Mom is a good travelling companion.

"Hey mom? Are you still up for that trip to work or would you rather take things easy today?"

"I'm tempted, knowing take things easy is another way of saying stay home and fuck all day. But I was looking forward to our trip before all that happened. Let me just fix my hair and we can go."

As you drive, you feel eyes on you. You look to the side to see your mom smiling at you. Without saying anything, your reach out to pull her closer. Keeping one eye on the road, you give her a kiss and push her surprised face down into your lap.

When her nose bumps into your crotch, she understands your intentions. "I remember this from when I was a teenager, giving my boyfriend a blowjob while he's driving. I only hope we don't get pulled over this time!"

After what you did to the local cops, you almost hope that you do. But you're heading out of town, and you don't want your mom to see you claim the highway patrol. So you just settle in and try to drive safely while she works you out of your pants, eager to relive the excitement of her slutty teen years. You'll have to ask her what else she used to do at some point.

But right now it's all you can do to concentrate on the road while you feel her hot breath on your cock, her hand rubbing you to full hardness before she takes the first lick. Moments later her soft lips envelop its tip, and start a slow descent down your shaft while her tongue flicks around the head.

You cruise along the highway with one hand on the wheel and the other on the back of her head, just resting there without controlling her movements. This isn't an optimal position for a deepthroat, and you're still worried about crashing the car. Your mom bobs on your dick without concern, twisting her head a little and licking up and down its sides.

Suddenly you hear a loud honk and, startled, you push down until your mom gags. Quickly you let go of her, and she comes up with a sputter whike you look around. There's a truck passing you, a man grinning down at you from the cabin. Your face turns red, but your mom just smiles and gives him a coy wave before putting her head back in your lap. While the trucker watches she wraps her lips around your shaft again and starts sucking you off with gusto.

The truck matches your speed for several miles before there's another honk from behind it. An impatient driver wants to pass, so instead of holding up traffic the truck accelerates and you're alone with your blowjob machine of a mom, who has managed to get your pants a bit further down so she can snake her hand in to cup your balls.

Not long after that, the excitement of the situation along with your mother's skill with her mouth and hand makes you go off. "Mom, I'm cumming!"

She squeezes your balls gently and sucks hard, pulling the cum out of you and swallowing greedily. You fill her mouth with rope after rope of cum, but not a drop spills from her lips and she keeps sucking until she's sure she got it all.

Her head comes up just in time to point out the off-ramp, and a couple minutes later you're parked in front of her office. You give her a quick kiss on the lips and open the car door to step out into the parking lot.

Your mom leads you into the building, past a receptionist who greets her with a "Hello Mrs Ferro," and into an elevator. Since you don't see a camera in the cabin, you push your mom against the wall and kiss her, your hands roaming into her dress. She's still not wearing any panties, you notice as you slip a finger into her wet cunt. You wiggle it around for a while, enjoying the muffled noises your mom makes as you finger her, but then there's a ding as the elevator stops and she pushes you away.

Quickly pulling down her dress, she steps out into a open room full of grey cubicles. You lick your finger clean - she must have fixed more than her hair, because there's nothing on it but her own juices - and follow your mom through the rows to her cubicle.

There's a cardboard box waiting on the desk for her to pack her things into. While she gathers her family photos and that 'World's Greatest Mom' mug Sarah made for her in pottery class last year, a fit-looking redhead pokes her head in. "Hey Elsie, heard you got fired. It's true then?"

"Not exactly, Vera," your mom says with a smile. "I'm the one who quit. I just didn't bother putting in a notice."

"Really? Not like you to sneak out without telling anyone."

"I'm here to say goodbye now, aren't I? By the way, this is my son Ryan," she says, nudging you forward.

"Mom never told me she had such attractive coworkers," you say, much bolder than you would have been just a few days ago.

"He's just as charming as you told me," Vera laughs. "Nice to meet you kiddo. At least you didn't call me a milf."

"Well yeah, I don't know if you have kids," you grin back. "There's not even a wedding band on your finger."

"Ryan," your mom chides. "I didn't bring you here so you could flirt with the single ladies of the office."

"Why else would he be here?" Vera asks. "To help you carry that wee little box out?"

Your mom blushes, remembering what you wanted to do to her at her office. "No, he uh... he just got a nice new car and wanted to test drive it. Figured if he was driving anyway he might as well drive here, you know?"

"Very practical. So what are you doing now, got a better job lined up? And if so, does it mean you'll be too busy for the cookout this friday?"

You're worried that she'll say yes because she'd rather stay home and cook for you, so you answer quickly. "Can she bring a plus-one?"

"Why, are you inviting yourself?"

"If there'll be more beautiful women like you there I'd be a fool not to."

Vera acts like she has to think about it. "I don't know about beautiful women like me, but there might be some eye-candy in attendance other than me and your mother. Only one way for you to know!"

Then she ducks out of the cubicle, leaving you to wonder what that was supposed to mean.