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?”
I nodded.
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.
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