a truck

A large, white truck with a cloth covering its back was the first vehicle we had the fortune, or in this case, misfortune of passing by, judging by the looks the driver was giving my mother.

"Sure ladies, I still have some cargo to deliver, but for you two I can make a slight detour. Unfortunately, I only one seat available, so one of you is going to have to sit on someone's lap." Said the driver.

"Sure, Laurie can sit on my lap. Oh it'll be just like when you were a baby." Replied my mother.

"Mom, I'm not a little kid anymore, I don't think I would even fit in your lap." I complained.

"You're never too old to sit on your mother's lap, young lady, and we don't know when the next vehicle will come along. This nice man has taken the time to help us, and instead you are raising a fuss over simply sitting on my lap." Chastised my mother.

As much as the thought of sitting on my mother's lap embarassed me, we didn't know when the next vehicle would come along, and I just wanted to get home as soon as possible.

"Ok." In the end I gave in, and as we climbed into the passenger's seat, she wrapped her arms around me, pushing up my well-developed chest.

"Allow me to fasten in your seatbelt, ladies." Said the driver as he leaned over a bit too close for comfort, pressing himself up against my breasts, as he reached over to grab the seatbelt buckle.

"Move, sweetie, he can't seem to reach the buckle." Said my mom as she shifted in her seat, which in turn rubbed my breasts against his arm.

"Excuse me ladies." Said the driver as he placed a hand directly on my left breast, pushing against my slightly hard nipple as he struggled to find the seatbelt buckle, while I held in my gasp.

Finally, he managed to grab the buckle and drape it over my mother and I, with the shoulder belt directly on my left nipple, before we finally began our way back to the city.

Along the way, we made a small pit stop, so he could reach over to grab something from under the seat, while he made sure to stick his hand against my mother and I as much as he possibly could, even brushing against our entrances, before pulling out a bottle of water. He said he was thirsty.

My mother didn't seem to mind the driver's insistent contact, while I silently wished for the ride to be over with as soon as possible.

Almost immediately, as if to answer my wish, the driver once again pulled over to the side of the road, on the outskirts of the city.

"Sorry, ladies."