“That sounds like a great name for a porn movie,” I joked, “Don’t miss ‘Suddenly Insatiable’: sedate housewife unexpectedly breaks character to take on a football team.” He chuckled at my impromptu plotline as he found us an open table.
We had lunch (sans blow job) and chatted about our upcoming two-week road trip to use up the time while we waited for the closing date on our new condo to arrive.
We were just finishing up when Cory texted me:
C: Circle C family bathroom now!
“Is it Cory?” Alex asked.
“Yes,” I nodded and thought quickly. “He needs some money. Apparently he’s eating somewhere that doesn’t take credit cards.”
“Ok, I can go and help him,” Alex said.
“No, no,” I objected, trying not to look too eager. “I’ll go. You can pay the bill here, get some snacks for the drive… I want some licorice… and fuel up the vehicle.”
“Yes, my drill sergeant,” he joked, always teasing me about my planned itineraries.
“You’d better be ready to become a sexy full-time drill sergeant once we drop Cory off tomorrow,” I quipped back, before I kissed him and walked away.
I texted:
M: On my way, Master.
C: Hurry up slut,
C: Time for your butt!
I laughed at his terrible rhyme and tried one of my own as I spotted the Circle C a couple of buildings down.
M: You’re no Eminem.
M: But you can have my back end.
C: Okay, that was better, LOL
C: Now hurry up!!!
I walked double fast, almost running… knowing time was of the essence.
Reaching the bathroom, I found it locked. I knocked.
The door opened and I quickly slipped inside before it could close again.
“Bend over the sink,” Cory ordered, taking control immediately.
“Yes, Master,” I purred, turned on both by his strong persona and by what we’d just agreed we were about to do.
Once I was bent over, I saw lube in his hand. I asked, “You found some?”
“Believe it or not, yes,” he nodded, as he tugged my thong down and poured some oil on his cock and between my ass cheeks.
A chill of adrenaline coursed through me: I was about to be ass fucked! I’d fantasized about it for years, tried to replicate it for years, yet nothing compares with the real thing.
I felt his cock rubbing up and down my ass cheeks and then felt it teasing my asshole.
I moaned, “Just slide it in, baby. Your cock was made for my ass.”
He laughed, “Two days ago, who would have thought I would ever hear those words from you?”
“Yesterday morning, evennnnnn,” I pointed out, as his cock broke through the sphincteral barrier that’s supposed to ward off such violations from the outside world.
“So tight,” he groaned, as his cock shoved itself sluggishly into me, slow like a turtle.
“So big,” I groaned back, loving the way his cock was widening my asshole.
“Shit, I can’t believe my clean-living Mom loves it in the ass,” he said, clearly in as much awe of this moment as I was.
“I can’t believe my righteous boy is so willingly sodomizing his mother in a public washroom,” I quipped back.
He didn’t respond, at least not verbally, but his hands grasped my hips a bit more tightly as he kept progressing deeper into my back door.
I, on the other hand, was talking endlessly, loving the opportunity to speak out after needing to be so cautiously silent in the vehicle, “Oh yes, baby, I want that entire cock of yours buried in Mommy’s ass. Give it to your Mommy like the ass-slut she is! Baby that’s painful, but it’s so fucking good!”
“Almost there,” he declared, as the never-ending slow penetration continued.
“I feel like you’re impaling me,” I whimpered, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through me. I’d always loved the pleasure-pain oxymoron. The right kind of pain often led to a more intense pleasure.
“All in,” he announced a moment later.
A chill went up my spine at taking his entire cock in my ass. I asked naughtily, “Are you going to just hang out there and celebrate, or are you going to fuck Mommy’s ass?”
“Beg for it, Mommy-slut,” he demanded, not yet moving.
“Oh, baby, please fuck Mommy’s asshole. It hasn’t been fucked by a real cock in over twenty years!”
“Then it’s time to make up for lost time,” he declared, as he began to fuck me, but slowly.
“Oh yes baby, it feels so good,” I moaned, the pleasure growing quickly to replace the pain.
“You love it in your ass, don’t you?” he asked smugly, after a minute of slow fucking.
“I love your cock in any of my holes,” I agreed.
“Information like that would have been good to know during my entire senior year,” he joked.
“I never knew you were this well-hung,” I quipped. “I stopped giving you baths when you were still little.”
“I knew, though. So on my eighteenth birthday I should have just bent you over the kitchen table and fucked you senseless?” he speculated, as he started to go faster.
“Oh, if only you had a time machine to go back in time and do just that,” I purred, the idea so fucking hot.
“We definitely need to make up for lost time,” he promised.
“Then fuck me harder right now,” I moaned, my long-denied orgasm building once again.
“I don’t know if I want to,” he teased, continuing his steady pace.
“Please Master,” I whined, “Mommy needs her shit hole destroyed by your huge pile driver.”
Suddenly he thrust hard, making me scream as he plumbed new depths inside me.
“You mean like that?” he asked, buried deep.
“I don’t want this ever to end,” I answered, before adding, “now do it again.”
Then my phone rang.
“Shit, it’s your father,” I sighed.
“Interesting choice of words,” he laughed as he gave me another deep, hard, thrust.
“Fuck, baby,” I yelped, as I grabbed the phone.
“Answer it,” he ordered.
“Try not to make me scream,” I said.
“No promises,” he tormented me, as he resumed fucking me.
“Hey, baby,” I answered.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“In the bathroom,” I answered.
“Almost done?” he asked.
“I may be a few minutes,” I answered.
“Oh, okay. Did you find Cory?” he asked.
“He found me,” I replied.
“Well, I’m ready whenever you are,” he said.
“Okay, I’ll be out soon,” I moaned, “Cory’s almost ready; we’ll meet you at the car,” as Cory started fucking me faster.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Upset stomach,” I answered.
“Oh, okay,” he said, clearly uncomfortable. “Take your time.”
“Oh God!” I yelped, as Cory slammed into me again.
“I’d better let you go,” Alex said.
“K,” I whimpered, hanging up. “You brat.”
“Slut.”
“Mother fucker.”
“Ass-taking cum slut.”
“For you I am. Drill my ass,” I demanded, the name-calling only enhancing my growing desire to cum.
He pounded me for a few more hard thrusts and then suddenly pulled out.
“Now what are you doing?” I whined, my orgasm nearing an apocalyptic explosion.
“I was just making sure your ass will be well gaped for me in the car,” he explained, as he wrangled his erect cock away.
“You can’t be serious?” I questioned, horny as hell.
“Oh yes, you’re my Backseat Mommy and you need to live up to your role,” he smiled, as he slapped my needy ass, hard.
“You fucking bastard,” I snapped, as I stood up, and pulled up my thong as his phone rang.
“Hi, Dad,” he greeted, pointing to his cock.
I glared at him, but obediently dropped to my knees and fished out his hard cock.
“Yeah, I’m just finishing up here,” Cory said, as I took the cock that seconds earlier had been buried deep in my asshole, into my mouth.
“Yeah, I’m with Mom right now,” he said. “She says she’s feeling better and is just eating a hot dog.”
My eyes went wide as I bobbed on his cock, the taste of my back door on his dick, tangy.
“I know, she has quite the appetite,” Cory agreed, before adding, “I don’t know how she takes it all in her tiny frame.”
I could barely keep from laughing at the naughty innuendo he was telling his Dad, who would be completely oblivious to it.
“Okay, okay,” he said, as he grabbed my head and began fucking my face. “I’ll tell her to hurry up and swallow it all down. I’ll give her something to wash it down with.”
A few seconds later, I felt his cum slide down my throat.
I swallowed it all as he kept pumping his dick in my mouth. Once I’d extracted the entire load, he pulled out and said, “We should get back.”
“That load was supposed to be for my ass,” I pointed out, still on my knees.
“I didn’t want my cum leaking out of your gaping ass and onto me,” he said.
“Asshole,” I quipped, as I stood up.
He smirked, “Ass, asshole, shithole, it’s all the same.”
“I still haven’t come,” I complained.
“Be a good, obedient Mommy-slut and I may let you come later,” is all he said, as he swaggered out of the washroom.
I sighed and followed as I said, “I can’t believe what you said to your father.”
“What? I was serious. I am amazed at how you can take a whole sausage,” he smirked.
Alex was leaning against the car.
“Ready?”
I nodded as I followed my son into the back seat. For the next hour nothing happened, which was both surprising and stressful. A lot of questions popped into my head:
Does he plan to fuck me again in the car?
Does he plan to fuck me in the ass in the car?
Will he finally let me have a fucking orgasm?
Why is he ignoring me?
In the end, my insecurities hit me as did my burning libido. I texted him:
M: Are you going to fuck me or what?
He didn’t respond, instead asking his father, “Have you decided where you want to stay for the night?”
“Are you already sick of your mother sitting on your lap?” I asked, rubbing my ass on his cock.
“No,” he said, “Just curious.”
Alex said, “Well, if we push hard for three hours we’ll hit Edestoon.”
“That would be a great place to stop for the night,” Cory approved.
“Think you two can last three more hours back there?” Alex asked.
“Oh, I think we’ll be okay,” I said, as I reached my hand beneath myself and around my son’s hard cock.
“Yeah,” Cory agreed, “I’m so used to this by now, it’s like Mom is one of my appendages.”
I couldn’t help but laugh.