Drive home

I felt like such a diva walking through the mall with all my bags, my ass was swinging from left to right and the small heels accentuated my form further. I felt so sexy. When I got out of the mall, I felt so glad that I valet parked. I handed him my ticket and he brought my car to the door, when he handed me back the keys, I made sure to leave him a tip.

The drive home felt like eternity, now stuck in rush-hour traffic I sat there in my soaked panties, yearning for release,

I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles whitening as i inched forward in the gridlocked traffic. The hum of the car’s engine reverberated through the seat, sending subtle vibrations up my thighs and settling low in my stomach. I shifted slightly, the sensation teasing my already heightened arousal. How could something so mundane feel so…intoxicating? My mind drifted back to the mall, and for what awaited her when I finally got home.

I wouldn’t be able to last like this for the whole drive home and needed to think of something to distract me. I began to ponder, how mom would remember this. Would she think it was her idea to get the dresses and lingerie? What would she think about the way I'd taken the time to play with her breasts? Would mom use the sex toys that I bought? How could I even tell if I wasn’t being her. That when I devised my plan, I would leave the stuff I bought today in the packing and if they are opened or the tags are removed then I know she them and I can put ideas in her head.