I just stared past my husband and through the windscreen for the next few minutes until we slowed down.
Once we’d stopped, I shifted around as my back was to the door. As I did, my naked pussy again touched down briefly on Cory’s cock, which was again hard.
My first thought was, How long has he been hard?
My second thought was, Why is it hard?
My third thought was, How many times can 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 still fucking hot and muggy.
Alex asked, “So do you guys want to go for a hike?”
“How long?” I asked.
He walked over to a map on display and reported, “There are two trails from here. One is a mile long; the other, three.”
“A mile, sure; three in this heat, no way,” I answered.
Cory offered , “I need to take a lengthy washroom break, wash off some of this sweat, why don’t you two go off 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… and he wasn’t. Oddly, that made me feel unloved, which was of course ludicrous.
As we were walking along the trail I had the sudden urge to show my husband I loved him. I needed to make up for my indiscretion even if he didn’t know about it, by doing something for him.
Ten minutes or so into the hike I saw a small side path and invited him, “Follow me.”
He objected, “I don’t think this is part of the trail.”
“I certainly hope not,” I purred, trying to look sexy and with improper 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’d considered letting him fuck me, but I didn’t want him to see I wasn’t wearing any panties.
He gasped, “Sarah, really? Here?”
“You always say you wish I was more spontaneous,” I quipped, although if he knew how spontaneous I’d already been today he would likely keel over. Plus, although we had a reasonable amount of sex together and I was willing to try almost anything for him in the bedroom, anywhere else I wasn’t much of a risk taker. Normally.
But today my typical insecurity, or the idea that sex was only for the bedroom, seemed to be shattered after the exhilarating, taboo sex I’d enjoyed in the backseat of our car. I now wanted to take risks.
Before he could say a single word I took his flaccid cock in my mouth. I love sucking cock… always have. I was a bit of a cock sucking slut in high school, figuring it was a good way to save my virginity for marriage. Plus, I was good at it and even enjoyed the unique taste and texture of cum. Of course I ended up not saving my virginity after all, getting fucked by an upperclassman at the first college party I went to.
“Oh shit,” Alex groaned, “what’s gotten into you, Sarah?”
The answer to that question was ‘your son,’ but that didn’t seem like a prudent response.
I pulled his cock out of my mouth and asked, “Can’t a wife show her husband she loves him by giving him a little surprise? Like spontaneously sucking his cock and swallowing his load?”
“Yes, she can,” he laughed.
“Plus I’m hungry, and your cum can provide a lot of healthy nutrients for a girl’s body,” I quipped, taking his organic whole-grain-fed cock back in my mouth.
“And it’s good for your complexion, too,” he added, having read somewhere that cum was good for a woman’s skin and had used the argument to give me the first of his many facials years ago.
While I’d rather swallow a load than take it on my face, since I was rather submissive I always just allowed Alex to shoot his load wherever he chose.
I protested, for the first time since my first-ever facial, “Don’t you dare. Not here.”
“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 exhilarated to be doing it in such a public place.
“I won’t last long,” he moaned, as I sucked his cock hungrily.
I kept bobbing and was rewarded with a full load of his cum… in my mouth thank God… although he pulled out partway through and rocketed a small amount onto 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 before standing up and kissing him hard, giving him a taste of his own medicine so to speak. He didn’t appear to mind which surprised me slightly.
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 as he tucked his cock away.
We returned to the marked trail and resumed the hike, hand in hand.
I don’t know how long it took, but eventually we returned to the starting point, and Alex whispered to me, “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 keep wearing it for that whole hike,” I blamed him, since I’d forgotten it was there.
“Well, you didn’t seem too concerned, and we don’t know anyone here,” he shrugged.
“Except for our son,” I pointed out.
“Which is why I mentioned it,” he said.
“Asshole,” I said playfully, hitting him on the shoulder.
“Sounds good. Maybe tonight,” he countered, since he occasionally fucked my ass.
“You wish,” I quipped back, even though I assumed we would indeed be fucking tonight, and given how submissive I was, I knew I wouldn’t keep him away from my ass, if that’s what he wanted.
“No, I don’t wish, 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 endure sitting 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, all right,” he countered, smiling at me for the first time since our shocking act.
I laughed, trying to act casual, worrying that my husband might somehow sense the sexual tension between his wife and son, “Yes, it’s like a hot box back there.”
Cory laughed, “Yes, it’s a sure-fire weight loss program.”
Alex apologized to us both, “I’m sorry we didn’t plan this better.”
Cory joked, repeating an earlier statement I’d made, “It’s enabled some special mom and son bonding.”
“Well, get ready to bond some more then,” Alex said, “It’ll be a good two or three hours until our late supper stop.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, but also to feel mortified at the sordid bonding activities my husband was tacitly approving, especially when my eyes wandered to my son, who was gazing hungrily at me with a big smile on his face.
We were back in the car, I was back on Cory’s lap, this time perched on his right leg, leaning against the boxes.
Like the last time, he just read and ignored me for the first hour. We could have talked about anything with each other since Alex had the radio blaring again, but we didn’t.
But as I began to fidget, again feeling antsy, he asked, “Uncomfortable?”
I nodded.
He nodded, “Me too,” and promptly pulled his cock out of his shorts. “There, that’s a lot better.”
I stared at his semi-erect cock.
This was the first time I’d seen it since he was a little boy.
I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
He pointed to my pussy.
I looked back at him, confused.
He moved his hand onto my leg and reached under my dress, going directly to my wet, naked pussy.
I moaned softly, but thankfully the music covered it.
I just sat on his knee allowing my son to finger my pussy… which he did for a good five minutes… getting me all hot and riled. I was back in the zone again, and I knew I’d do whatever he wanted of me short of outing ourselves to his father.
He then pulled his finger out and stuck it directly in his mouth.
“Delicious,” he said, loud enough that my husband heard him.
“What’s delicious?” Alex asked.
“The snack Mom just shared with me,” Cory replied brazenly.
“Is there any left?” Alex asked.
“No, sorry, I ate it all,” Cory responded, as I remained silent, motionless and feeling I should be ashamed, but wasn’t.
“I could use a snack,” my oblivious husband commented, continuing our surreal conversation.
“Me too,” I added, staring at my son’s cock and licking my lips with wanton intent.
“Maybe at the next stop,” Cory suggested.
“I’m definitely stopping soon,” Alex said. “I could use a bathroom break anyway.”
“God, it’s hot back here,” Cory complained, taking his shirt off, showcasing his rock-hard abs… an attraction my husband had lost years ago.
He then took hold of my hand and guided it to his cock.
I should have resisted, but his magnetic pull was too much, and I didn’t hesitate at all.
I took his tool in my hand and stroked it, knowing that although by now it had gotten dark, my husband could still stare at me in the rear-view mirror anytime he wished… although he would only see my hungry face through the gloom.
I wished I could suck my son’s beautiful, slightly-curved cock, but that was literally impossible within the confined space.
By this time I had fully accepted, as I stroked and stared at Cory’s majestic cock, that I was willing to allow my son to fuck me again.
I wanted that cock inside me. I needed it.
I was ready to climb on top and go for a ride when Alex announced unexpectedly, “Pulling over.”
His words and the slowing car brought me back to reality like a cold shower. A reality where I was stroking my son’s cock and about to willingly ride him.
I released Cory’s cock and to my surprise he didn’t put it away as we rolled to a stop at a small-town gas station.