“Sorry about this,” he apologized.
“It is what it is,” I replied, as I felt my son’s hands on my hips as he lowered me back down on his lap and…onto his cock!
I yelped in surprise and Alex asked, as he turned down the radio, “You okay?”
“Yes, I just got poked,” I weakly responded, unable to not say something naughty, an amazing pleasure coursing through me as my son’s, cock, which felt bigger than my husband’s, was buried in me, his hands firmly on my hips holding me in place.
“Okay,” he nodded, as he turned the radio back up as another eighties tune, Bryan Adam’s ‘Summer of 69’, began.
I just sat there; still in complete shock that my son’s cock was buried deep in me.
I just sat there; the urge to ride my son’s cock growing with every second it was inside me.
I just sat there; wondering what my son was going to do next.
I just sat there; secretly wishing my son would take more control.
I just sat there; worried that if my son did take control I would be unable to hide the obvious reality that we were committing incest just inches away from my husband.
I just sat there and enjoyed the ride, every bump in the road creating a new pleasure as Cory’s cock would rise up inside me. I had to use all my will power to not moan, to not alert my husband to the incestuous adultery I was willingly committing.
Yet, I was frustrated that my son who had been so brazen to slide his cock in me, was now just sitting there reading his kindle as if his cock wasn’t buried deep in his mother’s box.
I just sat there for over half an hour doing nothing but allowing myself to be teased like crazy.
I had to use all my willpower to not just give in the insatiable hunger to ride my son’s cock.
I had to use all my willpower to not moan on every bump on the highway, especially when Alex occasionally hit the warning bumps making my body tremble and my pussy quake.
I had to use all my willpower to not grind on his cock to get myself off, the teasing of a cock in me and not doing anything driving me nuts.
Alex startled me, my head clouded, when he announced, “Twelve miles to the next stop.”
This seemed to make my son finally take control. He began to slowly lift me up and down on his cock.
I clenched my teeth to make sure I didn’t moan as a mixture of emotions went through me.
Excitement at my son finally taking control.
Humiliation at the fact I was excited he was taking control.
Pleasure as the slow fucking coursed through every pore of my being.
Frustration that he wasn’t fucking me hard like I liked it, yet knowing there was no way that was a good idea.
Guilt as I was allowing my son to fuck me. Theoretically, when his cock was lodged in me I hadn’t let him fuck me. I had only allowed him to penetrate me. I know it was a technicality, but it was all I had left to grasp to… And now that was gone.
My son let go of my hips, giving the decision to me.
This was my chance to stop this. To lift my body up and allow his cock to slip out of my very wet pussy. To take control of this bizarre situation.
And I did take control. Although not as a mother, but as a horny slut.
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