Summary: Mom takes a load in each hole on the final day of the drive.
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That morning, the second Alex’s shower was running I rushed into Cory’s bed, fished out his cock and began bobbing.
He groaned as I woke him up the best possible way any man can possibly be woken up… with head.
His cock was already hard; I love morning wood, and I bobbed hungrily, knowing time was of the essence. I wanted that first load for breakfast, as I was determined to get those promised four loads from him before I left him behind (for a while) at college to initiate the hardest conversation in my life… the end of my twenty years of marriage.
Yet, my guilt was overridden by my lust.
I loved my son.
I loved his cock.
I loved his cum.
I loved being his slut.
And I was going to find a way to continue this taboo, inappropriate and yet so right-feeling and natural-feeling relationship at all costs… including the end of my marriage.
Thankfully I learned that Cory, like every other guy I’d ever been with, had a very quick morning trigger, and I was swallowing his cum within a couple of minutes.
Once I’d swallowed it all, I sat up and chirped, “One down, three to go.”
“You’re serious?” he asked.
“I’m always serous when it comes to cum,” I quipped back.
“Well that was the best wake-up call ever,” he approved gratefully, as we heard the shower shutting off and I climbed back into my own bed.
“Yes, too bad we didn’t have this relationship earlier,” I said. “Cum is great for breakfast and for the complexion.” I agreed.
“Fuck, how I regret my entire senior year of not bending you over the kitchen table and just making you mine every day,” he sighed.
“Well in that case, you owe me three hundred fucks,” I quipped.
He laughed, “I’ll write you an IOU.”
“Just understand that I plan to collect on every single one of them,” I winked, just as the bathroom door opened.
After a shower and breakfast, we were back on the highway.
I was back on my son’s lap in a sundress and, of course, sans underwear and ready to have his cock back inside me. Clutched in his hand was the tantalizing bag he hadn’t let me see the contents of the night before and still wouldn’t.
As soon as we were back on the highway, Cory ostentatiously opened the bag and displayed to me with a silently mouthed, “Ta-da!” what was obviously a butt plug, He handed it to me, then pulled out some lube, which he gestured at as if he were a product model on a game show.
Taking the unspoken cue, I generously lubed the butt plug, which was quite large, before I leaned forward and handed it to my son to shove up my ass.
Cory smiled as he took it from me and slowly inserted it in my pucker. He did it as gently as he could, but nevertheless required some serious force to muscle it past my sphincter. It helped that his cock had spent some time in there yesterday. I clenched my teeth and grabbed the back of my husband’s seat as it filled me.
Alex looked into the mirror and remarked on the discomfort he read in my face, “Uncomfortable already?”
“A little,” I nodded, as the toy completely filled my ass. “Just trying to find the right spot.”
“Only a few more hours,” he reminded me.
Cory left me in that position, the butt plug now fully in my ass as I said, “Yep, this wild adventure is almost over.”
Alex nodded, “Then Cory, you start your next adventure.”
I glanced back and saw he’d fished out his hard cock.
Cory replied, “I’m always up for a new adventure.”
“That’s the spirit,” Alex nodded. “Live life to the fullest. If you want something, just reach out and grab it.”
The irony of his words were obvious as Cory took that exact advice by grabbing my hips and slowly lowering me onto his thick dick and making me wonderfully, excitingly, double penetrated as the three of us continued chatting.
I held my breath as his cock impaled me.
Combined with the plug in my ass, I was feeling very full.
Alex added, “You see Sarah? Cory will be fine. I think we need to have our own adventure too.”
“The last couple of days have already been quite the adventure,” I replied tersely, both to make it clear I wasn’t changing my mind about our upcoming extended trip, and also because I was trying to get used to having two cocks in me simultaneously.
“But, I think….” Alex began.
“Alex,” I said, my tone vetoing the idea of his continuing this conversation at the moment, “I have made up my mind. My son needs me, and I will bend over backwards to make him happy.”
Alex sighed heavily, as I sat on my son’s lap with both his dick and the butt plug now lodged deep inside me. I tried to relax, trying to get used to being so completely filled by two sizeable insertions while getting annoyed with my husband. I realized I wasn’t being fair to him. We’d spent a couple months planning our fall road trip, and Alex was super excited about it. Although I didn’t love the idea of travelling for so long, I’d gone along with it. Yet now I couldn’t.
Now I had to figure out who I really was. Yes, I would do anything to please my son, demonstrated by the fact that at this very moment I had his dick in my cunt and a butt plug in my ass, but I also had to figure out the rest of my life.
Alex turned the radio up, and I figured that gave me some time to whip up load number two of four for the day.
Suddenly I felt slight, subtle vibrations in my ass. The butt plug was a vibrating one! Pleasure began to build inside me as my son had found a new way to pleasure me in this tiny, confined space.
Although Cory had already shot his first load of the day down my throat, I hadn’t yet come, and as soon as the vibrations had begun I wanted to… no, I needed to.
I gripped my hands on his knees for balance, and began to ride his cock slowly, the sensation of riding his cock, mixed with the vibrations in my ass, creating a lovely euphoria.
And for a couple of minutes, I leisurely rode my son… nice and slow… simply enjoying the ride while making gradual progress towards my destination.
Then I felt the vibrations inside my ass getting faster and more intense. To my surprise there was almost no sound, which was impressive, although in the front seat Alex was now singing along to ‘Sunglasses at Night’ so I doubt he would have heard a telltale buzzing sound even if it had been loud.
The vibrations were soon stimulating my entire body and adding fuel to the flames of a steadily approaching slow burn orgasm. I had wanted to milk his cum slowly, but with my intrusive little passenger getting so active I wasn’t sure that was still possible.
I began to ride Cory’s cock faster, my orgasm building, when the vibrations suddenly stopped. Cory grabbed my hips and firmly lowered me onto his lap.
I sighed. This was going to be another one of those damned delayed orgasms.
I knew this delay would make my orgasm more intense when it came (pun intended).
But I also knew I didn’t want to wait. I ground my ass on his cock to tell him as much, but as I figured, he was going to let my burning flame flicker and fade before he fired up the pressure cooker again.
He handed me his phone.
It was a story called ‘Mom’s Stockings: A Cum Bucket’.
So I read it. He knew it would turn me on, as the mother sounded a lot like me once she accepted loving her son as more than just a son.