change clothes." After that, she did not forget to turn back and glare at me.

Mom's figure is indeed very good. Among women in their thirties, few can maintain such a curvy figure like her. It can be called a devil figure.

At first glance, my mother looks a little chubby. She is only 150cm tall, but she has big breasts and a big butt. She is both petite and sexy. In fact, she is not fat at all. Her thin waist can be held in one hand. Her measurements are standard 33, 21, 33. Her bulging breasts are close to C cup. Her butt is round, full and perky. It’s just that her breasts and beautiful butt are too big, so she looks chubby, but she is very lethal.

My mother’s face is not outstanding, so she pays special attention to maintaining her figure. The S-shaped curve has always been her proudest asset. Every time she goes out, she pays the most attention to her clothes.

She always wears sexy and revealing clothes as if showing off, and today is no exception.

When my mother changed her clothes and came out, I was so excited that I almost had a nosebleed.

Mom changed into a tight black low-cut T-shirt, revealing her deep cleavage, and a brown floral miniskirt, which barely covered her round buttocks. She was not worried about exposing herself. Maybe it was because of the hot weather, so she didn't wear her favorite black stockings, but only a pair of crystal sandals barefoot.

Today's temperature is very high, and I also dressed very refreshingly: a black T-shirt with wide beach pants, both of which are thin, silk-like sports fabrics. Wearing a pair of loose boxer briefs inside, and flip-flops on her feet, the whole person looks relaxed and comfortable.

Last night I secretly read pornographic books and magazines, and I was in a state of rage. Suddenly seeing Mom's dress, my crotch immediately reacted, and I was so scared that I hurriedly jumped into the car and sat down, and I clamped my legs together and dared not move.

Mom then squeezed in, pinched my nose with a smile, turned around and sat on my legs, and supported my knees with her scallion-like fingers.

Dad started the car, turned lightly, and drove onto the highway. The roar of the engine echoed on the empty country road, and the car drove forward steadily.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and was just glad that my mother didn't notice some changes in my body, but I didn't know that this fragrant road had just begun.

Mom was particularly happy today. She sat on my legs and twisted around constantly, and raised her buttocks from time to time, whispering and laughing with Dad close to her face.

I was under her buttocks, nervous and sweating, with my hands on my sides, clamping my legs and not daring to move, feeling that the "penis" was still getting bigger.

There was absolutely no way to do this. Imagine a mature woman with a great figure, sitting on her legs in revealing clothes, her nose drilling into her seductive body fragrance, looking up to see her white and slender neck, and her knees below were still naked and pressed together. Who can resist?

Add to that my mother's seductive red lips and breathtaking breasts, her plump and elastic buttocks twisting against her thighs, and occasionally you can see her panties when she lifts them up. They are black, hollow, translucent, and have lace edges. If you get close, you can count the folds on the lace. Who can bear this eye-popping temptation?

I kept telling myself not to let my imagination run wild, but my penis was shamelessly hard, stretched there, and could jump out at any time. I could only clamp it tightly and not dare to relax for a second.

I endured it motionlessly, and only when my mother raised her buttocks to talk to my father, did I relax my sore and numb legs, and the "penis" would take the opportunity to jump out and set up a tent, which scared me to quickly press it back and clamp it tightly.

My mother still didn't notice it at all, and she was still talking and laughing with my father, continuing to stimulate me unconsciously.

I really couldn't hold on!

Trouble came soon.

Dad whispered a joke in my ear, and Mom laughed so hard that she fell back. At this moment, my numb legs loosened, and my penis scurried out like a venomous snake, just under her buttocks.

It was terrible!

Mom obviously felt it, and strangely reached out to touch it, and suddenly realized that it was my penis, and she retracted her hand.

Mom's laughter stopped abruptly, and she was about to jump up in embarrassment.

The sudden silence made the atmosphere very strange. Dad looked back strangely, and happened to meet Mom's eyes. Mom hesitated and sat still.

Chapter 2 Hot Friction

The silence in the car continued, and no one of us spoke. Mom suddenly moved her butt quietly and moved my "penis" between her legs. If she escaped now, it would make everyone more embarrassed, but she didn't want to continue to be hit by my "penis", so she had to compromise like this.

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