The words I’d been dying to hear… or to read. I eagerly obeyed, moving my left hand to the top of my husband’s seat while holding my phone in the other. I slowly began riding my son up and down, glancing out the left window to see that the rain was coming down even harder now. With this torrent pummeling noisily on the roof of the car, and the wiper blades going full speed in an attempt to give Alex enough visibility to drive safely, there was no way he would be paying any attention at all to what was happening directly behind him.
C: Nice and slow, Mom.
M: God, I just want you to bend me over and take control of me right here! I wish you would just bugger the hell out of me!
C: You’re such a slut, Mom.
M: I’m your slut, baby.
C: Forever!!!
I read that word.
One simple word.
No question mark, just assertion.
I realized that this could be more than just a three-day backseat stand… it could be so much more.
M: You want to keep fucking Mommy more than just during this trip?
C: Mom, I own you now. I plan to have you come visit me often, so I can shoot so many loads of cum in you that you will get bloated from it.
M: No such thing as too much cum.
C: Is that a challenge?
M: A fact!
C: You have experience with this?
M: More fantasy than reality. But give me your best shot. Or shots.
C: So what is your fantasy?
I pondered this. I could probably list a dozen. I wanted to be with a woman. I wanted to be double penetrated by two cocks. I wanted to be the centerpiece of a gangbang or a train.
M: I have quite a few.
M: U?
C: Tell me.
I continued slowly riding my son, as I listed just some of my fantasies.
M: I would like to be with a woman.
M: I would like to be double penetrated.
M: I would like to be gangbanged.
M: I would like to go to a glory hole and suck cock after cock.
M: I would like to be triple-penetrated.
M: I would like to be with a she-male.
C: A she-male?
M: A cock and tits… the best of both worlds.
C: LOL.
My pussy was on fire as I listed my naughty fantasies to my son. I wanted to come… no, I needed to come.
M: Do you want to watch Mommy eat cunt?
M: Get double penetrated?
M: Gangbanged?
M: Fisted?
M: Have a cum bath?
C: Oh God, they’re all so hot.
He grabbed my hips and began pumping furiously into my wanton cunt. Knowing he was close to coming, I decided to keep my texting nasty.
M: Do you want to fuck Mommy’s ass?
M: Pound the living shit out of Mommy?
M: Ream her butt?
M: Cleanse her asshole with a full load of cum?
I felt his cum erupting inside me as my own orgasm approached.
But he then pulled me back down onto his cock and held me there, preventing my orgasm from erupting, or even progressing.
C: No coming for you yet, Mommy.
I was completely frustrated. I was so close and so desperate to come.
M: Please!!!
C: No! Mommy-pets only come when they get permission.
M: I’ll do anything.
C: Anything???
M: Mommy is your complete obedient cum slut, baby.
C: Anything has a pretty wide scope.
M: Yes baby, it does.
C: You’d eat cunt for me?
M: YES!!!
C: You’d fuck me and a buddy simultaneously?
The idea of fucking him and his good friend Calvin popped into my head. Somehow years of fantasies, of reading online Literotica and watching porn was no longer enough for me. I wanted to live out all my slutty fantasies… Cameras or not, spectators or not, I wanted to star in my own porno scenes.
M: YES, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
C: What about coming to my frat house if I join one, and serving as a cum bucket for the entire fraternity?
M: OH MY GOD!!! With that thought in my head I might come just by sitting here.
M: Does my son want me to be gangbanged?
C: I’m asking the questions here. But yes, helping make your fantasies come true would be both a major turn-on for me, and gratifying for my Mommy as well.
I was so desperate to come… so desperate to impress him… so in love with him as both a son and a lover… I used a term that would forever after define our relationship.
M: I will obey whatever you order me to do, Master.
C: MASTER!!! I like that.
M: I mean it, Master. I will obey you without hesitation or limitations.
C: What about Dad? If I ordered it, would you scream ‘Your son is reaming my asshole?’
Aye! The rub. I was so overwhelmed with lust that I had briefly forgotten I was not only married, but that my loving husband was a couple feet away. Guilt came rushing back in, which was ironic considering all I’d done yesterday and today.
M:???
M: I love your father.
M: And I love you.
C: I love him too.
C: But this is real.
Real…
Was it?
It was raw.
It was intense.
It was taboo.
But… was I willing to end my marriage to be with my son?
Reality came crashing in like a large broken window in a thunderstorm.
As I pondered this question without knowing the answer, Alex spoke for the first time in a long time, “We’re pulling over in three miles. I need to pee, we need gas and we should likely have some lunch.”
With my orgasm suppressed by sudden guilt, I agreed, “I could pee and eat too.”
Cory added, “Me three.”
I remained impaled on my son’s cock until Alex was pulling off the highway. I slowly raised myself off his cock and felt his cum and my wetness leaking out of me and down my leg.
As I smelled my unplugged sex, strong and undeniable, I was thankful for my husband’s anosmia… his inability to perceive odor (which had been caused by meningitis as a teenager).
I moved my thong back over my leaking pussy and shifted over to sit on my son’s right leg.
He texted me:
C: We will continue this conversation later.
C: PS: I plan to plug that ass sometime today.
We didn’t say anything, as we both contemplated the one flaw with this intense sex… my husband, his dad.
I love Alex. He’s a good man. A caring husband and a great provider.
Yet he’d never been able to comprehend my sexual desires or attempt to fulfill them. For years I had accepted that mostly boring sex was just the way it was. Yesterday’s raw carnal sex had awakened the sleeping slut in me, and I had no intention of allowing her to go back into slumber.
I decided to text back, willing to risk everything for more of that sexual intensity, my hungry cunt and ass overruling my moral code… or what was left of it.
M: You’d better. My asshole is tingling with anticipation for that big thick cock of yours.
C: Then you’d better find some lube. Because with or without it I’m reaming that asshole first chance I get.
As the car pulled into a rather large parking lot near a few restaurants, gas stations and more, I pondered whether we could inconspicuously slip away into a bathroom.
But where the hell would I get lube?
As soon as the car stopped, I got out. I looked around not for a bathroom, even though I had to pee, nor for a restaurant, even though I was hungry, but for a place that would sell anal lube… which seemed unlikely.
Alex said, “Let’s eat first.”
“No, let’s go to the washroom first,” I countered.
“Okay,” he nodded. “Then let’s meet at that family restaurant over there. I need to tank up on some real food.”
“Sounds good,” I nodded.
I headed to the bathroom and I was sitting on the stall peeing when I got a text.
C: I just googled anal lube alternatives and apparently coconut oil is one that works well.
I figured that would be slightly easier to find, but not very. I quipped back:
M: Shoot, I just used the last of it this morning to bake brownies.
C: I’m going on the prowl for coconut oil or other lube. I want my Mommy-slut to be happy.
M: Happy hunting!
M: Master!
I finished peeing and went to meet my husband.
He asked, “Where’s Cory?”
“I thought he was with you,” I lied.
“I should text him,” he said.
“Oh, let him be. He’s capable of fending for himself,” I said. “We are about to drop him off all by himself at the college, after all.”
“True enough,” he nodded. “Plus, that will give us some alone time.”
“I’m not sucking you off in any restaurant,” I quipped, before adding, “although if you can find a discreet location, I wouldn’t mind a quickie.”
“You’re suddenly insatiable,” he mused, shaking his head.