Me+Mom in the car
My Dad had dumped Mom for his secretary when I was seven, it was Mom and me after that. She comitted herself to me, turning down dates and more blatant offers of casual sex made by co-workers and the neighborhood "casanovas".
I never went without, she even threw herself into my extra-curricular activities, including my latest passion, varsity football.
I had filled out well by my 16th year, and excelled at my linebacker position.
I loved giving a hard hit on a running back trying to get past me, and making a good tackle.
One afternoon, after a particularly grueling practice, Mom showed up early to pick me up. She was dressed in her usual work outfit, jacket and skirt, and a blouse that she said "Made the sale." In other words never had the top three buttons done up, showing off her great breasts(36D, according to her bra size). "What's up, Mom?" I asked. "Oh, nothing, buisiness was slow at the office, Fred let me go early to see how you're doing. Can't a mother show an interest in her son's performance?"
"I guess not." I said, thinking 'performance' was a strange word for practice. "I've got to finish up, coach will have my balls for breakfast if he catches me slacking off!" "Hmm." she said. "You get back in there, I'll watch from the stands."
After about a half-hour we were done, and we hit the showers half exausted. I came out and saw Mom waiting for me in the car. She had put the top down on our new/used convertible, "It'll dry your hair faster." she said.
On the highway, we sped along, passing one truck after another, the drivers hooting and hollering at us as we went by.
Mom noticed this and said "What's up with them? I'm not going that fast!"
"It's not your speed they're upset about, mom, from up there they can look right down your blouse. They're getting an eyeful of your boobs!"
"What?" she said, incredulous. She wasn't thinking about the view from above, this being our first ragtop.
Playing on her confusion, I said "Y'know, boobs, tits, jugs, breasts...these!"
I reached over with my left hand and cupped her right breast and gave it a little squeeze.
I pulled my hand back, and she said "Oh, I guess you're right, must be getting them all horny!"
She went quiet for a few minutes, then said "You shouldn't have done that, you know." "What?" I said, playing dumb. "Y'know... what you did. I'm your mother, it's not right."
"Oh, you mean this." I said, reaching over with my hand again and cupping her breast again, squeezing it, but this time leaving it there, seeing how far I could push this.
Her right hand came off the steering wheel, and I flinched, thinking I was going to get a slap, but she passed it over my head, and laid it on the back of my seat, allowing me more access to her breast.
"Yes," she said, "you should'nt be doing that."
"Oh, okay." I said, withdrawing my hand, causing her to sigh slightly, already missing the caress.
"So I should'nt do this." I said, once again grasping her breast, making her gasp. "No....you should'nt." she said.
Leaving my left hand where it was, I reached over with my right and grasped her other breast.
"And I guess I should'nt do this, either, huh?" Another gasp, and she said "No, absolutly not! Mmm!" "And I suppose unbuttoning your blouse would be bad, too right?" I said, as I started undoing them.
"Very bad!" she said, leaning back a bit to let me get to the bottom one.
"And taking your blouse off would be wrong too, right?", as I slid it off her shoulders. "Absolutely!" she said, this time leaning forward to ease my efforts.
"And undoing your bra would be out of the question, I suppose?"
"Oh, yes, yes!" she said, leaning forward again, giving me access to the hooks.
The bra fell away, revealing her great boobs.
To be continued...