Thankfully, such a thought never occurred to him. Why would it? I was in the backseat with my son, as he said, clearly worried about my bladder, "Thirty seconds, honey."
"Okay," I weakly replied, as my orgasm ripped through me like a tornado.
I could feel my son fumbling underneath me, likely putting his cock, which I just realized I still hadn't actually seen, away.
I just closed my eyes and allowed the tornado of pleasure to spin through me, an orgasm as intense as any I had ever experienced. Partly because my son's cock was bigger than my husband's; partly because of the taboo fact I had just fucked my son; and partly because of the crazy reality I had just fucked my son in a car with my husband inches away.
When he pulled in and stopped, my orgasm wasn't complete. Yet, I had to look urgent, like I could pee myself at any moment, so I opened the door, more of my cum leaking down my leg, and got out of the car, glancing back to see my son smiling at me, his package safe and sound in his shorts... although a very clear stain of evidence visible if CSI was to investigate.
I scurried into the washroom, the guilt and shame of my indiscretion and incestuous act suddenly hitting me like the summer heat.
I may have been a bad mother, but I was a very good Mommy!
I got to the washroom and for the second time today I wiped my cum off my legs.
What had come over me?
Why did I let my son do that to me?
I could blame the confined space, but truthfully nothing stopped me from pushing him out of me.
Suddenly, he texted me:
That was amazing, Mommy.
I texted back, my orgasm finally subsiding, as a mother:
That can't happen again!!!
He didn't respond.
So as I finished cleaning up, I texted again:
He again ignored the text.
I calmed down physically and suddenly realized I was feeling completely dehydrated after the work out.
I left the washroom and saw my husband and son chatting as they waited for me at a booth.
We ate lunch and although I was anxiety riddled the entire time, my son apparently had a poker face as he showed no inkling of what had transpired. I, on the other hand, had the guilt written all over my face.
Twice Alex asked if I was okay.
I just feigned hunger.
After lunch, and a lot of water, we prepared to continue the drive.
Alex had gassed up while I was in the washroom, so we were ready to go.
Again, my trepidation overwhelmed me.
Now what? How could I sit on his lap again?
Yet, I couldn't say anything and there was literally no alternative.
So, I did. Although this time, once the door was closed, I positioned myself leaning against the door and stretched my legs in between the two front seats. My pussy was impenetrable in this position. I had found the Fort Knox of pussy protection.
And for an hour it worked. Cory read the new James Patterson book and I read the other new James Patterson book (he apparently puts out a new book more often than the Red Sox lose). Interestingly, Cory and I had a lot of common interests, including being avid leaders and both having the same favourite author in James Patterson.
Sit in any one position for a straight hour, though, and the bum becomes numb. Yet, even though I was clearly uncomfortable I didn't reposition myself, although I did begin to squirm a bit.
Suddenly, my son's hand rested on my knee, my dress hiked up enough to show a fair amount of leg for him.
It didn't move up, just rested there like a constant tease... a constant reminder.
He did move his hand to flip the pages every couple of minutes, although he didn't try to move higher when he returned his hand.
He seemed oblivious to the impact it was having on me, a constant distraction, even though it wouldn't have phased me at all a few hours ago.
"How you guys doing back there?" Alex asked, a few minutes later.
"My bum is numb," I joked, although it was the truth.
"A tourist stop in three miles," he said, "let's pull over and take a little hike."
"Sounds good," I said.
"Yeah, I could use a stretch," Cory agreed, looking at me for the first time in the entire drive.
I quickly looked away, like I was in grade seven and waiting for a boy to check yes or no on a note.
What had come over me?
Even though I had told him it couldn't happen again.
Even though he seemed to be respecting my assertion.
I suddenly felt insecure and annoyed that he was ignoring me... I felt fifteen again.
I just stared out the opposite window for the next few minutes until we slowed down.
Once stopped, I shifted around as my back was at the door. As I did, my naked pussy again rested briefly on his cock, his again hard cock.
My first thought was 'how long has he been hard?'
My second thought was 'why was it hard?'
My third thought was 'How many times could he get it up?"
My fourth thought was 'What the hell is wrong with me?'
I opened the door and got out.
I stretched, thankful to be out in the fresh air... even if it was fucking hot and muggy.
Alex asked, "So do you guys want to go for a hike?"
"How long?" I asked.
He walked over to the map and said, "There are two trails. One is a mile, the other is three."
"A mile sure, three in this heat, no way," I answered.
Cory said, "I need to take a lengthy washroom break, why don't you two go alone?"
"Sure," Alex said, taking my hand.
We began walking and I couldn't help but glance back at my son to see if he was watching us... he wasn't. Oddly, that made me feel sad, which was, of course, ludicrous.
As we walked down the trail I had the sudden urge to show my husband I loved him. I needed to make up for my indiscretion by doing something to my oblivious husband.
Twenty minutes in the hike, I saw a small side path and said, "Follow me."
He said, "I don't think this is a trail."
"I hope not," I purred, trying to look sexy and with intent.
A couple of minutes later, deep enough in the woods that we couldn't be seen, I dropped to my knees and fished out his cock. I considered letting him fuck me, but I sure didn't want him to know I wasn't wearing panties.
He gasped, "Sarah, really here?"
"You always say you wish I was more spontaneous," I quipped, which if he knew just how spontaneous I had been today he would likely keel over. Plus, although we had a reasonable amount of sex and I was very willing in the bedroom, I was not really a risk taker outside the bedroom.
But insecurity, or belief that sex was for the bedroom, seemed to be shattered after the exhilarating, taboo sex I had in the backseat of the car. Suddenly, I wanted to take risks.
Before he could say anything, I took his flaccid cock in my mouth. I love sucking cock... always have. Was a bit of a cock sucking slut in high school, deciding it was a good way to save my virginity for marriage. Plus, I was good at it and actually liked the unique feeling and taste of cum. Of course, I ended up not saving my virginity for marriage, getting fucked at the first college party I went to by a college senior.
"Oh shit," Alex groaned, "what has gotten into you?"
The answer to that question was his son, but that definitely didn't seem like a good answer.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth and asked, "Can't a wife show her husband she loves him by sucking his cock and swallowing his load?"
"Yes she can," he laughed.
"Plus, I'm hungry and your cum has a lot of healthy nutrients for a body," I quipped, taking his cock back in my mouth.
"And for your complexion, too," he added, having read somewhere that cum was good for a woman's complexion and used it against me to give me the first of many facials many years ago.
Whilel I'd rather swallow a load than take it on my face, being a bit submissive I always just allowed Alex to shoot his load wherever he wanted.
I protested, for the first time since my first ever facial, "Don't you dare."
"What? You think Cory would be shocked?" He teased, sliding his cock back in my mouth.
I thought to myself, 'If you only knew.' Yet, I kept bobbing, feeling oddly exhilarated doing it in such a public place.
"I'm not going to last long," he moaned, as I hungrily sucked his cock.
I kept bobbing and was rewarded with a full load of his cum in my mouth, although he pulled out part way through and a small amount rocketed into my face.
I gasped, "Really?"
"I couldn't resist," he shrugged, as he slid his cock back in my mouth.
I milked the last remnants of his cum from his cock and sat back up and kissed him hard.
When the kiss ended, he said, "Well that was unexpected."
"I was hungry," I shrugged.
"Well, I'm always willing to feed you," he smiled back as he put his cock away.
We headed back down the trail and resumed the hike hand in hand.
I don't know how long it took, but eventually we returned to the beginning, and Alex whispered, "You should probably go to the washroom before we head out."
"Good call," I nodded, "I really have to pee."
"And maybe clean the cum off your face," he added.
"Fuck, you let me wear it that whole hike," I said, somehow forgetting it was on me.
"Well, you didn't seem too concerned, and we don't know anyone here," he shrugged.
"Except our son," I pointed out.
"Which is why I mentioned it," he said.
"Asshole," I playfully said, hitting him.
"Maybe tonight," he countered, occasionally fucking my ass.
"You wish," I quipped back, even though I assumed we would indeed be fucking tonight.
"No, I know," he said, slapping my ass.
I went to the washroom, washed my face and went pee.
I grabbed a Gatorade and a chocolate bar and returned to the car.
My son and husband were leaning against the car chatting. I wondered how weird it would be if they were chatting about sex.
I joined them and asked, "Ready to go?"
"Sure," Cory said, before adding, "ready to sit on my lap for a couple more hours?"
"Ready to have your mother squishing you for a couple more hours?" I countered.
"It's been a tight squeeze," he countered, smiling at me for the first time since our shocking act.
I laughed, trying to be casual, feeling that my husband could somehow sense the sexual tension between son and wife, "Yes, it's like a hot box back there."
Cory laughed, "It's like a weight loss program back there."
Alex said, "I'm sorry we hadn't planned this better."
Cory joked, repeating an earlier statement I had said, "It's made for some special mom and son bonding."
"Well get ready to bond some more," he said, "It's a good two to three hours until our late supper stop."
I couldn't help but laugh and feel mortified at the reality of what my husband was actually approving potentially, especially when I looked at my son, who had a big smile on his face.
We were back in the car, I was back on Cory's lap, this time on his right leg leaning against the boxes.
Again, like last time, he ignored me for the first hour.
As I fidgeted, again uncomfortable, he asked, "Uncomfortable?"
He nodded, "Me too," and pulled out his cock from his shorts. "There, that is a lot better."
I stared at his semi-erect cock.
I couldn't take my eyes off it.
He pointed to my pussy.
I looked back at him with confusion.
He moved his hand onto my leg and under my dress and directly to my wet pussy.
I moaned softly, but thankfully the music covered it.
I just sat on his lap and allowed my son to finger my pussy... which he did for a good five minutes... getting me hot and riled.
He then pulled his finger out and put it directly in his mouth.
"Delicious," he said, loud enough that my oblivious husband heard.
"What's delicious?" Alex asked.
"The snack Mom shared with me," Cory brazenly replied.
"Is there any left?" Alex asked.
"No, I ate it all," Cory responded, as I remained stoic and ashamed.
"I could use a snack," my oblivious husband said, continuing the surreal conversation.
"Me too," I added, staring at my son's cock and licking my lips with wanton intent.
"Maybe next car stop," Cory suggested.
"I'm definitely stopping," Alex said. "I could use a bathroom break anyway."
"God, it's hot back here," Cory said, also taking his shirt off, suddenly showcasing his rock hard abs... something my husband had lost years ago.
He then took my hand and guided it to his cock.
I should have resisted, but the invisible magnetic pull was too much.
I took it in my hand and stroked it, even as my husband could stare at me in the rear view mirror if he wished... although he would only see my hungry face.
I wished I could suck my son's beautiful, slightly curved cock, but that was literally impossible in the confined space.
I had accepted, as I stroked and stared at his majestic cock, I was willing to allow my son to fuck me again.
I wanted and needed that cock in me.
I was ready to climb on top and go for a ride when Alex said, "Pulling over."
His words and the slowing car brought me back to reality like a cold shower. A reality that I was stroking my son's cock and about to willingly ride him.
I let go of his cock and to my surprise he didn't put his cock away, as we rolled to a stop at a small town gas station.
Alex said, "Five minute stop," as he exited.
"Two minute snack," Cory said, opening the door, and ordering, "suck me, Mommy."
I gasped. I wanted to suck him, but couldn't believe he wanted me to here, even though Alex had conveniently parked in a secluded spot.
"Hurry up, Mommy," he ordered, "we only have time for an appetizer."
I quickly got out of the car, overwhelmed with insatiable hunger and lust, turned around, and demanded, as I lowered my mouth onto his cock, "Watch for your father."
"Yes, Mommy," he groaned, as I took most of his cock in my mouth.
I bobbed quickly, knowing that high school boys when I was young were quick shooters.
I would have liked to savour sucking his cock, I loved to worship a cock, but time was of the essence. So I furiously bobbed up and down, enjoying the groans coming from my son's mouth.
"I'm close, Mommy," he warned and I bobbed faster making it clear he had permission to cum in his Mommy's mouth.
Then suddenly he said, "Dad! Dad! Dad!"
I quickly left and saw Alex with a small bag. He asked, "You have to pee, don't you?"
"You know me," I shrugged, as I headed into the gas station and to the washroom.
I did go pee and then looked in the mirror. What was coming over me?
I had no answer to the question. I sucked my son in a gas station parking lot and was seconds from swallowing his load.
For someone who wasn't really a risk taker, I had ridden my son to orgasm in the backseat of the car while my husband drove, I had sucked and swallowed my husband's load on a secluded hiking trail and just now sucked my son.
And he likely wanted me to finish what I started when we were back on the road.
I returned to the car and both men were already in the car. I repositioned again on my son's lap, his cock was already out and looking like it was expecting to get some tender loving care.
I moved back on the same right leg I was on before we stopped. I liked being able to keep an eye on my husband and my son.
As soon as we were back on the highway, Cory pointed back to his cock and I wordlessly reached over and began stroking it, even as my husband had a conversation with me.
"So about seventy miles and then we will stop for dinner and a hotel," Alex said.
"Sounds good," I said, again with a double meaning, "I'll be starving by then, I may even have to have a nice juicy T-bone."
"Me too," Alex suggested, which I had to bite my lip to not laugh.
"What about you, Cory, what are hungry for?" I asked, giving him a look that spoke volumes.
He moved his hand underneath my dress again and responded, his eyes never leaving mine, "Oh, I was hoping for fish."
Alex never ate me out, he said it was gross and thus the idea of getting licked for the first time in a couple decades, and that had been by my college roommate during a drunken night in senior year, was very appealing.
"I thought you didn't like fish?" Alex asked.
"I like one kind," my son answered, never taking his eyes off me.
"What kind is that?" Alex asked, oblivious to the naughty innuendo he was accidentally participating in.
I tried to change the topic, "Did you book us a hotel yet?"
Alex, never the planner, shrugged, "Nope."
Feeling a rush of exhilaration at chatting with my husband while simultaneously stroking my son's cock, I asked, "Shouldn't we?"
"There will be space," Alex blindly believed.
"Okay," I shrugged, my focus at the moment on my son's cock.
"Looking forward to living on your own, Cory?" Alex asked.
"I'm going to have a roommate," he pointed out.
"Oh, right," Alex nodded, "are you looking forward to meeting him?"
"I guess," Cory responded, distracted by the way my fingers traced around his mushroom top.
"Hopefully you get along," Alex continued, trying to keep the dying conversation going.
I asked, "Who couldn't love our sweet Cory?"
"Yes, I'm pretty much irresistible," he quipped.
"Is that a good thing?" My husband questioned.
"Sometimes," Cory answered.
We kept chatting for a few more minutes about trivial things until Alex turned the music back up.
"Need to change positions?" Cory asked.
"I think so," I nodded, never stopping stroking his cock or staring at it.
He patted his lap, as if putting the decision this time in my hands completely (pun intended as I stroked his cock).
I took a pause and then I moved around, my back to him, my hand still on his cock and straddled his cock. I paused again and then lowered myself onto his big hard cock.
My pussy was on fire and it easily allowed my son's cock to invade it again.
Once I was entirely on his lap I just sat there, enjoying the feeling of being full again. The first time I was full of anxiety and we were rushed, not to mention I was having conflicting emotions. Yet this time, I was going to enjoy the ride.
First, I just ground on his cock, moving my hips back and forth.
While I did this Cory cupped my breasts for the first time. Yet, knowing that Alex may be able to see me get felt-up by my son in the rear-view mirror, I moved his hands away.
Thankfully, he didn't try again.
To my surprise, this position, and the slow grinding, was enough to get my son off, as without warning, a few minutes into the slow tease, I felt my cunt get coated in cum.
I was disappointed, wanting to really enjoy the last hour of the drive. Yet, a minute later, when I finished milking his cum and went to get off him he held me in place.
I looked back and he mouthed, "Give me five."
I was like, 'I love you'. Once Alex was done, he was done... needing hours to reload his weapon.
But Cory, young and virile, was able to not only reload quickly, but stay hard while doing so. Oh, how I missed my younger college years.
So I just sat on my son's cock while watching the boring scenery pass by, waiting, impatiently, for Cory to be ready for round three.
Alex asked, "Still okay back there?"
"I was hoping for more action," I answered, grinding back on Cory slightly.
"Yeah, it's a boring drive," my husband agreed.
"Although the scenery is lovely," Cory said, slyly cupping my breasts again.
I slapped them away and said, "Although it is hard to sit in one position for so long."
"Half an hour," Alex said, before adding, "give or take."
I almost quipped, 'hopefully give,' as I wanted my son to give it to me, but I was able to refrain, instead replying, "Good, because I am famished." (next part 3)