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.
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