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A five-hour drive to college!

It was August. We spent the morning packing up the car. Our son, Maycon, was going to college. It was morning, but it was already almost 40 degrees outside. Maycon, my wife and I were sweating a lot as we loaded the car. The trunk was already full and the back seat couldn't fit much more. Maycon went home to get the last of his things. I heard him leave the house. I turned around and saw him carrying his 42-inch flat-screen TV.

"Where are you going to put the TV?" I heard his mother ask.

"I don't know, but I don't want to leave here without it. Maybe we can take a few things in the back seat."

I looked at the back seat. "I don't think it'll fit, son." Maycon looked inside the car. "We can put it in the middle of the front seat."

"Okay, college kid, your mom's driving," I said. "So where am I going to sit?"

I could see on his face that he was trying to find a solution. "I've got an idea," he said. He opened the passenger-side door. He placed the TV right in the middle of the passenger and driver seats where we couldn't see each other. He then got in and sat down. "There's plenty of room. Here, Dad, sit next to me." I tried to sit next to my son. I could sit on the bench, but the door wouldn't close. Now, I'm not a very big man. I'm about one meter sixty tall and weigh only seventy-something kilos. It was my son taking up all the space. He was already over six feet tall and weighed around ninety kilos. "It's not me who's taking up all the space, it's you. This isn't going to work. I'll tell you what, leave the TV and when we come to visit we'll take it with us."

"No way," he replied as I got out of the car and stood in the doorway.

"Make up your mind, Maycon, it's too hot in here."

"Okay," Maycon looked at me. "Okay, you can sit on my lap."

"Maycon, it's a five-hour drive to your college," said my wife.

"I know, but Dad doesn't weigh much. What do you say, Dad? Would you mind sitting on my lap?"

'Okay, I'll sit on your lap. But if it gets too uncomfortable, I want to stop at a rest stop." I said, looking at Sandra, my wife. She agreed without objection, as she would be driving on the outward journey and I would be driving on the return journey, and it wouldn't be in good taste for her to sit on her son's lap. "Okay, let's shower so we can get on the road soon." My shower didn't take long. As I'd be sitting on my son's lap for five hours, I wanted to wear something comfortable, and it was hot as hell. My jeans would be too tight. Besides, it was too hot to wear them. I looked in my closet. While I was going through my clothes, I found a pair of basketball shorts I'd brought with me. It was a thin fabric, very loose and wide at the thigh gaps. It was elasticized and I put it on. When I'd finished putting it on, I noticed that my underwear was very tight. I took it off again. I took off my underwear and put the shorts back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn't need underpants in this hellish heat. Even at thirty-seven, my thighs were still defined. The baggy shorts were short and super cool. It only reached the middle of my thighs and was very loose. I put on a loose shirt too and took one last look in the mirror. I reflected to myself. "For a father of an eighteen-year-old son, I still looked good. I know my wife still likes the way I look. She and I fuck at least five times a week." I heard the car horn. I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and went to the car. My son was already sitting in the car, with the passenger seat pulled back to make room for our legs. I sat on his lap and put my legs inside the car. I looked down and realized that my shorts had ridden up and were barely covering my hairy thighs. It rode up high. My son was wearing baggy shorts and a T-shirt. I closed the car door.

I was happy to be wearing these shorts. I could feel the back of my bare legs on my son's bare legs. "How are you?" I asked my son.

"Fine, Dad, you really don't weigh anything. No problem."

I looked at my wife, straining over the TV. "Do you have enough room to drive?" I asked her.

"Of course," she replied. I could only see the tip of her head. "Can you see me?" I laughed.

"Just the tip of your head, darling." Are you comfortable?"

I wriggled in my son's lap. "Yes, I don't mind that."

I turned on the radio. As I listened to the music. I started to feel something hard. I repositioned my ass, but it didn't go away. I also noticed that my son had become very quiet. "That wasn't here when I sat down." I thought to myself. Then I realized what I was feeling. My son was getting excited. I hadn't really thought about giving him an erection by sitting on his lap. I could feel that he was still growing. "My God," I thought to myself. "How big this is going to get." I wondered what he was thinking. Does he think I can't feel it in my ass? I looked down at my legs. My shorts had ridden up a bit more. I could almost see my hairy balls poking out of the opening. My son's big hands were on the seat either side of me. I wondered if he could see how high my shorts had risen. I realized that I liked the idea of my shorts getting so high. I got a bit of a thrill knowing that I could give my son an erection. We'd only been on the road for about an hour. There were still four hours to go. I knew my wife couldn't see the height of my shorts or she'd be looking at my legs. The TV blocks everything from her view. I felt my son move his big body. When he did, his big cock ended up in the crack of my ass. I kind of wanted him to try something.

"How are you, son?" I asked him.

"I'm fine, Dad, how are you feeling?"

"I like the way I feel," I replied. "Are your arms getting tired where you have them?"

"Yes, it's a bit uncomfortable."

"Here, try this to see if it feels better," I said as I took his two big hands and placed them on my bare hairy thighs. "Is that better?"

"Yes, that's much, much better."

I looked down. When I put his big hands on the tops of my thighs, I placed them palm down. His thumbs were resting on the inside of my thighs, very close to my balls. I liked what was happening. I was already horny and my big 19-centimeter cock was stretching my shorts. I'd like him to move them and touch my little puckered hole, I penetrate myself with toys while masturbating sometimes. I knew he wouldn't do that. The more I felt his hands on me, the more I wanted him to feel me. I rested my hands on his. It felt very innocent. I started rubbing the tops of his big hands. Just like any father would, but I had something different in mind. I looked at my wife. I liked the idea of my son's hands on me with my wife right there. As I rubbed his hands, I tried to move them down my thighs a little. He gave me no resistance. Now his big hands were in the opening of my baggy shorts and his big toes were still on my bare thighs. I lifted up a little so that I could pull the opening of my shorts a little. His hands moved. I looked down and could see my swollen balls. His thumbs were so close to touching them. I lifted his right hand and placed it on my hairy sac. He left his hand there. I spread my legs a little. When I did, his big hand fell between my legs. I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my little entrance. My son's big hand was now in my slit, covered in sweaty hair from the heat and excitement of the moment. I could feel that I was wet. I wanted more. When I took my hand away, he left his hand on me. He wasn't moving or anything. He was just letting his hands rest on my flashing little hole. I waited for him to start moving his fingers. Nothing. Maybe he was afraid. I knew how to fix that.

I took his hand and moved it around my thirsty little hole. When I knew his thumbs were above the little entrance, I pressed his hand against my hole and slowly slid his thumbs between my slit and the wrinkled skin. I kept moving his hand until I could feel the tips of his thumbs just touching the top of the lips of my sweat-soaked entrance. Finally, I felt him try to move his hand further into my entrance. When I took my hand away, my son left his hand in my asshole. I lifted my hips, hooked my thumbs on either side of my shorts and pulled them down to my knees. As soon as I did, I felt Maycon move his big hand so that he could stick his thumbs in me. My shorts prevented me from opening my legs so that he could really feel me. Before I could move my hand to take off my shorts, Maycon used his other hand and started pulling them down around my ankles. I lifted my leg so that he could take them off completely. I spread my legs as wide as I could. That was all he needed. I was so wet with sweat and lust that he shoved two fingers into my thirsty little hole at once. I let out a low moan.

"Are you all right?" my wife asked me. She was looking at me. I smiled and said: "I'm fine; I thought it would be a problem sitting on my son's lap, but it's really not. This isn't going to be such a bad trip."

Here I was talking to my wife with my son's fingers in my ass. "How long until we stop?"

"I don't want to stop until I've gone a bit further"

"And you, Maycon, can you go a little further?"

"Yes, Dad. I can go much further."

"Good," I replied. "The further we go, the more I like it."

"That's fine with you, isn't it, dear?" I asked my wife.

"Yes, I like the idea of not stopping." She replied.

I turned and looked at my son: "Me too. I don't want you to stop."

"Maycon?" my wife asked my son: "How are you with your father on your lap?"

"No problem, Mom, Dad keeps moving around so that a position doesn't get uncomfortable. He gets up from time to time to relieve the pressure." While my son talked to his mother, he sank his fingers further into my little hole and I masturbated my throbbing cock.

Maycon was starting to move his thumbs in and out of me and jerking me off at the same time. I had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning. I pressed my hand against his. I pushed his hand hard into my entrance. I wanted him to know that I wanted him to go deep inside me. He got the idea and sank his thick thumbs into me as deep as he could. I began to move my hips to the rhythm of his thumbs. I looked at my wife. It was a good thing the TV was blocking her view. If she could see her son with his thick thumbs up Dad's little hole, I don't really know what she would do. My whole body was starting to respond to his thumbs. Without warning, he pulled his thumbs out of me. I was disappointed. It didn't last long. My son started to lift up my shirt. As he took my shirt off, I could feel the cool air from the car's air conditioning. This made my pointy nipples even harder.

I was totally naked for my son to do whatever he wanted with me. He started running his big hands up and down my hairy body. He began to caress my two pointy nipples. He kept holding them with his big hands. I slammed my back into his chest, so that he could press my nipples even harder, and I rolled over in his lap, full of desire.

I lifted my hips and fit better on his gigantic cock, bouncing like a slut. My son understood why.

He reached down to unzip his shorts. I had to stand up so he could reach. I heard him open the elastic of his shorts. I still had his big cock throbbing, trapped under my ass. I raised my hips even more.

"All right, darling?" My wife asked. "Are you getting uncomfortable on our son's lap? Do you want me to stop so you can get more comfortable?"

As Maycon pulled down his underwear, I felt his trapped cock loosen. I sat on him. His extremely thick and throbbing cock was pressing against the back of my bare ass.

"No, it's all right, darling. If I move well, I think I'll be very comfortable. And you Maycon. Is there anything you need to do to get more comfortable? Is there anything you need me to do?"

Maycon put his big hands on either side of my hips. "If you can, Dad, lift up a little so I can position myself better." I understood what my son was saying.

I raised my ass in the air as high as I could. I felt one of his big hands come off my hip. I knew what he was doing with it. I started to lower myself onto Maycon. I felt the swollen, leaking pre-cum of his monstrous cock at my entrance, lubricating it with the pre-cum that was leaking out of me uncontrollably. I lowered myself further. His throbbing nerve slid into my thirsty little hole, stretching it completely. While I was lowering myself onto my son's cock, his extremely thick prick was opening and skinning the walls of my tight bowels. I moaned. I couldn't help it.

My wife looked at me, "Are you sure you don't want me to stop?"

As I lowered myself until I felt my son's monstrous cock reach the bottom of my tight bowels. "No, no, don't stop, I want you to continue. I'm fine for the next half hour or so. And you, Maycon, are you okay for the next half hour?"

"Yes, Dad, when you sat on me, I positioned myself so I wouldn't have any problems. I just need to get up for a minute. Is that all right?"

"Do you want me to get up with you?"

"No. Just stay on my lap and I'll lift you up with me." Saying that, my son lifted his hips, shoving his monstrous cock deeper into me. I almost came at that moment.

"Here, let me get a bit more comfortable." I wiggled my ass back and forth, making his throbbing nerve move further inside me. As I rode my son's throbbing cock, I looked at my wife. Maycon was still thrusting his missile frantically into me as hard as he could. "If she only knew. Here I am naked, fucking my son with my wife right next to me. "When do you think we'll be able to visit Maycon after he's settled into his dorm?"

"Well, with my workload, it'll be hard to get away, but it's not such a long trip, you can visit him without me." My wife said.

Talking to my wife, with my son's cock inside me made me even hornier. "I understand, don't feel bad about not coming whenever I do. I'll come as often as I can. Is that okay with you, Maycon?"

My wife looked at me, "Are you sure you don't want me to stop?"

"Yes, Dad, when you sat on me, I positioned myself so I wouldn't have any problems. I just need to get up for a minute. Is that all right?"

"Do you want me to get up with you?"

"No. Just stay on my lap and I'll lift you up with me." Saying that, my son lifted his hips, shoving his monstrous cock deeper into me. I almost came at that moment.

"Well, with my workload, it'll be hard to get away, but it's not such a long trip, you can visit him without me." My wife said.

Talking to my wife, with my son's cock inside me made me even hornier. "I understand, don't feel bad about not coming whenever I do. I'll come as often as I can. Is that okay with you, Maycon?"

"Dad, you can come as much as you want. In fact, the more you come, the more I'll like it." When he'd finished saying this softly in my ear, he thrust hard into my bowels. "How long do you think you'll come?" he asked.

"soon, Maycon, soon," I said as I rolled over frantically and jerked myself off steadily.

I started moving my ass back and forth on his monstrous cock. The only part of me that moved was my ass. I kept my head still so that my wife wouldn't notice what we were doing.

I felt an orgasm coming on. I took Maycon's big hands off my hips and pressed one against my nipple and the other on my cock, jerking frantically. My son's cock in me, his hands on my nipple and jerking me violently were too much. I felt wave after wave hit me. All I could do was tense my body. It lasted a good few seconds. It was the longest orgasm I've ever had. My cock spurted thick, boiling sperm all over my chest, hitting my face, neck and his big hand. Exhausted, I lay back on my son's chest. He hadn't finished with me yet. He kept ramming his monstrous cock into me like an animal in heat. His legs remained straight. My son started to come in me. I could feel him filling me deep with boiling, gooey cum, jets of it. It was so hot. I remained motionless until he emptied his reproductive ova into me. We were both exhausted.

"There's a sign indicating a place to eat about sixteen kilometers from here. Are you hungry?" My wife said.

"Yes, Mom, I could use something to eat," said Maycon. I turned and looked at Maycon. He was smiling at me. "What about you, Dad? Do you think you could eat something?"

"I'm quite happy, but I think I could have a hot dog or something."

I bent down to pick up my shorts, which had ended up on the carpet of the car. As I bent down to pick it up, I felt my son's big cock come out of me. I put my feet on the legs of my shorts and pulled them up. Just before I lifted my ass a little to pull it over my now flaccid dick, my son reached out and stuck his finger in me again. I slapped his big hand playfully. He took his spurting finger out of me, put it in his mouth, sucked on it and I pulled up my shorts. I started to put my shirt back on. I felt my son slip his big cock back into his shorts.

"After we've eaten, how long is the journey?" I asked my wife.

"About two hours. Do you think you can do it for another two hours?"

"I know I don't care," I said to my wife. "If Maycon can stand it, I can sit on his lap for another two hours. And you, Maycon. Do you mind if your father sits on your lap for another two hours?"

"Well, the first two hours went pretty quickly. I imagine the next two hours will be just as fast or even faster."

"I thought at least one of you would be complaining by now." My wife said

"I don't have any complaints, do you son?"

"Dad, I wouldn't complain even if the trip lasted much longer."

Thanks son, I'll try to make the next two hours great for you."

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