The dark colored car moved along the road at a moderate 45-50 miles per hour. The pair, Miyako Ishida, a mother, and Shouya Ishida, her 18 year old son, had decided to travel through the night, calculated to make their home by 4 AM. The moderate velocity enabled Dale to eye his mom's legs by the illumination of the full moon, splitting his concentration with swift looks back at the road. Miyako was asleep soundly unaware her skirt had ascended upwards greatly, exposing a nice section of her upper thighs. Her legs were silky, lithe and well-proportioned. Shouya could not help staring.
In addition, another distraction to his usually excellent concentration on the road was his driving the vehicle with just his right hand, while his left clutched his hard boner through his trousers. He moved carefully across the white line frequently and yanked the wheel left sometimes to stop the car from falling off the shoulder.
Having been visiting another city, where his older sister's family moved to a year back, they had made a hurried departure to keep Shouya from receiving a butt beating or worse. His older sister had told her husband, Pedro, during a quarrel, in a fit of fury, that she had sex with Shouya. They had received a call from his older sister notifying them, in the nick of time, to depart from the city. When their mom, Miyako, heard the news, she was shaking her head at the outrageous, incestuous imprudence between her daughter and beloved son. For more than an hour in the car, Miyako had given Shouya a loud, severe scolding for his incapability to keep "it" in his trousers.
"Does incest not disturb you?" She had yelled.
"Pussy is pussy!" He had shamelessly and boldly answered.
Surprised to quietness, she had spoke little more. They paused midway to have a delayed evening meal. When asked if she minded journeying five or more hours to get back home, she had replied, "no worries".
Now, it was uncertain if Shouya's current imprudence or the left tug of the wheel caused Miyako to wake up completely.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Miyako snapped, now conscious that his hand stroking and grasping up on the inside of her left leg was not a dream.
"Those sexy legs got the best of me, I guess!" He stated, giving no expression of regret. "It's dark and uninhabited out here. I felt lonely."
"You mean horny, don't you? And, if I recall accurately, if pussy is pussy, a leg, must be just a leg! How long have you been messing around with my thigh and grasping your cock?"
"Not too long." He said with a grin.
"I guessed we're fortunate I awoke or you might've stained your trousers – or murdered us!" Miyako scolded. "Did you feel me up?"
"Hey, I'm bold but I'm not insane! Feeling up your pussy. No way!"
"But you would want to?" Miyako asked, spotting a questioning expression emerge on her boy's face.
The velocity had slowed to 40 miles per hour and his head turned constantly between her and the road.
"You banged your older sister without a second thought, I'd bet. So, be truthful. If I allowed you to, you wouldn't give a pause, would you?"
"Absolutely not! Not even for a second." Shouya declared.
Miyako slid over the leather bench seat, raising her naked foot over the floor protuberance, effectively broadening her legs.
"I want you to touch me and tell me what you feel." She instructed then grasped and freed his wrist as he extended his hand. "Wait for a straight stretch, for goodness sake!"
Shouya's hand came to a standstill on the inside of her thigh where it had been before. A lengthy minute went, maybe a quarter mile, charged with lecherous expectancy. When the headlights brightened a lengthy slanted path into a depression that no illumination on the opposing top, he maneuvered his hand towards her womanhood, softly touching it.
"Your underpants are... your pussy is damp!"
"You're correct about it feeling lonely on this aged road. A full moon makes it eerie like hell – the black clouds and all – but all this carnal chatter has, as you've found – you can move your hand now – go on – has made me damp and I'm distressed now. If you can locate a spot to conceal this car, I could touch myself and you could jack off."
Shouya decelerated the car further searching for anything that might be a junction going into the forest. Within three miles, he decelerated to a standstill, then, reversed. He saw that the mature, double path way continued into the forest maybe thirty-forty feet then bent to the right. He hauled the car sharply to the left traversing the road, then, swiftly placed it in reverse. He drew back into the path at a slow pace, made the bend and kept going until he was certain the automobile would not be visible. He turned the illumination and the motor off, bolting the doors.
They stayed seated still for nearly a minute glancing around and allowing their eyes tune to the available moonlight.
"This should be alright." Miyako observed. "Shall we shift to the behind seat so you can have a little bit more space."
"Ok."
To be continued...