Summary: In their family’s hotel room, Mom and son fuck and risk getting caught.
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I swallowed one more load ‘for the road’, at the gloryhole, rather quickly. Thankfully most men have quick triggers, because I didn’t want my son and I returning too late in the evening and raise my husband’s suspicions. Cory and I then headed out of the gloryhole and back to the car… my face coated with cum. Not surprisingly, feel of having cum all over my face only added to the wildness.
Cory drove us to a gas station, realizing he’d forgotten to get gas earlier. He had me walk inside and pay with my face coated with the cum, which was now dried. The attendant, a teenage boy, gave me a strange look, but didn’t say anything.
Wanting to shock him, I said, “Oh shit, do I still have cum all over my face?”
He nodded all polite, even as a look of revelation crossed his face, “Yes, ma’am, it sure looks like it.”
“Damn gloryholes really don’t have a place to wash up after taking a few loads,” I sighed dramatically. “Where’s your bathroom? I can’t have my husband see me looking like a complete cum slut.”
“O-o-over there, ma’am,” he stammered, clearly stunned by my outrageousness.
“Thanks, sexy,” I winked and headed to the washroom to clean up, feeling good and nasty.
As I looked into the mirror, my face a mess with dried cum, I knew I was going to have to have a frank, honest talk with Alex sometime very soon. The reality was I loved him, but I just wasn’t attracted to him the way I used to be, or the way I now was to Cory. It wasn’t fair to be cheating on him… he deserved much better than that… but not until when we were alone after Cory was settled in at his college.
I took a selfie of my cum-coated face, for some reason wanting to immortalize this moment forever, the moment I knew without a doubt my marriage was over and I was beginning a new chapter of my life.
The idea of being alone, of being single after twenty years of marriage, was scary and yet I knew I had to do it.
Continuing on like this wasn’t fair to Alex; it wasn’t fair to me.
Without our realizing it, we’d drifted apart and needed a different rest of our lives.
I washed up, peed and returned to the car.
Cory noticed my melancholy look and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s over,” I said.
“What is?” he asked, looking concerned.
“Not you and me,” I laughed, squeezing his knee, feeling better about my decision after seeing his caring response. “No, your father and me.”
“Oh,” he said, his concern replaced by guilt. After all the wild sex, all the risk, all the lust I’d experienced the last couple of days of living in a fantasy land with my teenage lover… life suddenly became real. Cory and I (and Alex) needed to face the consequences of our many acts of sexual misconduct: we couldn’t live in this fairy tale land forever.
“It’s not you,” I said. I then reconsidered. “No, I’m wrong, it definitely is you. Because regardless of what happens after we drop you off, I know I’m no longer the same. I know what I want now, and I know your father is not the man who can give me what I need.”
“I didn’t realize that I was…”
“Don’t even go there, honey,” I reassured my son. “What you did yesterday and today was to save me years of continuing on in a life I don’t want. You awakened a part of me that I thought I could never have back. And now that it’s back, I can’t just push it back down to some reclusive part of my body and ignore it. No, you released my true personality… my wild, adventurous self… from its cage, and it’s not going to be tamed back into submission.
“So now what?”
“Well, after we drop you off tomorrow, I’ll have a long talk with your father.”
“You’re not going to tell him about us?” he asked, suddenly worried.
“No, no,” I shook my head. “I don’t want to be that mean to him. But between you and me I have to admit, I don’t want us to be over either.”
“Me Neither,” he said, before adding, “this has been about more than just the sex, Mom.”
“I hope so,” I smiled.
“I’m serious,” he continued. “I want you to be more than just my backseat Mom.”
“Backseat Mom,” I laughed, that’s funny.” I then asked, curious and feeling slightly vulnerable, “What do you want?”
He paused as we rolled up to a stoplight, “I want it all.”
“That’s pretty vague.”
“I want you still to be my mom, but also my lover. I want you to be my mom, but also my Mommy-slut. I want you to be my mom, and yet my three-hole fuck toy cum bucket,” he said, listing my dirtiest personas in a bizarrely sincere, even a loving way.
“I want all that too,” I said, yet unsure how to make it happen.
A horn honked from behind and he laughed, “Got distracted.”
I reached for the cock in his pants, which was hard again, and told him, “You get me distracted all the time, baby. Plus, what do you feed this thing? It never sleeps.”
“It always keeps itself awake for you,” he replied as we pulled into the hotel parking lot.
“Well Cory,” I said. “I’m not sure what will happen over the next while, but I want you to understand that I love you and that you are not to blame for whatever ends up happening between your father and me.”
“Okay,” he nodded, the mood having grown depressing, a strong contrast from twenty minutes earlier when I’d joyously had a stranger’s cock in my mouth and Cory’s cock in both my pussy and ass. Good times!
We left the car and walked back towards our hotel room as I reminded him in a whisper, trying to lighten the mood, “We still have one more day of backseat fucking, baby.”
He laughed and nodded, “Well, you are my Backseat Mommy, after all.”
“I do like that name,” I nodded, before adding, “But I also like Mommy-slut, cum bucket, ass whore, just plain old slut, or whatever else you want to call me.”
“And I love being called a mother fucker, because I am one,” he said, as we reached the door of our room.
“Well, back to faking it,” I joked, as I put the hotel key in the door.
To my surprise, Alex was still awake when we walked in.
He said, looking up from the bed where he’d been reading a book, “I was just beginning to worry about you two.”
“Oh, Cory was just showing me a few of the unique sights and flavours of the city,” I answered, still vividly envisioning the black cock I’d sucked and wondering what it would be like to have it in my pussy.
“Great, I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Alex said, as he closed his book.
“Oh, it was an eye-opening experience,” I replied, unable to restrain my sexual innuendo versions of the truth.
“Well, a few more hours of driving tomorrow and you’ll be at college, Cory,” Alex said, getting off the bed.
“Yeah, crazy to think this wild trip is almost over,” Cory nodded.