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Grace scoffed loudly when she read the email on her laptop. She was sitting in the back of the bus next to her son. They were halfway to their destination, and at the current moment, the bus was in the hot desert of Arizona.

"What happened?" Billy asked.

She kept her eyes down on her laptop. "An article I'm working on. Apparently the senior Editor has lost her mind."

"Really? Why?"

Always being a nosy son, Billy glanced down at the computer, and Grace turned it away so he couldn't see.

"You shouldn't be seeing that," she told him.

"Was that porn?"

"Keep it down, would you?" she hissed.

Grace's eyes scanned the rest of the passengers. There were approximately 9 other people there. Most of them were sitting in the middle or the front of the bus. Half were people her own age. The rest were seniors. At this point in the trip, most of them had dozed off.

There was no way anyone would have heard their discussion anyway. The bus was simply too loud and driving fast on the highway.

"Well, what was it?" he asked, a bit more quietly.

Normally, she was always open with her son. She loved sharing details of articles she was working on. And since Billy was a journalism major in college, she decided to fill him in on the latest story she was working on.

She turned the laptop to her son. "My boss sent me these pictures."

"Oh jeez."

Grace reluctantly showed her son images of people having sex.

"I know," she replied. "I was working on a story about sexual harassment that occurs on flights and bus trips. My boss wants me to expand it to include all the different ways that people can have sex in flights or on a bus."

"Sounds like clickbait."

"My point exactly. I'm trying to work out a compromise. I'll deliver the stupid clickbait article on sex in tight spaces, if she'll publish my story on harassment."

"Well, look at the bright side. You're getting paid to watch porn."

Grace sharpened her expression. "As opposed to reading Literotica stories and forgetting to clear history."

"Oh, right," he blushed.

She couldn't resist. She had to tease him about the time his computer broke. So he asked to use her personal bedroom computer to finish an essay he was working on. Unfortunately, some of his 'research' included Literotica stories which would shock most people's conscience.

"Don't be sorry," she smiled. "Just remember to clear your history."

"I told you, it was research."

Her eyebrow arched. "Incest stories?"

"Shhh..." he hissed, with his eyes making sure no one heard. "Someone might hear you."

"That would be unfortunate."

"I'm serious though," he said. "It was for research. Just like how you're looking at sex pictures to research a story."

"My boss just emailed me these pictures."

"That's still research, isn't it? Just like I was doing. You really think I'd read those stories on my own? No way."

She pursed her lips. "Fair point."

Deep down, she didn't really believe him. If Billy was telling the truth, he would have mentioned what his research paper was about. But he didn't. She just accepted the fact that her son liked incest erotica. What else could she do about it?

They went back to doing their own things. Grace worked on her laptop. And Billy seemed as restless as ever. He was an energetic college student and all he could do was look at the view outside. The bus ride was going to last another hour.

"Would you mind looking away from my computer, please?" Grace asked.

"I wasn't spying."

"I know. But I'm about to view something. Don't look at my laptop, okay?"

"Sure, no problem."

Grace clicked an attachment to her email. A video played. In the corner of her eye, she saw her son taking a glance. That was when she closed her laptop.

"I said no looking," she snapped.

"I couldn't help it. When the video played, I had to look. Mom, that was a hardcore porn video."

"No, it wasn't. It was an instructional video."

"What's the difference?"

"This is to teach people," she explained. "Why do you care anyway? I know that you watch it regularly."

He smiled. "I don't know. It just seems funny."

"My boss sent it to me. Research, remember?"

"Your boss must really like researching things."

Grace shook her head. "Not really. What my boss likes is views. Sex sells and gets the most views. So she's pushing me to get this article done in a few days because traffic on our website has been dipping these past few weeks."

"Maybe I can help."

"Excuse me?" she asked in a scolding way.

"You obviously hate this assignment. Let me write it for you. To be honest, I'm excited to see my writings appear on a major news website. It's a dream of mine knowing that so many people are reading what I've written."

"It's a rush. I'll admit. But this breaches ethical boundaries."

"Is anyone going to find out? No. So what ethical violations are there if no one knows?"

Grace shook her head. "Fine. There are moral considerations. Eskort Kız I don't want to read your writings on sex. It'll make me feel... icky."

"What's worse? Reading my sex article? Or you having to finish that article alone? Face it, you're miserable. You're built to write articles on serious issues of the day. Not sex stuff."

That was spot on. She knew he was right. What Grace loved was tackling important topics for her readers. Writing about sex had always made her uncomfortable, and she only had to do it recently because of new management wanting higher internet traffic.

"We'll compromise," she said. "We'll work on it together. How about that?"

He smiled, "Can I type?"

"Be my guest."

Grace handed her laptop to her son. She watched as he put it on his lap and played the video clip. It was of a naked woman riding a guy's lap. It was meant to be educational, but it was extremely arousing nonetheless.

Since they had been traveling together for the past few days, she knew that Billy didn't have much of an opportunity to masturbate. She knew he was pent up. She had enough life experience (and sexual experience) to know when a guy was wound up tight.

"The article is about sex in tight spaces?" he asked.

"Yes. Mile high clubs in an airplane bathroom. Sex in the back of the bus. That sort of thing. My boss say it's feasible. I think it's crazy."

"Well, mom, your boss is right. I'd have to side with her."

"You don't know my boss. She doesn't understand legitimate news or important issues. All she cares about is ratings and views."

"That's called business," he replied, still watching the sex clip on a loop. "And yes, she's right. Sex is possible in such tight spaces."

"Easy for you to say. Men can do it sitting or standing upright. It's women who have to bend and flex and become gymnasts."

"Stand halfway. Right here."

She looked surprised. "You want me to stand halfway, right here, like in a sex position? You want me to model for you?"

"Yes, it's for the story."

"Billy, I'm wearing a skirt. You'd be able to see the shape of my butt."

"So?"

"What do you mean, so?" she asked in disbelief.

"All I'm saying is, you're under new management. And what they want is more views and salacious articles. So if you play ball with them and give them what they want, you'll have more leeway to make your news articles."

The comment made Grace pause. She knew that all along. She just needed to hear someone say it to her in a reassuring way. To give her validation that she won't become a 'sellout,' which was her greatest fear. A duty to her readers was her top priority. And the only way to deliver hard news was to write these fluff pieces first.

"Okay, fine," she said.

"And besides, if you crank out more of these types of article, you might even get a pay raise."

It was a nice thought. "That sounds nice. Every journalist is in need of some extra money."

"Then stand up. In this position."

Billy paused the clip, which showed a woman slightly bending over, with her ass pointed back. He turned the laptop and showed it to his mom.

Grace cringed. But work was work. She grabbed the seat in front of her, which was unoccupied, and lifted herself. She took the same position as the sex performer, letting her butt hang out. She knew she had a great ass. And now, she knew that her son was gazing at it.

"Got what you need?" she asked, refusing to even look at him.

"Yep. It all checks out."

She rolled her eyes at the double meaning. Then she sat down.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Sex in the backseat of a bus would definitely work. Also, you'd make a great model. Just saying."

She rolled her eyes again. "Okay, we'll continue this assignment later, when we aren't trapped next to each other."

Grace clenched her laptop and took it back from her son. When she pulled the laptop back, Billy immediately put his hands across his lap. She knew full well what it meant.

"Are you..." her voice trailed off.

"No, I'm not."

"Is that an erection? From looking at my butt?"

He quickly shook his head. "No way. It's from the video."

"I knew you were pent up," she said, smiling. "But this? I should be freaking out right now, but maybe, just maybe, I'm taking it as a compliment."

He blushed. "Okay, let's pretend this never happened."

"Are you still interested in helping me write it? You had a great point. Maybe you could be my assistant in writing these sex fluff articles. It'll spare me the misery."

"Only if you... nevermind..."

"Tell me. Say it."

He whispered. "Well, I've never, you know, had sex in a tight space or in a public area before. But I know I could write about it... if..."

"Say it."

"If I had more time to analyze the positions. I'd need to know, from a male perspective, how I'd need to turn my body."

She looked at him sharply. "So you want me to pose for you again?"

"It would improve the article."

"Billy, you have an erection."

He looked even more embarrassed. "I meant we could do it later."

Despite the craziness, Grace was a woman who liked to handle things right away. She was a workhorse. In college, she was the girl who stayed up late studying and spent hours perfecting her papers. In her career as a journalist, she was known for her fast production of quality stories.

"How about now?" she asked. "We'll make it quick. No touching. Then hopefully by tonight we'll finish the article and I'll submit it to my boss. That way, we'll have more free time."

He nodded. "Sounds like a plan."

She closed the laptop and stood up partially. She held onto the empty seats in front of her and she scooted her feet, so that she was positioned in front of her son.

The space was tight and her calves were touching her son's legs.

"What do you think?" she asked, knowing Billy was getting a full view of the shape of her butt.

"Incredible."

"The article, I mean."

She wanted to turn around and scold Billy for complimenting her butt, when suddenly, the bus hit a bump, causing her to fall back and land on his lap. No one else in the bus had been affected since they were all sitting. But Grace was now planted firmly on her son's crotch.

Worse, as she attempted to sit upright, she felt herself sitting on her son's massive erection, which bulged through his shorts.

"Oh goodness," she gasped. "I'll move."

Before she could get up, she felt her son's hands gently grab a hold of her shoulders.

"Research, remember?" he said, giving her a light massage. "It's the best way to get a story done. Isn't that what you've always taught me?"

She reached down and slapped his leg. "Legal research. Informational research. Not feeling my butt. And certainly not me sitting on your erection, which is quite massive, I must say."

"Then what are you going to do? Fake the article? Wouldn't that be lying to your readers?"

She paused to think, even as her son held onto her shoulders, and his erection bulged against her ass.

"What are you proposing?" she asked hesitantly.

"Let's see if the positions work. You know, like in those videos your boss sent you. Then we can write an article based on firsthand accounts."

Her eyes scanned the front of the bus. The other passengers were all minding their own business.

"Fine," she said. But we only do what's necessary. Nothing more."

"You got it. Now gyrate your hips a little. Then go up and down. We'll get a good idea of what's possible with that seat right in front of you."

She sighed. "Today is your lucky day."

"Our lucky day," he clarified. "Your boss is going to be pleased."

She moved her hips, side to side. Her eyes made sure that none of the other passengers turned back. This was her first time doing anything remotely sexual in a public space, let alone on a bus. And it was with her own son of all people!

When she moved up and down, she felt the bulge grinding into her ass. She kept her mind focused on the job. She did her best to imagine the cock was something else, but she couldn't. A cock was a cock. And it was her son's. There was no way around that.

"This seems doable," he said. "Now we'll need to check the other position."

She stopped grinding. "Excuse me?"

"The other thing your boss sent you. We need to explore that too so we can write a complete article. Otherwise the research would be incomplete."

"Jesus, you can't be serious."

"When it comes to journalism, I'm just as serious as you."

"Smartass," she muttered.

Grace did the move in the pornographic pictures. She held onto the seat in front of her and raised her butt even higher, giving her son a clearer look at her shapely rear. Then she lowered her bottom down to the direction of her son's cock in a swift motion.

"Oww!" he gasped.

"Be quiet," she said. "God forbid someone turns back and sees us."

"Your ass just caused me a lot of pain."

"I can't make it any smaller."

"That's not what I meant," he said. "When you did that, it grinded and pulled against my underwear. It was like I was being strangled down there. Without going into detail, it hurt."

A wicked thought came to mind. It was evil and nasty. But it would help get the job done and complete their research for the day. The faster it got done. The sooner this would be over.

"I have a solution," she said. "Are you up for it?"

"What is it?"

Without asking him, she raised her butt, and she reached down to pull the top of her son's shorts. She reached inside to fish his cock out. It was a simple maneuver since he was hard and long. She gave it a quick stroke, admiring it with her hand. Then she let the hard cock stand upright.

"There," she said. "Better?"

"Umm... much."

She was mildly amused at his sudden loss for words. She tried the maneuver again. This time, as she brought her butt down, she felt her son's bare cock rubbing against her backside. It gave her a perverse thrill which she had never felt before.

His hand moved down to her waist and Grace knew this was getting out of hand.

"This still feels problematic," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"The way you're moving is unrealistic. Women don't come down at that angle. That's now how sex works."

"I know, but it's the only option we have."

"No," he said. "We can always make it more realistic."

Grace's mind and body screamed when the offer was made. Could she really? Would she allow it? Was this for her? Or her career? Was she really this fucking aroused at the thought of it?

The answer to all of those questions were clear to her. She made up her mind in a snap decision. Maybe she'd deeply regret it later. Maybe not. All she knew was that a part of herself was aching. And her mind was racing.

She lifted her butt. "Do it."

Her eyes widened when she felt her son hike up her skirt. Her panty-covered butt was near her son's face.

Her jaw dropped when she felt her son yank her panties down.

"Fuck, you're drenched," he noted.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I want to be the best journalist possible. Just like you, mom."

She was nearly frozen as Billy pulled her towards him, then he stuffed her pussy with his cock. She gasped aloud when he entered her. Then he pulled her lower so that he could slide all the way in.

Now she understood why Billy read those nasty incest stories online. This was his fantasy. This was something Billy had deeply desired; the need to fuck his own mother.

As Grace's pussy was being fucked, this had now become her desire too.

"That's it," he grunted. "Do it like in that picture. We need to know how tight spaces work, don't we?"

"We do," she groaned back in a low whisper.

Her career had now become a pretext to fuck her own son. She squeezed the seat in front of her tightly, then she raised her butt upwards, and swiftly brought it down. She heard her son moan loudly. It made her even wetter knowing that she was giving him so much pleasure with her pussy.

"I think we've done enough research," she said, as a pang of guilt came over her.

In all her years of being Billy's mother, fucking him had never once crossed her mind. Though if she were honest with herself, the feeling and taboo of it was sensational.

"No, we're not done yet," he said firmly.

"No?"

"Mom, we need to know if this position gets uncomfortable over a longer period of time. I mean, a few thrusts doesn't prove anything. We need to know if sex can be sustained until the point of orgasm."

She gulped. "You want to cum in my pussy?"

"It's for the best. Otherwise we'll have a mess to clean."

Instead of replying, she clenched her pussy tight. With all those kegel exercises she does, it was a strong squeeze, and it made Billy whimper. She raised her hips, then she did the motion again while her pussy remained clenched. It felt amazing for her. She knew it was amazing for her son too, with those torturous groans he was making.

She kept her clench tight and continued rocking her hips with the same motion. Despite the amazing sexual feeling of sex, the position was becoming uncomfortable. Her legs and lower back were tiring out. She made a mental note of it for the article she'd be working on later.

Maybe fucking her son had legitimate career and educational benefits after all?

With all her arousal, she may have clenched too tightly and fucked Billy too hard, because he moaned out loud, causing a female passenger to turn her head and look to the back of the bus.

Grace remained still, sitting on her son's cock. A female passenger, about the same age as her, had turned back and caught them. Both women froze as they were too shocked to say anything. The female passenger was unsure if it was actually sex or not.

"Why are you stopping?" he asked, unaware that they had been caught. "Come on, mom, I'm so close."

"Billy, wait..."

He grabbed her waist tightly and pushed his crotch upwards in the most rapid pace imaginable. His cock was like a jackhammer. Each thrust hit Grace's illusive g-spot, sending her completely over the edge.

She looked away as she had become powerless and paralyzed by her son's fucking. Her jaw was dropped and she did everything in her power not to scream from the intense pleasure.

The female passenger stared in disbelief. Grace felt mortified that she was being watched, fucked by her own son while a stranger stared in shock.

"I'm... I'm cumming," she said in a low voice.

"Perfect," he replied with a mischievous tone.

Deep down, Grace wanted to tell her son of the mysterious voyeur, who seemed too shocked to turn away. Grace sincerely wanted to stop this shame. But her body genuinely felt as though it had shut down. This was the fault of her son's jackhammering cock. His thick and long erection was hitting her g-spot in ways she had never experienced. In a way she never thought possible.

It was heaven. She closed her eyes as she came, praying the woman would stop looking, and that no one else would watch. She clenched her jaw so that she wouldn't scream by accident.