My husband and son were leaning against the car chatting when I walked up to them.
“So, less than fourteen hours left,” Alex quipped, with a playful smile. “Piece of cake.”
Cory replied, “I don’t know about the cake, 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 the words had left my mouth that they only added to the innuendo if he was implying one, “Yes, it will likely result in some unavoidable mom and son bonding.”
“Well, it’s you two back there for the whole drive,” my husband added. “No way can I fit back there with anybody.”
That was true. My husband was a big man, and there was no way my son or I would be able to fit either side by side with him or on his lap.
Nope, I still had just under fourteen hours to spend with my son in the backseat. The next stretch without any underwear.
Fuck.
My son climbed back into the car first and patted his lap.
I’d intended to get in first and suggested, “Shouldn’t we try side by side again?”
“It’s okay, Mom,” he said, patting his lap once again.
“You sure?” I asked, knowing it could get awkward without my wearing any panties and my pussy still damp… the aftermath dribble of a strong orgasm.
“Side by side will be too tight,” he replied. “We already learned that the hard way.”
There’s that word ‘tight’ again, I thought. Is he saying that on purpose?
“But I’ll crush your legs,” I pointed out, desperate to avoid sitting on his cock again… having enjoyed it too much the first time.
He shrugged dismissively, “Oh Mom, you’re not heavy at all.”
“You sure?” I asked again, still tentative, as I looked down and could still see the shading of a pussy juice 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, now repeating the word ‘hard’ .
The naughty side of me wanted to respond, ‘but it likely will be hard quite soon’, 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 down on his lap, his words again possibly dripping with innuendo, this time adjusting myself sideways to sit more onto his leg to avoid his crotch.
For half an hour I sat precariously but reasonably virtuously in that spot as we continued driving. Then I felt his hands on my hips as he informed me, not asking for my opinion, while he lifted me up slightly, “Mom, we need to change positions.”
When he lowered me back down, my pussy was again directly seated on his cock, which was again stiff and prominent. I couldn’t help but let out a slight moan as my naked pussy once again responded to its pressure. (I realize that the last time I was sitting in this position I was calling it a penis, but anything that could get me this horny was no clinical penis, it was a damn cock.)
For the next half hour, even though the road was smooth, I kept feeling his cock flinching periodically, which made my pussy tremble and get excessively wet.
Alex asked, “Comfortable back there?”
My son replied, “It’s tight, but good.”
I gasped because while he was saying that, I felt three distinct movements of his cock.
“You okay, Sarah?” Alex asked, as I felt some wetness leaking out of me.
“I’m good,” I responded. I wanted to move away, but I knew without a doubt that I’d deposited even more wetness on my son’s crotch, and if I moved (not that there was anywhere to move to), it would be clearly noticeable. The ability to enjoy wet multiple orgasms had always been a great joy to me, but right now it was my kryptonite.
“Next stop is almost an hour away,” Alex informed his passengers courteously.
“No worries,” I responded, trying to be causal.
Cory added, “Yeah, although it’s getting hot back here.”
“The air is on full,” Alex informed him, and indeed I wasn’t overly hot, except down below. This time Cory’s words were definitely filled with innuendo. My son was flirting with me!
“I think it’s Mom’s body resting on mine that’s making me so hot,” Cory said, as he again flexed his cock directly against my pussy… his intent now perfectly clear. His words also had two very different meanings, one for his Dad and quite a different one for me.
After another minute, Cory asked, “Dad, can you turn the radio up?”
“If I do, I won’t be able to talk with you, I can barely hear you now,” Alex objected.
“That’s okay,” Cory reassured him, “we’ll just let you drive and rock out to your eighties tunes.”
“It’s the eye of the tiger,” my husband began singing as he turned up the radio to the Survivor tune.
Cory was doing something with his phone. Suddenly my phone rang out, announcing a text message.
It was in my purse, which was on the floor, so I reached down, and in doing so I ground my pussy into my son’s very hard cock. I couldn’t deny it… I was incredibly aroused.
I snagged my phone and leaned back up again, unable not to grind my very wet pussy against him again, and I saw the text was from 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 me.
I didn’t know what to say.
A second message followed.
And why are you so wet?
I still didn’t know what to say.
I was paralyzed with indecision. Obviously I should stop this inappropriate texting in its tracks. Yet I was incredibly horny, so I wasn’t thinking like a mother or a wife, but like a wanton woman.
As I stared at my phone, shocked by my son’s brazen words yet equally turned on, I was startled as I felt Cory’s hands grasping my hips, lifting me up.
I leaned up slightly against the driver’s seat, bumping my husband.
Alex glanced back so I said, trying to act casual even as my mind was turned to mush, “Sorry, just changing positions.”
“I’m sorry about this situation,” he apologized.
“It is what it is,” I replied, not blaming him, as I felt my son’s hands on my hips as he lowered me back down onto his lap and… and right onto his hard cock!
I yelped in surprise and Alex asked as he turned down the radio, “You okay?”
“Yes, I just got poked by something in a box,” I responded weakly, unable not to say something naughty, an amazing pleasure coursing through me as my son’s cock, which I now had excellent reason to know was bigger than my husband’s, was buried deep inside 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 inside me, anchoring me in place.
I just sat there; the urge to start riding my son’s cock growing with every second it remained inside me.
I just sat there; wondering what my astonishing son was going to do next.
I just sat there; secretly wishing Cory would take even more control.
I just sat there; worried that if my son did take control, I would be unable to conceal the obvious reality that we were committing incest just inches away from my husband.
I just sat there and… judge me if you must… enjoyed the ride, every bump in the road giving me fresh pleasure as Cory’s cock surged up inside me. I had to use all my will power not to moan, not to alert my husband to the incestuous adultery I was committing and I couldn’t deny, committing willingly.
Yet, I was frustrated that my son, who had been so brazen as to slide his cock into me, was now just sitting there reading his Kindle, as if his cock weren’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 not to just give in to my insatiable hunger and begin bouncing wildly up and down on my son’s cock.
I had to use all my willpower not to moan in response to every bump on the highway, especially when Alex occasionally drove across some rumble strips, making my body tremble and my pussy quake.
I had to use all my willpower not to grind my pussy on his cock to get myself off, the teasing of a quiescent cock nestled inside me but not doing a damn fucking thing driving me nuts!
Alex startled me, since my head was miles away, when he announced, “Twelve miles to the next stop.”
This seemed to prompt my son finally to take control. He began slowly lifting me up and down on his cock.
I clamped my lips together to make sure I wouldn’t moan as a mixture of emotions swirled through me.
Excitement, because my son was finally taking control.
Humiliation, because I was excited he was taking control.
Pleasure, because the slow fucking was now coursing through every fibre of my being.
Frustration, because he wasn’t fucking me hard like I liked it, although I knew there was no way that was a good idea.
Guilt, because I was allowing my son to fuck me. Theoretically, when his cock had been only motionlessly lodged inside me I hadn’t been allowing him to fuck me. I had simply been allowing him to penetrate me. I know that’s a pitiful technicality, but it had been all I had left to grasp onto… and now it was gone.
But then my son let go of my hips, handing the decision over to me.
This was my chance to put a halt to this. To lift up my body and eject his cock from my very wet pussy. To take parental control of this bizarre situation.