Unspoken Pleasure

Jean, his mother’s younger sister, arrived at the house bright and early on Saturday morning.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hi squirt,” she said. Rick didn’t resent the slam it was a nickname she had given him when he was born. At the time, she was six and thought the name was cute. They had always been closer than most nephews and aunts, with a typical little girl thought process she felt it was her duty to help take care of him. “Hi Jean,” his mother and he said in unison. “What’s up?” his mother added.

“Don’t you two remember, you promised to help me take some furniture out to the storage shed at Mom and Dad’s farm. Didn’t you have some too Terri?”

“Oh, I completely forgot, but it doesn’t matter for it’s all separated in the back bedroom.” She turned to her son. “Can you help Rick?”

“Yeah,” He said. “I’ve got nothing planned for the day. Tod’s out of town and Jeff is sick in bed, so there’s no one to hang out with.”

As husky as Rick was, it was still a lot of work to load the bed, chest and boxes from his aunts house and from his own into the pickup. Finally after two hours they were ready to go. Rick covered the load, because it looked like rain and even had to move a couple of the boxes inside the truck setting it on the seat next to Jean.

“You’re going to have to sit on Rick’s lap,” Jean said to Terri, “There won’t be enough room otherwise.”

“That will be alright, won’t it Rick?” his mother said.

“Well as long as you don’t weigh a ton, and take up the whole side of the truck,” he said laughing.

“I’ll have you know I weigh one hundred and five pounds, young man, and I’m only five foot three, not six foot three.” She was grinning when she said it, but there was a little bit of pride in her voice. At thirty-six, his mother had the body and looks of a high school senior. Although few high school girls had 36C boobs that were full, firm and had such prominent nipples, plus a number ten ass. Calling his attention to her body was not the best thing she could have done.

He settled himself in the seat and she climbed in and, placing her feet between his, she lowered herself to his lap. She was wearing a thin summer dress and he had seen only a bikini panty line and bra under it. He immediately felt the heat from her body flow into his crotch area. He turned his mind to the road ahead. Jean pulled away, and moments later they were on the country road to the farm, twenty miles away.

The road was under construction for more than five miles and the truck bounced with a steady rhythm as it rolled along the ridges left by the road grader.

Jean and his mother kept up a constant chatter about girl things, leaving Rick with his own thoughts. In time, he became aware of the rhythmic bouncing and the heat emanating from his mother’s ass as it pressed against his crotch. Suddenly, to his horror, his cock began responding to the movement. He felt the first stirrings of a hard on. He tried to think of other things, but the more he tried thinking of other things, the more he thought of his cock. Gradually, his dick became firmer and began to rise, until it was contained by the ass pressing down on it. This pressure only succeeded in causing it to become more rigid, until it was like a bar of steel. He could feel the crack between his mother’s legs, and finally, her pussy, as the rigid shaft forced itself against the spread cheeks of her ass.

There was no doubt she could feel the hard bar against her pussy, but she made no motion or comment that indicated she was aware of his predicament.

Terri at first ignored the hard rod pushing against her ass. Then without thinking, she adjusted herself slightly and the pressure switched directly to her pussy. In the beginning, she was irritated that her own son would get an erection from her sitting on his lap. But the more she thought about it, the funnier it became. What a waste of a good hard-on she thought; getting rigid for your mother. Terri almost laughed out loud. The bouncing of the seat, caused the hard member to slip back and forth along her lips. Then a sudden bump drove his cock head against her forcing her panties and thin dress between her lips for just a split second.

A minute later, thinking about the incident, Terri knew that technically, for that split second, her son’s cock had been in her pussy. True, it had just been the very tip and it had been covered by panties and dress, but was that any different then being covered by a condom? The thought was so erotic, that her pussy flooded with moisture. She had certainly never considered her son a sexual being, or partner. She was happily married, and although her husband had had a stroke three months earlier and the doctor had suggested no sex for a period of six months, she was not sexually frustrated. Her husband’s fingers and her vibrator had provided all the sex she required.

The bouncing cock rubbing against her pussy slowly demanded her full attention. She couldn’t help but squeeze her ass cheeks together, to try to close her exposure, but it had the opposite affect, it reminded her that an eighteen year old cock was thrusting itself against the lips of her wet pussy. Terri felt what she thought was an answering thrust from Rick’s prick to her movement. Why that little brat, she thought, he is coming on to me by flexing his cock against me. But instead of getting angry, she actually responded by again pushing against his rising rod. Minutes later, they whipped into the drive at the farm, and Terri breathed a sigh of relief. She had been dangerously close to starting something that could have ruined both their lives.

The road got a little rougher and the motion of the truck added a side to side sway to the jogging motion. Rick would have sworn the heat coming from her thighs and ass increased more and more. It couldn’t have been more like fucking if they had been in a bed. Just when he was about to blow his load all over, they turned into the farm drive and the truck rolled to a stop.

“There,” said Jean, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I thought it worked out perfect,” his mother said. She turned on his lap, grinding her ass against his hard cock, and slowly slid out of the truck to the ground, her dress sliding up until her panties were just peeking from underneath. “I don’t think Rick minded a bit. Did you honey?” She turned to him and winked.

He couldn’t believe what she had said.

“Ah, no, I agree with you, it was just perfect. The time just flew by,” he said.

“Great,” Jean said. “Why don’t we go in and see where Dad wants this stuff put.

“Rick,” his mom said, “why don’t you stay out here and, ah, maybe untie the covering, you know get things settled down.” Her eyes flicked to his crotch and returned to his face. He blushed, when he realized his hard-on was standing out tent like from the front of his shorts.

“Okay, I’ll . . . I’ll get things ready to carry in,” he stammered

She grinned and walked around the truck to join Jean on her way to the house.

Within twenty minutes, the load was in the house, and they were ready to start home. But as usual when they visited grandma, she insisted they take some home-canned fruit home with them, so they ended up with three large cardboard boxes. Just as they were loading them, it began to rain. Grandpa suggested we put the boxes in the truck to keep the cardboard from getting wet and falling apart, so again there were boxes taking up the middle of the truck seat and Terri had to ride on Rick’s lap again.