Forced stop

Something in the engine made a terrible grinding noise, and a moment later, it fell silent. The car coasted on by inertia. Pressing the brake pedal, I brought it to a stop.

— What happened?" came my mother's alarmed voice from the adjacent seat.

— Don't know yet. I hope it's nothing serious," I tried to reassure her. "I'll check now.

My gut feeling said otherwise. Trivial things don't make such a horrible sound. I pulled the hood release lever and got out. The inspection yielded practically nothing. I might as well have stayed in the cabin. To my amateur eye, the car should be

fine, no visible external damage... But something did grind in there, and then the engine stalled?!!

I slammed the hood shut and got back in the car. Attempts to start it were futile.

— Looks like we have problems," I said with a grim smile.

— What's wrong with it?

— I don't know what's wrong. Externally, everything's fine. But it won't start.

— So what do we do now?" my mother asked, looking at me questioningly.

— Who the hell knows. I think we'll need a repair shop. And the nearest civilization is about fifty kilometers away.

The chosen route played a cruel joke on us. We were driving from the dacha, and I decided to take a shortcut. It wasn't even a country road, more like a trail that had formed, which only we ever drove on. At least, I'd never seen any other cars here. Though, sedans and hatchbacks couldn't get through everywhere. My SUV had handled it easily... until today.

Actually, Mom was planning to return to the city tomorrow evening with Dad. But they had a big fight in the morning, and she begged me to take her home.

— We can't stay here forever," Mom said anxiously.

— No, of course not," I reassured her. "I'll try calling Dad now. He'll come and tow us to the city.

— Okay, go ahead," she nodded.

I took my mobile and started dialing my father's number. However, the call wouldn't go through. The bars on the display showed there were signal problems in this area.

— I don't want to upset you," I said, "but there's no signal here.

— Try mine," Mom offered, handing me her mobile.

The result was no better. Bleak prospects were unfolding before us, as evening was preparing to turn into night.

— I think the most reasonable thing is to spend the night in the car," I answered her questioning look. "Tomorrow, Dad will drive home and won't miss us. Unless, of course, we manage to reach him earlier.

— Well, if there's no other way," Mom sighed.

Once the main issue was settled, the question of dinner arose. The only provisions in the car were a bottle of wine left over from the last picnic with friends and a bag of peanuts.

— Not much," Mom smiled wryly.

— It's what we have," I parried. "Next time, we definitely need to stop at a grocery store.

She laughed brightly...

We drank the bottle slowly. We chatted about my work, family, discussed news from relatives and acquaintances. Then we turned to intimate topics. Judging by Mom, the wine was good. She wasn't shy about discussing frank questions or telling some stories from her youth.

I must say, Mom was a rather attractive woman, and at forty-six, she looked quite appetizing and appealing. Somewhere on the periphery of my brain, even a flicker of regret passed that this was my mom, otherwise I'd definitely have made a pass at her.

— We've gotten quite frank with each other, like two girlfriends," her voice brought me back to reality. "We should go to sleep.

— I'll get it ready now," I agreed.

I got out of the car, opened the trunk door, and started spreading out the blanket I always carried with me during the beach season. Luckily, we had left the dacha lightly loaded, and the spacious luggage compartment was empty. If needed, one could lie down there at full length, without even folding the rear seats. Well, the need had arisen.

— All ready!" I called to Mom.

While she was getting settled, I checked the car windows, closed all the doors, went into the bushes for business, and also climbed into the makeshift bed. Despite the blanket, the bed was hard. To get somewhat comfortable, I had to toss and turn a bit.

— Good night, Mom! Let's hope Dad doesn't drive home late tonight.

— Good night, dear!" she replied. "It's reassuring that he'll drive tomorrow, not in a few days. But we had a nice, calm drink and chat," Mom giggled. "About various things. Remembered our youth...

— Yeah!" I smiled.

...I woke up from strange sensations. Coming to my senses a little, I realized that in her sleep, Mom had thrown her leg over me and buried her head in my chest. I wasn't in a hurry to return her to her original position, because I caught myself thinking that I liked it. The realization of this fact didn't shock me at all. Apparently, the wine had dulled the inhibitory barriers, and I lay there enjoying the warmth of her thigh. A certain languor kindled in my lower abdomen. I felt a slight arousal. Somewhere in a distant part of my brain, a thought flashed that I should try to just fall asleep, but it immediately faded...

Other thoughts crept into my head. I carefully pulled out my hand and gently hugged Mom around the shoulders. I placed my other hand on top of her thigh and gently stroked upward, reaching her buttock. Under the light summer dress, I could feel the outline of her panties. The arousal began to intensify. In her sleep, Mom, feeling the embrace, hugged me around the neck and pressed even closer. My forehead broke out in a sweat. Not from fear that she had stirred, but from pleasant sensations. No moral torment was observed in my soul. On the contrary, I liked touching her. But what excited me most was that I was touching someone I fundamentally shouldn't. Now my brain was no longer capable of thinking about the correctness of what was happening...

I stroked Mom's buttocks a little more through the dress and moved my hand in the opposite direction. I wanted to make the same journey, but now under the dress. At the same time, I tried to act carefully so as not to wake her. Even in this state, it wasn't hard to imagine her reaction if Mom suddenly woke up and realized what her son was doing to her.

Carefully slipping my fingers under the hem of the dress, I again began moving my hand up her thigh. Mom stirred. I froze, ready at any moment to pretend to be fast asleep and write off the hand under the dress as an accident. But Mom only threw her leg further, practically over me, and continued her sleep. In this pose of hers, fabulous prospects opened up in terms of feeling up "interesting" places.

I continued moving my hand. Soon my fingers reached the edge of her panties. A sweet languor spread through my lower abdomen. The arousal grew. I moved further along her buttock until my finger found the cleft between her cheeks. Judging by her breathing, Mom wasn't thinking of waking up. This gave me courage; I wanted more explicit caresses. Waiting a few seconds, my index finger slid along the groove, pressing down the fabric of her panties. The material was very thin, and I clearly felt the contours of her anus. I began light massaging movements around it. The main thing was not to accidentally wake Mom in a fit of passion. After all, in the current pose, I couldn't create the appearance of a sleeping person whose hand had involuntarily ended up there. Controlling my movements was becoming difficult; the arousal was already boundless. My cock was simply like stone.

After devoting a little more time to Mom's anus, I lowered my finger a little further, to where the main place of interest was hidden. I lightly stroked along its entire length as much as possible. Even through the panties, my hand felt the moist warmth emanating from there. I repeated my movement several times.

— Be bolder!" Mom's whisper suddenly sounded right in my ear.

I broke out in a sweat. A whole kaleidoscope of emotions rushed through me. From fear that I had been caught in this indecent activity after all, to wild delight that it would continue, but now with mutual participation. Could it be that I'm not dreaming all this?! I turned my head slightly to try to see her eyes. In the dark car, of course, that was unrealistic. But Mom interpreted my movement in her own way. She found my lips with hers. And then began that madness which neither of us had the power to stop.

My finger had long since slipped under her panties and was stroking her moist labia, periodically dipping slightly inside. Mom responded with quiet moans and more passionate movements of her tongue. For both of us, the level of arousal was off the charts. It seemed a little more and we would both simply explode. It couldn't go on like this for long.

Mom unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down along with my underwear to my knees. Then, lifting her hem, she ended up on top. She moved her panties aside, performed a simple manipulation, and I felt my cock entering Mom's moist, warm womb. She half-cried out, half-moaned. And then began to move passionately on me, allowing the cock to penetrate her to its full length.

I had never had such exciting sex before. The intensity of emotions is indescribable. I wanted to fuck and fuck her! Non-stop! I grabbed her breasts through the dress and squeezed them. Mom understood me. She unzipped the dress at the back and pulled it over her head. The garment flew into the corner. The bra followed it there. Her breasts with hardened nipples felt marvelous. But even that wasn't enough for me. I slightly raised myself, caught one of the nipples in my mouth, and lightly bit it. Mom began moving even more actively.

— Oh-oh-oh!!!" she whispered passionately. "I can't take it anymore!.. I'm going to come!.. U-u-u-u-u...

She shook in the throes of orgasm. When she stopped for a moment, I felt with my cock how her vagina contracted. And then I didn't care about anything else. A wave of indescribable pleasure washed over me. It was so strong that for a few seconds I literally blacked out. When I came to, Mom was still lying sprawled on top of me. I felt semen flowing from her womb right onto my pubic area.

In the heat of passion, everything was clear; we both wanted it and didn't want to stop, but I didn't know how to behave now. Mom broke the silence first.

— I don't know what that was, but it was great!

— I don't understand how it all happened," I replied, just to say something. "Like some kind of eclipse.

— Don't blame yourself," she tried to reassure me. "What happened, happened. By and large, no one raped anyone. Two adults had sex and enjoyed it.

— That's true... Only we're not just a man and a woman who decided to have sex...

— There is a nuance, of course," Mom stroked my cheek reassuringly. "But don't focus on that specifically. I felt very good! And for that alone, I'm already grateful to you. Later we'll think about what to do with this and whether to do anything. For now, don't fill your head with unnecessary things. After all, there's a lot of time until morning, and I wouldn't want to spend it in self-flagellation...

It was dark, so I couldn't see, but it seemed she was smiling. I stroked her hair. Confusion gave way to relief. Mom turned out to be a person completely unburdened by complexes on this issue. I also didn't want to indulge in soul-searching right now. There would be time for that later. And now, the desire to continue the madness we had started was awakening again...