The back seat of our packed car was the last place I wanted to be. With boxes and suitcases filling every inch of space, the only spot left was on my mom's lap. I groaned as I squeezed myself into the small space, my thighs pressing against her soft middle.
"Looks like someone's got the big, manly thighs in the family," my sister teased from the driver's seat, her eyes never leaving the road. "No wonder mom's so comfortable."
I rolled my eyes, but mom just laughed, her hands resting on my chest. "Oh, it's not so bad," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I always did enjoy being close to my boys."
I shifted in my seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. But every time I moved, mom's hands seemed to "accidentally" brush against my chest. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, and I couldn't help but notice the way she was looking at me - a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Isn't this cozy?" she purred, her breath hot on my ear.
I tried to focus on the road, but it was hard with mom's seductive behavior. She kept whispering dirty jokes in my ear, making it impossible for me to ignore her. I could feel my face growing hot, and I knew I needed to stay focused if we were going to make it to our new house in one piece.
But mom wasn't making it easy. She kept trying to "help" me drive, her hands resting on the steering wheel and bringing us even closer. I could feel her breath on my neck, and I knew I needed to put a stop to this before things got out of hand.
"Hey, sis," I said, trying to keep my voice casual. "Can you maybe turn up the music or something? I'm having a hard time focusing."
My sister glanced back at us, a playful scolding on her lips. "Keep it PG back there, you two," she said. "I don't need any distractions while I'm driving."
Mom pouted, but she eventually surrendered, her hands returning to her lap. But that didn't stop her from making playful insults towards my sister.
"Oh, lighten up," she said. "A little fun never hurt anyone."
My sister just shook her head, a smile on her lips. "You're such a horny old lady," she teased. "I'll pull over if I have to."
Mom laughed, but she didn't stop her attempts to seduce me. She kept making playful comments and insults, telling me to "stop being such a prude" and that "I'll have to teach you a thing or two when we get to the new house."
I couldn't help but smile, despite the tension building in the back seat. It was going to be an interesting move, that was for sure.
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