Alex told us, “Five-minute stop,” as he exited the car.
“Two-minute snack,” Cory said, opening the door, getting out and ordering, “suck me, Mommy.”
I gasped. I wanted to suck him but I couldn’t believe he wanted me to do it here, even though Alex had conveniently parked us in a secluded spot and the unlit parking lot was almost totally dark.
“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, “Keep watch for your father.”
“Yes, Mommy,” he groaned, as I took most of his cock in my mouth.
I bobbed quickly, remembering that the high school boys when I was young had been quick shooters.
I would have preferred to savour sucking his cock, I loved worshipping a cock, but time was of the essence. So I bobbed furiously up and down, enjoying the groans emerging from my son’s mouth.
“I’m close, Mommy,” he warned, and I bobbed even faster, making it clear he had permission to cum in his Mommy’s mouth.
Then suddenly he whispered to me, “Dad! Dad! Dad!”
I quickly stood up and saw Alex approaching with a small bag. Thank God the parking lot was so dark! He asked me, “You still have to pee, don’t you?”
“You know me,” I shrugged, as I headed into the gas station and went to the washroom.
I went pee and then looked in the mirror. What’s coming over me?
I had no answer to the question. Moments ago I’d been sucking my son in a gas station parking lot, and been seconds away from swallowing his load.
For someone who wasn’t a risk taker, I was sure breaking character. I’d ridden my son to mutual orgasms 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 I’d sucked my son, and it wasn’t due to any virtue of mine that he hadn’t cum in my mouth.
And Cory likely would want me to finish what I’d started once we were back on the road. And I would likely just hop right to it.
I returned to the car and both men were already seated inside. I repositioned myself once more on my son’s lap, his cock already out and looking like it was expecting some tender loving care.
I moved back to the same right leg I’d been sitting on before we stopped. I liked being able to keep an eye on both my husband and my son.
As soon as we were back on the highway, Cory pointed back to his cock and I silently reached over and began stroking it, even as my husband began a conversation with me.
“So about seventy more miles and then we can stop for dinner and a hotel,” he said.
“Sounds good,” I said and continued, again with a double meaning, “I’ll be starving by then, I may even have to gnaw on a nice juicy T-bone.”
“Me too,” Alex joined in; I had to bite my lip not to laugh.
“What about you, Cory, what are hungry for?” I asked, giving him a look that spoke volumes.
He moved his hand beneath my dress again and responded, his eyes never leaving mine, “Oh, I’m hoping for fish tonight.”
Alex wouldn’t ever eat me out, he said it was gross. So the idea of getting licked for the first time in a couple of decades, that having been done by my college roommate during a drunken night in our senior year, was very appealing.
“I thought you didn’t like fish?” Alex puzzled.
“I do 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 call ahead?”
“There’ll be space,” Alex blindly believed.
“Okay,” I shrugged, my focus on my son’s cock.
“Looking forward to living on your own, Cory?” Alex asked.
“I’ll 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 were tracing around his mushroom top.
“Hopefully you’ll get along,” Alex continued, trying to keep the dying conversation going.
I crooned, “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 trivialities until Alex turned the music back up.
“Need to change positions?” Cory asked.
“I think so,” I nodded, never having stopped my stroking of his cock or staring at it.
He patted his lap, as if putting the decision this time completely in my hands (pun intended as I was still stroking his cock).
I paused to steady myself then I shifted around, my back to him, having changed hands to continue grasping his cock as I straddled it. I paused again, and then lowered myself onto my baby boy’s big, hard, cunt-stretching cock. Oh my God did it feel good!
My pussy was on fire and it easily welcomed my son’s cock as it was invaded again.
Once I was entirely settled down on his lap I just sat there, loving the feeling of being full again. The first time I’d been full of anxiety and we were rushed, not to mention I was struggling with conflicting emotions. This time I was going to enjoy the ride.
First, I just ground on his cock, swaying my hips forward and back.
While I did this, Cory cupped my breasts for the first time. Yet, knowing that the dash lights might enable Alex to see me getting felt up by our son in the rear-view mirror, I moved his hands away.
Thankfully, he didn’t try again.
To my surprise, this position coupled with the slow grinding, was enough to get Cory off, as without warning, a few minutes into the slow tease, I felt my cunt walls getting coated in cum.
I was disappointed, having wanted to really enjoy the last hour of the drive. Yet a minute later when I’d finished milking his cum and began to lift myself off him, he held me in place.
I looked back questioningly and he mouthed, “Give me five.”
It was just as if he had said, ‘I love you’. Once Alex was done, he was done… needing hours to reload his weapon. And if I hadn’t come, which was almost always the case, it wasn’t an issue worthy of his attention.
But Cory, young and virile, was able not only to reload quickly, but to remain hard while doing so. Oh, how I missed my college years when everyone was younger.
So I just sat on my son’s cock while watching the boring nighttime scenery pass by, waiting impatiently for Cory to get ready for round three, but knowing he wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d given me another screaming… well okay, tonight it would be a stifled orgasm, but a powerful one all the same.
Alex asked us, “Still okay back there?”
“I was hoping for more excitement,” I answered, grinding back on Cory oh so slightly.
“Yeah, it’s been 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’s hard to sit in one position for so long.”
“Half an hour to go,” 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’m famished.”
“For that 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, now nice and hard, went deeper inside me.
I yelped, like I had the first time his cock filled me.
“You okay?” Alex asked, this becoming a recurring question.
“Oh, I just keep getting poked,” I said, which was true, as Cory slyly moved his ass up and down.
“We’ll try and reorganize everything tomorrow morning,” Alex promised.
“Good idea,” I nodded, as I tried not to moan.
“There must be a way to make this work.”
Cory added, “I’m okay, Dad. I’ve gotten 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? His thoughts wouldn’t go there even for an instant.
“Oh, I love this song,” I said, when Starship’s ‘We Built This City’ came on, wanting the music to be turned up, wanting a distraction from the irrepressible sounds I was about to make.
My husband obliged my request and not only cranked up the volume but began singing as well.
I leaned up close and began singing along 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 sharing looks with me, enjoying this revisiting of our 1980s duet singing as he sang the Mickey Thomas parts and I the Grace Slick parts, completely unaware that at this very moment his flesh and blood was fucking his wife.
And I just went with it… which made me not only a bad Mom for allowing my son to fuck me, but a bad wife as I got even more turned on, knowing I was cheating on him even though he was close enough we could have shared a kiss. Although I’m sure I couldn’t have summoned enough self-control to carry that one off without moaning right into his mouth and giving everything away.