Mommy: A Long Hard Ride
You don’t really know how much stuff you have collected in your life until you move.
With our last son going to college, we did two moves in one. We were moving to a condo only a few miles away, while we were driving Cory sixteen hours to college. Because we had to put all our items in storage, we didn’t get title for three more weeks, we were going to do a two week road trip after we dropped Cory off.
As we packed the car with both Cory’s stuff and our suitcases for the almost three week round trip, we realized we had a major predicament. By the time the car was loaded, there was only room for two people. A driver and someone sitting in the back seat behind the driver.
My husband tried to reshuffle the luggage, but there was simply too much stuff.
I finally suggested, “Cory and I could squeeze back there together.”
“For sixteen hours?” My husband, Alex, asked.
“Well, we will likely have to take more rest stops,” I shrugged.
“Based on your small bladder, that will be the situation regardless,” Alex quipped, always annoyed by how often I made him stop. He was a put the pedal to the metal kind of guy, while my bladder was a stop and smell the roses type of bladder.
I turned to Cory, who was slim like me, “Can you handle sixteen hours cramped beside your old mother?”
“Oh, if I have to,” my son, always sarcastic, responded.
“Be careful with that attitude,” I shot back playfully. “You’re stuck with me for sixteen hours.”
I should note it was a very hot August day and I was wearing a sundress for the drive to stay as comfortable as possible.
We all did one more pee check, which I, of course, did, and Cory and I squeezed into the spot made for one.
Alex asked, using sarcasm too, “Comfy?”
Cory’s elbow poking my breast, I quipped, “Like a cow on a train.”
“Moo,” Cory added, shifting more which led to even more pressure on my left breast.
We were just out of the city, half an hour later, when I said, “This isn’t working.”
“You don’t like being a sardine?” Cory asked, as he stopped reading on his IPad, like I too was trying to do, the kindle app the only app really worth owning.
“Not particularly,” I nodded, as I moved and suggested, “Maybe I can just sit on your lap for a while.”
“Okay,” my son nodded.
I moved onto his lap and sighed, “Now that is much better.”
“Agreed,” Cory said.
“I’m not too heavy on you, am I?” I asked. At forty-six I was still in great shape. I was slim with big breasts, a firm ass and legs. Selling real estate I knew that my looks played a key role in my sales. Sex sells, always has, always will. So I dressed in professional, but sexy business suits or dresses with nylons and four inch heels. My 38d natural breasts always were showcased as I’m pretty sure they helped me close more deals then the actual real estate I was selling.
“No,” he answered, shifting slightly.
As we drove, after a few minutes I noticed two things:
1. Wearing a dress was a bad idea as I was now sitting on my son’s lap, my thin thong the only thing stopping my vagina from being directly on my son.
2. My son’s cock was hard and placed directly under my vagina.
My son, who was rather nerdy in high school, like his father, winning a full ride scholarship to over a dozen colleges, had really blossomed physically by working construction all summer. Gone were his scrawny arms, replaced with impressive muscles. I had complimented him frequently on his summer reformation. My boy had become a man.
Yet now, as we drove on a bumpy section of road that was under construction, I realized my boy had indeed turned into a man as I could feel his definitely erect cock directly under me.
With each bump his hardness rubbed my pussy which, even though I tried to control myself, got me wet. I considered moving, but was worried I would embarrass him if I acted like I could feel his erection. So, instead I tried to control the bouncing by putting my hands on the top of the seat in front of me.
Yet for about ten minutes, which felt like an eternity, my son’s hard-on, thankfully trapped in his shorts, rubbed against my very wet pussy.
Finally, the road smoothed and now his hard cock just rested directly underneath my pussy. I knew I should move, yet I still seemed frozen in place. Partly, because I was worried I would embarrass him if I moved and partly, undeniably, it felt good in the position I was in.
For twenty minutes my pussy rested on his cock, which never shrunk, while talking to my husband as much as I could to distract me from the awkward situation I was in.
Finally, I saw an upcoming rest stop and suggested we stop.
Just as Alex slowed down, I felt the firm flinching of his penis. It flinched three times, each time lifting up ever so slightly into my pussy lips.
I accidentally moaned.
Alex asked, “You okay?”
“I just need to stretch,” I answered, my face burning red at the reality that I was getting horny from sitting on my son.
“I could grab a drink,” my husband nodded, as he pulled into the car stop.
“Me too,” I agreed, suddenly feeling a bit dehydrated.
Once he rolled to a stop, I joked to Cory, “I imagine you are dying for a break, too.”
“No, I was enjoying the ride,” my son answered, yet his tone didn’t imply any sort of sexual innuendo that could have accompanied those words.
My already flushed face went a shade redder as I opened the door and got out. I’m not sure if my face could go redder, but as my son got out and stood up two things were apparent:
1. His erection poking out if his Adidas shorts.
2. A wet spot that was undoubtedly from me.
I turned away and headed to the washroom mortified that my pussy juice was on my son’s shorts. Once inside, I pulled my panties down and couldn’t believe how wet they actually were.
Now I should note I got wet easily and was quite a flooder when I got off. I also had a ferocious sexual appetite that my husband could seldom feed completely… thus I had a variety of sex toys to finish the job he often couldn’t complete. I had a we-vibe, a couple vibrators, anal beads, a butterfly toy that I could wear while out, which was in my purse, and my newest purchase acquisition, a massage vibe… which was literally orgasmic.
Deciding I needed to quell my burning cunt, I leaned against the wall in a stall and began pleasuring myself. Not surprisingly, the half hour plus of accidental teasing had me already revved up and I came in no time at all. My pussy juice leaked down my leg and I awkwardly cleaned myself up with toilet paper.
Once recovered, I also wiped my panties as I tried to make them less damp but after putting them on all I could still feel was my humiliating wetness. Usually, I loved sex. I loved coming, but the constant reminder by my wet panties that my son’s cock had got me horny was too much and I took them back off.
Instead, I put the sexy wet thong in my purse, and went to the sink to wash my hands and legs. Unfortunately, a mother with her child were there and all I could do was wash my hands thoroughly to hide the scent of my own cum.
Leaving the washroom, I decided there was no way I would sit back on my son’s lap, instead, deciding we would have to persevere squished side by side. I purchased a coke and a bag of chips and headed back outside.
‘Fuck’, I sighed as the summer heat pounded on us. It was a fucking sauna out there. I planned to try and get more panties from the suitcase, but decided not to, how was I going to explain that?
My husband and son were leaning on the car chatting when I walked over.
“So, under fourteen hours left,” Alex quipped, with a playful smile.
Cory added, “I think it’s going to be a tight ride.”
I couldn’t tell for sure, maybe it was just the self-conscious part of me, but he seemed to stress the word ‘tight’.
I joked, realizing only after I said it that it only added to the innuendo if he was implying any, “Yes, it is some quality mom and son bonding.”
“Well, it’s you two back there the whole drive,” my husband added. “No way can I fit back there with anybody.”
That was true. My husband was a bigger man and there was no way my son or I would fit side by side or on his lap.
Nope, I still had just under fourteen hours with my son in the backseat. The next few without any underwear.
Fuck.
My son got back in the car first and patted his lap.
I was supposed to go in first and suggested, “Shouldn’t we try to be side by side?”
“It’s okay, Mom,” he said, patting his lap again.
“You sure?” I asked, knowing I wasn’t wearing any panties and my pussy was still slightly damp… the aftermath dribble of a good orgasm.
“Side by side is too tight,” he replied.
“But I’ll crush your legs,” I pointed out, desperate to avoid sitting on his cock again… having apparently enjoyed it too much the first time.
He shrugged, “Oh Mom, you’re light.”
“You sure?” I asked again, still tentative, as I looked down and could still see the remnants of a stain on his shorts as well as the clear outline of his cock… which, at least, no longer looked to be completely erect.
“Mom, it’s not hard at all,” he answered, his word choice odd.
Naughty me also wanted to respond, ‘but it likely will be’, but the good mom in me responded, “If you’re sure I won’t smother you.”
He shrugged, “I can handle whatever you give me.”
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.”
“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.
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.
I could see the car stop in the distance, closed my eyes and rode and rubbed… and erupted.
“God,” I moaned loudly, holding onto the word long enough that I assumed my husband would know I was coming right behind him as I was unable to not open my mouth as my orgasm hit me like a thunderstorm, my cum gushing out of me and onto my son’s cock and lap as I again grabbed the driver’s seat and pulled up, my son’s cock finally exiting my overheated pussy.
Thankfully, such a thought never occurred to him. Why would it? I was in the backseat with my son, as he said, clearly worried about my bladder, “Thirty seconds, honey.”
“Okay,” I weakly replied, as my orgasm ripped through me like a tornado.
I could feel my son fumbling underneath me, likely putting his cock, which I just realized I still hadn’t actually seen, away.
I just closed my eyes and allowed the tornado of pleasure to spin through me, an orgasm as intense as any I had ever experienced. Partly because my son’s cock was bigger than my husband’s; partly because of the taboo fact I had just fucked my son; and partly because of the crazy reality I had just fucked my son in a car with my husband inches away.
When he pulled in and stopped, my orgasm wasn’t complete. Yet, I had to look urgent, like I could pee myself at any moment, so I opened the door, more of my cum leaking down my leg, and got out of the car, glancing back to see my son smiling at me, his package safe and sound in his shorts… although a very clear stain of evidence visible if CSI was to investigate.
I scurried into the washroom, the guilt and shame of my indiscretion and incestuous act suddenly hitting me like the summer heat.
I… had… just… had… sex… with… my… son!
In… our… car!
With… my… apparently oblivious husband… inches… away!
Oh… my… God!
I… am… the… worst… mother… ever!
Worse yet!
It was amazing!
I may have been a bad mother, but I was a very good Mommy!
I got to the washroom and for the second time today I wiped my cum off my legs.
What had come over me?
Why did I let my son do that to me?
I could blame the confined space, but truthfully nothing stopped me from pushing him out of me.
Fuck!
Suddenly, he texted me:
That was amazing, Mommy.
Fuck!
I texted back, my orgasm finally subsiding, as a mother:
That can’t happen again!!!
He didn’t respond.
So as I finished cleaning up, I texted again:
I’m serious!
He again ignored the text.
I calmed down physically and suddenly realized I was feeling completely dehydrated after the work out.
I left the washroom and saw my husband and son chatting as they waited for me at a booth.
We ate lunch and although I was anxiety riddled the entire time, my son apparently had a poker face as he showed no inkling of what had transpired. I, on the other hand, had the guilt written all over my face.
Twice Alex asked if I was okay.
I just feigned hunger.
After lunch, and a lot of water, we prepared to continue the drive.
Alex had gassed up while I was in the washroom, so we were ready to go.
Again, my trepidation overwhelmed me.
Now what? How could I sit on his lap again?
Yet, I couldn’t say anything and there was literally no alternative.
So, I did. Although this time, once the door was closed, I positioned myself leaning against the door and stretched my legs in between the two front seats. My pussy was impenetrable in this position. I had found the Fort Knox of pussy protection.
And for an hour it worked. Cory read the new James Patterson book and I read the other new James Patterson book (he apparently puts out a new book more often than the Red Sox lose). Interestingly, Cory and I had a lot of common interests, including being avid leaders and both having the same favourite author in James Patterson.
Sit in any one position for a straight hour, though, and the bum becomes numb. Yet, even though I was clearly uncomfortable I didn’t reposition myself, although I did begin to squirm a bit.
Suddenly, my son’s hand rested on my knee, my dress hiked up enough to show a fair amount of leg for him.
It didn’t move up, just rested there like a constant tease… a constant reminder.
He did move his hand to flip the pages every couple of minutes, although he didn’t try to move higher when he returned his hand.
He seemed oblivious to the impact it was having on me, a constant distraction, even though it wouldn’t have phased me at all a few hours ago.
“How you guys doing back there?” Alex asked, a few minutes later.
“My bum is numb,” I joked, although it was the truth.
“A tourist stop in three miles,” he said, “let’s pull over and take a little hike.”
“Sounds good,” I said.
“Yeah, I could use a stretch,” Cory agreed, looking at me for the first time in the entire drive.
I quickly looked away, like I was in grade seven and waiting for a boy to check yes or no on a note.
What had come over me?
Even though I had told him it couldn’t happen again.
Even though he seemed to be respecting my assertion.
I suddenly felt insecure and annoyed that he was ignoring me… I felt fifteen again.
I just stared out the opposite window for the next few minutes until we slowed down.
Once stopped, I shifted around as my back was at the door. As I did, my naked pussy again rested briefly on his cock, his again hard cock.
My first thought was ‘how long has he been hard?’
My second thought was ‘why was it hard?’
My third thought was ‘How many times could he get it up?”
My fourth thought was ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’
I opened the door and got out.
I stretched, thankful to be out in the fresh air… even if it was fucking hot and muggy.
Alex asked, “So do you guys want to go for a hike?”
“How long?” I asked.
He walked over to the map and said, “There are two trails. One is a mile, the other is three.”
“A mile sure, three in this heat, no way,” I answered.
Cory said, “I need to take a lengthy washroom break, why don’t you two go alone?”
“Sure,” Alex said, taking my hand.
We began walking and I couldn’t help but glance back at my son to see if he was watching us… he wasn’t. Oddly, that made me feel sad, which was, of course, ludicrous.
As we walked down the trail I had the sudden urge to show my husband I loved him. I needed to make up for my indiscretion by doing something to my oblivious husband.
Twenty minutes in the hike, I saw a small side path and said, “Follow me.”
He said, “I don’t think this is a trail.”
“I hope not,” I purred, trying to look sexy and with intent.
A couple of minutes later, deep enough in the woods that we couldn’t be seen, I dropped to my knees and fished out his cock. I considered letting him fuck me, but I sure didn’t want him to know I wasn’t wearing panties.
He gasped, “Sarah, really here?”
“You always say you wish I was more spontaneous,” I quipped, which if he knew just how spontaneous I had been today he would likely keel over. Plus, although we had a reasonable amount of sex and I was very willing in the bedroom, I was not really a risk taker outside the bedroom.
But insecurity, or belief that sex was for the bedroom, seemed to be shattered after the exhilarating, taboo sex I had in the backseat of the car. Suddenly, I wanted to take risks.
Before he could say anything, I took his flaccid cock in my mouth. I love sucking cock… always have. Was a bit of a cock sucking slut in high school, deciding it was a good way to save my virginity for marriage. Plus, I was good at it and actually liked the unique feeling and taste of cum. Of course, I ended up not saving my virginity for marriage, getting fucked at the first college party I went to by a college senior.
“Oh shit,” Alex groaned, “what has gotten into you?”
The answer to that question was his son, but that definitely didn’t seem like a good answer.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth and asked, “Can’t a wife show her husband she loves him by sucking his cock and swallowing his load?”
“Yes she can,” he laughed.
“Plus, I’m hungry and your cum has a lot of healthy nutrients for a body,” I quipped, taking his cock back in my mouth.
“And for your complexion, too,” he added, having read somewhere that cum was good for a woman’s complexion and used it against me to give me the first of many facials many years ago.
Whilel I’d rather swallow a load than take it on my face, being a bit submissive I always just allowed Alex to shoot his load wherever he wanted.
I protested, for the first time since my first ever facial, “Don’t you dare.”
“What? You think Cory would be shocked?” He teased, sliding his cock back in my mouth.
I thought to myself, ‘If you only knew.’ Yet, I kept bobbing, feeling oddly exhilarated doing it in such a public place.
“I’m not going to last long,” he moaned, as I hungrily sucked his cock.
I kept bobbing and was rewarded with a full load of his cum in my mouth, although he pulled out part way through and a small amount rocketed into my face.
I gasped, “Really?”
“I couldn’t resist,” he shrugged, as he slid his cock back in my mouth.
I milked the last remnants of his cum from his cock and sat back up and kissed him hard.
When the kiss ended, he said, “Well that was unexpected.”
“I was hungry,” I shrugged.
“Well, I’m always willing to feed you,” he smiled back as he put his cock away.
We headed back down the trail and resumed the hike hand in hand.
I don’t know how long it took, but eventually we returned to the beginning, and Alex whispered, “You should probably go to the washroom before we head out.”
“Good call,” I nodded, “I really have to pee.”
“And maybe clean the cum off your face,” he added.
“Fuck, you let me wear it that whole hike,” I said, somehow forgetting it was on me.
“Well, you didn’t seem too concerned, and we don’t know anyone here,” he shrugged.
“Except our son,” I pointed out.
“Which is why I mentioned it,” he said.
“Asshole,” I playfully said, hitting him.
“Maybe tonight,” he countered, occasionally fucking my ass.
“You wish,” I quipped back, even though I assumed we would indeed be fucking tonight.
“No, I know,” he said, slapping my ass.
I went to the washroom, washed my face and went pee.
I grabbed a Gatorade and a chocolate bar and returned to the car.
My son and husband were leaning against the car chatting. I wondered how weird it would be if they were chatting about sex.
I joined them and asked, “Ready to go?”
“Sure,” Cory said, before adding, “ready to sit on my lap for a couple more hours?”
“Ready to have your mother squishing you for a couple more hours?” I countered.
“It’s been a tight squeeze,” he countered, smiling at me for the first time since our shocking act.
I laughed, trying to be casual, feeling that my husband could somehow sense the sexual tension between son and wife, “Yes, it’s like a hot box back there.”
Cory laughed, “It’s like a weight loss program back there.”
Alex said, “I’m sorry we hadn’t planned this better.”
Cory joked, repeating an earlier statement I had said, “It’s made for some special mom and son bonding.”
“Well get ready to bond some more,” he said, “It’s a good two to three hours until our late supper stop.”
I couldn’t help but laugh and feel mortified at the reality of what my husband was actually approving potentially, especially when I looked at my son, who had a big smile on his face.
We were back in the car, I was back on Cory’s lap, this time on his right leg leaning against the boxes.
Again, like last time, he ignored me for the first hour.
As I fidgeted, again uncomfortable, he asked, “Uncomfortable?”
I nodded.
He nodded, “Me too,” and pulled out his cock from his shorts. “There, that is a lot better.”
I stared at his semi-erect cock.
I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
He pointed to my pussy.
I looked back at him with confusion.
He moved his hand onto my leg and under my dress and directly to my wet pussy.
I moaned softly, but thankfully the music covered it.
I just sat on his lap and allowed my son to finger my pussy… which he did for a good five minutes… getting me hot and riled.
He then pulled his finger out and put it directly in his mouth.
“Delicious,” he said, loud enough that my oblivious husband heard.
“What’s delicious?” Alex asked.
“The snack Mom shared with me,” Cory brazenly replied.
“Is there any left?” Alex asked.
“No, I ate it all,” Cory responded, as I remained stoic and ashamed.
“I could use a snack,” my oblivious husband said, continuing the surreal conversation.
“Me too,” I added, staring at my son’s cock and licking my lips with wanton intent.
“Maybe next car stop,” Cory suggested.
“I’m definitely stopping,” Alex said. “I could use a bathroom break anyway.”
“God, it’s hot back here,” Cory said, also taking his shirt off, suddenly showcasing his rock hard abs… something my husband had lost years ago.
He then took my hand and guided it to his cock.
I should have resisted, but the invisible magnetic pull was too much.
I took it in my hand and stroked it, even as my husband could stare at me in the rear view mirror if he wished… although he would only see my hungry face.
I wished I could suck my son’s beautiful, slightly curved cock, but that was literally impossible in the confined space.
I had accepted, as I stroked and stared at his majestic cock, I was willing to allow my son to fuck me again.
I wanted and needed that cock in me.
I was ready to climb on top and go for a ride when Alex said, “Pulling over.”
His words and the slowing car brought me back to reality like a cold shower. A reality that I was stroking my son’s cock and about to willingly ride him.
I let go of his cock and to my surprise he didn’t put his cock away, as we rolled to a stop at a small town gas station.
Alex said, “Five minute stop,” as he exited.
“Two minute snack,” Cory said, opening the door, and ordering, “suck me, Mommy.”
I gasped. I wanted to suck him, but couldn’t believe he wanted me to here, even though Alex had conveniently parked in a secluded spot.
“Hurry up, Mommy,” he ordered, “we only have time for an appetizer.”
I quickly got out of the car, overwhelmed with insatiable hunger and lust, turned around, and demanded, as I lowered my mouth onto his cock, “Watch for your father.”
“Yes, Mommy,” he groaned, as I took most of his cock in my mouth.
I bobbed quickly, knowing that high school boys when I was young were quick shooters.
I would have liked to savour sucking his cock, I loved to worship a cock, but time was of the essence. So I furiously bobbed up and down, enjoying the groans coming from my son’s mouth.
“I’m close, Mommy,” he warned and I bobbed faster making it clear he had permission to cum in his Mommy’s mouth.
Then suddenly he said, “Dad! Dad! Dad!”
I quickly left and saw Alex with a small bag. He asked, “You have to pee, don’t you?”
“You know me,” I shrugged, as I headed into the gas station and to the washroom.
I did go pee and then looked in the mirror. What was coming over me?
I had no answer to the question. I sucked my son in a gas station parking lot and was seconds from swallowing his load.
For someone who wasn’t really a risk taker, I had ridden my son to orgasm in the backseat of the car while my husband drove, I had sucked and swallowed my husband’s load on a secluded hiking trail and just now sucked my son.
And he likely wanted me to finish what I started when we were back on the road.
I returned to the car and both men were already in the car. I repositioned again on my son’s lap, his cock was already out and looking like it was expecting to get some tender loving care.
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.
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.
“What’s wrong?” Alex asked, slowing down.
“Leg cramp,” I lied, falling back onto his cock completely, as his finger pulled out as quickly as it entered.
“Should I stop?” Alex asked.
“No, no,” I said, as I began bouncing up and down on Cory’s cock, “I will just stretch it out.”
“Poor Cory,” Alex said, seeing me move up and down, unaware of what I was really doing.
“I’m okay,” Cory said, as his hands went to my hips.
“I’m not hurting you?” I asked, trying to play along.
He laughed, “No, it’s all good.”
“Let me know if you need me to pull over for a few,” Alex offered.
“Will do,” I nodded, when oddly enough I really got a leg cramp… fucking irony.
I reluctantly moved right and up, Cory’s cock sliding out of me, and I said, “Actually, we need to pull over.”
“Okay,” Alex said, slowing down.
“Sorry, Cory, I really need to get out and stretch my leg,” I apologized, wanting him to know I did indeed have a leg cramp.
“I could use a stretch too,” he added, putting his throbbing cock away, as his cum and my wetness leaked out of me.
I wondered if I smelled of sex and I grabbed my purse and pulled out some wet naps. As soon as the car stopped, I got out and stretched my leg, which was still cramping.
The men got out and stretched too.
“Under an hour,” Alex said.
“I know,” I nodded, “I’m all good, just got to get this cramp out.”
“No hurry,” Alex nodded, before he added, “I’m going to take a quick piss.”
As soon as he went around the other side of the car, I quickly began wiping my legs, even under my skirt, not worrying about the one car that drove by. I needed to get rid of the scent of sex.
Cory coughed, which was a warning cough, and I quickly tossed away the wet naps.
Alex said, “Shit, it really is hot today.”
“Burning hot,” Cory agreed.
I added, glancing to Cory, “The heat is stifling.”
“Ready?” my oblivious husband asked.
“Definitely,” I nodded, keeping my gaze on my son, implying that I indeed was looking forward to resuming what we were just doing.
“All right, next stop will be for the night,” Alex announced.
“Sounds good,” I said, as Cory got back in the car.
Once in and back on the road, I fished out Cory’s cock as Alex asked, “Maybe we can find a hotel with a hot tub.”
“Definitely,” I agreed, my body definitely sore from the long day of confined space and, of course, confined fucking. I got Cory’s cock, which was still hard, out and positioned it back at my wanton cunt.
Cory held my hips to keep me balanced as I lowered myself back on my son’s cock.
Once he was all in, I just again sat on his cock, enjoying feeling full. Then I began slowly grinding him again, needing to get my pussy revved up again.
I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the slow build as, ironically, Billy Joel’s ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’ played.
As my orgasm began building and I needed more, I decided to try a new position, I leaned to my right as far as I could go, lifted my ass up which had his cock slide out of me and pointed to Cory.
Cory realized what I wanted. For him to move onto his side and fuck me that way.
He repositioned himself, my head now leaning on the boxes and in plain view of my husband if he turned to his right and looked over his shoulder… which he did.
I smiled, “New position.”
“I see,” he nodded.
“Oh,” I moaned, ever so softly, as Cory’s cock slid back into me and then covering myself pointed, “Horses.”
“Yep,” Alex nodded, as he tried to sing along with Billy Joel.
Meanwhile, my fire was flaming hot now as Cody slowly slid his cock in and out of me.
I needed to reach orgasm and I needed to soon. The starts and stops had driven me crazy and made me more desperate than ever to get off.
I wiggled my ass slightly, implying I wanted it faster.
Cory, thankfully, understood and began pumping in and out of me as a new song began, again an ironic one, Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry like the Wolf’.
And I was indeed hungry.
“Didn’t you see Duran Duran live when you were a teenager?” Alex asked, looking back at me.
“I did,” I nodded, as I tried to hide the feeling of pleasure that my face was likely showing.
“You okay?” he asked again.
“Oh, yes, I’m feeling great,” I said, “just can’t find the perfect position.” Again, my words having two meanings.
“I imagine there is no perfect spot back there,” Alex said.
“That is very true,” I nodded, “I can get comfortable and feel good for a while, but eventually I need a new position.”
Cory’s finger teased my ass as Alex said, “Maybe Cory can drive for the last twenty minutes.”
I wanted to say, “‘He’s driving me right now’, but instead, with just the slightest whimper, my orgasm building, I again said something with two meanings, “We are almost there.”
And I was.
I just needed a few deep hard strokes.
I again wiggled my ass.
This time though Cory took that as permission to finger my ass as it slid rather easily inside.
I winced slightly, the lack of lube giving me a slight burn. I loved anal sex, but usually that included a lot of lube.
But my son’s cock fucking my cunt, and his finger fucking my ass had me close to eruption, as the thrill of doing something so naughty with my husband literally inches away somehow enhanced my desire.
I closed my eyes, bit my lip and allowed the pleasure to build. Thankfully, Alex didn’t talk to me and I was able to just enjoy the double fucking and finally my orgasm hit.
Somehow I was able to keep the scream inside, even though every part of me wanted to scream out loud, as my cum flooded out of me and onto my son’s cock.
Cory kept pumping in and out of me throughout my orgasm until I slapped his hand imploring him to stop and moved up so his cock slid out of me, even as my wetness leaked out of me too. I pointed to my purse and he thankfully knew exactly what I was implying. He pulled out some wet naps and wiped my legs and pussy.
Alex turned back and said, “Ten minutes,”
“Thank God,” I replied, now needing to get out of here before the scent of my sin enveloped the car.
“Your cheeks are really red, Sarah,” Alex said, looking at me worriedly.
“It’s really hot in here, I guess,” I replied, a viable excuse on this hot summer day.
Once Cory was done cleaning up his Mommy, I moved back onto his lap and leaned back on him utterly exhausted.
He whispered in my ear, “I love you, Mommy.”
I wiggled my ass in response, too tired to speak.
Eventually we were in the town and we found a hotel with a pool pretty easily. Alex booked two rooms and after dinner, we all went for a dip in the pool.
While Alex went to hit the sauna, Cory said, “So, once Dad is asleep I want you to come to my room.”
“Really?” I asked, acting coy.
“And I expect you in thigh highs,” he added, acting strong and firm, which was fucking sexy.
“How do you even know I own thigh highs?” I asked.
“You wear them all the time,” he pointed out, before adding, “and often your skirts are short enough I got glimpses of your lace tops.”
“You like nylons?” I asked, something that his father loved.
“How couldn’t I?” he asked, “you wear them every day… I have stared at them every day.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised by this information.
“I made Karen wear them for me,” he added.
“You’re just like your father,” I said.
“He likes them too?” he asked.
“Especially foot jobs in nylons,” I revealed.
“That I have never had done to me,” Cory said.
“Mmmmmmm,” I purred, my foot going to his cock.
“I can’t wait to fuck you on a bed,” he said bluntly.
“Me too,” I nodded, “but I’m not sure I can sneak out of the hotel room.”
“Once he is snoring nothing is waking him up,” Cory pointed out, which was true.
“But still,” I said.
“I wasn’t asking, Mom,” he said, “I am telling you.”
“You are, are you?” I questioned coyly.
“I am, Mother,” he nodded, “tonight you are mine.”
“Your what?” I asked, as I continued putting pressure on his stiff cock.
“My Mommy-slut,” he answered.
“Fuck that’s hot,” I moaned, turned on by such words.
Alex came out and said, “I’m going upstairs.”
“We’ll be there soon,” I nodded, thinking maybe we could have some fun in the empty pool.
“Okay,” Alex nodded, leaving us alone.
As soon as he was gone, I asked, “So, ever fucked in a pool?”
“Actually I have,” he answered.
“Slut,” I joked.
He shrugged, “Never did it in a waterslide though.”
“Hmmmmmmmm,” I purred. “We would be pretty isolated up there.”
“Let’s go,” he nodded, getting out of the hot tub.
I followed him up the stairs.
Once at the waterslide, he said, “On your knees, Mommy.”
I obeyed, moving inside the waterslide tunnel. He stood directly in front of me and I immediately pulled his trunks down just enough to get at his big meat and took it in my mouth.
“So good, Mommy,” he groaned, as I hungrily bobbed on his cock. I had no idea how long we would have alone in there so I focused on speed… even though I would have liked to give him a lengthy blow job.
I sucked him for a couple of minutes, even deep throating him a couple of times, enjoying the moans from my son.
Suddenly, the door opened downstairs.
Cory sighed, “Shit, now you definitely have to come to my room tonight.”
“You really want to come down Mommy’s throat?” I asked.
“And on your face and on your tits and on your ass and in your ass,” he listed.
“Now that would be impressive,” I smiled.
“Kids are on their way up,” Cory said.
“Then you’d better put your dick away,” I responded, as I slid down the waterslide.
We headed back to our hotel rooms with Cory saying one more time, “My room as soon as you can.”
I smiled, “You really are insatiable.”
I returned to my room and Alex was on the bed and clearly already on his way to snooze-ville.
I went and took a bath to wash off the chlorine. It was a long bath and gave me lots of time to replay this crazy day. Which gave me time to get horny again.
I got out of the tub, dried off and returned to the room.
As expected, Alex was already snoring away.
I went to my suitcase and grabbed a pair of black thigh highs. I put them on in the bathroom, put on a hotel robe, grabbed a hotel key and snuck out of my room and into my son’s. I saw he had left the door slightly opened and I walked in… closing the door.
He was on the bed watching sports highlights completely naked.
He smiled, “Black, my favourite colour.”
“Big, my favourite size,” I purred, looking at his flaccid cock.
“Like those tits you have been hiding all day,” he countered.
“What?” I asked, dropping the robe, “These?”
My son was speechless as he stared at my still very firm, very big, tits.
“Like?” I asked.
“I used to suck on those?” he asked.
“Every day,” I nodded, moving to the bed, before asking, “Do you want to relive your youth?”
“God, yes,” he nodded, as he knelt up and cupped my breasts with both hands.
“Mmmmmmm,” I moaned. “Now suck Mommy’s nipples.”
He did, swirling his tongue around my stiff nipple.
“That’s it, baby, Mommy loves her nipples played with,” I moaned.
He surprised me a moment later as he grabbed me and tossed me on the bed. He surprised me again when he spread my legs and buried his face between them.
I moaned loudly on touch. It had been so long since a tongue touched my pussy that I was instantly in heaven. “Your Dad won’t do this,” I revealed a couple of minutes into the tongue lashing.
“Are you kidding me?” Cory asked. “This is fine dining.”
“Then get back to dinner,” I moaned, pulling his head back into my fiery pussy.
He licked me for a couple more minutes until my breathing was increasing and I knew my orgasm was close.
“I’m a flooder,” I warned.
He responded by taking my clit in his mouth and I erupted. “Oh God, yes, baby.”
He hungrily lapped up my cum until I said, “Time for me to finish what I started earlier. Stand up.”
He did.
I moved my stocking-clad feet to his cock and began stroking his cock.
“Oh, this is nice,” he groaned.
“I only buy pure silk nylons,” I explained.
“So I feel,” he nodded, taking my feet and beginning to masturbate himself.
“Don’t be wasting that cum,” I purred.
“Does Mommy swallow?” he asked.
“Are my nylons silk?” I responded.
“And does Mommy take facials too?” he asked.
“Yes, but I’d rather swallow every drop of your cum,” I responded, before adding, “as you fuck my face like the dirty Mommy-slut you have made me.”
“Mmmmmmm,” he groaned, as I moved my feet away, dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth.
“Fuck, I love your mouth, Mommy,” he groaned.
“And Mommy loves your cock,” I replied, before bobbing more.
“Oh God, Mom, I’ve fantasized about this forever,” he revealed.
I instantly wondered how long forever was.
I kept bobbing and in no time at all I felt his legs tense and he declared, “I’m going to come.”
I bobbed faster and seconds later I was finally rewarded with a full load of cum… three times a charm finally.
I kept sucking until every drop of his cum was extracted and he said, “God, that was even better than I could have imagined.”
“Do you imagine getting hard again and fucking your Mommy the old fashioned way?” I asked, before clarifying, “On the bed.”
“Maybe,” he said.
“My question was rhetorical,” I smiled, standing up and kissing him on the lips. I had fucked him twice, sucked him three times and even allowed him to finger my ass, but the kiss was intimate. Our tongues explored each other’s mouths and we fell onto the bed.
For an eternity we made out; our hands roamed.
We were not mother and son; we were two lustful adults exploring each other’s bodies.
Eventually, we ended up in a 69, a positon I had only done once, and that was with a girl. I bobbed on his cock, he licked my pussy and then, without words, he moved me onto my back, spread my legs and slid his cock in me while holding onto my nylon-clad ankles.
“Oh God, son,” I moaned, staring into his eyes, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” he replied back, as he began fucking me.
“God, I wish I knew this when you still lived at home,” I moaned, his cock slamming into me.
“Me too,” he nodded. “I never thought fantasy would become reality.”
“And I never knew you had such a big dick,” I replied, bucking my ass up to meet his forward thrusts.
“I still can’t believe I’m fucking you, Mom,” he said, the look in his eyes one of lust and love.
“Well, we better make every second count,” I replied.
And we did.
He fucked me on my side.
He fucked me doggy style.
I sucked his cock again and then fucked him reverse cowboy.
And we ended the night back in the missionary position.
I came first and he followed shortly after, this time by my stocking-clad feet as I gave him a foot job.
He came on my feet and I, still very flexible form my cheerleader days, moved my foot to my mouth and licked off his cum.
He groaned, “Now that was hot.”
“Everything today was hot,” I countered, as I scooped some more cum off the bed from the first rocket that shot in the air.
“I do love you, Mom,” he said. “This was way more than sex.”
“I know, Cory,” I nodded. “I know.”
“So…” he began, suddenly nervous.
“I probably should get back,” I said, “he will eventually wake up.”
“I hope I never do,” he replied.
“An incest romantic,” I joked.
“And a very horny teenager,” he countered.
“We still have one more day in the car,” I said.
“Maybe two if we can make him stop more,” he countered.
“Mmmmmmm,” I purred. “You still have my tits to cum on.”
“And your face,” he added.
“Facials are such a waste,” I pointed out.
“But I bet you would look fucking hot with a load of cum,” he said.
“Such a romantic,” I joked again, as I took my nylons off. “A souvenir.”
“Of a night I’ll never forget,” he said, taking them and putting them to his face.
“The first of many,” I smiled, “the first of many you mother fucker.”
“Those are the hottest words I have ever heard,” he said.
“And once a mother fucker, always a mother fucker,” I smiled, moving to him.
“Well, then I guess we will have to fuck every chance we get,” he smiled.
I kissed him once more, put my robe back on and snuck out of his room and into mine.
And as I joined my husband in bed, my head was spinning with the strangest, most surreal day in my life.
I had sucked and fucked my son.
And I had no regrets.
And I couldn’t wait to do it again tomorrow.
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