So I sat back on his lap, his words again dripping with possible innuendo, this time moving more onto his leg and avoiding his crotch.
For half an hour, I sat in that spot as we continued driving. Then suddenly I felt his hands on my hips as he stated, while lifting me up slightly, “We need to change positions.”
When he lowered me back down, my pussy was again directly on his indeed again stiff cock. I couldn’t help but let out a slight moan as my naked pussy felt the pressure against it.
For the next half hour, even though the road was smooth, I kept feeling his cock seem to flinch, which made my pussy tremble and get excessively wet.
Alex asked, “Comfortable back there?”
My son said, “It’s tight, but good.”
I gasped as, while he said this, I felt three clear movements of his cock.
“You okay, Sarah?” Alex asked, as I felt my wetness leak out of me slightly.
“I’m good,” I responded. I wanted to move, but knew without that a doubt I had created more wetness on my son’s crotch and if I moved it would be clearly noticeable… being able to have multiple orgasms had always been a great benefit to me, but at the moment it was my kryptonite.
“Next stop is almost an hour away,” Alex said.
“No worries,” I said, trying to be causal.
Cory added, “Yeah, although it’s getting hot back here.”
“The air is on full,” Alex said, and I indeed wasn’t overly hot, except down below. This time his words were definitely implied innuendo. My son was flirting with me.
“I think it’s Mom’s body on mine,” Cory said, as he again flicked his cock directly against my pussy… the intent now definitely clear. His words also had two very different meanings.
After another minute, Cory asked, “Can you turn the radio up?”
“If I do, I won’t be able to talk with you, I barely can hear you now,” Alex responded.
“That’s okay,” Cory said, “we’ll let you drive and rock out to your eighties tunes.”
“It’s the eye of the tiger,” my husband sang, as he turned up the radio to the Survivor tune.
Cory was on his phone. Suddenly my phone vibrated.
It was in my purse, so I reached down and in doing so I ground my pussy on my son’s very hard cock. I couldn’t deny it… I was incredibly aroused.
I grabbed my phone and moved back again, unable to not grind my very wet pussy on him again and saw the text was my son.
Perplexed, I clicked on it.
Why are you not wearing panties?
I gasped again. Although this time the music was too loud for my husband to hear it.
I didn’t know what to say.
A second message followed.
Why are you so wet?
I still didn’t know what to say.
I was paralyzed with indecision. Obviously, I should stop this inappropriate talk in its tracks. Yet, I was incredibly horny and was not thinking like a mother or a wife but as a wanton woman.
As I stared at my phone, shocked by my son’s brazen words, and yet equally turned on, I was startled as I felt Cory’s hands on my hips as he lifted me up.
I leaned up slightly on the driver’s seat, bumping my husband’s chair.
Alex looked back and I said, trying to act casual even as my mind was mush, “Sorry, just changing positions.”
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