“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.
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