The Jeep hummed along the interstate, miles of cornfields blurring into the horizon under the relentless summer sun. Hugh tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, the Eagles' 'Hotel California' blasting from the speakers, lost in his own rhythm. A few hours in, curiosity nagged at him—he turned down the volume, straining to hear back there over the road noise. Soft snores filtered through, Conner's deep and even, Eliza's lighter and rhythmic. Hugh chuckled to himself, shaking his head. Kids and their naps. Satisfied, he cranked the music back up, the guitar solo filling the cabin once more as he settled into his drive, eyes on the endless ribbon of asphalt.
In the back, Eliza stirred first, her body shifting slightly as consciousness crept in. The warmth of Conner's lap registered slowly, then the firm press of his manhood against her ass through their thin clothes. Heat flooded her cheeks, a blush creeping up her neck. Oh god, she thought, biting her lip. She tried to adjust, lifting her hips just a fraction to ease the pressure, but the motion only made him twitch and harden further beneath her. A small moan escaped her throat before she clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes darting to Conner's peaceful face—he was still out, head lolled against the seat.
Instinct took over, mingled with the unexpected spark of pleasure. Eliza rocked her hips subtly, grinding down in tiny circles, her pussy aching as friction built against her shorts. She muffled another moan behind her fingers, the sensation pulling soft whimpers from her despite her efforts. The boxes shielded them completely from Hugh's view, and the tinted windows turned the outside world into a hazy void—no prying eyes, just the two of them in this stolen bubble.
Conner woke to the rhythmic pressure on his cock, blinking groggily at the sight of his mother moving against him. His shaft stiffened fully in response, throbbing now, and Eliza felt every inch of it pulse under her. A low groan slipped through his clenched teeth, quiet but undeniable. Panic hit him—he froze, whispering hoarsely, 'Mom, shit, I'm sorry—'
She twisted slightly, pressing a finger to his lips to silence him, her voice a hushed murmur. 'Shh, it's fine, baby. Really. It... it makes me feel young again, knowing I can get you this excited.' Her eyes sparkled with a mix of embarrassment and mischief, her blush deepening.
Conner's face burned, words tumbling out in a flustered rush. 'No, I mean—you look amazing, Mom. Seriously, you're gorgeous. Like, still so hot and—' He trailed off, mortified, but she smiled, her hand squeezing his thigh.
Emboldened, Eliza rolled her hips in a slow, deliberate circle—a sexy swivel that ground her ass right along his length. Conner's head snapped back against the seat, a sharp gasp escaping as pleasure jolted through him. She giggled softly, the sound vibrating against him.
Up front, Hugh caught the murmur of voices over the music. He twisted the dial down again, glancing in the mirror at the impenetrable wall of boxes. 'Everything okay back there? Sounded like trouble.'
Eliza leaned forward a bit, calling out sweetly, 'Oh, just joking around, honey! Conner's telling me I haven't aged a day—keeps me on my toes, you know?' She winked at Conner, who caught the innuendo and jumped in, voice steadying. 'Yeah, Dad, she's giving me a real workout back here. Bumpy ride, but we're handling it.'
Hugh snorted, buying the playful tone. 'Alright, you two. Keep it light.' He turned the volume up, slipping back into his tunes.
They both stifled laughs, the shared secret igniting something electric. Eliza didn't hold back now—her grinding turned purposeful, hips swaying in fluid, sexy motions that dragged her pussy along his bulge. The tinted glass kept their privacy absolute as the world rushed by outside.
After a few minutes, she paused, lifting her weight carefully. With a quick glance forward—still blocked—she hooked her fingers into her short shorts and tugged them down to her knees, exposing her lacy panties. Conner's breath hitched; he followed suit, shoving his basketball shorts and boxers to his thighs, his hard cock springing free, thick and veined, pre-cum beading at the tip.
Eliza mirrored him, sliding her panties aside just enough before—wait, no, she pulled them down too, kicking them off one ankle. Bare now, she positioned herself, heart pounding, and lowered slowly onto his cock. The head parted her slick folds, stretching her as she sank down inch by inch. She covered her mouth again, eyes squeezing shut at the fullness invading her pussy.
Conner reached up, gently turning her head toward him. Their lips met in a heated kiss, her body twisting slightly to accommodate as she descended further. She leaned into it, tongue slipping against his, moans pouring deep into his mouth—muffled, desperate sounds as she took more of him.
When she bottomed out, her bare ass cheeks pressing flush against his bare thighs, Eliza's moan rumbled low and throaty, a hint of it leaking over the blaring music despite her efforts.
Hugh's head tilted. 'Eliza? You good?'
She broke the kiss just long enough, voice breathy and quick, laced with double meaning. 'Mmm, yeah—feels like we're hitting all the right spots now. Don't stop on my account.' Conner bit back a laugh, the innuendo landing perfectly between them.
Hugh chuckled obliviously. 'If you say so.' Music roared back to life.
Eliza started riding then, bouncing on his cock with controlled lifts and drops, her pussy clenching around him. They fucked steadily, the Jeep's sway adding to the rhythm. When the car hit a pothole, her voice peaked in a sharp cry—Hugh called back, 'Sorry about that bump!'
'Keep going,' she gasped, eyes locked on Conner's as he began thrusting upward, meeting her halfway, his hips snapping to bury deeper.
Lost in the haze, they kissed hungrily, hands covering each other's mouths during louder moments to stifle the sounds. Conner's palms roamed up her tank top, finding her perky C-cup breasts—not too big, not too small, perfect handfuls. He fondled them roughly, thumbs circling her hardening nipples, pinching and tugging. Eliza's hips worked faster in response, grinding down hard, her pussy soaking his shaft as she chased the building heat.
For nearly an hour, it went on like this—stolen thrusts, muffled gasps, her ass slapping softly against his thighs on each downstroke. Sweat slicked their skin, the air thick with their mingled scents. Conner's balls tightened, release coiling tight; Eliza's breaths came ragged, her orgasm cresting.
He pulled her into another kiss just as it hit her—her voice cracked against his lips, pitching high in ecstasy. Hugh twisted the dial down. 'What was that?'
Right then, the Jeep jolted over a deep bump, slamming Conner all the way inside her—deeper than she'd ever felt, his cockhead kissing her cervix. It amplified everything: Eliza's pussy spasmed wildly around him, milking his release as he came hard, flooding her with hot spurts of cum. The peak dragged out, waves of pleasure crashing through them both.
Panting, Eliza recovered first, calling forward with a laugh. 'Just another bump, dear—really drove it home, didn't it? Conner's holding up fine.' Conner added, voice strained but joking, 'Yeah, Dad, it's a thrill ride back here. Wouldn't trade it.'
Hugh laughed, cranking the music. 'You weirdos.'
As the orgasm faded, Eliza stayed seated, his softening cock still buried deep in her leaking pussy, cum trickling down. She moved in slow, blissful grinds, savoring the fullness, her body humming with aftershocks. The road stretched on, their secret pulsing between them, the drive far from over.