0 comments/ 94962 views/ 5 favorites Summer of Freedom Ch. 2 By: ohmama I cleaned myself off and put moms stocking in the sink under the two that she had just placed there. It was silly to try to hide all of the cum that was now coating it but I did my best. I put my T-shirt back on, grabbed a towel from the line to wrap around myself and headed up the stairs. When I got to the kitchen at the top of the stairs mom was fixing dinner. I walked quickly by, I was nervous and embarrassed. Seems that once I shot my load of cum I was no longer brave in front of mom. I still seemed surreal that a few minutes earlier mom was just sitting there watching me jerk off. I did not make eye contact and headed straight for my room. By the time I got to my room I was already hard again. I cannot explain why, but there seemed to be some sort of sexual electricity running through me. Never had I been so turned on or cum so hard before. I took off the towel and admired my cock in the mirror above my dresser. It now stood straight out and began to gently throb. (Thanks in part to an occasional squeeze from me). I decided to jerk off one more time before dinner. I admired my body in the mirror. I was thin for my age. My best feature was probably my legs. They were very strong even though I was only 5’9 in height. I loved the way that my cock looked in the mirror. As I began to stroke myself and watched in the mirror, I imagined that I was watching someone else’s hand stroke me. I got turned on as I watched “the hand in the mirror” stroke my cock from the base to just under the swollen head, followed by a squeeze or two. I then rhythmically reached down and squeezed my thigh … and then my balls … before returning to my cock to repeat the process again. As I watched in the mirror the butterflies returned to my stomach as I kept flashing back to the look on moms face, and her legs, as I was now seeing the same thing that she had been watching earlier. My cock looked huge standing at attention like that. I had developed early and I had the cock of a man even many years before now. I watched the fantasy hand continue it’s stroking and caressing in the mirror and I became even harder. In my mind I kept flashing to the look on moms face, and to the time Mr. Stevens, the school janitor had done the stroking. For some reason I always thought about that whenever I was highly excited. Just when it was getting really good there was a knock on my door. It was Dad on his way to the bathroom, announcing that dinner was ready. My stomach sank. Dad! Oh my God. What if mom told him? What would I do or say. The butterflies immediately turned into a pit in my stomach. I stammered some answer and then threw on some clothes and went out to dinner. I got to the table and sat down before dad had returned from the bathroom. Mom was placing food on the table and I was too embarrassed about what had happened earlier to look her directly in the eye. I did glance up and the look on her face and I could tell that she was not upset. I still felt very funny as I kept having memory flashes of what had happened between us only a short while before. Dad took his place at the table and the normal dinnertime banter began. He was a rough and gruff man. I sometimes felt like I wasn’t even related to him. He was a trucker. He was a ballroom brawler. A real man’s man. I on the other hand loved to play with my mother’s stockings and undergarments! If he only knew. He and I were never very close. Probably because I was always getting into trouble at school. Or maybe it was because of the hours he worked. I only saw him at dinnertime. And once each month he was “over the road” for the entire week. Whatever. We never seemed to talk about anything meaningful. I could tell that mom hadn’t mentioned anything to him. I could only pray that she wouldn’t! I almost choked on my food when mom casually said “thanks for helping me with the wash earlier.” I thought I would die! I finished my food and took off to my room as soon as I could. Although I usually sat and watched TV with mom during the evening tonight I just stayed in my room. About 10:00 there was a knock at my door and mom came in and asked if she could talk with me. She said she could tell that I wasn’t myself and that it wasn’t necessary. Mom explained that what I was doing was very natural for a young man of my age. I said, “I can’t believe that I did that. I feel really embarrassed.” She comforted me and said that there was no need for me to feel that way. Mom told me that as she has worked in a library for almost 20 years, that she has read about almost everything that could happen sexually between two people. Besides “that was a very interesting break for an otherwise very boring day” As she said those words I felt a butterfly twitter! “Just be sure not to be naked anywhere except your room whenever your father is around” After Mom promised not to tell Dad what had happened I was able to relax around her. I spent the evening watching a few shows on TV with her and everything seemed perfectly normal. The next few weeks were pretty normal and uneventful. There was no mention again about what happened. Other than mom catching me stealing an occasional glance at her stocking clad legs, nothing new happened. I was grateful for this because in a few days we were going to be taking the trip to Aunt Joanne’s for the wedding. I wanted everything to be nice for mom! Summer of Freedom Ch. 3 The day finally arrived. The long awaited trip to Pittsburgh and my cousin JoBeth’s wedding. Mom got me up at 6:30 so we could have breakfast with Dad before he left for work. It was the last time we would see him for a week. I decided to wait till after breakfast to take my shower so after brushing my teeth I threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and headed out to the kitchen. Dad was already sitting at the table and Mom was at the stove fixing some eggs and bacon. I took a seat next to Dad at the table and we began our usual nonsensical banter. Sometimes I thought that I was probably born down the street to another family and they had given me to my parents to raise me. There was no connection between us. Almost like we were from different planets. Dad was lecturing me about staying out of trouble while at my cousins and reminding me of the last trip where me and my “bad” cousin Joe got in trouble for smoking. If I weren’t sure he would kick my ass I would have smacked him! Mom came over to the table and I noticed that she was still wearing her robe. It was a grey flowered robe that came to just below the knee. Sine my favorite pastime of late was sneaking looks at Mom I snuck a peek as she bent slightly to set the food on the table. Nothing! I was hoping to catch a glimpse of her tiny titties as she leaned down. She had the robe tied tights around her waist. She did have a sexy chest though! I loved how the exposed area above the “V” of her robe looked. She had extra nice skin or something. It was very taunt being that she was so small and thin. It looked so soft! I especially loved how her collarbone looked, and the texture of her skin going up her neck. I often imagined kissing her there. When I was really feeling horny and nasty I imagined jerking off and shooting my jizz right there on her neck. That thought had brought me to orgasm on more than one occasion! For being in her late forties she sure did look good. Her stomach was still flat and her waist was tiny. She had these wide hips that made me horny every time I noticed her in something tight fitting. As she walked back to the counter I watched and noticed how the robe fitted her extra tight in the “back.” Are you listening to me? He grumbles more than spoke. He admonished me to take good care of mom and again to stay out of trouble as he got up and headed to work. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he only gave Mom a half-assed kiss on the cheek and went out the door. I was actually glad to see him go. Mom turned back to the stove to get the rest of the bacon and as she returned to the table my eyes almost fell out of my head! For some reason she no longer had her robe tied. It was wide open and all that she had on underneath was a sheer, knee high nightgown that was fairly transparent. My eyes bulged, my mouth fell open, I quickly looked her up and down and then I looked up into her eyes. She was looking right at me. Embarrassed, I averted my eyes down to my plate of food. I noticed when I looked at her that she did not seem to mind that I had just been looking her body up and down. She sat next to me at the table and chatted casually as if unaware that her son was just lusting after her. I should probably explain. Other than an occasional accidental glance of stocking clad thigh, or maybe bra and panties once when I was a little kid, I had never seen my mother in anything revealing. As I said before, she was VERY conservative. She always wore librarian clothes to work. Not that those cloths are not sexy looking! To this day I get the hots for any woman who wears her blouse buttoned up to her neck and her skirt just below the knee. There is something just so hot about that. In the next moment I realized that I was about to have the best summer of my life. As we sat together at the table I could not help myself from looking her over. She sat there chatting away as though everything that was happening had happened a thousand times before. The more she chatted away, the more I looked. We had one of those “modern” kitchen sets and man was I glad. The tabletop was made of glass. I could see her from head to toe. Within a minute of stealing looks at her I was hard as a rock. Unfortunately for the moment I had only thrown on shorts and not underwear, so my cock was tenting out in a big way. I had to pull my tee shirt down to try to cover up - as best as I could. Mom was sitting there with her robe wide open. Her body was hot. Most guys my age liked girls with big boobs but I was far more attracted to girls on the “smaller” side. (I wonder now how much my sexual urges towards mom had to do with that). She was sitting with her legs crossed and her nightie was about four inches above her knee. But that didn’t matter. The material was thin and it just clung to her. I could see her body perfectly under the material. She started to “bob” her leg up and down as she talked about the trip and I almost came right there, just from looking! And her tits! I could see them perfectly through the material of her nightie. If I wasn’t so hard I would have bolted for my room because on my own there was just no way that I could stop from looking. She was superb. Although I had always know she was practically flat-chested, what I did not know was that her nipples were huge. And right now they were hard as rocks. The nipple itself stuck straight out over an inch! Better than that was the area around the nipple. It was puffed. It looked like her small tits were mostly nipples! Although my Mom was blessed with fantastic legs, her best feature as I saw it right at the moment was her sweet breasts. Milk. Huh? Milk, I said “will you get me another glass of milk”. Everything went dark. I was instantly panicked. There was no way I could get up from the table without her seeing my raging hard on. I was in a jam and I couldn’t think of what to say. Just then she crossed her legs the other way. Her nightie rode up a few more inches and I got even harder than I already was, if that were possible. I was trapped. I decided to play it cool and try to walk sideways to the refrigerator and back. Of course it didn’t work very well. When I got back to the table with the milk I came to her side and as she was reaching for the milk I heard her say “oh my”! I had been looking away, as though that would hide me better, but it apparently had not worked. She touched my hand and said, “it looks like you’re having a bit of a difficulty there.” As I looked at her I followed her gaze down to my fully extended cock that had my shorts bulging out like there were two cocks in there. I started to stammer and stutter and got all nervous and she touched my hand again. As she sort of giggled she told me to sit down. I took my place at the table and sort of looked at her out of the corner of my eye. She had uncrossed her legs and turned her chair to face me. Now her hot legs and the cause of my hard cock were out from under the table and in total plain view. I was doomed. She asked me what was going on to get me so aroused. I muttered the cry of the trapped “I dun know.” As she began explaining to me that I shouldn’t be so embarrassed she reached out and touched my arm as if to comfort me. What she didn’t realize was that as she leaned slightly forward I could see just a little down the top of her nightie and could even see part of her nipple. There was no hope for me now. She told me that she was my mom and that she understood the urges of a teenage boy. She said I was lucky because some moms are uptight about sexuality but she understood perfectly. She said that she actually wanted to thank me for the other day in the laundry room because I had reminded her of something that she had long forgotten. I asked her what she meant but she just said that when I was a bit older I would understand. As hard as I tried I could not help but steal peeks at her. Here she was trying to comfort me and I felt like a total pervert for trying to steal a look down the top of her nightie. And her legs, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. “What is it that has you so aroused during breakfast”? She asked. “It’s O.K., you can tell me. It’s just the two of us here”. “No one will know’. As I was trying to stammer out some sort of answer, but really just mumbling … she caught me eyes on her legs. She looked down at her own legs and then again into my eyes and I immediately turned bright red. “Are you looking at my body”? She asked. The red went to crimson. … I was caught. I thought all hell was going to break loose but instead she smiled and sort of laughed and then asked me “Is looking at your old Moms body making you hard like that? Oh God. If it were possible to disappear I would have done so right on the spot. I looked down (but still couldn’t help stealing one more sideways glance at her legs. Her nightie was now mid thigh and her legs looked perfect. I loved to see them when she had them crossed but right now as she sat there with her legs slightly parted at the knee she looked better than I had ever seen her before.) She squeezed my arm and asked the question again but went right on talking without waiting for my answer. “Of course if you are aroused by me that’s O.K”. “I am a woman and you are a healthy young man, and of course we do love each other but you have had girlfriends, and, … and, … all the girls at school are so young and pretty … I am sure you would rather look at them than at me”. I sat there in silence and with my hands in my lap. I was trying to hide my cock from her view but in truth I was getting even harder from the friction of having my hands touch my cock through the thin material of my shorts. By this point I was so turned on that it seemed to be alive and it was throbbing and pushing back against the side of my hand. She looked me in the eye and asked a third time. “Are you excited like that from looking at me”? I knew I had to answer her. “But Mom, I said, you are just as pretty as any of the girls in my school.” She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. Like she was trying to figure something out. She looked at me and then she looked down at her own legs. I followed her gaze and it seemed like I was drinking in the sexuality of her skin. She looked back up and then she smiled. Then she looked at my lap and realized that I was trying to cover myself. She smiled again and then reached out and took hold of me hand. “There is no need to go to all of that trouble”. “Especially after what happened down in the laundry room the other day.” “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before”. As she spoke she pulled my hands back so that my erection was in full view, straining against the fabric of my shorts. “Oh, dear, you are certainly going to make some young thing very happy with that!” she said as she allowed her eyes to freely take in the bulge in my shorts. “Actually, I am quite honored that you would look at me that way”. “I thought the time had passed long a long time ago when a handsome young man like you would be interested in looking at my body”. “The girls these days are so pretty, and they walk around half naked all of the time.” “Did I really make you get that hard”? Hearing her say those words to me felt like having sex! I was so turned on I almost just started jerking myself off right then and there. Mom, you’re very pretty. I didn’t mean to … I tried not to look … but …. It was obvious to both of us that I was no wordsmith. As I tried to explain I noticed that she had crossed her legs again and in so doing she let her nightie ride up another inch or so up her thigh. I was looking and imagining touching her there and I guess I got lost in my thoughts because I didn’t hear her say my name until she repeated it the second time. “Michael, what part of my body do you like to look at? Do you like looking at my legs? All I could answer was “I don’t know”… I felt pretty ackward and I was acting pretty lame. Mom stood up and took her robe completely off. For the first time I was realized that her nightie was see through enough that I could see her panties. As she turned to throw her robe over the other kitchen chair the light from the window behind her made it possible for me to completely see her tits. I reached down and gave my cock a squeeze. I couldn’t help it. Mom sat back down and leaning back in the chair, she stretched her legs out towards me and crossed her feet at the ankles. “You must know if you like to look at them or not” she said as she raised the hem of the nightie till it rested at her panty line. “Well” “Do you or don’t you? She asked.” I just stared at her legs. This was the first time that I had ever seen her thighs completely exposed. My eyes wandered from her knees to the top of her thighs, and back, over and over again. Every once in a while I would look up at her breasts but mostly I just sat there staring at her firm, milky white thighs. God she was so hot! I think I was occasionally giving myself a squeeze but I am not sure. “Honey”, she began, If you enjoy looking at me I do not have a problem with that as long as it stays personal, you know - between you and me only. Do you understand? I nodded my approval. I am really quite flattered that you would think I am pretty, and I am your mother after all. I suppose it is better that you are looking at me if you want to, than some dirty magazine … or worse. I really don’t mind. I enjoyed seeing you in the laundry room the other day as well. Do you do that very often? She asked. “What”? I couldn’t talk freely. Christ, at this point I could hardly breath! Stroke yourself. You know … make yourself cum. How often do you do that? I answered the only three words that I still remembered. I - don’t - know. “Well” she started. Do you do it every day? I looked up into her eyes and nodded yes, then let my eyes slowly move back down her body. I lingered on her breasts, and then looked down at her thighs. It seemed as though my eyes were actually making contact with her skin! I rubbed my cock a few times right out in the open. I didn’t even try to hide the fact at this point. Well sweetheart I just might let myself wear more comfortable things around the house when your Father is not at home if that is what you want? As she spoke, she uncrossed her ankles and keeping one leg straight she bent the other at the knee and planted her foot firmly on the floor. This gave me a clear view all the way up her legs, and I saw her panties for the first time. She lifted the nightie up in the air fully exposing her panties for a second as she let it settle down about mid-thigh. Do you want me to? She asked again. Oh yes Mom.! I think that would be great. I think you are very pretty and sexy and I would love to look at you every chance I get. As I spoke I was looking from her tits to her face and then to her legs, and I was openly stroking my cock. All pretense was lost. O.K. then it’s settled. As long as this stay’s between us, and as long as you promise to let me know if you are ever uncomfortable with anything than I guess it would be O.K. for me to be just a little less modest around the house when we’re home alone. As for you, I want you to feel comfortable being nude around me if that is what you want to do. A woman my age doesn’t get much chance to enjoy a strong young body like yours very often. If you wan to be around the house nude, or if you get the urge to release the pressure down there, I don’t want you to fell as though you have to go and hide yourself away to do it. Besides it is a very natural and beautiful thing. Agreed? Mom? I asked. “Yes Sweetheart” was her answer as she reached out and touched my arm. Would it be all right if I released the pressure right now? She smiled and sort of giggled, and said “I think you better wait till later.” We need to get packed and on the road. Besides, since your uncle Paul and Aunt Peggy are staying at Joanne’s with their kids I told her to get a motel room for us for the week. I’m sure that it would be pretty hard to avoid seeing each other in such closed quarters for a whole week”. She pointed to my cock and said “why don’t you take care of that while in the shower while I clean up here and we’ll get on the road? I headed into the bathroom and was grateful that I had agreed to take the trip with Mom. I was glad that she didn’t get mad at me because I wanted everything to be nice for mom! Next: The Trip begins! * * * * * Thank you for your comments. I am glad to hear that many of you like the story. I am interested in email correspondence with a special “Mom.” I especially like older ladies and a “strict” Mom would be great. Please email me. I would also be willing to hear from select “strict” Dads. Summer of Freedom Ch. 4 Chapter 4: The Trip Begins The car was finally packed and we headed for the highway. Everything seemed perfect. The sun was shining. The sky was nearly cloudless and mom was looking radiant. She insisted on driving and that left me with about six hours to sit and take in the scenery. And I don’t mean just mean the countryside! It was summer and we were both dressed appropriately. I had thrown on a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt and I sat there in my socks as I had kicked off my sneakers for the ride. Mom was dressed in a blue sundress that was thin material and showed off her shape nicely. It had a belt around the waist that pulled the material tight against her body. Even though it was just an inch above her knee, I was still enjoying how nice her lower legs and calves looked. She wore flat type sandals that had a strap around the ankle. I spent most of the first hour of the ride looking from out the window to over at her ankles. I loved the way the skin on the side of her ankle looked. The lines in her skin, and the way it crinkled as she moved her foot. As I think back now, I am amazed at how horny and turned on I was at that age. We chatted about everything from my part-time job prospects, to school, to the weather. Everything but what I really wanted to talk about until she brought up the subject. “Are you comfortable with our little discussion we had this morning”? Oh yes! I didn’t mean to be so enthusiastic but it just blurted out that way. Mom just smiled. I once again had managed to embarrass myself. “I was wondering” I started … “Do you think it would be ok if I relieved the pressure while we are driving? I braced myself for her answer. I wasn’t expecting it, but she just sort of burst out laughing. “My goodness darlin, are you thinking about that every minute of the day”? And my embarrassment doubled. Of course I gave her the standard “I duno know.” She looked over and realized that I was feeling a little uneasy and she abruptly changed her tone. I also noticed that she was glancing down at my thighs! My gym shorts were small and they only covered the very top of my thighs. Even though I wasn’t that tall I had strong muscular legs and after she glanced down I shifted and parted my legs a bit. The bottom of my shorts rose a bit higher and I felt my favorite feeling as my cock began to stir… Honey, (she sounded all-serious now) Do you know what the word discrete means? We can’t do anything like that in the car! People driving by will see. I could get into trouble if anyone saw. Besides, you do need to remember that I am your mother. It’s not like we have agreed to be lovers or anything like that. She could see my obvious disappointment. “But I thought”… I didn’t finish the sentence. It all seemed like a dream at this point. A few minutes later Mom pulled into a rest stop. Before I could get out Mom leaned over and took hold of my arm. As I turned towards her she gave me that famous “Mom” smile. She could be so reassuring. “Don’t be sad sweetie.” Everything will be fine. Look, you seem to enjoy looking at me and I definitely think that you will make some young girl very happy with that body of yours … but … all I’m saying is that I don’t want things to change between us. I am your Mom. Eventually you will fall in love with some young girl and forget all about this. She could tell I wasn’t convinced. I was sitting there with my best ever scowl. “Sweetie”? I had no defense against her when she was being sweet like this. “Come-on” She had this way of singing what she was saying. “Well.” She pressed. “I was just thinking …” “What is it” Well, I just wish your skirt was a bit shorter. She let out a big laugh and pulled me closer for a hug. The side of my face was pressed against her cheek and my lips were touching that spot on her neck. I started to get hard all over again. “Come-on.” She said. Lets use the facilities so we can get back on the road! Thank you for your comments. I am glad to hear that many of you like the story. * * * * * I am interested in email correspondence with a special “Mom.” I especially like older ladies and a “strict” Mom would be great. Please email me. Summer of Freedom Ch. 5 As I stood at the urinal in the rest stop I was equally frustrated and mad. I had thought that I would be able to play with myself all the way to Pittsburgh! I really felt a big let down. Part of me just wanted to forget the whole thing, but then the horny side took over and I again began to scheme on how I could get to stroke my hard cock while Mom watched. Or maybe even more... After I finished peeing I just stood there giving my cock a rhythmic squeeze. I would squeeze it for a second, then wait a second, and then repeat the process over again. Followed by an occasional stroke. I saw something out of the corner of my eye and when I looked over I realized that there was a man standing a few urinals down and he was watching me! When I looked over he stepped back a half step and turned slightly to reveal his own engorged cock. "Good Morning" he said. I immediately looked away and stepped in a bit closer to my own urinal to try to hide my hard on from his gaze. I could not however, resist looking back. He was an older guy. Probably in his early sixties. He was thin and wiry looking. Like he used to work construction or something. And his cock was huge. I do not mean that lightly. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen. Bigger than the one's I saw in the magazines. As my gaze drifted down to what he had in his hand he stepped back even further and began to stroke it furiously. My mouth fell open. Just then another man came in and the guy shifted back so that the urinal shielded his hard-on. I took that opportunity to step into one of the stalls and waited there a few minutes for my own hard cock to settle down a bit. I didn't want to come out of the men's room with my cock tenting my shorts out! When I became only semi-hard I pulled my underwear to the side so that my cock and balls were free from them (underwear was so confining) and then I put my cock up so that it was held in place by the elastic band of my shorts. This way, when I pulled down my T-shirt it was hard to tell that my cock was hard at all. I opened the stall door and as I rushed out of the bathroom I saw that the older guy had already left the men's room. When I got back to the car Mom was already sitting behind the drivers wheel waiting for me. I also noticed that the "guy" was sitting in his car a few parking places away from us with a woman who was probably his wife. I looked over and saw that they were both looking my way. He was pointing and saying something and she was looking right at me with a smile on her face. I cowered into the car. The way she was looking at me made me feel a funny feeling in my stomach. I wished for a second that Mom wasn't there so that I could see where this would go. But that wasn't in the cards. Then I noticed something else. Mom's skirt was no longer just above her knee. It was at least four or five inches higher. I could see her thighs. Heaven! As I got in I was looking at her legs from calf to thigh, and then I looked up into her eyes. She obviously noticed my lust filled eyes and beaming smile as I took in the beauty of her slim legs. She was smiling back at me as she reached out and cupped my chin in her hand. "You are so sweet, you know how to make a girl feel good about herself!" "Mom, you have the prettiest legs that I have ever seen." I said with great enthusiasm. "Well I hope you enjoy the view." She replied with a laugh as she backed the car out. Now lets get going. As we headed down the road Mom continued with the usual travel banter. I thought about telling Mom what I had seen in the men's room just to get the subject onto sex, and to see what her reaction would be. But I just couldn't get myself to bring up the subject. I guess I was scared that she would ask me to describe what his cock looked like, or worse yet, how it made me feel to see it all hard like that! I was watching her legs as much as I could without being absolutely obvious. I noticed that within minutes of being on the road, she was "scratching" her thigh and this caused the hem of her skirt to rid up her right leg another inch or two. They looked so good. I kept trying to think of any excuse that I could use for touching them. But to no avail. They looked so sexy. She always wore skirts to the knee, even on the rare gardening day she wore shorts that were that long. This was a rare treat indeed. Although she did not have much of a tan I could make out a slight tan line just above her knee. I could not get over how beautiful and sexy it looked the way her legs went from tan a few inches above the knee to pure milky white thighs just above that. It was a good thing that my cock was being held in place by the elastic band of my shorts. Once again I was as hard as a rock. When I finally accepted that the excuse of putting my head on her lap to take a nap would sound too hokey (might work at night though) I decided to try and see if I could have some fun another way. "I'm feeling really tired" "Do you mind If I take a little nap?" I asked. "Not at all honey" she said, "You kids usually sleep all the way to Pittsburgh whenever we make this trip." "There's a pillow in the back seat you can use." As I turned and reached over the backseat for the pillow I used the opportunity to free my hard cock from its elastic jail. It felt so good to touch it. I then positioned the pillow in the front seat so that my head was resting against the door. I pulled down my baseball cap so that my eyes were shielded from the sun and from Mother's field of view. I kept my hands in my lap so that my condition was also hidden from view. I had a perfect view of her legs but she could no longer see me looking! I noticed as she drove that she allowed her legs to part. She was sitting there at the steering wheel basically with her legs spread. As she became more relaxed, her legs would part a little more. The sight of the hem of her skirt stretched tight between her parted thighs was almost too much for me. Just the sight of her inner thigh had me almost ready to cream! After about a half-hour of pretending that I was asleep (and enjoying the leg show that mom didn't know she was giving me) I was as aroused as I had ever been. I decided to "spring" my trap. It was no accident that I had decided to wear my gym shorts that morning. First of all they are very short. They are also baggy, and they have a small slit up the side of each leg. I shifted myself so that I could peek from under my ball cap at Mom's face, without her being able to tell that I was looking at her. I also spread and stretched both of my legs, and moved my hands away from my lap to my sides. That did it. My hard-on took it from there. Because I had already pulled my underwear to the side and my cock and balls were free from their confines under the skimpy gym shorts, I got the exact effect I was hoping for. My cock was at full erection. It was pulled to the left and it had lifted the leg of my shorts up from my thigh about five inches. As I glanced down I realized that my cock was perfectly outlined by the silk material of the shorts. Better yet, as I was sitting at an angle to her, I knew that Mom could easily see the underside of my cock, all the way up my thigh and even the patch of my pubic hair at the base of my cock.. Everything was completely exposed to her glancing view. It took a few minutes for her to notice, but eventually she did! "Oh my" she said in an almost whisper. I watched her look. The look of surprise soon turned to a more serious, lustful look. She was trying hard to look. It seemed that she couldn't watch the road for more than a few seconds before looking back to steal another look at her own son's cock. I noticed that she kept glancing up to my face to see if I was still sleeping. It started to seem to me that maybe Mom has as horny as I was. "Jesus." Was the next whispered comment. "Michael, are you awake?" she asked, but in a much lower voice than normal. "Michael?" Of course I did not answer. I was enjoying this too much. I made sleeping noises and grumbled a bit and as I did so I shifted my position so that my nakedness under the shorts was even more obvious. As I looked down at my own cock I saw that it was now so hard it was throbbing and that caused it to bob up and down every few moments under the material of the shorts. The move had caused my shorts to ride up a bit and the tip of my cock was now exposed right at the edge of the leg of my shorts. When she made the next remark under her breath I almost shot my load of cum right then and there. "Holy Fuck" she whispered, as I watched her strain her neck to see as much of my cock as possible before reverting her eyes back to the road. My Mom saying the word "fuck"??? Oh mama! I felt my cock twitch. I almost jumped up and stuck my hand under her skirt to get a good feel of her pussy. But I just sat there pretended to sleep. My cock was now so hard I thought that I might actually be able to cum without even touching it. She kept up her vigil. Glancing from the road to her son's crotch and then back to the road again. Every once in a while she would whisper my name. I was impressed with my own acting ability. I almost felt as though I was asleep. I noticed that Mom had rested her right hand on her thigh but her fingers were hidden from my view. I suspected she might be touching herself under her skirt, but I could not be sure. Every once in a while she rubbed her hand down the length of her thigh and then always brought it back to rest at the top of her thigh. I kept shifting in my seat, trying to give her the best possible view. "Michael" "honey, you still sleeping?" She asked. Still a whisper but this time a bit louder than before. It seemed to me that her voice had also taken on a more sexy tone. "Michael?" (No response from me). Just plenty of throbbing and bobbing from my extremely strained 7-½ inch cock. She whispered "Christ," just before I felt her hand touch my thigh! She gave me a squeeze and light shake right at the very top of my thigh. Then she immediately took her hand away. Because my hard cock was lifting my shorts into the air she actually was touching me under my shorts. An electric shock shot up my leg, re-grouped in a swirl in the pit of my stomach, and then continued up my spine to my brain where it delivered the most delicious feeling I had ever felt. I wanted so badly to cum. I felt as though I needed to cum. I shifted again, I was trying to cause my cock to free itself from under the material of my shorts, but I managed only to free the head. I looked down and there in plain view of my mother was the engorged head of my cock. There was a lot of pre-cum built up. The head was purple like it gets just before I cum. Her hand returned to the same place as before but this time lingered a moment longer than the last time before she removed it. "Sweetheart?" She asked. I sat there motionless. I was breathing heavy and I pretended to snore just slightly enough for her to think I was in deep sleep. Mom's hand returned to my upper thigh. This time she left it there, motionless. Because my cock was hard and sticking up in the air, held down only be my shorts, her hand was actually directly under my cock. She left it there for a moment, and then she slowly stroked the inside of my upper thigh. Her hand would move a bit and then stop before moving on. I had never had anyone tough me so lightly. I was in heaven. She seemed to like the area where my thigh meets my pubic mound. She kept her hand there for a few minutes before removing it completely. I was so hot. I pretended to "dry hump" in my sleep. I was rhythmically and very slightly humping into the air. My humping kept pace with my breathing, and with Mom's ever-frequent glances at her son's crotch. This was working out better than I had hoped. When Mom's hand returned, she did something different. Instead of putting it on my thigh as before, she gently touched the top of my shorts and gave my cock an ever so slight squeeze. She immediately took her hand away. I let out a slight moan and humped the air, as if to catch whatever it was that just touched my cock. She waited a few moments and then reached back and squeezed my cock twice more. Each was a very slight but firm squeeze. She seemed to be gauging how firm it actually was, and trying not to wake me. I am certain she was not disappointed. The last squeeze caused a gob of pre-cum to shoot from my cock. It was actually like a first shot of cum. There was quite a bit and it landed on my thigh. She sort of sighed and I heard her whisper under her breath "fuck." Several minutes passed before her hand returned. As I peaked out from under the visor of my ball cap I could see that she was not focused just on the road. She frequently was looking at my cock. I was sitting so that not only could she look at the exposed head, but she had a good look at the base of my cock and my pubic mound. I could tell by the look on her face that it was getting to her. Her hand returned to my upper thigh but almost immediately moved up and over to rest on my pubic hairs. She very slightly moved her fingers through my hair and then gave the base of my cock a slight but firm squeeze. She removed her hand and place it on my thigh ... right on the gob of my cum that had dropped there! I though I would die. I felt her lightly rubbing the cum into my thigh as she moved her hand up, once again taking the opportunity to give the base of my cock a slight squeeze. As she removed her hand I saw her take a look at the cum that remained on her fingertips, and then as I watched she rubbed it off into her own thigh!!! Oh, that was so HOT! I toyed with the idea of pretending to wake up and see what would happen, but as I was planning how to do it just right, I felt the car pull off the highway and eventually come to a stop. Mom shut the car off and turned towards me. As I peeked out at her beautiful face and body I couldn't help but realize that she would probably kill me if she knew that I was awake the whole time. We sat there for a few minutes. Her thighs were now completely exposed. I noticed also that her nipples were nice and hard, and poked out obviously through her tiny bra and the material of her dress. For her part, Mom just sat there looking my body over. She rolled down her window and lit a cigarette. As she looked over at me I felt the back of her hand brush over the entire length of my cock, then she took the leg of my shorts and pulled them down to cover up the exposed head of my cock. When she finished her smoke she turned to me and placing one hand on my right thigh and the other on my side she began to gently shake me and call my name to wake me up. I made her do that for a few minutes before I stirred. Besides, even though it was only my side and my thigh, her touch still felt really good. The smell of her perfume as she drew near added to my excitement. "Honey ...honey ...wake up" She said as I began to stir. "Are we there?" I asked as I began to look around. I noticed that we were in a highway rest area and that Mom had parked in a secluded area all the way at the end, away from all of the other cars. I also noticed that once I opened my eyes, Mom had become a bit more modest, as she "fixed" herself, pulling her skirt down a bit and pressing her knees together in her usual ladylike demeanor. Other than that, the only other real obvious thing was that my cock had created a very large tent in the front of my shorts and that the tent was bobbing up and down as my cock throbbed! "No darlin." "We are not there yet." "But we are only about fifteen minutes away." "I noticed you are having a little problem down there." She said as she gestured towards my throbbing cock. "I thought I had better give you a chance to take care of yourself before we arrive. I wouldn't want you to be embarrassed in front of all of your relatives." She matter-of-factly stated. I looked at her and then I followed her gaze down to my hard-on. I must say it looked impressive. My upper thighs were completely exposed by the shorts, and my entire cock was clearly outlined through the material. There was a wet spot about the size of a dime right at the head, where she had pulled the material down to cover my cock. Still pretending to be half-asleep. I lazily reached down and in plain sight of my Mother I gave my cock a squeeze, as she said. "There is a men's room right over there if you want to use it." "Mom." I replied. "It's so nice right here, and there are no other cars around or anything, do you mind if I just do it right here? As I spoke I lazily stroked up and down my cock through the shorts while she watched. I noticed that she had that same look of her face She had a few weeks ago down in the laundry room. A sort of glazed-over look. And her eyes looked darker that usual. "Of course you can sweetie." "That was part of our "arrangement" right?" "I need to have a cigarette anyway. You go ahead. I am going to stretch my legs a bit and have a smoke." With that she opened the door, got out, and walked a few feet behind the car to a picnic table that was there. I watched in the side view mirror as she leaned back against the table. The breeze pressed the material of her dress against her body and the complete outline of her flat tummy and wide hips became quite obvious. I pulled my shorts aside and began to stroke my cock in earnest. I had to take it slow because I was already close to cumming. I wanted to make sure that I did not cum before she returned to watch. As I watched her, in the side view mirror, I imagined her standing there naked and I stroked my cock. I was so sexually charged from all that just transpired it seemed as though I could taste sex in my throat. Mom stood up and began to wonder around a bit as she smoked her cigarette. After it was done, she immediately lit another and I thought of that time in the laundry room. She walked down the passenger side of the car and leaned against it right by the back passenger door. I knew from this vantagepoint she could easily look over her shoulder and see what I was up to. I pushed my legs out and lifted my ass off the seat a bit to give her a very good look at my cock and balls. A moment later she walked around the car and got back in at the drivers side. "My." She began as she leaned against the door and positioned herself to watch me. "That looks like it must feel awfully good." He words seemed to add fire to my balls and crotch. I could have cum right then and there but I really wanted to make this last. "You certainly do have a nice one." She matter-of-factly said. "Is it as big as Dad's." I shyly asked. "Well, actually his is just a bit bigger, but he certainly does not keep it hard as well or as often as you do." I had to grit my teeth for a moment to keep from cumming upon hearing this. She was leaning back against the door of the car. Her left leg was on the floor and she rested her right leg so that her knee was on the edge of the seat. Her skirt has now back down to just a few inches above her knee, but because her legs were parted like that I had a good view up her skirt to about mid-thigh. "I'm sorry, I should have listened to you this morning and let you take care of that before we left. You poor thing. It was hard for the last hundred miles." She said. As she spoke, she was swaying her left knee back and forth and that was causing her skirt to rise up a bit with each sway. She saw I was looking and then she reached down and "scratched" her leg just under the hem, and in so doing raised it a couple of more inches. "Why don't you get those nasty shorts right out of the way"? She asked. Not needing a second invitation I immediately pulled them down and off. I turned to face her, sitting in the same position as she, only my left leg was resting against the back of the front seat, not on the seat itself.. With my left hand I stroked my cock, very slowly, from the base all the way to the head, and then back down again. With my right hand I gently fingered my balls. I was completely naked, with my legs spread so my mother could see everything. I wasn't more than two feet from her. She sat there with her leg swaying back and forth, just staring at my cock and balls. Every so often she would let out a sigh. "Oh God." "I am so close to cumming" I blurted, and I began to stroke myself faster and faster..