A Bumpy Ride

This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.

Hiya! This story is my version of the popular erotic trope, "Mom sitting on son's lap, while Dad drives." But, since I do not write incest within the nuclear family, for personal reasons, this one is "a mature woman on a young man's lap" story. So fair warning, this story features a cheating wife. Please, alt-back arrow if that upsets you.

And I've set it in a fantasy world, just for the novelty of it. But I have decided against the standard Dark Ages sort of clothing and its layers. Which you'd expect in a medieval story, but I used something a little more ancient Greek in appearance. It shouldn't be hard to figure out why.

A Bumpy Ride

Deanna tossed the last bit of their luggage into the back of the hay wagon, as the sun crested the horizon. They had been packing all night. The massive cart was more of a boat on wheels with its flared sides. It held most of the personal effects of three households. Two big oxen stood in the yoke before it.

She saw Alia come around the covered wagon that led the hay cart. The blonde half-elven woman carried a flat-bottomed water jug. She smiled as she walked past Tomas who stood at the head of the black ox. She filled the water jug that sat in the driver's box on the front of the cart. Alia was an exquisite creature, and it was no secret that she held the favor of Tomas and his twin brother Getty. She'd always figured she'd be attending a wedding, sooner rather than later. Now such a happy thing was doubtful.

Alia then offered the jug to Tomas, who took the jug and drank deeply. Behind her, Tomas' brother Getty hopped from the back of the covered wagon. "It's all lashed down tight. A tornado couldn't move that stuff," he said with a broad smile. The brothers were tall and handsome, with dark hair and eyes.

Deanna smiled. The twin boys were the sons of their former neighbors, not three years gone. Victims of the pox. They were strapping lads and the village's most successful hunters. But for a small strawberry birthmark on Getty's chin, they were identical.

Her husband of twenty years, Dade, straightened his tunic as he stepped from what had been their home. He closed the door reverently. "Are we ready to go?" Dade asked, looking anxious. "We're the last to leave."

Deanna smiled at her husband. "I know hun, but there's just so much of our life here in Buxton, it's hard to say goodbye."

Dade nodded and pointed east. "Yes, but a thousand horrible things are two weeks away and headed towards us. When a war of wizard kings is on the way, the wise, get from the path of annihilation."

He looked back at the charming little home. "Maybe Buxton will be spared. Who knows. When the fighting is done, maybe another family will move in and fill it with life and laughter again."

She sighed. Dade was known for being overly dramatic, but she was certain he wasn't being so in this instance.

Dade stretched. "Okay, I'll take the first day driving the covered wagon. Who's riding, where?"

Tomas smiled at his brother. "Since Getty did the tying down in the wagon, let him ride first, so if it breaks loose on the west road, let it all fall and kill him." He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. "I'll drive the hay cart for the first half of the day, but I'll need some rest afterward. It's been a long night."

Alia laughed. The beautiful young woman was the daughter of a dear friend and sadly, in the summer of her twenty-eighth year, already a widow. Her husband had been killed nearly two years ago by a giant boar while out gathering in the forest. It was Getty and Tomas who led the hunting party that finally brought the great beast to bay, sustaining injuries themselves.

Alia picked up her crossbow and tucked it under her arm. "I'll ride with Dade, and keep an eye out for ambush," she said resolutely.

Dade nodded. He paused and met each of their faces. "I don't think DeMorduk's forces are nearby yet, but the west road has its own dangers, and it's three days to Falkenburg if the road is in decent shape." He slapped the wagon, "If you're riding in the back, get what rest you can. We'll rotate when we stop at midday. Everyone else, keep your eyes peeled. If you see anything, sing out and draw steel."

Tomas hefted his recurved bow and Getty loosened his sword in its sheath, as a reflex.

Dade and the rest of them turned and took a last look at their now-empty village. Just thirty hours ago it was full of busy people and happy children. A thriving farming village of fifty-four residents. Now they had all gone their separate ways. This last group was off to Falkenburg to pick up the boys' aunt and uncle, and then head west towards the Great Sea, and a fresh start.

Deanna couldn't help but be thrilled with the coming adventure, though sad to leave Buxton. At forty-two years old, she'd never imagined that such a journey remained before her. She stepped to the back of the covered wagon, as Dade woke up his team of plow horses. Their tack jingled brightly.

The front of the wagon held her great dining room table and hutch. The grand pieces were part of her dowry and handed down from mother to daughter for six generations. Sadly, there would be no daughter to receive them when Deanna passed, never having had children of her own. Still, she was a great friend to the entire village and every child who could talk, affectionately called her Auntie.

"May I give you a boost up, Auntie?" Getty asked, stepping from behind her.

She gave him a dry look. "I'm not some ancient crone in need of help, young man. I can still get my ass in the back of a wagon without help."

Despite her tone, she smiled at him. She grabbed the iron handle, stepped onto the frame, and hoisted herself up over the open tailgate. She looked back at Getty, with a smug expression, to find him admiring her generous posterior. The pale blue, chiton gown she wore was light and suited the weather. It was sleeveless, plunged in the front, and was worn at knee length.

She was about to comment when the wagon lurched as the horses leaned into the load. Getty hung his sword belt on a small hook on the last bow that stretched the canvas cover. Then he planted his hands on the tailgate and hopped up to end up sitting facing his brother on the hay cart.

He smiled at Tomas and brushed his hands together with a flourish. "And we're off!" he said excitedly.

Tomas smiled. "Just remember our agreement." Getty grinned back at him.

***

Deanna awoke a few hours later. The heat of the day would be upon them soon. In the room remaining in the cart, they were able to lay down a goose-feathered mattress. With the tailgate folded down an adult was able to lay comfortably. Food stores and water barrels were mounted to the outer sides of the wagon, freeing space inside.

It always amazed her when she was able to sleep in the back of a moving, bouncing, jingling wagon when they did their occasional traveling. But, when you're tired enough, she knew, you can sleep through almost anything.

She opened her eyes to see Getty's staring back at her. The look on his face spoke volumes on what he was thinking, and Deanna was wise enough to recognize it.

"Who are you, to look at me so?" she whispered. "Save those longing looks for your lovely half-elf." Deanna nodded toward the front of the wagon.

"I am the man whose window has faced your bathing tub for four years. And well you know it, Auntie."

She sniffed and waved her hand dismissively. "I was not in control of where my husband drilled the well, nor how often you found cause to be at an upper window that could see over our fence." Her eyes narrowed. "So... which of you boys has been putting a smile on Alia's face. It is good to see it finally after losing her husband. It is time she moved on."

Getty's eyes held hers. "An elf woman's lusts are not so easily sated. Even one with only half-elven blood." He let the thought hang.

She covered her mouth, lest her smile seem inappropriate. "You mean... you both?"

The handsome young man just smiled knowingly.

"Oh, my word," Deanna whispered but she couldn't help imagining those two men and Alia, grappled together in the dark. A tingle between her legs made her squirm.

The cart jolted violently, tossing Getty nearly on top of her. Their eyes locked and she felt his breath on her face. His lips were so close to hers. "I have dreamed of being with you, Deanna," he whispered.

Before she could reply another violent jolt made them both scramble to sitting positions, on either side of the cart.

Deanna looked forward but her view was entirely blocked by the furniture. "Dade, what's wrong?" she called out to her husband. She heard him curse loudly.

"Those early storms we had, have damaged the road. A lot of water moved over it from high ground to low. It's not muddy, thank the gods, but it is rutted and rough."

Beside her, Getty stood and looked over the table, only to be tossed to the right by the bouncing cart. His body leaned over Deanna as he caught himself on the wagon's bows.

Not meaning to, Deanna glanced up under Getty's tunic to find him without his breechclout. His cock hung just inches away. She caught her breath and forced her eyes away. It was no real surprise. When traveling and having to do one's business beside a road, it is common to be without undergarments, just for the ease of it. Deanna herself was as well. "How far does it look bad?" she asked.

Getty glanced down at her. "Far. The water drained along the roadway for some miles."

A rut caused the cart to lurch, and it threw her against the side of the cart painfully. "Can we ride in the grass alongside?!"

She heard her husband curse. "No, blast it, it's still muddy there. We'd risk getting stuck. Especially the big hay cart. There are deep ruts from those who tried it before we came by. We're just going to have to hang on and get through it. Both wagons are in good nick, so we should be fine."

Getty settled back down on the mattress and sat back against the side of the wagon. He stretched out his long legs and pushed against the other side, wedging himself so he wouldn't get tossed about.

Deanna wasn't fortunate enough to have such long legs. She hung gamely onto the side of the wagon and one of the ropes that tied down her table. Both pieces were covered in old blankets, to protect the finish. She used the blanket to cover the rope so she wouldn't get abraded by it. Despite her best efforts she still got thrown around quite a bit.

Suddenly the cart lurched violently, eliciting a loud curse from Dade and a screech from Alia. Deanna was thrown clear to the other side of the cart. Getty's arm shot around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. His strong right arm was around her belly and held her tightly against him.

"I appreciate the timely rescue," she gasped. "I thought I'd get my brains dashed out." She looked at the tight bindings holding the furniture before them. She looked over her shoulder at his face. "Your lashings have been proven sound, Getty. Thank you."

She could see he was concentrating on maintaining his grip on the wagon's side and keeping his feet wedged to keep them both secure. She heard him grunt from the effort. She relaxed in his arms and didn't struggle as each bump bounced her on his lap.

After twenty minutes, the road flattened a bit. The cart rolled along more easily. "Everyone, take a breather and relax for a few minutes. It gets bad again in about a mile," Dade hollered back. The relief in his voice was obvious.

Deanna tried to move off Getty, but he held her tight. "You might as well sit still. You're hardly a load, and you'll just get bounced around again."

She looked back at him with a wry expression. "Hardly a load, am I?" Deanna knew she had a robust figure, with a generous bust and posterior. Something her husband and men before him had always enjoyed. But she knew he was right and scooted back against his chest as the cart crept along.

It wasn't very long before she noticed a hard lump under her ass. She glanced back to see Getty's pained expression and stifled a laugh. "Do you need to re-adjust something, young man?"

Getty's face colored and he groaned. "Yes, ma'am."

Deanna slid forward on his legs and turned away. She felt him move as his hands adjusted what needed adjusting through his tunic, into a more comfortable spot. She slid back. "Better?" she asked with a giggle. She could feel his stiff cock pressing against her left buttock.

She thought it felt remarkably good. The thought that such a virile young man could get aroused by having an older woman like her on his lap made her feel strangely pleased. There was a tingle between her legs again.

After five minutes or so she felt his right hand move up from her middle. It crept up slowly as if he thought she might not notice, or perhaps to heighten his own anticipation. Just as his fingers touched the bottom of her right breast, she pulled his hand gently back down to her middle without a comment. But within five minutes the hand restarted its ascent.

She glanced at the back of the cart and noticed the recent jolting had loosened the bindings that held the rear curtains open. They now flapped gently in the breeze, and she could see Tomas in the hay cart behind them, only in brief glimpses.

When Getty's right hand touched her breast, she knew she should shut him down, but the wetness between her legs gave the opposite counsel. "What do you think you're doing, young man?" she asked. When she did not admonish him, Getty raised his hand to cup her large breast and gave it a loving squeeze.

She felt his breath ragged in her ear. "What I have dreamed of for so long." If truth were to be told, she had had similar thoughts about the boys herself. Fantasies that had fueled her masturbatory efforts on nights when Dade was away at the market, or taking his turn standing watch over the village's stock as they were moved from pasture to pasture.

She felt his cock twitch against her ass and couldn't help but shimmy a bit, teasing the young man. His hand tightened on her tit and she felt her nipple harden against his palm.

"You are not being a gentleman, Getty," she whispered urgently.

Emboldened by her acceptance of his attentions, he kissed the bare skin of her shoulder blade next to the strap of her dress. "And well I know it, Auntie."

Deanna shivered as his hand slid through the arm opening of her chiton and groped at her naked breast. His thick fingers danced over her plump nipple, and she had to stifle a moan. "Oh, Getty. You shouldn't."

He squeezed her big tit firmly and kissed the back of her neck. He briefly removed his left hand from the side of the cart and shifted her body on his, moving both of her legs off to his left side. His hand slid off her tit, and it again held her hip tightly.

"Hang on again, everybody," cried Alia from the front of the cart. The cart began to jostle and lurch as the road got bad again.

Deanna was able to wedge the heel of her sandal in a divot in the cart's floorboards, where there was an iron ring bolt. She pushed back against her bound table and grasped the ropes again with her right hand.

There was nothing for her to grab with her left hand and said so. Getty grinned. "I've got you. Hold this." He moved her hand to the rigid bulge beneath his tunic.

Deanna pulled her hand away as if it had been scalding hot. "Oh, you filthy man," she exclaimed.

"What's that Dee?" her husband called from the front of the cart. "I can't hear you very well." He spoke true. Between the jingle of the tack, the stomping of the livestock, and the loud bangs from the bouncing cart, it was a wonder he'd heard anything.

"Nothing dear. It's just getting a little dusty back here. We'll be filthy by mid-day," she said loudly.

Dade kept his attention on what he was doing and didn't reply.

The cart continued down the rutted road, and Deanna's hand fell back down to Getty's lap. She hadn't meant to, she told herself, it had just happened. His cock was hard and thick. Getty's breath caught in his throat, and he bit his bottom lip as her hand began stroking him slowly.

Deanna looked everywhere but at Getty. She examined the ropes and the ties for the canvas top. Her bottom bounced on his thick muscular thigh, and he must have taken the opportunity when her weight was shifted to pull up his tunic. Suddenly she was petting his bare cock.

It stood up proudly and she lifted her hand away after giving him a fierce look. There was a smear of his precum on the palm of her hand. He grinned back wickedly. "Where else would you like it, Auntie?" he laughed. Getty set his feet tightly against the cart side and pushed back, locking his body in place. He slid his left hand up over her knee and beneath her pale blue chiton dress. He could see sweat beaded up in the cleavage of her beautiful big tits.

His hand continued sliding up her dress until she pushed her left hand down on it to prevent it from traveling further. She set her jaw and looked over her shoulder. "Dade? How much longer is the road bad?" She yelled.

"It looks like it's gonna be another couple of miles yet, love," Dade yelled back.

Gettys insistent fingers continued probing until they found her pussy. They caressed through her thick bush until his fingertips probed at her slick hole. "Oh, Getty," she whispered. Her left leg fell to the side giving the young man better access. His thick finger entered her easily and her head fell back, and she moaned softly. Her hand found the hot iron bar of his cock again. Getty moaned in her ear. "I want to be inside you, Auntie." His plunging fingers defeated the last of her resolve and knew she wanted that too. She was starting an amazing adventure and to start it with such abandon made her heart race. The idea of touching this man just a few feet from her husband made her hands shake.

Deanna took a deep breath and slid down Getty's legs, out of reach of his hands. She sighed and got up on her knees, holding on wherever she could as the cart bounced beneath them. She hiked up her dress beneath her tits and she heard the young man gasp when he beheld her big plump ass. "Oh, Auntie."

Deanna slid backward until she felt his hard cock slide under her perineum. Getty smiled when he felt the wetness between her legs.

She gripped his knees tightly as she maneuvered her body so that his cockhead was poised at her slick opening. Slowly she sank down on his lap until his cock was fully sheathed within her. She took great deep breaths as his thick cock stretched her pussy and she reveled in the wanton pleasure of it. She'd never admitted this but she'd long desired to feel either of the twins pumping up into her. Both even. Her heart raced as she sat up, grasping the side of the cart tightly.

Neither of them moved. There was no need. The bouncing of the cart took care of that, bouncing her ass up and down before Getty's wide eyes. His cock stretched her wonderfully, filling her fiercely, over and over. Every bounce forced a 'huh!' from her lips which were muffled well by the ambient sounds.

"Oh, Auntie," she heard Getty moan loudly.

"Keep your mouth shut," Deanna said through gritted teeth. "We mustn't be... ohh... heard."

"Then turn around and face me," she could hear the smile in his voice. "Put something in my mouth to keep me quiet."

Deanna flexed her hips down on his cock and answered honestly. "Oh, it feels too good to move. Every bump is just... heavenly."

Suddenly Getty began to moan loudly. Shocked, Deanna straightened up on her knees and whirled to face him. She straddled his lap and felt his cock pushing into her labia. She glared at the young man.