Sitting on My Son's Lap

It was August. The heat in Coimbatore was already heavy by morning. Meena, her husband Suresh and their son Karthik spent the early hours packing the car. Karthik was leaving for college in Bengaluru. The five-hour drive would take them through the ghats and the long stretches of highway.

Everyone was sweating. The boot was already full. The back seat had almost no space left. Karthik went back into the house for the last of his things. When he came out he was carrying his 42-inch flat-screen television.

“Where are you going to put that?” Suresh asked.

“I don’t know, Appa, but I don’t want to leave it. Maybe we can shift a few things in the back.”

Meena looked into the rear seat. “It’s not possible, kanna. There is no room.”

Karthik peered inside and then said, “We can put it in the middle of the front seat.”

“Then where will Amma sit?” Suresh asked.

Karthik thought for a moment, then opened the passenger door, placed the television carefully in the centre of the front seat and sat down himself. “See, there is space. Amma, you sit next to me.”

Meena tried. She could sit, but the door would not close properly. She was not a large woman – five feet tall and around forty-eight kilos – but her son already stood over six feet and weighed nearly ninety kilos. He took up most of the seat.

“It’s not me taking the space, it’s you,” she said. “This will not work. Leave the TV. When we come to visit we will bring it.”

“No, Amma. I need it.”

“Decide quickly, Karthik. It is too hot to stand outside.”

He looked at her. “Then you sit on my lap.”

Suresh raised his eyebrows. “It is a five-hour drive.”

“I know, Appa. But Amma does not weigh much. What do you say, Amma? Will you sit on my lap?”

“All right. I will sit on your lap. But if it becomes too uncomfortable we stop at a hotel or a rest area.” She looked at Suresh. He nodded.

“Fine. Let us finish our baths and leave.”

Meena’s bath was quick. Because she would be sitting on her son’s lap for five hours she wanted to wear something light. Jeans would be too tight and too hot. She looked through her cupboard and found a short cotton frock she had bought last summer. It was sleeveless and buttoned down the front. She put it on and noticed the bra straps showed clearly. She removed the bra and put the frock back on. At thirty-seven her breasts were still firm. The frock ended mid-thigh. She slipped on a simple pair of white cotton panties, checked herself once in the mirror and thought, For the mother of an eighteen-year-old I still look fine. Suresh still looks at me the same way. He wants me at least four or five times a week.

The car horn sounded. She locked the house and walked out. Karthik was already in the seat. She sat on his lap and swung her legs in. The frock rode up high on her thighs. He was wearing loose shorts and a T-shirt. She closed the door.

She was glad she had chosen the frock. She could feel the bare skin of her legs against her son’s bare legs. “How is it?” she asked.

“Fine, Amma. You hardly weigh anything.”

She looked over the television at Suresh. “Do you have enough space to drive?”

“Yes. I can only see your head, though.” He laughed.

Meena shifted slightly on Karthik’s lap. “I don’t mind this at all.”

She switched on the radio. After a while she began to feel something firm pressing against her. She adjusted her position, but it did not go away. Karthik had gone quiet. It was not there when I first sat down. Then she understood. Her son was getting hard. She had not expected that simply sitting on his lap would do it. She could feel it still growing. How big is it going to get? She wondered what he was thinking. Did he realise she could feel it clearly between the cheeks of her backside? She looked down. The frock had ridden higher. She could almost see her panties. Karthik’s hands rested on the seat on either side of her. She wondered if he could see how high the frock had gone. The thought gave her a small thrill. They had been on the road only an hour. Four more hours remained.

Suresh could not see her legs because of the television. Karthik shifted. When he did, his erection settled against the back of her bottom. She found herself wishing he would do something more.

“How are you managing, kanna?” she asked.

“I’m all right, Amma. How about you?”

“I like what I’m feeling.” She paused. “Are your arms getting tired like that?”

“A little.”

“Try this.” She took both his hands and placed them on her bare thighs. “Better?”

“Yes, much better.”

His hands rested high on her thighs, palms down, thumbs close to the edge of her panties. She liked the way it looked. She wished he would move them higher. The longer his hands stayed there the more she wanted them to move. She rested her own hands lightly on top of his, the way any mother might, but her intention was different. She glanced at Suresh. The fact that her son’s hands were on her while her husband sat only a foot away made the feeling stronger. As she stroked the backs of his hands she gently urged them higher. He did not resist. Now his fingers rested on the hem of the frock while his palms stayed on her skin.

She lifted her hips slightly and pulled the frock higher. His hands moved with the cloth. She looked down and could see her panties clearly. His fingertips were very close. She lifted his right hand and placed it directly on the thin cotton covering her. He left it there. She opened her legs a little. His hand settled between them. She pressed it more firmly against herself. She was already wet. When she took her hand away he still did not move. Perhaps he was afraid. She decided to make it clearer.

She guided his hand to the waistband of her panties, pressed his fingers against her skin and slowly slid them underneath. She kept guiding until his fingertips brushed the top of her. She pushed further but the panties were too tight for both their hands. Then she felt him begin to move on his own, searching. She withdrew her hand. He kept his fingers there. She lifted her hips, hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pulled them down to her knees. The moment she did, Karthik moved his hand so he could reach her properly. The panties still limited how far she could open her legs. Before she could remove them completely he used his other hand and tugged them down around her ankles. She lifted one leg so he could take them off fully. She spread her legs as wide as the space allowed. That was all he needed. She was so wet that two of his fingers slid in easily. A low sound escaped her throat.

“Are you all right?” Suresh asked, glancing across.

Meena smiled. “I’m fine. I thought sitting on his lap would be uncomfortable, but it is not. This ride will not be so bad.”

Here she was speaking to her husband while her son’s fingers were inside her. “How much longer until we stop?”

“I want to cover a bit more distance first.”

“What about you, Karthik? Can you manage a little further?”

“Yes, Amma. I can go much further.”

“Good. The further we go the better I like it.” She looked at Suresh. “That is all right with you, isn’t it?”

“Yes. I prefer not to stop too soon.”

She turned her head slightly toward her son. “Me too. I don’t want you to stop.”

Suresh asked, “Karthik, how are you managing with Amma on your lap?”

“No problem, Appa. She keeps shifting so one position does not become uncomfortable. She lifts up now and then to ease the pressure.” While he spoke to his father he pushed his fingers deeper.

Karthik began moving his fingers in and out. Meena had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from making noise. She pressed her hand over his, pushing his fingers harder into her so he would understand she wanted him deeper. He understood and sank them as far as they would go. She began to move her hips in the same rhythm. She looked at Suresh. It was fortunate the television blocked his view. If he could see his son’s fingers buried inside his wife she did not know what he would do. Her whole body was responding. Without warning Karthik withdrew his fingers. She felt the loss immediately, but it did not last. He began unbuttoning her frock from the top. Cool air from the car’s air conditioner touched her skin and made her nipples tighten further. When the last button opened he parted the cloth. The front of her body was completely bare for him.

He ran his hands up and down her. He cupped both breasts and held them firmly. She arched her chest so he could press harder. She lifted her hips and pulled the frock out from under herself. Karthik understood. He lowered his hands and unzipped his shorts. She rose a little so he could free himself. She heard the sound of the zipper. His erection, which had been trapped under her, sprang free. She sat back down. It pressed against the bare skin of her backside.

“Everything all right, Meena?” Suresh asked. “Are you getting uncomfortable? Do you want me to stop so you can adjust?”

As Karthik pushed his underwear down, Meena felt him fully free. She settled back onto him. His hardness pressed against her bare skin.

“No, I’m fine. If I move just right I think I will get very comfortable. What about you, Karthik? Is there anything you need to do to be more comfortable? Anything you need me to do?”

He placed his hands on her hips. “If you raise up a little, Amma, I can position myself better.”

She understood. She lifted herself as high as the limited space allowed. One of his hands left her hip. She knew what he was doing. She began to lower herself again. She felt the head of him at her entrance. She sank further. He slid into her easily, stretching her. A soft moan escaped before she could stop it.

Suresh glanced over. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stop?”

She continued lowering herself until he was fully inside. “No. Don’t stop. I want you to keep going. I’m good for the next half hour at least. What about you, Karthik?”

“Yes, Amma. When you sat back down I positioned myself properly. I just need to rise a little. Is that all right?”

“Do you want me to rise with you?”

“No. Stay on my lap. I will lift you.” He raised his hips, driving deeper. She almost came at once.

“Let me get a little more comfortable.” She moved her hips in small circles, making him shift inside her. While she moved she looked at Suresh. Karthik continued pushing up into her. If only he knew. Here I am completely open, taking my son while my husband sits right next to us.

“How soon do you think we can visit Karthik after he settles in the hostel?” she asked Suresh, keeping her voice steady.

“With my work it will be difficult to get away often, but the drive is not too long. You can go without me.”

Speaking to her husband while her son was buried inside her made the heat worse. “I understand. Don’t feel bad if you cannot come every time. I will go as often as I can. Is that all right with you, Karthik?”

“Amma, you can come as much as you want. In fact the more you come the better I will like it.” He thrust harder. “How soon do you think you will come?”

“Soon, Karthik. Very soon.”

She began rocking her hips back and forth, keeping her upper body still so Suresh would not notice the movement. She felt the orgasm building. She took Karthik’s hands from her hips and pressed them to her breasts. The combination of him inside her and his hands on her was too much. Wave after wave hit her. She could only tense and hold on. It lasted a long time – longer than any she could remember. When it finally eased she leaned back against him, spent. He was not finished. He kept thrusting. His legs straightened. She felt him pulse and then the warm flood as he emptied himself inside her. She stayed still until he was done. Both of them were breathing hard.

Suresh spoke. “There is a board saying a place to eat is about ten kilometres ahead. Are you both hungry?”

“Yes, Appa. I could eat something,” Karthik said. Meena turned and looked at him. He was smiling at her. “What about you, Amma? Think you could eat something?”

“I’m quite full already, but I think I could manage a little something.”

She bent to pick up her panties from the floor mat. When she leaned forward she felt him slip out of her. She stepped into the panties and began to pull them up. Just before they covered her completely Karthik reached over and slid one finger back inside her. She gave his hand a light, playful slap. He withdrew. She pulled the panties into place and began buttoning her frock. She felt him tuck himself away and zip his shorts.

“After we eat, how much longer is the drive?” she asked Suresh.

“About two hours more. Do you think the two of you can manage that?”

“I don’t mind,” she said. “If Karthik can manage, I can sit on his lap for another two hours. What about you, Karthik? Do you mind Amma sitting on your lap for two more hours?”

“The first two hours went quickly. I think the next two will go just as fast, maybe faster.”

Suresh chuckled. “I thought at least one of you would be complaining by now.”

“I have no complaints. Do you, kanna?”

“Amma, I would not complain even if the ride lasted longer.”

“Thank you. I will try to make the next two hours good for you as well.”

They stopped at a small roadside hotel. The air outside was thick with heat and the smell of oil and spices. Suresh ordered meals. Meena and Karthik sat across from him at a wooden table under a tin roof. She could still feel the evidence of what had happened between her legs. Every time she shifted she was reminded. Karthik kept glancing at her when his father was not looking. The small smile he gave her was private.

After the meal they returned to the car. The television went back into the middle of the front seat. Karthik sat first. Meena settled onto his lap again. The frock rode up the same way. This time there was no hesitation. As soon as the car started moving she felt his hands return to her thighs. She did not stop him. Within a few kilometres his fingers were under her panties again. She opened for him without a word. The second half of the journey passed in the same secret rhythm – small movements, careful breathing, the constant awareness of Suresh only an arm’s length away, completely unaware.

By the time they reached the college hostel gates both of them were damp with sweat and something else. Meena’s legs felt unsteady when she finally stood. Karthik looked at her once, a quiet look that held everything that had happened on the road. Then he turned to help unload the car as if nothing unusual had taken place.

Suresh clapped his son on the shoulder. “Call us when you settle in.”

Meena touched Karthik’s arm lightly. “Come home whenever you can. Or I will come.”

He nodded. “I will, Amma.”

The drive back would be quieter. But the five hours they had just shared would stay with both of them long after the car was empty again.