I stay as I am

I quietly took the clothes from my mom and carefully put them back into her bag. I nervously gave her a quick peck on the cheek, not sure if it was permitted or not, but I did it anyway and started to move to the back of the car.

Mom caught up with me as I was sliding the back door if the SUV open, "Are you sure about this sweetie? It's going to be an uncomfortable ride for you! This car has been specially modified, so if you lie on that bench, once your strapped in, it will move towards the front until your face is in a special opening in the driver's seat. I am going to be sitting, pounding, grinding, bumping and riding on your face until we get home!"

I just pulled down my jockstrap a little to reveal my rock hard cock and glanced down at it drawing my mom's attention to it as well. She sighed heavily, "Well if you're sure? Just don't die on me eh? I want to have a lot of fun with you from now on!" She pulled me into a deep and passionate kiss before letting me lay down on the bench and strapping me onto it tightly.

I felt myself sliding forward until I felt my face pop into a snug fitting hole. Light streamed in, causing me to squint, as mom opened the driver's seat door. Looking down on me she smiled softly, "This is going to be a very enjoyable ride for me, it's been years since I've driven sitting on a sub's face! Remember what I said honey... Don't die on me!" Then she got in, her leather micro skirt riding up yet again to cover nothing of her beautiful ass. As she sat down on the seat, I felt my face being pushed further up through the hole until my head was entirely enveloped in her warm, soft fleshy mounds. I felt my nose slide into something damp and sticky as lips brushed against something slightly bitter tasting. Mom wriggled slightly to get herself more comfortable, before shutting the car door and just sitting for a while, clearly enjoying being reunited with another old friend.

I felt, more than heard, her start up the engine and start to drive. I lost track of how much time had passed as we drove for what seemed like forever. It was a pretty smooth ride so far, until we hit a speed bump. Mom lifted off of my face for a second from the impact, and I gasped in a breath of air. Unfortunately my mouth was still open when her full weight came crashing down on top of me again. The shock and pain this caused me, caused my tongue to shoot out of my mouth in a silenced scream. It shot right into a tight, little and wrinkled hole. A hole that clamped down preventing me from withdrawing it.

"Ooooh that's what I was missing!" I faintly heard Mom giggle from above me. "I'm glad I decided to take the long way home!" I groaned inside my head. Of course she'd take the long way if she had someone underneath her. I felt her take a left and felt the car start to shudder and jerk along. Oh no! Please tell me she didn't decide on this route! Fuck!

Good news: we were only a quarter of a mile from home. Bad news: mom had decided to take a 'short cut'. One that nobody used for good reason. It was a poorly cobbled private road that caused any vehicle, no matter how well built or how good a suspension system it had, to shake, tremble and rock violently. This normally gave everybody in the car a sore and hemnaroided butt. But mom's butt was being protected by my face. I was in effect nothing more than a vibrator for her. About half way down the road, mom came from the vibrations the road was causing. My face was now feeling very battered and bruised and to make it worse mom was clearly starting to need the rest room. I felt something soft, firm, bitter and earthy push against my buried tongue. Please let us get home soon!

Eventually after mom had three more orgasms, I felt us hit smooth, fresh tarmac again. About 10 minutes later I felt the car slow to a crawl and turn right. We stopped for a few seconds before crawling forward again and then we stopped. I heard Mom put the hand break on and turn the engine off. As she exited the car I had a brief experience of blinding light and fresh air, before I felt myself sliding backwards into a brief respite if darkness as I passed under the chair, followed by the blinding electric light of our garage as I returned to how I had entered.

"Awwww look at you! You are one hot mess honey!" Mom cooed as she unstrapped me from the bench. "And you didn't die or pass out on me... Bonus points!" She giggled as she helped me to my feet and started to lead me into the house.

"Permission to speak?" I rasped through my battered and swollen lips. Mom nodded. "If you don't want someone to die or pass out on you, it might be an idea to not do your utmost to make it happen."

Mom laughed, "fair point." She conceded hugging me tightly, "I am so proud of you though honey! I have really put you through the wringer today, almost as much as I was put through when I was oh so much younger than you are now! But now what do you want for lunch?" She examined my bruised, bloody and swollen face carefully, "Gazpacho I think, with some extra sides of course!" She took out her phone and placed an order that took much longer to o place than it should have done. Then we went into the house and she sat me down at the kitchen table and poured us both a large glass of white wine.

"Now I have some questions for you, and I'm sure you have many for me!"