Chapter 2: Driving With My Mom

My mom was waiting for me when I got out of my last class for the day. Fortunately this was one of those days I finished early so I was able to attend everything and still have enough time for the drive back to Pittsburgh. My stuff was already packed so all I had to do was go to my room and change quickly. No way was I wearing this long skirt home. It was bad enough to have to dress like a nun at school, I wasn’t about to suffer any longer than necessary.

Brenda was still at class when I got in the room so I hurried and undressed. God it felt so good to get out of that damn underwear, especially the bra. Panties I could live with but bras are the worst thing ever invented - and by a man I’m sure. OK, so some women needed them for support but for those of us who don’t, why are we forced to put on those harnesses? Thank God these days there were more options and some of them actually weren’t too bad, but still, why wear anything if you didn’t have to?

I had been debating all morning what to wear home. While I would’ve loved to have put on some short shorts and a tank top, if I was caught walking around campus, even just to the car, it could lead to disciplinary actions. Seeing how I’d already had enough warnings, sooner or later it wouldn’t be overlooked which could lead to some serious issues, even dismissal. Instead, I chose a short pleated skirt that didn’t come quite half way down to my knees. It was totally against the dress code as well, but it wouldn’t be as noticeable at first like the shorts would have been. Then I picked out a tight white cami. Without a bra my nipples showed through and there was even a hint of darkness where they pressed against the fabric so I put on a blouse over top until I got in the car. With that I was ready so I grabbed my bag and purse and hurried to my mom’s car.

“Sort of pushing it today, aren’t you?” my mom teased after greeting me, “I thought you were on like your last warning notice or something from that last letter they sent us.”

She was referring to the letter the school administration had sent my parents when I was warned yet again about my “inappropriate” attire. Really, at nineteen I was old enough that I didn’t need letters sent home to my parents but those were the rules. It was so stupid too. Yes, I knew the skirt was short but I honestly thought it was long enough to get by. Well, not according to the damn ruler. In any case, I just rolled my eyes at her and grinned and then we both laughed. As much as she tried to act as the “responsible parent” when it came to things like school dress codes, she’d learned years ago that I loved to dress slutty and even though I’d toned it down a LOT at college, there were still times I liked to see what I could get away with.

We drove down the winding country roads, chatting about how things had been going at home for her and school for me. We talked most every day on the phone not to mention e-mail and chat so it wasn’t like we had all that much to catch up on. Finally there was a lull in out discussion and for a few minutes the car was silent as she negotiated the road. As I laid my head back and closed my eyes, I could feel that “itch” I always got when I was horny. Of course I’d masturbated this morning before class but in my rush to get out I’d skipped my usual after-class session and my pussy was reminding me in not too subtle ways. Almost without even thinking about it, I put my hand down between my legs and lifted my skirt up high enough to get my finger on my exposed clit. Instinctively my hips rose up just a bit as I drew in a sharp breath when my finger landed directly on my clit.

“Been a while, eh?” my mom interrupted me, a slit chuckle to her voice. With my concentration broken I turned my head to look at her, keeping my hand between my legs.

“You could say that,” I sighed.

“So when was the last time you got laid?” she asked matter-of-factly, as if asking me when I had my last period.

I explained to her that actually it hadn’t been THAT long, only about three weeks or so. In fact, it was pretty hot in that it was with my roomies married brother AND it was the first time she and her brother had done it as well. I’d told her about it not long afterwards, just as I have always told her about most everything I do. Still, three weeks is a long time to go without sex so no wonder I was horny as hell.

“Well, I guess I can understand why you can’t wait to do that until we get home,” she nodded, “Go ahead, I’ll just listen to some music until you’re done.”

It was great to have a mother like mine. Some mothers would have been horrified if their daughter started to masturbate in front of them period, let alone in the car next to them. Fortunately I’d been raised in an environment where masturbation was considered a natural human function no different than eating if you get what I mean. EVERYONE does it, or at least almost everyone, so why make a big deal out of it? If you feel the need, then do the deed my dad always says. Well, I definitely felt the need!

We had made our way to the expressway by now but the way my mom drove, she was always in the right hand lane and almost never passed anyone. Thus with me in the passenger seat it was unlikely that anyone would see what I was doing so I pulled the skirt up more to be more comfortable. The coolness of the soft leather seat under my bare bottom felt so good! I leaned the seat back a bit and spread my legs enough to let my hand cup my crotch without being pinched between my thighs.