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.”
“For T-bone?” Alex asked.
“Yes,” I nodded, “a big thick T-bone.” Again my husband was oblivious to the naughty sexual innuendo. Cory wasn’t, though, as he bucked his hips up and his cock went deeper up me.
I yelped, like I had the first time his cock filled me.
“You okay?” Alex asked, becoming a common question.
“Oh, just keep getting poked,” I said, which was true, as Cory slyly moved his ass up and down.
“We will try and reorganize tomorrow morning,” Alex promised.
“Good idea,” I nodded, as I tried not to moan.
“There must be a way to make it work,” he said.
Cory added, “I’m okay, Dad. I’ve gotten very used to having Mom on top of me.”
‘OMG’ I thought to myself. His words were so blunt. Yet, of course, Alex didn’t catch on… nor should he. Why would he think his son would be fucking his wife right behind him? He wouldn’t.
“Oh, I love this song,” I said, when Starship’s ‘We Built This City’ came on, wanting the music turned up, wanting a distraction from the sounds I was about to make.
My husband obliged my request and began singing as well.
I leaned up onto the car and began singing with him as I offered my pussy to my son.
Thankfully, my son didn’t need to be instructed, as he began slowly fucking me.
Alex kept looking at me, enjoying this moment of 1980s duet singing as he sang the Mickey Thomas parts and I the Grace Slick parts, completely unaware his flesh and blood was fucking his wife.
And I… which made me not only a bad Mom for allowing my son to fuck her, but a bad wife as I somehow got even more turned on knowing I was doing it with him right there.
My orgasm was rising as the song was nearing its end and I screamed, “Oh fuck,” when my son surprised me by sliding a finger in my ass.
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