My orgasm was rising as the song was nearing its own climax and I screamed, “Oh fuck,” when my son surprised me by sliding a finger in my ass.
“What’s wrong?” Alex asked, slowing down the car.
“Leg cramp,” I lied, falling back onto Cory’s cock completely, and his finger pulled out of me as quickly as it had entered.
“Should I stop?” Alex asked.
“No, no worries,” I said, as I began bouncing up and down on Cory’s cock, “I’ll just stretch it out.”
“Poor Cory,” Alex said, seeing my torso moving up and down as I allegedly stretched my leg, 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 did get a leg cramp… fucking irony.
I reluctantly moved to the right and up, Cory’s cock sliding out of me, and I said, “Actually, we do need to pull over.”
“Okay,” Alex said, slowing down.
“Sorry, Cory, I really need to get out and stretch my leg,” I apologized.
“I could use a stretch too,” he sympathized, putting his throbbing cock away as his cum and my wetness leaked out of me.
I worried that I probably smelled of sex so I grabbed my purse and pulled out some wet naps. As soon as the car stopped, I struggled out and began stretching my leg, which was still cramped.
The men got out and they stretched too.
“Less than an hour to go,” Alex reassured us.
“I know,” I nodded, “I’ll be good once I get this cramp out.”
“No hurry,” Alex nodded, before he added, “I’m going to go take a quick piss.”
As soon as he disappeared around the other side of the car, I urgently began wiping my legs and under my skirt, not even worrying about the lone car that drove by. I needed to get rid of the smell of sex.
Cory coughed, a warning cough, and I quickly tossed away the wet naps.
Alex returned, saying, “Shit, it really was hot today.”
“Still is, burning hot,” Cory agreed.
I added, glancing to Cory, “Stifling.”
“Ready?” my husband asked, still oblivious to what Cory and I had been doing together to overheat ourselves, almost all day.
“Definitely ready,” I nodded, gazing at my son meaningfully, signaling to him that I was indeed looking forward to resuming what we’d just been doing.
“All right, next stop will be for the night,” Alex announced.
“Sounds wonderful,” I said, as Cory climbed back into the car.
Once we were all inside and back on the road, I fished out Cory’s cock as Alex hoped, “Maybe we can find a hotel with a hot tub.”
“That would be great,” I agreed, my body sore from the long day of confined space and of course furtive fucking. I got Cory’s cock out again, glad to feel it was still hard, and positioned it back at my wanton cunt.
Cory held my hips to keep me balanced as I lowered myself back onto his cock.
Once he was fully inside me, again I just sat on it, enjoying how full it made me feel. Then after a short while I began slowly grinding on him again, getting eager to get revved up again.
I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the slow build as, ironically, Billy Joel’s ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’ rang through the car. The pulsing drums felt particularly helpful.
As my orgasm began building and I needed more, I decided to try a new position, so I leaned to my right as far as I could go, lifting my ass up, which made his cock slide out of me as I gestured at him.
Cory realized what I wanted. For him to roll 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, thinking I was in search of comfort, not in search of getting off.
“Oh,” I moaned ever so softly, as Cory’s cock slid back into me. And then to explain myself I pointed out the window and announced, “Horses.”
“Yep,” Alex nodded, as he tried to sing along with Billy Joel.
Meanwhile my fire was now flaming as Cody slowly slid his cock in and out of me.
I needed to reach another orgasm and I needed it soon. The starts and stops had driven me crazy and I was more desperate than ever for liftoff.
I wiggled my ass, signaling I wanted him to ream me faster.
Thankfully Cory understood and began pumping in and out of me with renewed vigour 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 Cory slowed down, making it possible for my head to stop rocking back and forth as I tried to conceal the feelings of pleasure that must have been showing on my face.
“You okay?” he asked again.
“Oh, yes, I’m feeling great,” I said, “just can’t find the best position.” Again, my words having two meanings.
“I imagine there isn’t any perfect spot back there,” Alex sympathised.
“That’s very true,” I agreed, “I can get comfortable and feel okay for a while, but soon I need a new position.”
Cory’s finger teased my ass as Alex said unhelpfully, “Maybe Cory should drive for the last twenty minutes.”
I wanted to tell him, “‘He’s driving me right now’, but instead, with just the slightest whimper, my orgasm building, I spoke another double entendre, “Not helpful, we’re almost there.”
And I was.
I just needed a few more deep, hard strokes.
Again I wiggled my ass.
This time though, Cory took that as permission to finger my ass, so he rather easily slid it inside.
I winced slightly, the lack of lube giving me a slight burn. I loved anal sex, but usually it required a lot of lube.
But my son’s cock fucking my cunt, and now the additional stimulation of his finger fucking my ass had me close to eruption, spurred on by the thrill of doing something so naughty with my husband two feet away, enhanced my desire.
I closed my eyes, bit my lip, continued fucking and allowed the pleasure to build. Thankfully Alex didn’t interrupt the mood by talking to me, and I was able just to enjoy the double-holed fucking until finally my orgasm hit.
Somehow I was able to keep the scream inside, even though every part of me wanted to scream my release to the heavens, as my cum flooded out of me around my son’s fat cock.
Cory kept pumping in and out of me throughout my orgasm until I slapped his hand, imploring him to stop, and levered myself up so his cock slid out of me, as my wetness leaked out of me as well. I pointed to my purse and thankfully he knew exactly what I wanted. He pulled out some wet naps to wipe my legs and pussy.
Alex turned back to us and said, “Ten minutes,”
“Thank God,” I replied, both because even when he turned he could only see my head, but also because now we all needed to get out of here before the scent of my sin, which would very soon be permeating the car, wafted into my husband’s nose.
“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 evening.
Once Cory was done cleaning up his Mommy, I shifted back onto his lap and slumped back against him, utterly exhausted.
He whispered in my ear, “I love you, Mommy.”
I wiggled my ass in response, too tired to speak, but I did reach back to caress his cheek for a few affectionate moments.
Eventually we arrived in the town, and we found a hotel pretty easily. It even had a pool with a hot tub! Alex booked two rooms, and after dinner we all went for a dip.
While Alex went to hit the sauna Cory and I slipped into the hot tub where he said, “So Mommy, once Dad is asleep I want you to come to my room.”
“Really?” I asked, acting coy. “I can’t imagine why.”
“And I expect you to be wearing thigh highs,” he added, addressing me strongly and firmly, which I found fucking sexy.
“How do you even know I own thigh highs?” I teased.
“You wear them all the time,” he pointed out before adding, “and often your skirts are short enough to give me glimpses of your lace tops.”
“You like my stockings?” I asked, something his father also loved.
“How couldn’t I?” he asked, “you wear them every day… I’ve been perving on them for years.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised by this information.
“I even made Karen wear them for me,” he added.
“Then you’re just like your father.”
“He likes them too?”
“He especially enjoys foot jobs when I’m wearing them,” I revealed.
“That I’ve never had done to me,” Cory said wistfully.
“Mmmmmmm,” I purred promisingly, my foot going to his cock.
“I can’t wait to fuck you in a bed,” he said bluntly.
“Me too,” I nodded, “but I’m not sure I should sneak out of our room.”
“Once he gets to snoring nothing will wake him up,” Cory pointed out, which was true.
“But still…” I said.
“I’m not asking, Mom,” he said, “I’m telling you what you’re going to do for me.”
“You are, are you?” I questioned coyly.
“I am, Mother,” he nodded, “tonight you’re mine.”
“I’m your what?” I pressed, as my foot continued pressing against his stiff cock.
“You’re my Mommy-slut,” he answered firmly.
“Fuck is that hot,” I moaned, totally turned on.
Alex came out of the sauna and told us, “I’m going upstairs.”
“I’ll join you soon,” I nodded, thinking that first maybe my new lover and I could have some fun in the empty pool.
“Okay,” Alex nodded, leaving us alone.
As soon as he was gone, I asked, “So: you ever fucked in a pool?”
“Actually, I have,” he answered.
“Slut,” I joked.
He shrugged, “Never did it on a waterslide though.”
“Hmmmmmmmm,” I purred. “We would be pretty isolated up there. It’s enclosed.”
“Let’s go,” he nodded, climbing out of the hot tub.
I followed him up the stairs.
Once we were at the top of the waterslide he ordered me, “On your knees, Mommy.”
I obeyed, crawling inside the waterslide tunnel. He stood directly in front of me, holding onto the edges as I pulled his trunks down just far enough to get at his big meat, before taking it in my mouth.
“That’s so good, Mommy,” he groaned, as I hungrily bobbed on his cock. I had no idea how long we would be alone out here so I focused on speed… even though I would have preferred to give him a lengthy blow job.