Sadness coursed through me once again at the reality that this was indeed almost the end of the craziest ride ever… pun intended. As I looked at my oblivious husband, I knew I couldn’t go back to the mundane life I’d endured with him before my son rekindled a dying flame.
“I’m not sure I’m ready to have you leave,” I pouted.
Alex laughed, “Empty nest syndrome hitting you already, honey?”
Empty mouth, cunt and ass syndrome was what I was really thinking but I nodded, “I guess so.” Ironically, when we’d left home yesterday morning I’d been eagerly looking forward to dropping Cory off at college, then starting the next chapter of my life with Alex. Yet now the chapter I’d thought was already pre-written was sorely in need of a massive rewrite.
Alex went into the washroom and Cory walked over to me, pushed me to my knees where I fished out his cock to suck my own pussy and ass taste off it.
I bobbed for about fifteen seconds, maybe thirty, before he reassured me, “This trip isn’t the end.”
I nodded, acting like a firm mother, “it’d better not be, young man.”
“I’m serious,” he said, as he put his cock back away, back to his confident, dominant self, “I’m not sure how we’ll pull it off, but going forward I expect you to be available for me when I need you.”
“What do you want me to do, move into your dorm room so I can be your full-service, three-hole cum deposit?” I asked facetiously, liking the nasty talk and imagining what I’d just described could be a great porn video.
He nodded, “Actually, that sounds perfect.”
“What sounds perfect?” Alex asked, coming out of the bathroom.
Cory quickly covered, “Mom promised to come and see me in a couple of weeks to make sure I’m settled.”
“She did?” Alex asked, perplexed, knowing he and I already had plans for the next while.
I nodded, “Honey, I can’t be gallivanting around the country not knowing whether Cory is getting his basic needs fulfilled,” again unable to avoid the innuendo.
“He’s an adult now,” Alex pointed out. “He’s quite capable of living on his own.”
“Alex,” I said in a tone I only used when I wanted him to understand clearly that like it or not, a point had been decided. “I need to be able to check on him. I won’t be able to enjoy the trip if I’m continually worrying about my son.”
“So you want to cancel the trip?” Alex asked.
“No, to adapt it,” I answered. “Just to modify our itinerary so it doesn’t take us too many states away from Cory.”
Alex looked at Cory for help, but Cory didn’t bite.
“Fine,” Alex said, trying to appear sympathetic even though it was obvious he was annoyed, “We can hit a few spots in nearby states and do a circle trip back here.”
“Great,” I nodded, then yawned. “I’m exhausted. A full day of backseat riding wore me completely out.”
Cory added, trying not to laugh at the frankness of my description, “Yeah, it was a long, hard ride, wasn’t it?”
“Well, tomorrow is a shorter drive,” Alex said.
“Is it?” I asked, sounding disappointed because I was.
“Yeah, we’re only about five hours away, we made really good time today,” Alex informed us.
That meant I only had five more hours of Cory’s cock. I lied, “Well, that’s good.”
“Then our boy becomes a man, an independent entity,” Alex said, patting him on his back.
I thought to myself, Trust me! He’s already a man and he’s proven it!
Cory joked, “Is there a ceremony for manhood?”
Alex laughed, “No, but at college there’ll be hundreds of new women around.”
This made me jealous, which was ludicrous. He was my son. Our liaison was temporary. I suddenly realized any plans I had of visiting and fucking were no more than temporary measures of pleasure that would only delay the inevitable. He would find a girlfriend. He would get married. And I… I’d get older.
Ironically, empty nest syndrome seemed to crash into me right here and now… when I realized I wouldn’t always be able to be fucked by my son.
I broke down in tears.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Alex asked, coming to me as I collapsed on the bed in a sudden emotional mess.
“My only boy is leaving me,” I blabbered through heavy sobs.
Alex comforted me, “He’s just going to college, not to the moon.”
“I know,” I sobbed.
Cory added, “It’s okay, Mom. You can come out and check on me any time you want.”
“Thank you,” I said, as I calmed down. “It’s just… you’re my only son.”
As Alex rubbed my back like the caring husband he was, my guilt only increased at my betrayal of him. Yet that guilt was swamped by my complete lust for my son.
Shit, I’m a complete mess.
Eventually I calmed down and we watched the news and went to bed. As usual, within a few minutes Alex was snoring.
As I lay there, I felt guilty. I felt lost. And I felt horny. True, these emotions didn’t usually go hand in hand, yet those were the ones tearing me apart.
Yet, like in the car, it was lust that eclipsed the others and took charge.
I glanced over to the other bed. Cory was facing away from me.
I glanced back at my husband; he was fast asleep, no question.
A wicked idea popped into my head. The experience of fucking my son with my husband so close by had become quite a turn on, and with only a few hours remaining to play with his glorious dick, I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. I decided to quell my guilt, paradoxically by adding onto it.
I slowly snuck out of bed, removed my panties, checked to see if Alex moved, he didn’t, and crept over to Cory’s bed.
Cory rolled onto his back and smiled his welcome with a slightly surprised look, “You really can’t get enough.”
“Mommy wants your dick,” I answered as I crawled under the sheets and went directly to his flaccid cock.
I pulled his underwear off and took his soft-on in my mouth. I’d always loved the feeling of a cock growing in my mouth. I loved the magic of it. I loved the power that it was only growing because of me, and I loved the sensations as it hardened in my mouth.
Once it was hard, I began bobbing. I wasn’t sure whether I planned just to blow him, or actually planned to fuck him.
“Balls,” he whispered, once he was completely hard.
I took his cock out of my mouth and repositioned myself to obey the order. I then took turns sucking each big ball into my mouth.
I then returned to his cock. I bobbed for a couple of minutes, enjoying the comfortable situation of being in a bed, even though my husband was in the next bed. The car, the bathroom, the gloryhole were all uncomfortable positions in make do places. Now I could worship this cock like it deserved to be worshipped for only the second time: in the comfort of a bed.
I took my time, wanting this to last for as long as possible, knowing our time wasn’t limitless.
“Shit Mom, you really are an amazing slut,” he groaned.
Oddly, that was the hottest thing anyone had ever said to me. I moaned on his cock in response before he whispered, “Come up here and lie on your back.”
“You going to fuck Mommy while Daddy sleeps?” I asked, talking like an ingénue porn star.
I got onto my back as Cory crawled under the sheets and between my legs and said, “First, I need a bedtime snack.”