Once I finished the story, Cory let go of my hips and took his phone back. The vibrations started up again and I took that as permission to resume riding his thick shaft.
Again, I rode him for a couple of minutes slowly, as I rekindled my flickering flame of lust.
Again, he turned the toy onto a higher, more intense speed.
Again, I began to ride him faster as the flames began to spread wildly through my bowels.
Again, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his lap… but this time keeping the vibrating butt plug sizzling away on high.
This wouldn’t get me off, but man would it tease me like crazy.
He again handed me his phone. This time it was a short article called ‘More Moms Going Down to Ensure Grades Go Up’. It was about how some Japanese mothers were sucking their sons off so they’d be motivated to study harder.
Once I was done reading it, I handed it back to Cory who whispered, “Why didn’t you do that for me?”
“I will for you in college,” I replied, so horny I was willing to agree to almost anything, semantics and logistics irrelevant.
“That’s something we need to make happen.”
“I agree,” I nodded, as I ground my pussy on his cock, trying to hint it was time to fuck.
“You really need to climax?”
I nodded.
He let go of my hips and I took that as permission to ride him. I again put my hands on his knees and began to fuck myself on my son’s big dick.
As soon as I started riding, it once again rekindled the flame down below.
The double stimulations made the pleasure escalate quickly and after a couple of minutes, as my flame burned like hell’s kitchen, I let out a moan that was much too loud.
Alex looked up. I realized I’d moaned right next to his head because of how I’d leaned forward for extra penetration.
“Sorry, honey,” I apologized quickly. “Three days back here and there just isn’t a perfect position anymore.”
“We’re almost there,” he tried to comfort me, as I thought to myself, So am I.
“Thank God!” I said, a double meaning again in my words.
I bit my lip so I wouldn’t let out any more sounds that might give away what was happening right behind him.
“I hate to stop so soon,” he said. “But I have to pee.”
“Okay,” I nodded. “I could use a stretch too.”
“I’ll pull over in four miles.”
“Okay,” I again responded, as I didn’t want to say any more than I had to as I focused on the pleasure and the very limited time I had to get that second load milked from Cory’s cock and my first, much needed, orgasm of the day.
He resumed driving and I resumed riding.
Thankfully I didn’t need four miles, I only needed one. The intense vibrations in my ass, mixed with riding my son’s cock, and the fire finally became a wildfire as my orgasm erupted through me.
When I started coming, Cory held my ass up and kept fucking my pussy as I trembled with intense convulsions.
After another mile, my orgasm refusing to dissipate completely, not that I minded, I felt my pussy walls coated with my son’s cum.
I just allowed the pleasure to continue its intense journey through me as Cory finished filling my pussy with his cum.
I felt the vibrator in my ass stop vibrating; I felt his cock slide out of me and felt cum leak out of my pussy, both mine and his; I felt his hand on my ass pulling out the wide plug and even heard a slight pop as it exited me. Thankfully the music Alex was playing was too loud for him to hear it.
Cory handed me a wet nap and I wiped up the cum leaking down my leg, as we reached the one-mile sign.
I sat on only one of Cory’s legs for the last mile, my orgasm finally coming to a reluctant end as I looked gratefully back at Cory, who was on his phone.
We made a pit stop. Alex went pee. I went pee and cleaned up.
Back in the car, we drove for two hours in relative silence. Cory fell asleep, and I read on my kindle.
We stopped for lunch and as we ate, I rubbed my son’s crotch with my nylon-clad foot.
Alex said as we were wrapping up lunch, “Two more hours.”
Cory nodded, looking at me slyly, “Yep. Two more.”
I smiled, knowing he meant two more loads to shoot… the load in my ass and the facial still to come… literally.
“Ready?” Alex asked.
“Definitely,” Cory nodded, again saying two different things at once, as he rubbed my stocking-clad foot under the table.
“I wish I could go back to being in college again,” Alex said.
“Me too,” I nodded, knowing I planned to do just that, but it wasn’t yet time to tell Alex.
Cory asked, “Were you two pretty wild back then?”
Alex shrugged, but I joked, “Not so much. Mostly just some wild orgies every night.”
Alex was surprised but laughed, “Yes, that’s how I first met your mom.
“Anyway Cory,” I changed the subject, “I’m sure you’ll meet the perfect woman at college.”
“What if I already have?” Cory asked, squeezing my foot, which was still resting on the chair between his legs.
Alex said, “I didn’t know you even had a girlfriend.”
“Oh, I’ve known her forever,” Cory told him. “I just hid my true feelings from her for too many years.” Another squeeze.
Alex gave the most ironic advice ever, as my heart skipped a beat, “Well, you should always tell the woman you love how you feel. Don’t ever keep it a secret.”
“At all costs?” Cory asked.
“Yes, at all costs,” Alex said, looking at me with sweetness.
I agreed, “It’s important always to go with what makes you happy.”
“Okay,” Cory nodded.
“Well, enough tall tales and love advice from the old people,” I said. “Let’s get back on the road.”
“This will be your last time backseat riding,” Alex assured me.
God, he just kept saying such innocent things that meant something completely different to Cory and me! I nodded, “Yep, one final backseat ride. Think you can handle two more hours of me on your lap, Cory?”
“I think I’ll manage,” Cory smiled, as I moved my foot away and back into my heel.
“I’m sorry you’ve been stuck back there with your Mom sitting on your lap for three days,” Alex said.
“It could be worse,” Cory said.
I laughed, “Yes, I could weigh 300 pounds.”
“Yes, that would be lots worse,” Cory laughed.
Alex shook his head as he paid and we returned to the car.
Cory said, once we were alone for a moment, “You know I was talking about you.”
“Your squeezes pretty much said that ,” I nodded.
“And I hope you know that I want you in my life every day,” he continued.
“I have to deal with some other things first, Cory,” I said sincerely. “But I do plan on finding a way to be as close to you as possible.”
“Mom, I love you,” he said.
“I love you too, honey,” I replied.
“No,” he shook his head. “I mean I love love you.”
“Oh,” I said, realizing this had just crossed to a whole new level of complicated.
Alex came out and asked, “What’re you two talking about?”
Cory answered, “What is real love?”
“Heavy topic,” Alex said, “and there isn’t a simple answer to what seems a simple question.”
“Yes, love is different to every person,” I said, as I tried to wrap my head around my son’s words. Yes, I wanted to find a way to keep fucking him. Yes, I wanted to be his three-hole cum slut. And yes, I couldn’t imagine not living with or at least near him.
Yet… I didn’t want to prevent him from someday finding his own true love, getting married and having kids.
Shit, this had gotten very, very messy… both figuratively and literally.
“Well, we aren’t getting any closer by standing out here,” Alex prompted us.
“That’s right, it’s time for one final ride,” I said, trying to push the complicated out of my mind and keep it simplistic. I had two hours left with Cory’s cock in the car and I planned to enjoy those entire two hours. End of story for now. The harsh reality and consequences of our actions would have to wait for another day.
It was time to take it in the ass. Not a butt plug this time, the real, spurting thing.
Once back in the car and back on the highway, I fished out my favourite cock and stroked it to stiffness.
Once stiff, I pointed to the lube, which was in Cory’s shopping bag with my anal toy.
He handed it to me and I generously coated his hard cock.
I then positioned myself over his thick dick and lowered my bottom onto it.
I took his entire cock slowly into my ass until I was sitting completely down on his lap.
Then I just sat there, enjoying the feeling of being completely full.
Alex asked, about fifteen minutes later, “So Cory, who is this girl you love?”
My eyes went big.
Cory answered, “Just someone I’ve known for a long time.”
“Have I met her?” Alex asked.
“I think so,” Cory answered.
“What’s she look like?”
He described me. “Blonde hair, blue eyes, amazing legs and…”
Alex asked, looking into the rear-view mirror, “And what?”
“Big tits,” Cory answered.
Alex shook his head, “I guess I shouldn’t have asked.”
I quipped, pretending to be offended, “Men!”
Alex shrugged, “What are you complaining about, he pretty much described a younger version of you.”
I could barely contain myself.
“So I should be flattered that my two men are objectifying women?” I questioned, even as I wiggled my ass on my son.
Alex sighed, “That isn’t what we were doing.”
“Blonde hair and blue eyes are the most stereotypical guy fantasy there is,” I scoffed.
“Yes, but….” Alex began.
“Throw in huge tits and you have the stereotypical brainless blonde bimbo,” I continued, “you know, the ones whose favourite colour is glitter?” ranting even though I didn’t mean it at all.
Cory added, ignoring my lame attempt at wit, “Don’t forget the great legs.”
“Oh yes, how could I forget that? Your father is a leg man, which is why I’m always in nylons and heels. Are you a leg man too, my non-objectifying offspring?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.
“Yes I am, since you ask, but that’s probably your fault,” Cory accused me, enjoying my theatrics and playing along.
“My fault? My fault? How is that possibly my fault?” hamming it up.
“Well, you’ve always walked around the house in short skirts and nylons,” he explained as he had before, but this time playing to the crowd of one, his Dad.
“In that case, I guess I should be flattered,” I said, although still sounding angry. I then added, deciding to push the line even more, really getting into the fake feminist character I had just created, “And does your dream girl shave her vagina, too?”
“Sarah!” Alex gasped.
I ignored him, as I looked at Cory. “Well, does she?”
“Hopefully,” Cory nodded.
“And do you shave your balls for her?” I questioned, this time hinting at something he should do.
“For Christ’s sake, Sarah,” Alex said.
“What?” I questioned. “He’s eighteen. He’s an adult. You said he was ready to live on his own. At least he should know what a woman wants from him.”
“So you’re saying I should shave down there?” Cory asked sincerely.
“Of course,” I nodded, “especially if you expect her to shave. Isn’t that right, Alex?”
Alex answered, shaking his head, “No comment; I feel like I’m on a twisted version of Candid Camera.”