As the house settled down for the night and silence reigned, she waited until she was convinced her parents would be sleeping before tiptoeing along the landing and tapping quietly at her son’s door. Receiving no answer, she tried the doorknob, dismayed to find it locked. She didn’t understand what was going on. He had gone beyond normality by touching her intimately; and yet on both occasions, he had disappeared immediately afterwards without saying a word about what he had done to her.
She had to frustratingly wait until the following morning, and even then, she couldn’t ask Jonjo anything because of her parent’s presence.
It wasn’t until early evening and as they set off for home, that she found herself alone with him.
‘Don’t you think we should discuss what happened? She asked.
‘What is there to discuss? You wanted me to touch you. That much was obvious. That is what I did.’
As if to reinforce his words, Caroline suddenly found his hand on her left knee. It rested there for a moment before softly beginning to caress the bare flesh, Jonjo staring out of the windscreen as though that was the end of their conversation. Immediately, his touch ignited the fire in her belly, a buzz in her fanny as she tried to concentrate on her driving. She tried to control her breathing, feeling it quicken as his hand inched upwards. The edge of her skirt moved slightly, his hand caressing the flesh of her lower thigh.
Again, Caroline wanted him to stop, wanted more than what he was currently offering. She slowed the car as his touch started to affect her driving. His hand was getting higher up her thigh, the car beginning to weave occasionally as she tried to keep her eyes open. When a layby approached, she pulled into it, not a moment too soon as her son’s fingers reached her groin and stroked her pussy. She was unable to contain the groan of pleasure that she emitted, glancing down at her son’s groin to see the large erection in his trousers.
‘Oh, God!’ She thought. She wanted him, her hand reaching across and feeling the strength of his hard-on for the first time. She rubbed her hand against it as she felt his fingers push the gusset of her panties to one side and stroke her labia. And then she gasped aloud as his fingers penetrated her pussy, now wet with her juices. Amid her panting, she tried to speak, more of a mumble, than actual words.
In response, he stroked her face, brushing her hair to one side as he turned her head. Leaning over, his face came closer, his lips meeting hers as they kissed. His tongue invaded her mouth as his fingers increased in speed, now fingering her rapidly as her arousal built. She wanted to rip her clothes off; she wanted to rip her son’s clothes off, the thoughts in her mind lewd and coarse. Her fingers were trying to undo his zip when his hand stopped her.
‘No! You can’t do that.’
The fingers of his other became faster, Caroline pushing herself back against the seat as she spread her legs as wide as the limited space would allow.
Jonjo’s cock was throbbing, especially with his mother massaging it. But he was determined that here and now wasn’t the right place to even think about fucking, which was why he stopped her hand from trying to extract his shaft.