I continued the slow motion riding that my son had been controlling.
Suddenly, it wasn’t my son forcing me to ride him, it was me willingly riding him… although slowly, which only compounded my frustration as I knew I would never get off like this.
I needed to bounce on his cock hard.
I needed to ride it fast.
I needed it slamming into me. I didn’t make love, I fucked.
Yet, I couldn’t do any of those without giving away completely the shocking truth of what we were doing.
Suddenly my phone, which I had put on vibrate, buzzed in my hand.
I looked at it.
Fuck, I love you, Mommy.
Reading those five words… reading the most sweet, endearing term for being a mother… and I was a mess.
I couldn’t deny that I felt something so powerful as his cock slowly filled me, as I stared at those words.
I loved him too.
And this… this… whatever this was… only enhanced my love for him.
I convinced myself that this wasn’t wrong!
How could something wrong feel so right?
I was making my son happy, which is the goal of every mother… every Mommy.
I struggled to text him too.
I love you too, son.
Another text.
I’m going to come in you Mommy.
Another text:
Just ride me a bit faster, Mommy.
Another text:
Please, Mommy!
I wanted to make him happy.
I wanted to get him off.
I wanted to feel his cum shoot inside my pussy.
So….
I began riding him faster, grabbing the back of my husband’s seat slyly for support.
I didn’t bounce on his cock like I desperately wanted to do, but I did move faster and did my expert move that always got my husband off, as I tightened my cunt muscles around his stiff dick.
And as it worked for my husband, it worked for my son… like father, like son, as I felt his cum suddenly fill my cunt.
I let out an uncontrollable moan, made worse by the fact that my head was leaning on the side of the chair just inches from my husband.
“You okay?” Alex asked again.
“Just really need to pee,” I replied, as my son continued spewing inside me and I milked him for all I could.
“A couple of minutes,” he promised.
“Okay,” I replied, leaning up, before adding the double entendre, “much longer and I may explode.”
“I’m doing the best I can,” he said, knowing from years of travelling that when I say I have to pee… I have to pee.
My son began bucking his ass up, fucking me now, making me tremble and gasp, “Oh, God.”
“The car stop is in two miles,” Alex said, pointing to a sign.
“So close,” I replied, again a double meaning to my words, as I desperately tried to come without screaming and before we reached the car stop.
Cory kept pumping his cock, not super-fast, or enough to make slapping sounds, but enough to have my orgasm building.
I could feel the rush rising in me, knowing the inevitable eruption was close, when I saw the one mile sign.
Urgency overwhelming me, I had to have an orgasm, I moved away from my husband, leaned back and began riding my son’s cock, while moving my hand to my clit.
I was thankful the music was too loud for my husband to hear the sounds of sex behind him as I bounced on Cory’s cock, desperate to orgasm.
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