“Gia, get in the car!” My mother bellowed. “We have to leave now!”

“Mom, our car is too small! Where the heck am I supposed to sit with all this stuff in the back!”

It was our yearly summer road trip to Alan’s family beach house. Like always, my hoarder of a mother liked to over-prepare for things by bringing more than what was needed. In the back of our small sedan were cases and cases of clothes, water, food, snacks, and especially toilet paper.

“Hmm, it is true that we have too much stuff,” a stern voice calls from behind. “Maybe Gia’s right. Let’s leave some things at the house and―”

“Absolutely not!” Mom shot back. “If we’re going out on an eight-hour ride, I want us to have every commodity possible. What if we get stranded in the woods somewhere with no phone signal or internet?”

That was my mother being paranoid again. I turned around to greet the sound of the voice. It was Alan, my mother’s ridiculously hot boyfriend. With his lean, muscular build and bright brown hair, it was hard to believe that this man was nearly twice my age.

Mom must have won the lottery in secret to have seduced such an impressive male specimen. I often found myself blushing in public because people often mistook him as my boyfriend, considering how hunky and young the tall man looked.

“How about you two just go without me,” I suggested. “I mean, I’m 18- years-old and I’m more than capable of taking care of the house on my own.”

“There’s no way you aren’t coming with us, Gia,” Mom answered. “This is your last year before you’re off to college. Who knows if we’ll ever be able to do this again!”

I heaved out a long sigh. I’ve lived with her for long enough to know that she won’t change her opinion no matter what I say or do.

“If you don’t get rid of the stuff in the back, Gia will barely have enough room to sit,” Alan added. “I don’t want my baby girl uncomfortable for eight straight hours, ya know?”

His words are enough to make Mom pause. That's the thing about the right man in the house. When he says something, good girls do it. Mom is no exception.

“Here’s an idea then,” Mom said. “How about Gia sits in the back with you? Problem solved.”

“Sit in the back with me?” Alan frowned. “Are you kidding? Haven’t you been listening to what I’ve said?”

“No, dear, you’re not understanding what I mean. All we have to do is move some things to the passenger seat so that you have enough room to sit. Then Gia can sit on your lap and everything will be nice and settled.”

“Hold on, you want her to sit on my lap!? Why can’t she sit on yours!?” “Because I’ll be the one driving.”

“The hell should you drive for? It’s my family’s beach house we’re traveling to.”

“And? Alan, whenever you’re on the road, I don’t feel safe. Who knows if you’ll drive like a maniac like last time.”

“THAT HAPPENED ONE TIME!”

I remembered that day. It was last year during our road trip. Alan was on the wheel in an empty road and thought it would be a fun idea to put his foot down on the gas pedal. The sudden burst of speed was enough to jolt my mother and I awake. It lasted only a few seconds but my mother made sure that he remembered it for the rest of his life.

“Fine then,” Alan said, giving in to my mother’s demands. “I’ll sit in the back with ya Gia. But don’t make this any more uncomfortable than it needs to be, ya hear?”

“Um, excuse me,” I added. “Shouldn’t I have a say in the matter?”

The two of them looked at me as if they had little to no interest in what I had to say. I decided then it would be best to continue on with the trip with no further interruptions. But even though my mother had her way, I found it odd that Alan was so quick to agree with her. Usually, they would banter for far longer than this.

Whatever the case, I took my seat over Alan’s thighs and closed the car door behind me.

Mom started the car and I wiggled my bum over Alan’s lap. As comfortable as my summer dress was, I still found it difficult to find a good position to sit on.

“Gia, you moving too much,” Alan said to me. “Stay still already, will you?” “I’m sorry. It’s just so uncomfortable sitting on your lap.”

“That’s odd. You didn’t say so when you were younger. I remembered you used to enjoy sitting on my lap.”

“T-That was a long time ago!” I blushed. “I-I’m eighteen now and I deserve to be treated as such!”

“Not going to happen,” Alan chuckled. “You’ll always be my baby girl whether you like it or not.”

His large arms wrap around my waist to hold me steady. I found my cheeks reddening as the big man held me tightly like a boy did his stuffed animal. Sure, it was embarrassing that I was sitting on his lap like an infant. But thinking about it now, Alan’s warm body didn’t just feel comfortable. It felt right. It was difficult to explain but I somehow felt safe and protected with his hot body over me.

For the next hour or so, I sat comfortably while listening to Mom and Alan argue back and forth with one another. It was such a shame. Mom didn’t deserve a man like him. How and why he bothered staying with her was impossible to understand. And the more I thought about it, the more I found myself drifting away into my dreams. Before long, my eyes had shut and I was sleeping in Alan’s large arms.

I awake when the car makes an abrupt stop. My drowsy eyes peek around to see that we were parked outside a rundown gas station in the middle of nowhere. Outside was Mom, pumping gas into the vehicle. Beneath me was Alan, probably resting as well. Knowing my mother, she probably wasn’t going to allow him to drive even if she was tired and exhausted.

There was a blanket over me and I was grateful for the courtesy. I cuddled up next to Alan, deciding it would be best if I returned to sleep. But when I feel something hard poking against my thigh, my body freezes up and my eyes go wide.

It takes me a while to realize that it was his penis, partly because I refused to believe it was true. After all, how could he have such lewd feelings about me? I was his baby girl, his precious little sweetheart. What kind of man could have an erection over a girl like that?

I was no longer sleepy. All I could think about was Alan’s achingly hard cock angled neatly against my bum. Mom returns to the car and starts up the engine.

“You alright, Gia?” Mom called out, realizing that I was awake. “We still have some hours to go.”

“Y-Yeah, Mom,” I answered. “I-I’m fine.”

I’m fine? Was that the truth? The more I thought about his perversions, the giddier I was starting to feel. Giddy? No, I was straight up aroused. The one man in the world who should never have such thoughts about me was actually having them! It was so hot, so wrong, so taboo that I couldn’t help but get horny.

With that in mind, I figured I would enjoy the moment for a little bit longer. He was taking a nap anyway, so where was the harm in a bit of fun? I wiggled my butt backward, this time laying my pussy directly on top of where his boner was. It felt so good as I imagined what it’d feel like to actually have him fuck my pussy.

There was a bump on the road, causing me to bounce on his lap. For a split second, I felt the imprint of his cock pressing firmly against my swollen clit. Immediately, I felt a reaction in my body and I knew then that I wanted even more.

What on earth was I thinking? I began rubbing and grinding myself against Alan’s large and powerful body. It was pretty fucked up that I was pleasuring myself with my mother so close by. But with the windows wide open and given how safe of a driver she was, I knew that her attention would be focused only on the road rather than what was happening in the back.

I’m so blinded by my own self-indulgent behavior that I don’t notice the creeping hands wrapping gently around my thighs until I feel them running up my skirt. When that happens, I feel my heart skip a beat. My body refuses to budge as I realize that Alan was fully aware of what I was doing!

It was like a horrible dream. Besides the humming of the road, the car was in total silence. Mom was the only one oblivious to the ongoings of the backseat. Having been caught grinding against his crotch, there was no doubt that he would punish me. Would it be a spanking? Or would he tell my mother? Either way, I was going to be totally humiliated by the time this trip was over.

“Don’t stop, baby girl,” said a soft voice in my ear. “Keep going. I like it.”