18-09-2020, 05:23 PM
"You better drive, Mike.. I had a little wine at intermission."
He could have only had one glass more than an hour earlier so I was sure he was ok to drive. He clearly wanted to snooze in the back to avoid dissection of the play and risk providing incriminating evidence of his lack of knowledge about the show. By the time I had started the car, done up my belt, and turned around to back out of the parking space, Dad had closed his eyes and stretched his legs into snoozing position. Turning forward to put the car in drive, I saw that Mom's dress was more than halfway to her hips, leaving a lot of her thighs showing, enough that I could see bare skin above the tops of her nylons. In her struggle with the seatbelt, she had leaned toward me and was sitting closer to the middle of the car than the door, and slightly facing my way.
I maneuvered the car into line and slowly made our way out of the parking lot with everyone else. I checked the mirror to make sure Dad's eyes were still closed and was pleased to observe his head lolling against the rear seat. Though we weren't yet out of the parking lot and the car was awash in light from nearby stores and cars, I reached over to put my hand possessively on Mom's thigh, fingers dbanging between her legs. Mom's gaze remained fixed ahead. She didn't react at all. Encouraged, I pushed my hand deep between her legs, like I had in the theater, and slid it back toward her.
This time, I cupped her panties with my fingers, letting them move a little as we inched along. We were driving alongside a sidewalk and one couple definitely noticed my hand shoved up Mom's dress as they walked by but Mom ignored them, seemingly unaware of their presence let alone their giggles and stares. By the time we left the parking lot and turned into the street, I was actively rubbing Mom's panties and evenly dividing my attention between the road, the mirror to check on Dad, and watching my hand moving between her legs.
She had her first orgasm as we curved away from the street and accelerated up the on ramp. As soon as I safely merged into the slow lane and then over into the middle lane, I pulled my hand up until my fingers could push underneath Mom's panties. I shoved them into her wet slit as I attained highway speed. Driving down the highway, I gently moved my fingers up and down in her slit, slowly finding it easier and easier to fit inside her. I played around for quite awhile before suddenly pushing two fingers inside her. I jiggled my hand as I drove, amused by how she managed to appear as if nothing was happening. Did she realize Dad was dozing with his eyes closed? After all, he wasn't snoring and she didn't have a rear view mirror like I did. We were more than halfway home when Mom suddenly grabbed my arm and started gently humping my hand. She wasn't loud but if Dad had been awake there would have been no doubt about what was happening..
He could have only had one glass more than an hour earlier so I was sure he was ok to drive. He clearly wanted to snooze in the back to avoid dissection of the play and risk providing incriminating evidence of his lack of knowledge about the show. By the time I had started the car, done up my belt, and turned around to back out of the parking space, Dad had closed his eyes and stretched his legs into snoozing position. Turning forward to put the car in drive, I saw that Mom's dress was more than halfway to her hips, leaving a lot of her thighs showing, enough that I could see bare skin above the tops of her nylons. In her struggle with the seatbelt, she had leaned toward me and was sitting closer to the middle of the car than the door, and slightly facing my way.
I maneuvered the car into line and slowly made our way out of the parking lot with everyone else. I checked the mirror to make sure Dad's eyes were still closed and was pleased to observe his head lolling against the rear seat. Though we weren't yet out of the parking lot and the car was awash in light from nearby stores and cars, I reached over to put my hand possessively on Mom's thigh, fingers dbanging between her legs. Mom's gaze remained fixed ahead. She didn't react at all. Encouraged, I pushed my hand deep between her legs, like I had in the theater, and slid it back toward her.
This time, I cupped her panties with my fingers, letting them move a little as we inched along. We were driving alongside a sidewalk and one couple definitely noticed my hand shoved up Mom's dress as they walked by but Mom ignored them, seemingly unaware of their presence let alone their giggles and stares. By the time we left the parking lot and turned into the street, I was actively rubbing Mom's panties and evenly dividing my attention between the road, the mirror to check on Dad, and watching my hand moving between her legs.
She had her first orgasm as we curved away from the street and accelerated up the on ramp. As soon as I safely merged into the slow lane and then over into the middle lane, I pulled my hand up until my fingers could push underneath Mom's panties. I shoved them into her wet slit as I attained highway speed. Driving down the highway, I gently moved my fingers up and down in her slit, slowly finding it easier and easier to fit inside her. I played around for quite awhile before suddenly pushing two fingers inside her. I jiggled my hand as I drove, amused by how she managed to appear as if nothing was happening. Did she realize Dad was dozing with his eyes closed? After all, he wasn't snoring and she didn't have a rear view mirror like I did. We were more than halfway home when Mom suddenly grabbed my arm and started gently humping my hand. She wasn't loud but if Dad had been awake there would have been no doubt about what was happening..
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