Sitting In His Lap
Sitting on His Lap It was August. We spent the morning packing the car. Our son, Mike was leaving for college. It was morning but already it was 90 degrees outside.
Mike and husband, and I were getting pretty sweaty loading up the car. The trunk was already full and the back seat wouldn't fit much more. Mike went back in the house to get the last of his things. I heard him come out of the house.
I turned around and saw him carrying his 42 inch flat screen TV. 'Where are you going to put the TV?' I heard his father ask. 'I don't know, but I don't want to leave it. Maybe we can move some stuff around in the back seat.
' I looked in the back seat. 'I don't think so, son. ' Mike looked in the car. 'We can put it in the middle of the front seat.
' 'Ok, college man,' I said. 'Then where is your mom going to sit?' I could see on his face he was trying to come up with a solution. 'I got an idea,' he said. He opened the passenger side door.
He put the TV in the middle. He then got in and sat down. 'See plenty of room. Here mom sit next to me.
' I tried to sit next to my son. I could sit in the seat, but the door wouldn't close. Now, I am not a big woman. I stand about five feet tall and I only weight hundred pounds.
It was my son taking up all the room. He was already over six feet tall and weighed around two hundred pounds. 'It's not me that's taking up all of the room, it's you. This isn't going to work.
Tell you what, leave the TV and when we come to visit you we'll bring it with us. ' 'No way,' he answered as I got out of the car and stood by the door. 'Make up your mind, Mike, it's hot out here. ' 'Ok,' Mike looked at me.
'Ok, you can sit on my lap. ' 'Mike, it's a five hour drive to your college,' his father said. 'I know, but mom doesn't weigh much. What do you say, mom.
Would you mind sitting on my lap?' 'Ok, I'll sit on your lap. But if it gets too uncomfortable I want to stop at a rest stop. ' I said looking at Steve my husband. He agreed.
'Ok, let's get our showers so we can get on the road. ' My shower didn't take long. Since I would be sitting on my sons lap for five hours, I wanted to wear something real comfortable. My jeans would be too tight.
Plus it was too hot to wear them. I looked in my closet. As I was going though my clothes I found a summer dress I brought. It was the short type with sleeveless arms.
It buttoned up in the front. I unbuttoned it and put it on. When I finished buttoning it up, I noticed it showed my bra to much. I took it off again.
I removed my bra and put the dress back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn't need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky.
The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror.
I thought to myself. 'For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week.
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