Trying Out Mom

We got on the road again, and I told Mom I'd drive again. I was so excited, knowing that if Sam's triggers had worked so perfectly, Mom's must be just as good.

I was eager to see where I could go, trusting my commands that Sam ignore strange things. I looked over at Mom, in her dark red blouse, her huge breasts obviously unhindered by a bra. I said the words I'd been dying to say.

"Time for Touching, Mommy," I said, clearly and, I hoped, loudly enough to be heard.

She stopped what she was saying and looked at me, speaking, in a happy voice, "My pleasure, Darling." Oh my god.

Mom shook out her head, like she was clearing it, tossing her dark hair around. "What was I saying?" she asked.

"You were talking about Dad, I think," I said, wondering if things had gone wrong somehow.

Ignoring me, she turned a little in her seat and said, "You have been doing so much of the driving today, thank you!" I glanced sideways and loved how deep her cleavage looked when she was turned that way. She was smiling. "I bet you are all stiff!" She reached over and started running her hand through my hair. Her longish nails felt great as they ran over my scalp. "My little boy, all grown up and acting as my chauffeur!". She was definitely touching me. But maybe I could do more. I checked the rearview and saw that Sam was still apparently out.

"Does that feel good?" Mom asked, her hand massaging my scalp with her nails. It was sending shivers down my spine.

"Very good, " I said. She let out a sound that could have been a little mini-moan. Wow. Really?

I was at full mast, and the tingles coming from my head were just adding to the power. What did I need to do to keep her going?

I had set the trigger to get more powerful each time, so I said again, "Time for Touching, Mommy." She let out a definite moan and almost whispered, "My pleasure, Darling."

Her hand left my head, and came down to rest on my thigh. Her hand was stroking my leg.

"I really am very thankful for all the driving you are doing, " she said, "and for letting me get that great nap in this morning."
"Sure, Mom," I said, "no problem".

Her hand slid up and down my leg, each slide moving closer and closer to my crotch, which was making an obvious tent. I was terrified to look over at her, to break the spell, but I took a quick peek. She was staring at my bulge, her mouth slightly open, breathing hard.

"Once, when your Dad and I were teenagers, " Oh great, more about Dad. "we took a long drive all the way to Florida. After he'd been driving a long time, sometimes I'd help him... feel better about driving. Maybe I could do the same for you?" I looked over and she was looking right at me, her eyes on mine, biting her lower lip slightly.

"How would you do that?" I asked, breathless, hoping I knew the answer.
"A few different ways..," she said. "Some might have been a little dangerous." She laughed nervously. "But I'd love to thank you, if you'd be ok with it."

"Sure. Yes. Um, definitely. However you think is best..." I stammered. Her hand cupped my crotch and I almost convulsed with pleasure and exultation.