Although I liked his age… I wanted studs who were energizer bunnies and could quickly reload. But I also preferred someone who put a little more thought into his response.
I clicked past a few that were generic ‘What’s Up?’ or ‘Found anyone yet?’ or ‘Here’s my dick.’
I wanted to be impressed and oddly, to be wooed by my Craigslist suitors. I know, ironic considering I was contemplating being treated like an objectified slut and getting double penetrated or more with absolutely no consideration for my admittedly brilliant mind.
I then typed on his notepad, recalling a term from earlier I still didn’t know:
M: What is airtight?
I showed it to him and he took the phone and typed. When he was done he handed it back to me.
C: Airtight is when all three of your holes are filled completely, thus AIRTIGHT! But you’re not truly airtight since you can breathe through your nose. No danger of asphyxiation.
I nodded. That made complete sense and as usual of late, it turned me on completely.
Eventually I handed Cory his phone back with one final text for him, deciding fuck it, I was going all in:
M: Get a few big cocks for me, baby. But only a few, not a hundred.
We drove in relative silence as I pondered what I was becoming.
I had willingly cheated on my husband… with our son… in the backseat of our car. For two days straight.
I was now willingly agreeing to cheat on my husband… with strangers… in a hotel room.
I sighed. The longer I thought about it, the more I began to doubt my decision. Not so much about fucking Cory; no, I wouldn’t take that back for the world, and I knew I’d do it again the moment he was ready. I was undoubtedly a slut for my son now and forever, no question. But fucking total strangers?
Alex broke into my thoughts by asking, “You guys want to go for a nice supper when we stop for the night?”
“Sure,” I agreed, needing to spend some time with my husband face to face, needing to maintain the appearance of a good wife.
“Yeah, I could use a nice meal,” Cory added, as he moved his hands from around my waist and down to my pussy.
“You’re always hungry,” I joked, my assertion having two very separate meanings.
“I’m a growing young man,” he asserted right back as his cock flexed under my ass, his response also having two very separate meanings.
Alex agreed, “Yeah, our grocery bill will be a lot cheaper with you out of the house.”
Cory agreed, his finger leisurely tracing my pussy lips, “Yeah, I’ll definitely miss Mom’s home cooking. Yours, not so much.”
I almost erupted with laughter at his nasty innuendos. Both of them, but especially at the image of Cory sucking off his father… distastefully.
“Which is why I don’t often cook,” Alex agreed equably. “But we’ll always have Mom’s home cooking for you whenever you come home to visit,” Alex offered.
I bit my lip to avoid laughing at what Alex was unknowingly offering his son!
“Yeah, I plan on eating a lot of home cooking when I come home to visit,” Cory agreed.
I added, “Well, you don’t always have to come home; I’ll have to come out and visit you sometimes and bring along some tasty meals for you to enjoy.”
“I would love that,” Cory said, his finger now parting my pussy lips, causing them to greet him with some welcoming moisture.
Alex said, “I imagine cafeteria food won’t be anywhere near as good.”
“Nothing tastes as good as Mom’s,” Cory responded, my face burning red because of his tantalizing finger and the surreal conversation we were having.
An 80’s song came on that I didn’t recognize, but Alex did, so he started singing along and the conversation came to an end.
Cory used the song’s distraction to lift up my ass and slowly ease my pussy down onto his cock.
I moaned softly, “Sick of my ass already?”
He laughed, “Just want to make sure all three of your holes get the equal attention they deserve.”
I laughed, “That’s very thoughtful of you. What a considerate son.”
And for the next while, I just sat there with his cock buried deep inside my pussy. I didn’t need to ride it. I didn’t need him to fuck me. I was content just to have him inside me. Maintaining our connection but doing what he wanted.
“Half an hour,” Alex announced.
“Good, because I’m famished,” I said, my stomach growling to inform me it needed more than just cum to keep it satisfied.
“Me too,” Cory added, “all this sitting around back here is improving my digestion so much I’m getting hungry a lot faster.”
Alex laughed, “Yeah, you’re not used to just sitting around, are you?”
Cory concurred, “No, I’m missing my workouts.”
“Well, maybe once we check into the hotel you can go for one,” Alex suggested.
“I definitely should,” Cory agreed, as he tapped my clit significantly.
I took that as a signal to start riding him. Instead of bouncing though, I ground my pussy on his cock, moving my hips forward and back… wanting to milk his cock slowly.
“I could use a workout too,” I added. “Sitting here these past two days has gotten me kind of stiff.” I smirked at my incidental usage of the word ‘stiff’.
“I’m stiff right now,” Cory bantered.
“Maybe a nice soak in a hot tub would do us all some good,” Alex suggested.
“For sure,” I agreed, adding, “it would definitely loosen me up a bit.”
“I imagine you are pretty tight being stuck back there,” Alex added.
I could barely hold back from roaring with laughter as I continued grinding on Cory’s cock, slowly building the pleasure inside me.
Cory began rubbing my clit, shifting my focus to pleasure instead of idle chit chat.
I began grinding faster and yet another orgasm was quickly on the rise.
But suddenly as my orgasm grew close, Cory stopped rubbing my clit and held my hips in place. He whispered infuriatingly, “To be continued.”
I looked back at him and mouthed, “Are you serious?”
He shrugged and went onto his phone.
I began riding him again, wanting to get off, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me back solidly onto his lap. I texted:
M: What the fuck???
He texted back:
C: All good things CUM to those who wait.
I sighed dramatically just as Alex said, “We’re here.”
“Good,” I complained sourly. “My ass is killing me.”
“I bet it is,” Alex agreed, sounding sympathetic… more oblivious responses to the true meaning behind my words. Keeping him in the dark was a major turn-on, but a small part of me felt really bad for him.
Yet that part of me was overruled by my son’s dominance.
I slyly lifted myself off his cock, and then out of the car, as soon as Alex pulled into a parking spot.
Alex laughed at my prompt exit, “You must really need to stretch.”
I agreed, even as wetness leaked down my leg, “I have trouble sitting in the same position for too long.”
Cory walked past me and whispered, “Good to know.”
As Alex checked us in, we learned there was only one room left, apparently a rodeo was in town. We booked it anyway, making me wonder how I was going to get Cory inside me tonight and how the promised gangbang was even going to work. I then shook my head at my skewed priorities. What was becoming of me?
We carried our luggage up to our room and then headed straight across the street for dinner, all of us famished.
At dinner we mostly speculated about Cory’s new life at college and the new adventures his higher education would bring. The entire conversation saddened me. I would have been sad regardless of the past two days… but the sadness of empty nest syndrome had been replaced with the sadness of empty ass and cunt syndrome. Absurd, but truly sad.
As dinner ended, Cory requested, “Dad, can I take the car to do some shopping?”
“Sure,” Alex nodded. “Your mother and I can go use the hot tub.”
“TMI!” Cory joked.
I added jocularly, “Yes, honey, I’m afraid it’s true. Your pure and innocent Mommy and Daddy are going to have sex in the hot tub while you’re gone.”
“Sarah!” Alex gasped, not used to this frank and bawdy side of me.
Cory laughed, “It’s okay Dad, I know you two have sex. My very existence is living proof!”
Alex shook his head in embarrassment, handed Cory the keys and said merely, “Please get the car filled too.”