Backseat Mommy: A Long Hard Ride - Incest/Taboo

Summary: Son slyly fucks Mom multiple times with Dad in the car.

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Note 2: Thanks to goamz86, Robert, and Wayne for editing this story.

Note 3: I had purposely avoided this type of simple plot device for years now... but I finally came up with an idea and a story I thought was worth sharing... I hope you agree.

Note 4: This story and the entire series was updated in October 2018 with a new edit by Tex Beethoven.

Backseat Mommy: A Long Hard Ride

You never realize how much stuff you've collected in your life until it's moving day.

With our youngest son finally going away to college, we did two moves in one. My husband Alex and I were moving into a condo only a few miles away, but first we were driving Cory sixteen hours away to college. Because we had to put all our things in storage (we wouldn't get title for another three weeks), we were planning a two-week road trip after we finished driving a few days drive to drop Cory off.

As we were packing the car, with all of Cory's stuff plus our suitcases for the almost three-week round trip, we found we had a major predicament. By the time the car was loaded, there was only room enough to seat two people: the driver and someone sitting in the back seat directly behind the driver. Everyplace else was piled to the roof with Cory's belongings and our suitcases.

My husband tried to reshuffle everything, but there was simply too much of it.

I finally suggested, "Cory and I could squeeze back there together."

"For sixteen hours?" Alex asked. "You'd end up totally on each other's nerves."

"Well, we'll likely have to take more rest stops this way," I shrugged.

"With your teacup-sized bladder, we'll need to do that regardless," Alex quipped, always annoyed by how often I needed pit stops. He was a put-the-pedal-to-the-metal-and-keep-it-there kind of guy, while my bladder was the kind of traveler that always insisted on stopping to smell the roses. (Or if there wasn't anyplace official to stop, perhaps just to make the roses smell.)

I turned to Cory, who was slim like I was, "Can you handle sixteen hours cramped beside your old mother?"

"Only if I have to," my son, always sarcastic, agreed grudgingly. He felt resistant, but he realized the only alternative would be to leave some of his stuff behind, which wouldn't be acceptable at all.

"Be careful with that attitude, young man," I shot back playfully. "You're going to be stuck next to me for sixteen hours, so you're probably better off if I'm in a good mood."

I should note it was a very hot August day and I was wearing a sundress for the drive, to stay as cool as possible.

We all did one more pee check, which I of course made use of, then Cory and I squeezed next to each other into the cozy spot big enough for one.

Alex asked, with sarcasm just like his son's, "Comfy cozy?"

With Cory's right elbow poking into my breast, I quipped, "Like a cow in a Pullman car."

"Moo," Cory added, shifting a bit more, resulting in even more pressure on my left breast, since on the other side I was crammed up against a pile of boxes that was stacked to the roof.

We were just out of the city half an hour later, when I objected, "This isn't working."

"You don't enjoy being crowded together like a sardine?" Cory asked, as he set aside the book he was reading on his iPad, like I too was attempting, my Kindle app the only app really worth owning.

"Not particularly," I agreed, as I wriggled around ineffectively before suggesting, "Maybe I could just sit on your lap for a while."

"Okay," my son nodded, agreeing with me for a change.

I climbed onto his lap and sighed, "Now that is much better."

"Agreed," Cory said.

"I'm not too heavy for you, am I?" I asked. At forty-six I was still in great shape. I was slim with big breasts, with a firm ass and tight legs. Selling real estate, I knew that my looks played a key role in my sales. Sex sells, always has, always will. So normally I dressed in professional but sexy business suits, or stylish dresses with nylons and four-inch heels. My 38d natural breasts were always showcased, as I counted on them to help me close more deals than the actual real estate I was selling.

"No, you're fine," he answered, shifting slightly.

As Alex continued driving, I soon noticed two things:

1. Wearing a short, skimpy dress had been a bad idea, as I was now sitting on my son's lap, my skirt not quite covering my butt, and a narrow thong the only barrier between my vagina and my son.

2. My son's penis was hard and I could feel it pulsing directly under my vagina.

My son, who was rather nerdy in high school like his father had been, and having been offered full ride scholarships to over a dozen colleges, he had really blossomed physically by working in construction all summer. Gone were his scrawny arms, replaced with impressive muscles. I had complimented him frequently on his summer reformation. My boy had become a man.

Yet now, as we drove along a bumpy section of road that was under construction, I realized my boy had indeed turned into a man, as I could feel his erect manhood directly beneath me.

With each bump his hardness rubbed against my vagina, and even though I tried to control myself, it was getting me wet. I considered adjusting where I was sitting, but was worried it would embarrass him if I let on that I could feel his erection. So instead, I tried to control my bouncing by pressing my hands down on the seatback in front of me.

Yet for about ten minutes, which felt like an eternity, my son's erection, thankfully trapped behind his shorts, kept rubbing against my very wet woman parts and driving me crazy.

Finally the road smoothed and now his tumescence was just resting quietly, but it was still hard and I could still feel it prominently, directly underneath my opening. I knew I should move, even an inch or two sideways would probably help, yet I still felt obligated to remain frozen in place. Partly because I was worried I would embarrass him if I moved, but also partly, undeniably, because the position I was sitting in right now felt so damn good.

For twenty minutes my vagina rested on his erection, which never shrank, while chatting with my husband as much as possible to distract myself from the awkward situation I was in.

Finally I saw an upcoming rest stop and suggested we stop.

Just as Alex was slowing down, I felt the insistent flinching of Cory's penis. It flinched three times, each time pressing itself up ever so slightly but still noticeably against my labia.

I moaned, unintentionally.

Alex asked, "You okay, Sarah?"

"I just need to stretch for a bit," I answered, my face burning red at getting aroused from sitting on my son.

"I could grab a drink," my husband nodded, as he pulled into the stop.

"Me too," I agreed, feeling a bit dehydrated.

Once we rolled to a stop I joked to Cory, "I imagine you're dying for a break, too."

"No, I've been enjoying the ride," my son answered without implying any sort of sexual innuendo. Truth be told, except for my frustration and guilt, part of me had been enjoying the ride too, but if I dared to mention it, there would be a definite sexual charge to my words, so I remained silent.

My face, which was already quite flushed, went a shade darker as I opened the door and climbed out. I'm not sure if my face could get any redder than it already was, but as my son climbed out and stood up, two things were apparent:

1. His erection was poking out against his Adidas shorts.

2. The shorts had a prominent wet spot that undoubtedly had come from me.

I turned away and headed for the washroom, mortified that my fluids had soaked into my son's shorts. Once inside, I pulled my panties down and couldn't believe how wet they were.

Now I should note I've always gotten wet easily, and I was quite a flooder when I got off. I also had a ferocious sexual appetite that my husband could seldom satisfy... thus I had a variety of sex toys on hand to finish the job he usually couldn't complete. I had a we-vibe, a couple of vibrators, anal beads, a butterfly toy I could wear while I was away from the bedroom, which was currently in my purse, and my newest acquisition, a massage vibe... which was literally orgasmic.

Deciding I needed to quell my burning cunt (fuck the niceties, I was so horny I could hardly stand), I leaned against the wall in a stall and began pleasuring myself. Not surprisingly, the half-hour-plus of Cory's unintentional teasing (I hoped it was unintentional, but I certainly wasn't going to ask) had me already revved up, and I came in no time at all. My pussy juice had spilled down my leg when I came, so I awkwardly cleaned myself up with toilet paper.

Once I was recovered more or less, I also wrung out my panties while they were wrapped in toilet paper to try and make them less damp, but after putting them on, I could still feel their humiliating wetness. Usually I loved sex. I loved coming; but the constant reminder by these wet panties that my son's cock had gotten me horny was too much to bear, so I took them back off.

Instead, I hid the sexy wet thong in my purse and went to the sink to wash my hands and legs. Unfortunately, a mother with her child came in, so all I could do was wash my hands thoroughly, hoping that would be enough to hide the scent of my own cum.

Leaving the washroom, I decided there was no way I would sit back on my son's lap. I figured that instead, we would have to persevere squished side by side. I purchased a coke and a bag of chips from a vending machine and headed back to the car.

Fuck, I thought as I left the shaded area of the rest stop and the summer sun pounded into me. It was a fucking sauna out here. I wanted to get a change of panties from my suitcase, but decided not to: how would I be able to explain that? 'Oh, I just feel like a change' would sound really stupid and inevitably lead to further questions. No thanks.

My husband and son were leaning against the car chatting when I walked up to them.

"So, less than fourteen hours left," Alex quipped, with a playful smile. "Piece of cake."

Cory replied, "I don't know about the cake, I think it's going to be a tight ride."

I couldn't tell for sure, maybe it was just the self-conscious part of me, but he seemed to stress the word 'tight'.

I joked, realizing only after the words had left my mouth that they only added to the innuendo if he was implying one, "Yes, it will likely result in some unavoidable mom and son bonding."

"Well, it's you two back there for the whole drive," my husband added. "No way can I fit back there with anybody."

That was true. My husband was a big man, and there was no way my son or I would be able to fit either side by side with him or on his lap.

Nope, I still had just under fourteen hours to spend with my son in the backseat. The next stretch without any underwear.

Fuck.

My son climbed back into the car first and patted his lap.

I'd intended to get in first and suggested, "Shouldn't we try side by side again?"

"It's okay, Mom," he said, patting his lap once again.

"You sure?" I asked, knowing it could get awkward without my wearing any panties and my pussy still damp... the aftermath dribble of a strong orgasm.

"Side by side will be too tight," he replied. "We already learned that the hard way."

There's that word 'tight' again, I thought. Is he saying that on purpose?

"But I'll crush your legs," I pointed out, desperate to avoid sitting on his cock again... having enjoyed it too much the first time.

He shrugged dismissively, "Oh Mom, you're not heavy at all."

"You sure?" I asked again, still tentative, as I looked down and could still see the shading of a pussy juice stain on his shorts, as well as the clear outline of his cock... which at least no longer looked to be completely erect.

"Mom, it's not hard at all," he answered, now repeating the word 'hard' .

The naughty side of me wanted to respond, 'but it likely will be hard quite soon', but the good mom in me responded, "If you're sure I won't smother you?"

He shrugged, "I can handle whatever you give me."

So I sat back down on his lap, his words again possibly dripping with innuendo, this time adjusting myself sideways to sit more onto his leg to avoid his crotch.

For half an hour I sat precariously but reasonably virtuously in that spot as we continued driving. Then I felt his hands on my hips as he informed me, not asking for my opinion, while he lifted me up slightly, "Mom, we need to change positions."

When he lowered me back down, my pussy was again directly seated on his cock, which was again stiff and prominent. I couldn't help but let out a slight moan as my naked pussy once again responded to its pressure. (I realize that the last time I was sitting in this position I was calling it a penis, but anything that could get me this horny was no clinical penis, it was a damn cock.)

For the next half hour, even though the road was smooth, I kept feeling his cock flinching periodically, which made my pussy tremble and get excessively wet.

Alex asked, "Comfortable back there?"

My son replied, "It's tight, but good."

I gasped because while he was saying that, I felt three distinct movements of his cock.

"You okay, Sarah?" Alex asked, as I felt some wetness leaking out of me.

"I'm good," I responded. I wanted to move away, but I knew without a doubt that I'd deposited even more wetness on my son's crotch, and if I moved (not that there was anywhere to move to), it would be clearly noticeable. The ability to enjoy wet multiple orgasms had always been a great joy to me, but right now it was my kryptonite.

"Next stop is almost an hour away," Alex informed his passengers courteously.

"No worries," I responded, trying to be causal.

Cory added, "Yeah, although it's getting hot back here."

"The air is on full," Alex informed him, and indeed I wasn't overly hot, except down below. This time Cory's words were definitely filled with innuendo. My son was flirting with me!

"I think it's Mom's body resting on mine that's making me so hot," Cory said, as he again flexed his cock directly against my pussy... his intent now perfectly clear. His words also had two very different meanings, one for his Dad and quite a different one for me.

After another minute, Cory asked, "Dad, can you turn the radio up?"

"If I do, I won't be able to talk with you, I can barely hear you now," Alex objected.

"That's okay," Cory reassured him, "we'll just let you drive and rock out to your eighties tunes."

"It's the eye of the tiger," my husband began singing as he turned up the radio to the Survivor tune.

Cory was doing something with his phone. Suddenly my phone rang out, announcing a text message.

It was in my purse, which was on the floor, so I reached down, and in doing so I ground my pussy into my son's very hard cock. I couldn't deny it... I was incredibly aroused.

I snagged my phone and leaned back up again, unable not to grind my very wet pussy against him again, and I saw the text was from my son.

Perplexed, I clicked on it.

Why are you not wearing panties?

I gasped again. Although this time the music was too loud for my husband to hear me.

I didn't know what to say.

A second message followed.

And why are you so wet?

I still didn't know what to say.

I was paralyzed with indecision. Obviously I should stop this inappropriate texting in its tracks. Yet I was incredibly horny, so I wasn't thinking like a mother or a wife, but like a wanton woman.

As I stared at my phone, shocked by my son's brazen words yet equally turned on, I was startled as I felt Cory's hands grasping my hips, lifting me up.

I leaned up slightly against the driver's seat, bumping my husband.

Alex glanced back so I said, trying to act casual even as my mind was turned to mush, "Sorry, just changing positions."

"I'm sorry about this situation," he apologized.

"It is what it is," I replied, not blaming him, as I felt my son's hands on my hips as he lowered me back down onto his lap and... and right onto his hard cock!

I yelped in surprise and Alex asked as he turned down the radio, "You okay?"

"Yes, I just got poked by something in a box," I responded weakly, unable not to say something naughty, an amazing pleasure coursing through me as my son's cock, which I now had excellent reason to know was bigger than my husband's, was buried deep inside me, his hands firmly on my hips, holding me in place.

"Okay," he nodded, as he turned the radio back up as another eighties tune, Bryan Adam's 'Summer of 69', began.

I just sat there; still in complete shock that my son's cock was buried deep inside me, anchoring me in place.

I just sat there; the urge to start riding my son's cock growing with every second it remained inside me.

I just sat there; wondering what my astonishing son was going to do next.

I just sat there; secretly wishing Cory would take even more control.

I just sat there; worried that if my son did take control, I would be unable to conceal the obvious reality that we were committing incest just inches away from my husband.

I just sat there and... judge me if you must... enjoyed the ride, every bump in the road giving me fresh pleasure as Cory's cock surged up inside me. I had to use all my will power not to moan, not to alert my husband to the incestuous adultery I was committing and I couldn't deny, committing willingly.

Yet, I was frustrated that my son, who had been so brazen as to slide his cock into me, was now just sitting there reading his Kindle, as if his cock weren't buried deep in his mother's box.

I just sat there for over half an hour, doing nothing but allowing myself to be teased like crazy.

I had to use all my willpower not to just give in to my insatiable hunger and begin bouncing wildly up and down on my son's cock.

I had to use all my willpower not to moan in response to every bump on the highway, especially when Alex occasionally drove across some rumble strips, making my body tremble and my pussy quake.

I had to use all my willpower not to grind my pussy on his cock to get myself off, the teasing of a quiescent cock nestled inside me but not doing a damn fucking thing driving me nuts!

Alex startled me, since my head was miles away, when he announced, "Twelve miles to the next stop."

This seemed to prompt my son finally to take control. He began slowly lifting me up and down on his cock.

I clamped my lips together to make sure I wouldn't moan as a mixture of emotions swirled through me.

Excitement, because my son was finally taking control.

Humiliation, because I was excited he was taking control.

Pleasure, because the slow fucking was now coursing through every fibre of my being.

Frustration, because he wasn't fucking me hard like I liked it, although I knew there was no way that was a good idea.

Guilt, because I was allowing my son to fuck me. Theoretically, when his cock had been only motionlessly lodged inside me I hadn't been allowing him to fuck me. I had simply been allowing him to penetrate me. I know that's a pitiful technicality, but it had been all I had left to grasp onto... and now it was gone.

But then my son let go of my hips, handing the decision over to me.

This was my chance to put a halt to this. To lift up my body and eject his cock from my very wet pussy. To take parental control of this bizarre situation.

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And I did indeed take control. Although not as a parent, but as a horny slut.

I resumed the slow-motion riding that previously my son had been controlling.

Suddenly it wasn't my son forcing me to ride him, it was my riding him of my own volition... because I wanted to... because I wanted him... although slowly, which only compounded my frustration as I knew I could never get off like this.

I needed to bounce on his cock and do it hard.

I needed to ride it fast.

I needed it slamming into me. I didn't need to make love, I needed to fuck.

Yet I couldn't do any of those things without completely giving away to my husband the shocking truth of what we were doing.

Suddenly my phone, which I had by now put on vibrate, buzzed in my hand.

I looked at it.

Fuck, I love you, Mommy.

Reading those five words... reading the most sweet, endearing... innocent even... term for being a mother... and I was a quivering, needy mess.

I couldn't deny that I felt something powerful even as his cock slowly moved within me, even as I stared at those tender words. Talk about your mixed signals!

I loved him too. No question.

And this... this... whatever this was... only enhanced my love for him.

I convinced myself that this wasn't wrong!

How could something wrong feel so right?

I was making my son happy, which is the goal of every mother... of every Mommy.

I struggled to control my trembling hands so I could text him too.

I love you too, son.

Another text.

I'm going to come in you Mommy.

Another text:

Just ride me a teeny bit faster Mommy.

Another text:

Please, Mommy!

I wanted to make my son happy.

I wanted to get him off.

I wanted to feel his cum shooting inside my pussy.

So...

I began riding him faster, cautiously grabbing the back of my husband's seat for support.

I didn't bounce on his cock like I desperately wanted to do, but I did move faster and performed my expert move that always got my husband off, as I tightened my Kegel muscles around his stiff dick.

And just like it always worked for my husband, it now worked for my son... like father, like son... as I felt his cum filling my cunt.

I let out an uncontrollable moan, made worse by the fact that my head was resting on the side of the seatback just inches from my husband's left ear.

"You okay?" Alex asked again.

"I just really need to pee," I replied, desperately grabbing any old excuse as my son continued spewing inside me and I continued milking him for all I could get.

"A couple more minutes," he promised.

"Okay," I replied, leaning up, then adding the double entendre, "much longer and I may explode."

"I'm doing the best I can," he said, knowing from years of travelling that when I say I have to pee... I have to pee.

My son began bucking his ass up, really fucking me now, making me tremble and gasp, "Oh, God."

"There's a truck stop in two miles," Alex said, pointing out a sign.

"So close," I replied, again a double meaning, now completely unable to hide my desperation to come, grateful he was misinterpreting what my urgency was about, as I desperately tried to come at least without screaming, and before we reached the truck stop.

Cory kept pumping his cock, not super-fast, or hard enough to make slapping sounds, but actively enough to build my orgasm.

I could feel the tide rising in me, knowing the inevitable eruption was close, when I saw the one-mile sign.

Urgency overwhelming me, I had to have this orgasm, my very life depended on this orgasm! I leaned away from my husband, leaned back against my son's chest and rode his cock like a crazy woman as I moved my hand to my clit and started strumming.

I was thankful the music was too loud for my husband to hear the wet sounds of sex right behind him as I bounced on Cory's cock, desperate to orgasm.

I could see the truck stop and a restaurant in the near distance, fast approaching even as I was doing the same, and I closed my eyes and rode and rode and rubbed... and rubbed and finally erupted.

"God," I moaned loudly, allowing the word out, certain that my husband would still think I was desperate to pee, not knowing that immediately behind him I was unable to restrain my vocalisations not because of hydraulic pressure, but because my orgasm was hitting me like a thunderstorm, my cum gushing out of me and flooding onto my son's cock and lap. Again I grabbed the driver's seat and pulled myself up, my son's cock finally exiting my overheated pussy.

Thankfully thoughts of incestuous sex never occurred to him. Why would it? I was in the backseat with my son as Alex reassured me, clearly concerned only about my bladder, "Thirty seconds, honey."

"Okay, thanks," I replied weakly, as my now unstoppable orgasm continued ripping through me like a tornado.

I could feel my son fumbling underneath me, likely putting away his cock, which I realized I still hadn't seen.

I just closed my eyes and allowed the tornado of pleasure to spin through me, an orgasm as intense as any I'd ever experienced. Partly because my son's cock was bigger than my husband's; partly because of the taboo fact I had just fucked my son; and partly because of the crazy reality I had just fucked my son in a car with my husband mere inches away.

When he pulled in and brought the car to a stop, my orgasm still wasn't complete. Yet I had to appear urgent, desperate even, like I could pee myself at any moment, so I slammed open the door, cum running down my legs, and jumped out of the car, glancing back as I began running to see my son grinning at me, his package safe and sound in his shorts... although a very clear wet patch providing visible evidence of our wrongdoing should CSI show up to investigate.

I scurried through a rustic restaurant and into the washroom, the guilt and shame of my indiscretion and incestuous act suddenly hitting me like the summer heat.

I... had... just... had... sex... with... my... son!

In... our... car!

With... my... apparently oblivious husband... inches... away!

Oh... my... God!

I... am... the... worst... mother... ever!

But worse yet?

It had been fucking amazing!

I may have been a bad mother, but I was a very good Mommy!

I got to the washroom, and for the second time today I wiped cum off my legs. This time the cum wasn't just mine.

What had come over me?

Why had I let my son do that to me?

I could blame the confined space, but truthfully nothing had prevented me from pushing him out of me. Nothing except my own willingness to fuck him.

Fuck!

Then he texted me:

That was amazing, Mommy.

Fuck!

I texted back, my orgasm finally subsiding, finally responding to him as a mother:

That can't happen again!!!

He didn't respond.

So as I finished cleaning up, I texted again:

I'm serious!

He again ignored the text.

I calmed down at least physically, and realized I was feeling completely dehydrated after my workout.

I left the washroom and saw my husband and son chatting as they waited for me at a booth.

We ate lunch, and although I was anxiety-riddled the entire time, my son had a poker face as he gave away no sign of what had transpired. I, on the other hand, had guilt written all over my face.

Twice Alex asked if I was okay.

I just feigned hunger and exhaustion from needing to hold my pee for so long.

After lunch, and a lot of water, we prepared to continue the drive.

Alex had gassed up while I was in the washroom, so we were ready to go.

Again, my trepidation overwhelmed me.

Now what? How could I sit on Cory's lap again?

Yet, I couldn't say anything; there was literally no alternative.

So, I sat. Although this time, once the door was closed, I positioned myself leaning against the door and stretching my legs between the two front seats. My pussy was out of range in this position. I had found the Fort Knox of pussy protection.

And for an hour it worked. Cory read the new James Patterson book and I read the other new James Patterson book (he apparently puts out a new book more often than the Red Sox lose another game). Interestingly, Cory and I had a lot of common interests, including being avid readers and both having the same favourite author in James Patterson.

Sit in any single position for a straight hour though, and the rear becomes a mutineer. Yet, even though I was very uncomfortable, I refused to reposition myself, although I did begin to squirm a bit.

Suddenly my son's hand was resting on my knee, my dress hiked up enough to show him a fair amount of leg.

His hand didn't move up my leg, it just rested there as a constant tease... a constant reminder.

He did move his hand away to flip a page every couple of minutes, although he didn't replace it any higher when he returned it.

He seemed oblivious to the impact it was having on me, a constant distraction, even though it wouldn't have fazed me at all a few hours ago.

"How you guys doing back there?" Alex asked a few minutes later.

"My bum is numb," I joked, although it was the truth.

"There's a scenic stop in three miles," he said, "let's pull over and take a little hike."

"Sounds good," I said.

"Yeah, I could use a stretch," Cory agreed, looking at my face almost for the first time during the entire drive.

I quickly looked away, like I was in seventh grade and waiting for a boy to check yes or no on a love note I'd just passed him.

What had come over me?

Even though I had told him it couldn't happen again.

Even though he seemed to be respecting my decision.

I now felt insecure and annoyed that he was ignoring me... I felt like I was fifteen again.

I just stared past my husband and through the windscreen for the next few minutes until we slowed down.

Once we'd stopped, I shifted around as my back was to the door. As I did, my naked pussy again touched down briefly on Cory's cock, which was again hard.

My first thought was, How long has he been hard?

My second thought was, Why is it hard?

My third thought was, How many times can he get it up?

My fourth thought was, What the hell is wrong with me?

I opened the door and got out.

I stretched, thankful to be out in the fresh air... even if it was still fucking hot and muggy.

Alex asked, "So do you guys want to go for a hike?"

"How long?" I asked.

He walked over to a map on display and reported, "There are two trails from here. One is a mile long; the other, three."

"A mile, sure; three in this heat, no way," I answered.

Cory offered , "I need to take a lengthy washroom break, wash off some of this sweat, why don't you two go off alone?"

"Sure," Alex said, taking my hand.

We began walking and I couldn't help but glance back at my son to see if he was watching us... and he wasn't. Oddly, that made me feel unloved, which was of course ludicrous.

As we were walking along the trail I had the sudden urge to show my husband I loved him. I needed to make up for my indiscretion even if he didn't know about it, by doing something for him.

Ten minutes or so into the hike I saw a small side path and invited him, "Follow me."

He objected, "I don't think this is part of the trail."

"I certainly hope not," I purred, trying to look sexy and with improper intent.

A couple of minutes later, deep enough in the woods that we couldn't be seen, I dropped to my knees and fished out his cock. I'd considered letting him fuck me, but I didn't want him to see I wasn't wearing any panties.

He gasped, "Sarah, really? Here?"

"You always say you wish I was more spontaneous," I quipped, although if he knew how spontaneous I'd already been today he would likely keel over. Plus, although we had a reasonable amount of sex together and I was willing to try almost anything for him in the bedroom, anywhere else I wasn't much of a risk taker. Normally.

But today my typical insecurity, or the idea that sex was only for the bedroom, seemed to be shattered after the exhilarating, taboo sex I'd enjoyed in the backseat of our car. I now wanted to take risks.

Before he could say a single word I took his flaccid cock in my mouth. I love sucking cock... always have. I was a bit of a cock sucking slut in high school, figuring it was a good way to save my virginity for marriage. Plus, I was good at it and even enjoyed the unique taste and texture of cum. Of course I ended up not saving my virginity after all, getting fucked by an upperclassman at the first college party I went to.

"Oh shit," Alex groaned, "what's gotten into you, Sarah?"

The answer to that question was 'your son,' but that didn't seem like a prudent response.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and asked, "Can't a wife show her husband she loves him by giving him a little surprise? Like spontaneously sucking his cock and swallowing his load?"

"Yes, she can," he laughed.

"Plus I'm hungry, and your cum can provide a lot of healthy nutrients for a girl's body," I quipped, taking his organic whole-grain-fed cock back in my mouth.

"And it's good for your complexion, too," he added, having read somewhere that cum was good for a woman's skin and had used the argument to give me the first of his many facials years ago.

While I'd rather swallow a load than take it on my face, since I was rather submissive I always just allowed Alex to shoot his load wherever he chose.

I protested, for the first time since my first-ever facial, "Don't you dare. Not here."

"What? You think Cory would be shocked?" he teased, sliding his cock back in my mouth.

I thought to myself, If you only knew. Yet I kept bobbing, feeling exhilarated to be doing it in such a public place.

"I won't last long," he moaned, as I sucked his cock hungrily.

I kept bobbing and was rewarded with a full load of his cum... in my mouth thank God... although he pulled out partway through and rocketed a small amount onto my face.

I gasped, "Really?"

"I couldn't resist," he shrugged, as he slid his cock back in my mouth.

I milked the last remnants of his cum from his cock before standing up and kissing him hard, giving him a taste of his own medicine so to speak. He didn't appear to mind which surprised me slightly.

When the kiss ended, he said, "Well, that was unexpected."

"I was hungry," I shrugged.

"Well, I'm always willing to feed you," he smiled as he tucked his cock away.

We returned to the marked trail and resumed the hike, hand in hand.

I don't know how long it took, but eventually we returned to the starting point, and Alex whispered to me, "You should probably go to the washroom before we head out."

"Good call," I nodded, "I really have to pee."

"And maybe clean the cum off your face," he added.

"Fuck, you let me keep wearing it for that whole hike," I blamed him, since I'd forgotten it was there.

"Well, you didn't seem too concerned, and we don't know anyone here," he shrugged.

"Except for our son," I pointed out.

"Which is why I mentioned it," he said.

"Asshole," I said playfully, hitting him on the shoulder.

"Sounds good. Maybe tonight," he countered, since he occasionally fucked my ass.

"You wish," I quipped back, even though I assumed we would indeed be fucking tonight, and given how submissive I was, I knew I wouldn't keep him away from my ass, if that's what he wanted.

"No, I don't wish, I know," he said, slapping my ass.

I went to the washroom, washed my face and went pee.

I grabbed a Gatorade and a chocolate bar and returned to the car.

My son and husband were leaning against the car, chatting. I wondered how weird it would be if they were chatting about sex.

I joined them and asked, "Ready to go?"

"Sure," Cory said, before adding, "ready to endure sitting on my lap for a couple more hours?"

"Ready to have your mother squishing you for a couple more hours?" I countered.

"It's been a tight squeeze, all right," he countered, smiling at me for the first time since our shocking act.

I laughed, trying to act casual, worrying that my husband might somehow sense the sexual tension between his wife and son, "Yes, it's like a hot box back there."

Cory laughed, "Yes, it's a sure-fire weight loss program."

Alex apologized to us both, "I'm sorry we didn't plan this better."

Cory joked, repeating an earlier statement I'd made, "It's enabled some special mom and son bonding."

"Well, get ready to bond some more then," Alex said, "It'll be a good two or three hours until our late supper stop."

I couldn't help but laugh, but also to feel mortified at the sordid bonding activities my husband was tacitly approving, especially when my eyes wandered to my son, who was gazing hungrily at me with a big smile on his face.

We were back in the car, I was back on Cory's lap, this time perched on his right leg, leaning against the boxes.

Like the last time, he just read and ignored me for the first hour. We could have talked about anything with each other since Alex had the radio blaring again, but we didn't.

But as I began to fidget, again feeling antsy, he asked, "Uncomfortable?"

I nodded.

He nodded, "Me too," and promptly pulled his cock out of his shorts. "There, that's a lot better."

I stared at his semi-erect cock.

This was the first time I'd seen it since he was a little boy.

I couldn't take my eyes off it.

He pointed to my pussy.

I looked back at him, confused.

He moved his hand onto my leg and reached under my dress, going directly to my wet, naked pussy.

I moaned softly, but thankfully the music covered it.

I just sat on his knee allowing my son to finger my pussy... which he did for a good five minutes... getting me all hot and riled. I was back in the zone again, and I knew I'd do whatever he wanted of me short of outing ourselves to his father.

He then pulled his finger out and stuck it directly in his mouth.

"Delicious," he said, loud enough that my husband heard him.

"What's delicious?" Alex asked.

"The snack Mom just shared with me," Cory replied brazenly.

"Is there any left?" Alex asked.

"No, sorry, I ate it all," Cory responded, as I remained silent, motionless and feeling I should be ashamed, but wasn't.

"I could use a snack," my oblivious husband commented, continuing our surreal conversation.

"Me too," I added, staring at my son's cock and licking my lips with wanton intent.

"Maybe at the next stop," Cory suggested.

"I'm definitely stopping soon," Alex said. "I could use a bathroom break anyway."

"God, it's hot back here," Cory complained, taking his shirt off, showcasing his rock-hard abs... an attraction my husband had lost years ago.

He then took hold of my hand and guided it to his cock.

I should have resisted, but his magnetic pull was too much, and I didn't hesitate at all.

I took his tool in my hand and stroked it, knowing that although by now it had gotten dark, my husband could still stare at me in the rear-view mirror anytime he wished... although he would only see my hungry face through the gloom.

I wished I could suck my son's beautiful, slightly-curved cock, but that was literally impossible within the confined space.

By this time I had fully accepted, as I stroked and stared at Cory's majestic cock, that I was willing to allow my son to fuck me again.

I wanted that cock inside me. I needed it.

I was ready to climb on top and go for a ride when Alex announced unexpectedly, "Pulling over."

His words and the slowing car brought me back to reality like a cold shower. A reality where I was stroking my son's cock and about to willingly ride him.

I released Cory's cock and to my surprise he didn't put it away as we rolled to a stop at a small-town gas station.

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Alex told us, "Five-minute stop," as he exited the car.

"Two-minute snack," Cory said, opening the door, getting out and ordering, "suck me, Mommy."

I gasped. I wanted to suck him but I couldn't believe he wanted me to do it here, even though Alex had conveniently parked us in a secluded spot and the unlit parking lot was almost totally dark.

"Hurry up, Mommy," he ordered, "we only have time for an appetizer."

I quickly got out of the car, overwhelmed with insatiable hunger and lust, turned around, and demanded as I lowered my mouth onto his cock, "Keep watch for your father."

"Yes, Mommy," he groaned, as I took most of his cock in my mouth.

I bobbed quickly, remembering that the high school boys when I was young had been quick shooters.

I would have preferred to savour sucking his cock, I loved worshipping a cock, but time was of the essence. So I bobbed furiously up and down, enjoying the groans emerging from my son's mouth.

"I'm close, Mommy," he warned, and I bobbed even faster, making it clear he had permission to cum in his Mommy's mouth.

Then suddenly he whispered to me, "Dad! Dad! Dad!"

I quickly stood up and saw Alex approaching with a small bag. Thank God the parking lot was so dark! He asked me, "You still have to pee, don't you?"

"You know me," I shrugged, as I headed into the gas station and went to the washroom.

I went pee and then looked in the mirror. What's coming over me?

I had no answer to the question. Moments ago I'd been sucking my son in a gas station parking lot, and been seconds away from swallowing his load.

For someone who wasn't a risk taker, I was sure breaking character. I'd ridden my son to mutual orgasms in the backseat of the car while my husband drove, I had sucked and swallowed my husband's load on a secluded hiking trail, and just now I'd sucked my son, and it wasn't due to any virtue of mine that he hadn't cum in my mouth.

And Cory likely would want me to finish what I'd started once we were back on the road. And I would likely just hop right to it.

I returned to the car and both men were already seated inside. I repositioned myself once more on my son's lap, his cock already out and looking like it was expecting some tender loving care.

I moved back to the same right leg I'd been sitting on before we stopped. I liked being able to keep an eye on both my husband and my son.

As soon as we were back on the highway, Cory pointed back to his cock and I silently reached over and began stroking it, even as my husband began a conversation with me.

"So about seventy more miles and then we can stop for dinner and a hotel," he said.

"Sounds good," I said and continued, again with a double meaning, "I'll be starving by then, I may even have to gnaw on a nice juicy T-bone."

"Me too," Alex joined in; I had to bite my lip not to laugh.

"What about you, Cory, what are hungry for?" I asked, giving him a look that spoke volumes.

He moved his hand beneath my dress again and responded, his eyes never leaving mine, "Oh, I'm hoping for fish tonight."

Alex wouldn't ever eat me out, he said it was gross. So the idea of getting licked for the first time in a couple of decades, that having been done by my college roommate during a drunken night in our senior year, was very appealing.

"I thought you didn't like fish?" Alex puzzled.

"I do like one kind," my son answered, never taking his eyes off me.

"What kind is that?" Alex asked, oblivious to the naughty innuendo he was accidentally participating in.

I tried to change the topic, "Did you book us a hotel yet?"

Alex, never the planner, shrugged, "Nope."

Feeling a rush of exhilaration at chatting with my husband while simultaneously stroking my son's cock, I asked, "Shouldn't we call ahead?"

"There'll be space," Alex blindly believed.

"Okay," I shrugged, my focus on my son's cock.

"Looking forward to living on your own, Cory?" Alex asked.

"I'll have a roommate," he pointed out.

"Oh, right," Alex nodded, "are you looking forward to meeting him?"

"I guess," Cory responded, distracted by the way my fingers were tracing around his mushroom top.

"Hopefully you'll get along," Alex continued, trying to keep the dying conversation going.

I crooned, "Who couldn't love our sweet Cory?"

"Yes, I'm pretty much irresistible," he quipped.

"Is that a good thing?" my husband questioned.

"Sometimes," Cory answered.

We kept chatting for a few more minutes about trivialities until Alex turned the music back up.

"Need to change positions?" Cory asked.

"I think so," I nodded, never having stopped my stroking of his cock or staring at it.

He patted his lap, as if putting the decision this time completely in my hands (pun intended as I was still stroking his cock).

I paused to steady myself then I shifted around, my back to him, having changed hands to continue grasping his cock as I straddled it. I paused again, and then lowered myself onto my baby boy's big, hard, cunt-stretching cock. Oh my God did it feel good!

My pussy was on fire and it easily welcomed my son's cock as it was invaded again.

Once I was entirely settled down on his lap I just sat there, loving the feeling of being full again. The first time I'd been full of anxiety and we were rushed, not to mention I was struggling with conflicting emotions. This time I was going to enjoy the ride.

First, I just ground on his cock, swaying my hips forward and back.

While I did this, Cory cupped my breasts for the first time. Yet, knowing that the dash lights might enable Alex to see me getting felt up by our son in the rear-view mirror, I moved his hands away.

Thankfully, he didn't try again.

To my surprise, this position coupled with the slow grinding, was enough to get Cory off, as without warning, a few minutes into the slow tease, I felt my cunt walls getting coated in cum.

I was disappointed, having wanted to really enjoy the last hour of the drive. Yet a minute later when I'd finished milking his cum and began to lift myself off him, he held me in place.

I looked back questioningly and he mouthed, "Give me five."

It was just as if he had said, 'I love you'. Once Alex was done, he was done... needing hours to reload his weapon. And if I hadn't come, which was almost always the case, it wasn't an issue worthy of his attention.

But Cory, young and virile, was able not only to reload quickly, but to remain hard while doing so. Oh, how I missed my college years when everyone was younger.

So I just sat on my son's cock while watching the boring nighttime scenery pass by, waiting impatiently for Cory to get ready for round three, but knowing he wouldn't be satisfied until he'd given me another screaming... well okay, tonight it would be a stifled orgasm, but a powerful one all the same.

Alex asked us, "Still okay back there?"

"I was hoping for more excitement," I answered, grinding back on Cory oh so slightly.

"Yeah, it's been a boring drive," my husband agreed.

"Although the scenery is lovely," Cory said, slyly cupping my breasts again.

I slapped them away and said, "Although it's hard to sit in one position for so long."

"Half an hour to go," Alex said, before adding, "give or take."

I almost quipped, 'hopefully give,' as I wanted my son to give it to me, but I was able to refrain, instead replying, "Good, because I'm famished."

"For that T-bone?" Alex asked.

"Yes," I nodded, "a big, thick T-bone." Again, my husband was oblivious to the naughty sexual innuendo. Cory wasn't though, as he bucked his hips up and his cock, now nice and hard, went deeper inside me.

I yelped, like I had the first time his cock filled me.

"You okay?" Alex asked, this becoming a recurring question.

"Oh, I just keep getting poked," I said, which was true, as Cory slyly moved his ass up and down.

"We'll try and reorganize everything tomorrow morning," Alex promised.

"Good idea," I nodded, as I tried not to moan.

"There must be a way to make this work."

Cory added, "I'm okay, Dad. I've gotten used to having Mom on top of me."

OMG! I thought to myself. His words were so blunt! Yet of course Alex didn't catch on... nor should he. Why would he think his son would be fucking his wife right behind him? His thoughts wouldn't go there even for an instant.

"Oh, I love this song," I said, when Starship's 'We Built This City' came on, wanting the music to be turned up, wanting a distraction from the irrepressible sounds I was about to make.

My husband obliged my request and not only cranked up the volume but began singing as well.

I leaned up close and began singing along with him as I offered my pussy to my son.

Thankfully my son didn't need to be instructed, as he began slowly fucking me.

Alex kept sharing looks with me, enjoying this revisiting of our 1980s duet singing as he sang the Mickey Thomas parts and I the Grace Slick parts, completely unaware that at this very moment his flesh and blood was fucking his wife.

And I just went with it... which made me not only a bad Mom for allowing my son to fuck me, but a bad wife as I got even more turned on, knowing I was cheating on him even though he was close enough we could have shared a kiss. Although I'm sure I couldn't have summoned enough self-control to carry that one off without moaning right into his mouth and giving everything away.

My orgasm was rising as the song was nearing its own climax and I screamed, "Oh fuck," when my son surprised me by sliding a finger in my ass.

"What's wrong?" Alex asked, slowing down the car.

"Leg cramp," I lied, falling back onto Cory's cock completely, and his finger pulled out of me as quickly as it had entered.

"Should I stop?" Alex asked.

"No, no worries," I said, as I began bouncing up and down on Cory's cock, "I'll just stretch it out."

"Poor Cory," Alex said, seeing my torso moving up and down as I allegedly stretched my leg, unaware of what I was really doing.

"I'm okay," Cory said, as his hands went to my hips.

"I'm not hurting you?" I asked, trying to play along.

He laughed, "No, it's all good."

"Let me know if you need me to pull over for a few," Alex offered.

"Will do," I nodded, when oddly enough I really did get a leg cramp... fucking irony.

I reluctantly moved to the right and up, Cory's cock sliding out of me, and I said, "Actually, we do need to pull over."

"Okay," Alex said, slowing down.

"Sorry, Cory, I really need to get out and stretch my leg," I apologized.

"I could use a stretch too," he sympathized, putting his throbbing cock away as his cum and my wetness leaked out of me.

I worried that I probably smelled of sex so I grabbed my purse and pulled out some wet naps. As soon as the car stopped, I struggled out and began stretching my leg, which was still cramped.

The men got out and they stretched too.

"Less than an hour to go," Alex reassured us.

"I know," I nodded, "I'll be good once I get this cramp out."

"No hurry," Alex nodded, before he added, "I'm going to go take a quick piss."

As soon as he disappeared around the other side of the car, I urgently began wiping my legs and under my skirt, not even worrying about the lone car that drove by. I needed to get rid of the smell of sex.

Cory coughed, a warning cough, and I quickly tossed away the wet naps.

Alex returned, saying, "Shit, it really was hot today."

"Still is, burning hot," Cory agreed.

I added, glancing to Cory, "Stifling."

"Ready?" my husband asked, still oblivious to what Cory and I had been doing together to overheat ourselves, almost all day.

"Definitely ready," I nodded, gazing at my son meaningfully, signaling to him that I was indeed looking forward to resuming what we'd just been doing.

"All right, next stop will be for the night," Alex announced.

"Sounds wonderful," I said, as Cory climbed back into the car.

Once we were all inside and back on the road, I fished out Cory's cock as Alex hoped, "Maybe we can find a hotel with a hot tub."

"That would be great," I agreed, my body sore from the long day of confined space and of course furtive fucking. I got Cory's cock out again, glad to feel it was still hard, and positioned it back at my wanton cunt.

Cory held my hips to keep me balanced as I lowered myself back onto his cock.

Once he was fully inside me, again I just sat on it, enjoying how full it made me feel. Then after a short while I began slowly grinding on him again, getting eager to get revved up again.

I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the slow build as, ironically, Billy Joel's 'We Didn't Start the Fire' rang through the car. The pulsing drums felt particularly helpful.

As my orgasm began building and I needed more, I decided to try a new position, so I leaned to my right as far as I could go, lifting my ass up, which made his cock slide out of me as I gestured at him.

Cory realized what I wanted. For him to roll onto his side and fuck me that way.

He repositioned himself, my head now leaning on the boxes and in plain view of my husband if he turned to his right and looked over his shoulder... which he did.

I smiled, "New position."

"I see," he nodded, thinking I was in search of comfort, not in search of getting off.

"Oh," I moaned ever so softly, as Cory's cock slid back into me. And then to explain myself I pointed out the window and announced, "Horses."

"Yep," Alex nodded, as he tried to sing along with Billy Joel.

Meanwhile my fire was now flaming as Cody slowly slid his cock in and out of me.

I needed to reach another orgasm and I needed it soon. The starts and stops had driven me crazy and I was more desperate than ever for liftoff.

I wiggled my ass, signaling I wanted him to ream me faster.

Thankfully Cory understood and began pumping in and out of me with renewed vigour as a new song began, again an ironic one, Duran Duran's 'Hungry like the Wolf'.

And I was indeed hungry.

"Didn't you see Duran Duran live when you were a teenager?" Alex asked, looking back at me.

"I did," I nodded, as Cory slowed down, making it possible for my head to stop rocking back and forth as I tried to conceal the feelings of pleasure that must have been showing on my face.

"You okay?" he asked again.

"Oh, yes, I'm feeling great," I said, "just can't find the best position." Again, my words having two meanings.

"I imagine there isn't any perfect spot back there," Alex sympathised.

"That's very true," I agreed, "I can get comfortable and feel okay for a while, but soon I need a new position."

Cory's finger teased my ass as Alex said unhelpfully, "Maybe Cory should drive for the last twenty minutes."

I wanted to tell him, "'He's driving me right now', but instead, with just the slightest whimper, my orgasm building, I spoke another double entendre, "Not helpful, we're almost there."

And I was.

I just needed a few more deep, hard strokes.

Again I wiggled my ass.

This time though, Cory took that as permission to finger my ass, so he rather easily slid it inside.

I winced slightly, the lack of lube giving me a slight burn. I loved anal sex, but usually it required a lot of lube.

But my son's cock fucking my cunt, and now the additional stimulation of his finger fucking my ass had me close to eruption, spurred on by the thrill of doing something so naughty with my husband two feet away, enhanced my desire.

I closed my eyes, bit my lip, continued fucking and allowed the pleasure to build. Thankfully Alex didn't interrupt the mood by talking to me, and I was able just to enjoy the double-holed fucking until finally my orgasm hit.

Somehow I was able to keep the scream inside, even though every part of me wanted to scream my release to the heavens, as my cum flooded out of me around my son's fat cock.

Cory kept pumping in and out of me throughout my orgasm until I slapped his hand, imploring him to stop, and levered myself up so his cock slid out of me, as my wetness leaked out of me as well. I pointed to my purse and thankfully he knew exactly what I wanted. He pulled out some wet naps to wipe my legs and pussy.

Alex turned back to us and said, "Ten minutes,"

"Thank God," I replied, both because even when he turned he could only see my head, but also because now we all needed to get out of here before the scent of my sin, which would very soon be permeating the car, wafted into my husband's nose.

"Your cheeks are really red, Sarah," Alex said, looking at me worriedly.

"It's really hot in here I guess," I replied, a viable excuse on this hot summer evening.

Once Cory was done cleaning up his Mommy, I shifted back onto his lap and slumped back against him, utterly exhausted.

He whispered in my ear, "I love you, Mommy."

I wiggled my ass in response, too tired to speak, but I did reach back to caress his cheek for a few affectionate moments.

Eventually we arrived in the town, and we found a hotel pretty easily. It even had a pool with a hot tub! Alex booked two rooms, and after dinner we all went for a dip.

While Alex went to hit the sauna Cory and I slipped into the hot tub where he said, "So Mommy, once Dad is asleep I want you to come to my room."

"Really?" I asked, acting coy. "I can't imagine why."

"And I expect you to be wearing thigh highs," he added, addressing me strongly and firmly, which I found fucking sexy.

"How do you even know I own thigh highs?" I teased.

"You wear them all the time," he pointed out before adding, "and often your skirts are short enough to give me glimpses of your lace tops."

"You like my stockings?" I asked, something his father also loved.

"How couldn't I?" he asked, "you wear them every day... I've been perving on them for years."

"Really?" I asked, surprised by this information.

"I even made Karen wear them for me," he added.

"Then you're just like your father."

"He likes them too?"

"He especially enjoys foot jobs when I'm wearing them," I revealed.

"That I've never had done to me," Cory said wistfully.

"Mmmmmmm," I purred promisingly, my foot going to his cock.

"I can't wait to fuck you in a bed," he said bluntly.

"Me too," I nodded, "but I'm not sure I should sneak out of our room."

"Once he gets to snoring nothing will wake him up," Cory pointed out, which was true.

"But still..." I said.

"I'm not asking, Mom," he said, "I'm telling you what you're going to do for me."

"You are, are you?" I questioned coyly.

"I am, Mother," he nodded, "tonight you're mine."

"I'm your what?" I pressed, as my foot continued pressing against his stiff cock.

"You're my Mommy-slut," he answered firmly.

"Fuck is that hot," I moaned, totally turned on.

Alex came out of the sauna and told us, "I'm going upstairs."

"I'll join you soon," I nodded, thinking that first maybe my new lover and I could have some fun in the empty pool.

"Okay," Alex nodded, leaving us alone.

As soon as he was gone, I asked, "So: you ever fucked in a pool?"

"Actually, I have," he answered.

"Slut," I joked.

He shrugged, "Never did it on a waterslide though."

"Hmmmmmmmm," I purred. "We would be pretty isolated up there. It's enclosed."

"Let's go," he nodded, climbing out of the hot tub.

I followed him up the stairs.

Once we were at the top of the waterslide he ordered me, "On your knees, Mommy."

I obeyed, crawling inside the waterslide tunnel. He stood directly in front of me, holding onto the edges as I pulled his trunks down just far enough to get at his big meat, before taking it in my mouth.

"That's so good, Mommy," he groaned, as I hungrily bobbed on his cock. I had no idea how long we would be alone out here so I focused on speed... even though I would have preferred to give him a lengthy blow job.

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I sucked him for a couple of minutes, even deep throating him a couple of times, enjoying the sound of his moans.

Suddenly, the door opened downstairs.

Cory sighed, "Shit, now you definitely have to come to my room tonight."

"You really want to come down Mommy's throat?" I asked.

"And on your face and on your tits and all over your ass and finally inside your ass," he listed.

"Now that would be impressive," I smiled.

"Kids are on their way up," Cory warned.

"Then you'd better put your little man away," I responded playfully, as I slid down the waterslide belly down and feet first to land in the chilly water with an awkward splash.

We headed back to our hotel rooms with Cory reminding me one more time, "My room as soon as you can."

I smiled, "You really are insatiable. Not that that's a bad thing."

I returned to my room and Alex was lying in bed, clearly already on his way to snooze-ville.

I went and took a bath to wash off the chlorine. It was a long bath, giving me lots of time to replay this crazy day. Which got me horny again.

I climbed out of the tub, dried off and returned to the bedroom.

As I'd expected, Alex was already snoring away.

I went to my suitcase and selected a pair of sheer black thigh highs. I put them on in the bathroom, donned only a hotel robe, grabbed the room key and snuck out of my room and into my son's, which was a few doors down. I saw he'd left the door slightly ajar and I walked in... closing and locking the door securely.

He was on the bed completely naked, watching some sports highlights.

He smiled fondly at me, "Black, my favourite colour."

"Big, my favourite size," I purred, gazing hungrily upon his flaccid cock.

"Like those tits you've been hiding from an unfortunate world all day," he countered.

"What?" I asked, dropping the robe, "These old things?"

My son was speechless as he stared at my tits. Even though I was in my mid-forties, they were still very big, yet very firm.

"Like?" I asked.

"I used to suck on those?" he asked.

"Every day," I nodded, climbing onto the bed to join him before asking, "Why? Would you like to revisit your childhood?"

"God, yes," he nodded, as he sat up and cupped my breasts with both hands.

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned. "Now suck your Mommy's nipples like a good boy."

He did, swirling his tongue around my stiff nipple.

"That's it baby, Mommy loves her nipples played with," I moaned.

He surprised me a moment later as he grabbed me and tossed me onto my back, my head landing on a pillow. He surprised me again when he spread my legs and buried his face between them.

I moaned loudly at his first touch, glad Alex wasn't sleeping on the other side of the wall. It had been so long since a tongue had touched my pussy that I was instantly in heaven. "Your Dad won't ever do this," I revealed a couple of minutes into the exquisite tongue lashing.

"Are you kidding me?" Cory asked. "This is what I call fine dining."

"Then get back to your dinner," I moaned, pulling his head back into my fiery pussy.

He licked me for a couple more minutes until my breathing was getting erratic and I knew my next orgasm was close.

"I'm a flooder," I warned.

"You've been proving that all day," he replied before taking my clit in his mouth. I erupted! "Oh God, yes, baby!!"

He hungrily lapped up my cum until I offered, "Time for me to finish what I started earlier. Stand up, my big man."

He did.

As he stood close to the bed I moved my stocking-clad feet to his cock and began stroking.

"Oh, this is nice," he groaned.

"I only buy stockings made from pure silk," I explained.

"So I can feel," he nodded, taking hold of my feet and beginning to masturbate himself with them.

"Don't be wasting that cum," I purred.

"Does Mommy swallow?" he asked.

"Are my nylons silk?" I responded. "Are you my good boy? Am I your Mommy-slut?"

"And does Mommy take facials too?" he asked.

"If you wish, but I'd rather swallow every drop of your cum..." I replied honestly, before adding, "...as you fuck my face like the dirty Mommy-slut you've turned me into today."

"Mmmmmmm," he groaned as I slid my feet away from him to drop off the bed and onto my knees so I could take his cock in my mouth.

"Fuck, do I love your mouth, Mommy," he groaned.

"And Mommy loves your cock, sweet boy," I replied, before bobbing some more.

"Oh God, Mom, I've fantasized about this forever," he revealed.

I wondered how long forever had been.

I kept bobbing, and in no time at all I felt his legs tense up as he declared, "I'm going to come."

I bobbed faster until seconds later I was finally rewarded with a full load of cum... apparently the third time was a charm.

I kept sucking until I'd extracted every drop of his cum and he said, "God, that was even better than I've been imagining all this time."

"Have you also imagined getting hard again and fucking your Mommy the old-fashioned way?" I asked, before clarifying, "In a bed?"

"Maybe," he said.

"My question was rhetorical," I smiled, standing up and kissing his lips. Today I had fucked him twice, sucked him three times and even allowed him to finger my ass, but I found this kiss to be the most intimate. Our tongues continued exploring each other's mouths as we fell onto the bed.

For an eternity we made out; not having sex exactly, although our hands roamed.

We were no longer just mother and son; we were also two lustful adults exploring each other's bodies.

Eventually we ended up in a sixty-nine, a position I'd only tried once, the other time with a girl. I bobbed down on his cock, he licked up to my pussy endlessly and wonderfully until without words, he rolled me onto my back, raised my legs above my head and slid his cock inside me for the third time today, this time while grasping my silk-clad ankles. Today had been exciting for us both, but it was so much better in the comfort of a bed and with the freedom to express ourselves fully to each other.

"Oh God, son," I moaned, staring into his eyes, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, Mom," he replied as he began fucking me.

"God, I wish I knew you wanted this while you still lived at home," I moaned, his cock slamming into me.

"Me too," he nodded. "I never thought my fantasies would become a reality."

"And I never knew you had such a big dick," I replied, bucking my ass up to meet his forward thrusts.

"I still can't believe I'm actually fucking you, Mom, that this is really happening," he said, the look in his eyes one of lust and love.

"Then we'd better make every second count," I replied.

And we did.

He fucked me on my side.

He fucked me doggy style.

I sucked his cock to hardness again and then fucked him reverse cowboy.

And we ended the night back in the missionary position.

I came first, and he followed shortly after, this time being finished off by my stocking-clad feet as I gave him a foot job.

He came on my feet and I, still very flexible from my cheerleader days, reached my foot up to my mouth and licked off his cum.

He groaned, "Now that's hot."

"Everything today was hot," I countered, as I scooped some cum off the bed from the first rocket that had shot into the air.

"I do love you, Mom," he said. "Today was about way more than sex."

"I know, Cory," I agreed. "I know."

"So..." he began, suddenly nervous.

"I probably should get back," I worried, "eventually your father will wake up."

"I hope I never do," he replied.

"You're an incestual romantic," I joked.

"And a very horny teenager," he added.

"We still have one more day to spend together in the car," I reminded my lover.

"Maybe two, if we can make him stop more often," he countered.

"Mmmmmmm," I purred. "You still have my tits to cum on."

"And your face," he added.

"Facials are such a waste of good, tasty cum," I pointed out.

"But I bet you'd look fucking hot with a load of cum dripping down your cheeks and off your chin," he said.

"Such a romantic," I joked again, as I pulled my nylons off. "Here's a souvenir."

"Of a night I'll never forget," he said, gliding them sensuously across his face.

"The first of many," I smiled, "I hope this will be the first of many, you sexy mother fucker."

"Those are the hottest words I've ever heard," he said gratefully.

"And you know... once a mother fucker, always a mother fucker," I smiled, moving into him for another kiss.

"Well, then I guess we'll have to fuck each other every chance we get," he smiled.

I kissed him once more, put my robe back on and snuck out of his room and silently into mine.

And as I joined my husband in bed, my head was spinning in the aftermath of the strangest, most surreal day in my life.

I had sucked and fucked my son.

I had no regrets.

And I couldn't wait to do it again tomorrow.

The End

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Backseat Mommy: Ass Fucked

The second day of the trip includes backseat sodomy.

Backseat Mommy: Ass Fucked - Incest/Taboo

Summary: Son slyly fucks submissive Mom in the ass with Dad in the car.

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This is part two of the Backseat Mommy series. In part one, Backseat Mommy: A Long Hard Ride, circumstances dictate that a mom must sit on her college-age son's lap for a long drive. As the day progresses, she is unable to resist the temptation of riding her son's insistent cock.

Note 1: Thanks to Robert, Tenzin, goamz86, and Wayne for editing.

Note 2: There is a lot of texting in this story.

If Cory is texting it will begin with a C: and be underlined.

If it is from the Mom it will have an M: and be in bold.

Note 3: This story and the entire series was updated in October 2018 with a new edit by Tex Beethoven.

I woke up the next morning filled with guilt.

I had willingly fucked my son in the backseat of the car while my husband drove us on the first leg of a long trip to my son's college where he would begin his higher education.

Last night I had snuck out of our hotel room while my husband slept and rushed into my son's room to fuck him again.

With guilt controlling me, although it was tempered by a tingle in my pussy at reminiscing about yesterday and last night, I climbed under the sheets and took my husband Alex's cock in my mouth. I'd only ever awakened him like this once before, the morning after our wedding twenty years ago, and he had joked for all those years since that I knew how to wake him up properly, although he wished I would do it again.

Feeling his flaccid cock slowly growing in my mouth was always a turn-on... I loved the power of using my mouth to make a cock go hard.

I heard soft whimpers and wondered whether he was having a sex dream or was waking up.

After a couple of minutes he groaned, "Oh my, Sarah, what's gotten into you?"

Like yesterday the correct answer would have been 'Your son's big dick', but that still didn't seem like an acceptable answer for him to hear, so I purred, "Just hungry for a morning snack."

"I'm not complaining," he groaned, as I slowly bobbed up and down and his cock became fully erect in my mouth.

As was always the case when we had morning sex, which was rare, he didn't last long, quickly spewing in my mouth. I swallowed the entire load and asked, "Wanna join me in the shower?"

"Sure," he nodded, with a big silly grin on his face.

He returned the favour in the shower, although using the removable shower head instead of his mouth. He was always happy to receive oral, but thought giving it was disgusting, so he wouldn't do it. But the shower head was a nice substitute, since he did make me come.

We met Cory downstairs for breakfast, and regardless of the guilt I'd awakened with, the moment I saw him I knew I was going to fuck him again. I couldn't explain it... other than the phrase 'undeniable lust'. The sex with him yesterday had been exhilarating, whether we were in the backseat risking the possibility of getting caught, or in his hotel room having intense sex while my son took complete control of me. I woke up the next morning washed full of guilt.

I had no idea what he had in mind for me today... but my pussy was already wet with anticipation and the thong I was wearing, no doubt temporarily, was already damp.

Alex asked as we ate, "You sure you guys can endure another day squeezed back there together?"

I admitted, "It was a little tight," which could be taken as I meant it, just a description of two people crammed together in a space barely adequate for one, or as the sexual innuendo Cory heard it as.

"True, but the longer we go, the looser it gets," he quipped, making me blush.

"I guess that's true," I laughed, trying to hide the blush.

"Well, yesterday we did make it over one-third of the way," Alex said, excited to end the trip and spend some quality one-on-one time with his wife, who had recently become inexplicably amorous.

Ten minutes later we were on the road, with me once again sitting on my son's lap, when he texted me:

C: Thigh highs again?

I responded back:

M: Easy access for your big dick.

He responded:

C: No regrets?

I texted back:

M: Not doing it with you sooner.

I felt like a high schooler again... waiting for my boyfriend to make his inevitable move.

A chill went up my spine as I felt his hands grasping my hips.

Another chill when he lifted me off his lap.

I glanced nervously at my husband, but fortunately he was focused on the road, which was slick with a downpouring of rain.

I felt Cory pulling my thong aside and slowly lowering me onto his fully erect cock.

Once I was sitting entirely down on his dick, he sent another text:

C: Let's just sit like this for a while.

I nodded.

And for the next hour I sat anchored on my son's cock. I wanted to ride on it, or grind on it, yet I just obediently sat on it. I tried to read a book, but that was useless as I couldn't absorb a single word. Instead, I just allowed the longest tease of my life to drive me wild.

When the noise of the heavy rain on our roof finally paused, Alex asked, "How you guys doing back there?"

"Just making the most of a tight spot," my son quipped.

"Yes, it seems even a bit tighter back here than it was yesterday," I added.

"Should we stop for a break?" Alex asked. "There's a truck stop in about fifteen minutes."

"No, we should try to keep at it until at least lunchtime," I replied, hoping to have an orgasm or two before then.

"I'm with Mom, I can last as long as necessary," Cory embellished.

I was worried he meant that he wasn't planning on fucking me during this long, dreary drive. I added, really addressing only my son, referring to blue balls, "Don't try and last too long, sweetheart. You'll go all numb."

"Oh, I have incredible stamina for a tight squeeze," Cory bragged.

"Okay, well let me know if either of you need a break," Alex said, just as the downpour started up again.

"Sounds good, honey," I agreed before adding, ever the nagging driver's wife that I usually was when I was in the front seat, "Focus on the road."

"Nothing else to do," he agreed. "What else would I focus on?"

If you only knew, I thought as I began slowly grinding on my son's cock.

I was dismayed when he grabbed my hips and held me in place.

I grabbed for my phone and texted him:

M: Why? Mommy needs it now!!!

He moved one hand away from my hip to show me his phone:

C: All good things CUM to those who wait... and obey!

I sighed. I was horny as hell and I wanted it now!

Yet instead, I just sat there like a firefighter with a hose available, but no water.

Another half hour passed, although it seemed like three, before Cory placed his hands back on my hips.

I thought to myself, About time.

I prepared for him to start fucking me, but I was surprised once again as I felt his finger beginning to probe my asshole.

He isn't seriously thinking of fucking my ass? I thought to myself. Although I hadn't had anal sex since college, Alex astounding me by refusing when I offered him my backdoor during the third day of our honeymoon in Niagara Falls. I did fuck myself in the ass on occasion when I was home alone... my favourite way of getting off being to double penetrate myself... usually fantasizing about being dp'd in real life... a fantasy that I'd never fulfilled.

I tried to relax and allow his finger in, having had my vibrating butt plug in there just last week, which was much bigger. Yet, without lube and at this angle it wasn't going to be nearly as pleasant.

His finger teased me for a couple more minutes but it didn't enter, before he lowered my pussy back onto his throbbing cock.

He then texted me, as my pussy was again full:

C: Put your phone on mute.

I did.

He texted me again, beginning a lengthy texting conversation:

C: Have you ever been fucked in the ass?

I pondered whether I should tell him the truth. I figured at this point there was no reason to be prudish or conservative with him.

I responded frankly:

M: Not since college.

M: Not with a real cock anyway!

C: Dad doesn't fuck your sweet ass?

M: Your father thinks it's disgusting.

C: I can't imagine how he'd think that: we have the same DNA, and I love it!

M: I'm beginning to wonder if you were switched at birth.

M: LOL.

C: So when was the last time you had something in that fine ass of yours?

M: Last week.

C: Details.

M: It was awesome!

C: Don't make me spank you.

M: Blush Is that supposed to be a threat?

Alex never spanked me either, another thing I'd really gotten off on back in college. What I really loved was sharp little slaps on my clit when I was getting close, another thing I did to myself when I was home alone and using my toys in my two holes.

C: Oh, Mom, if only I'd known all this earlier.

Wanting to text him nasty stuff... to keep him hard and horny, hopefully enough so he'd want me to start riding him, I asked him some blunt naughty questions.

M: Why, would you have bent me over the kitchen table and slammed this big sausage in my asshole?

M: Or put me over your knee and spanked my bare bottom for being such a bad Mommy-slut and not offering you my sweet cock sucking mouth, my burning hot cunt and my tight hot asshole for my son to deposit his sweet cum inside?

C: Holy shit, Mom. I would love to hear those words coming out of your mouth!

M: And I'd love that cock of yours slamming into my shit hole as you fucked me so hard I would shout to the entire world that my son was a dirty Mother fucker.

C: You got me Mommy-slut, I'm turning you loose. You may start riding me, but keep texting me.

The words I'd been dying to hear... or to read. I eagerly obeyed, moving my left hand to the top of my husband's seat while holding my phone in the other. I slowly began riding my son up and down, glancing out the left window to see that the rain was coming down even harder now. With this torrent pummeling noisily on the roof of the car, and the wiper blades going full speed in an attempt to give Alex enough visibility to drive safely, there was no way he would be paying any attention at all to what was happening directly behind him.

C: Nice and slow, Mom.

M: God, I just want you to bend me over and take control of me right here! I wish you would just bugger the hell out of me!

C: You're such a slut, Mom.

M: I'm your slut, baby.

C: Forever!!!

I read that word.

One simple word.

No question mark, just assertion.

I realized that this could be more than just a three-day backseat stand... it could be so much more.

M: You want to keep fucking Mommy more than just during this trip?

C: Mom, I own you now. I plan to have you come visit me often, so I can shoot so many loads of cum in you that you will get bloated from it.

M: No such thing as too much cum.

C: Is that a challenge?

M: A fact!

C: You have experience with this?

M: More fantasy than reality. But give me your best shot. Or shots.

C: So what is your fantasy?

I pondered this. I could probably list a dozen. I wanted to be with a woman. I wanted to be double penetrated by two cocks. I wanted to be the centerpiece of a gangbang or a train.

M: I have quite a few.

M: U?

C: Tell me.

I continued slowly riding my son, as I listed just some of my fantasies.

M: I would like to be with a woman.

M: I would like to be double penetrated.

M: I would like to be gangbanged.

M: I would like to go to a glory hole and suck cock after cock.

M: I would like to be triple-penetrated.

M: I would like to be with a she-male.

C: A she-male?

M: A cock and tits... the best of both worlds.

C: LOL.

My pussy was on fire as I listed my naughty fantasies to my son. I wanted to come... no, I needed to come.

M: Do you want to watch Mommy eat cunt?

M: Get double penetrated?

M: Gangbanged?

M: Fisted?

M: Have a cum bath?

C: Oh God, they're all so hot.

He grabbed my hips and began pumping furiously into my wanton cunt. Knowing he was close to coming, I decided to keep my texting nasty.

M: Do you want to fuck Mommy's ass?

M: Pound the living shit out of Mommy?

M: Ream her butt?

M: Cleanse her asshole with a full load of cum?

I felt his cum erupting inside me as my own orgasm approached.

But he then pulled me back down onto his cock and held me there, preventing my orgasm from erupting, or even progressing.

C: No coming for you yet, Mommy.

I was completely frustrated. I was so close and so desperate to come.

M: Please!!!

C: No! Mommy-pets only come when they get permission.

M: I'll do anything.

C: Anything???

M: Mommy is your complete obedient cum slut, baby.

C: Anything has a pretty wide scope.

M: Yes baby, it does.

C: You'd eat cunt for me?

M: YES!!!

C: You'd fuck me and a buddy simultaneously?

The idea of fucking him and his good friend Calvin popped into my head. Somehow years of fantasies, of reading online Literotica and watching porn was no longer enough for me. I wanted to live out all my slutty fantasies... Cameras or not, spectators or not, I wanted to star in my own porno scenes.

M: YES, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

C: What about coming to my frat house if I join one, and serving as a cum bucket for the entire fraternity?

M: OH MY GOD!!! With that thought in my head I might come just by sitting here.

M: Does my son want me to be gangbanged?

C: I'm asking the questions here. But yes, helping make your fantasies come true would be both a major turn-on for me, and gratifying for my Mommy as well.

I was so desperate to come... so desperate to impress him... so in love with him as both a son and a lover... I used a term that would forever after define our relationship.

M: I will obey whatever you order me to do, Master.

C: MASTER!!! I like that.

M: I mean it, Master. I will obey you without hesitation or limitations.

C: What about Dad? If I ordered it, would you scream 'Your son is reaming my asshole?'

Aye! The rub. I was so overwhelmed with lust that I had briefly forgotten I was not only married, but that my loving husband was a couple feet away. Guilt came rushing back in, which was ironic considering all I'd done yesterday and today.

M:???

M: I love your father.

M: And I love you.

C: I love him too.C: But this is real.

Real...

Was it?

It was raw.

It was intense.

It was taboo.

But... was I willing to end my marriage to be with my son?

Reality came crashing in like a large broken window in a thunderstorm.

As I pondered this question without knowing the answer, Alex spoke for the first time in a long time, "We're pulling over in three miles. I need to pee, we need gas and we should likely have some lunch."

With my orgasm suppressed by sudden guilt, I agreed, "I could pee and eat too."

Cory added, "Me three."

I remained impaled on my son's cock until Alex was pulling off the highway. I slowly raised myself off his cock and felt his cum and my wetness leaking out of me and down my leg.

As I smelled my unplugged sex, strong and undeniable, I was thankful for my husband's anosmia... his inability to perceive odor (which had been caused by meningitis as a teenager).

I moved my thong back over my leaking pussy and shifted over to sit on my son's right leg.

He texted me:

C: We will continue this conversation later.C: PS: I plan to plug that ass sometime today.

We didn't say anything, as we both contemplated the one flaw with this intense sex... my husband, his dad.

I love Alex. He's a good man. A caring husband and a great provider.

Yet he'd never been able to comprehend my sexual desires or attempt to fulfill them. For years I had accepted that mostly boring sex was just the way it was. Yesterday's raw carnal sex had awakened the sleeping slut in me, and I had no intention of allowing her to go back into slumber.

I decided to text back, willing to risk everything for more of that sexual intensity, my hungry cunt and ass overruling my moral code... or what was left of it.

M: You'd better. My asshole is tingling with anticipation for that big thick cock of yours.

C: Then you'd better find some lube. Because with or without it I'm reaming that asshole first chance I get.

As the car pulled into a rather large parking lot near a few restaurants, gas stations and more, I pondered whether we could inconspicuously slip away into a bathroom.

But where the hell would I get lube?

As soon as the car stopped, I got out. I looked around not for a bathroom, even though I had to pee, nor for a restaurant, even though I was hungry, but for a place that would sell anal lube... which seemed unlikely.

Alex said, "Let's eat first."

"No, let's go to the washroom first," I countered.

"Okay," he nodded. "Then let's meet at that family restaurant over there. I need to tank up on some real food."

"Sounds good," I nodded.

I headed to the bathroom and I was sitting on the stall peeing when I got a text.

C: I just googled anal lube alternatives and apparently coconut oil is one that works well.

I figured that would be slightly easier to find, but not very. I quipped back:

M: Shoot, I just used the last of it this morning to bake brownies.

C: I'm going on the prowl for coconut oil or other lube. I want my Mommy-slut to be happy.

M: Happy hunting!

M: Master!

I finished peeing and went to meet my husband.

He asked, "Where's Cory?"

"I thought he was with you," I lied.

"I should text him," he said.

"Oh, let him be. He's capable of fending for himself," I said. "We are about to drop him off all by himself at the college, after all."

"True enough," he nodded. "Plus, that will give us some alone time."

"I'm not sucking you off in any restaurant," I quipped, before adding, "although if you can find a discreet location, I wouldn't mind a quickie."

"You're suddenly insatiable," he mused, shaking his head.

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"That sounds like a great name for a porn movie," I joked, "Don't miss 'Suddenly Insatiable': sedate housewife unexpectedly breaks character to take on a football team." He chuckled at my impromptu plotline as he found us an open table.

We had lunch (sans blow job) and chatted about our upcoming two-week road trip to use up the time while we waited for the closing date on our new condo to arrive.

We were just finishing up when Cory texted me:

C: Circle C family bathroom now!

"Is it Cory?" Alex asked.

"Yes," I nodded and thought quickly. "He needs some money. Apparently he's eating somewhere that doesn't take credit cards."

"Ok, I can go and help him," Alex said.

"No, no," I objected, trying not to look too eager. "I'll go. You can pay the bill here, get some snacks for the drive... I want some licorice... and fuel up the vehicle."

"Yes, my drill sergeant," he joked, always teasing me about my planned itineraries.

"You'd better be ready to become a sexy full-time drill sergeant once we drop Cory off tomorrow," I quipped back, before I kissed him and walked away.

I texted:

M: On my way, Master.

C: Hurry up slut,C: Time for your butt!

I laughed at his terrible rhyme and tried one of my own as I spotted the Circle C a couple of buildings down.

M: You're no Eminem.

M: But you can have my back end.

C: Okay, that was better, LOLC: Now hurry up!!!

I walked double fast, almost running... knowing time was of the essence.

Reaching the bathroom, I found it locked. I knocked.

The door opened and I quickly slipped inside before it could close again.

"Bend over the sink," Cory ordered, taking control immediately.

"Yes, Master," I purred, turned on both by his strong persona and by what we'd just agreed we were about to do.

Once I was bent over, I saw lube in his hand. I asked, "You found some?"

"Believe it or not, yes," he nodded, as he tugged my thong down and poured some oil on his cock and between my ass cheeks.

A chill of adrenaline coursed through me: I was about to be ass fucked! I'd fantasized about it for years, tried to replicate it for years, yet nothing compares with the real thing.

I felt his cock rubbing up and down my ass cheeks and then felt it teasing my asshole.

I moaned, "Just slide it in, baby. Your cock was made for my ass."

He laughed, "Two days ago, who would have thought I would ever hear those words from you?"

"Yesterday morning, evennnnnn," I pointed out, as his cock broke through the sphincteral barrier that's supposed to ward off such violations from the outside world.

"So tight," he groaned, as his cock shoved itself sluggishly into me, slow like a turtle.

"So big," I groaned back, loving the way his cock was widening my asshole.

"Shit, I can't believe my clean-living Mom loves it in the ass," he said, clearly in as much awe of this moment as I was.

"I can't believe my righteous boy is so willingly sodomizing his mother in a public washroom," I quipped back.

He didn't respond, at least not verbally, but his hands grasped my hips a bit more tightly as he kept progressing deeper into my back door.

I, on the other hand, was talking endlessly, loving the opportunity to speak out after needing to be so cautiously silent in the vehicle, "Oh yes, baby, I want that entire cock of yours buried in Mommy's ass. Give it to your Mommy like the ass-slut she is! Baby that's painful, but it's so fucking good!"

"Almost there," he declared, as the never-ending slow penetration continued.

"I feel like you're impaling me," I whimpered, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through me. I'd always loved the pleasure-pain oxymoron. The right kind of pain often led to a more intense pleasure.

"All in," he announced a moment later.

A chill went up my spine at taking his entire cock in my ass. I asked naughtily, "Are you going to just hang out there and celebrate, or are you going to fuck Mommy's ass?"

"Beg for it, Mommy-slut," he demanded, not yet moving.

"Oh, baby, please fuck Mommy's asshole. It hasn't been fucked by a real cock in over twenty years!"

"Then it's time to make up for lost time," he declared, as he began to fuck me, but slowly.

"Oh yes baby, it feels so good," I moaned, the pleasure growing quickly to replace the pain.

"You love it in your ass, don't you?" he asked smugly, after a minute of slow fucking.

"I love your cock in any of my holes," I agreed.

"Information like that would have been good to know during my entire senior year," he joked.

"I never knew you were this well-hung," I quipped. "I stopped giving you baths when you were still little."

"I knew, though. So on my eighteenth birthday I should have just bent you over the kitchen table and fucked you senseless?" he speculated, as he started to go faster.

"Oh, if only you had a time machine to go back in time and do just that," I purred, the idea so fucking hot.

"We definitely need to make up for lost time," he promised.

"Then fuck me harder right now," I moaned, my long-denied orgasm building once again.

"I don't know if I want to," he teased, continuing his steady pace.

"Please Master," I whined, "Mommy needs her shit hole destroyed by your huge pile driver."

Suddenly he thrust hard, making me scream as he plumbed new depths inside me.

"You mean like that?" he asked, buried deep.

"I don't want this ever to end," I answered, before adding, "now do it again."

Then my phone rang.

"Shit, it's your father," I sighed.

"Interesting choice of words," he laughed as he gave me another deep, hard, thrust.

"Fuck, baby," I yelped, as I grabbed the phone.

"Answer it," he ordered.

"Try not to make me scream," I said.

"No promises," he tormented me, as he resumed fucking me.

"Hey, baby," I answered.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"In the bathroom," I answered.

"Almost done?" he asked.

"I may be a few minutes," I answered.

"Oh, okay. Did you find Cory?" he asked.

"He found me," I replied.

"Well, I'm ready whenever you are," he said.

"Okay, I'll be out soon," I moaned, "Cory's almost ready; we'll meet you at the car," as Cory started fucking me faster.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Upset stomach," I answered.

"Oh, okay," he said, clearly uncomfortable. "Take your time."

"Oh God!" I yelped, as Cory slammed into me again.

"I'd better let you go," Alex said.

"K," I whimpered, hanging up. "You brat."

"Slut."

"Mother fucker."

"Ass-taking cum slut."

"For you I am. Drill my ass," I demanded, the name-calling only enhancing my growing desire to cum.

He pounded me for a few more hard thrusts and then suddenly pulled out.

"Now what are you doing?" I whined, my orgasm nearing an apocalyptic explosion.

"I was just making sure your ass will be well gaped for me in the car," he explained, as he wrangled his erect cock away.

"You can't be serious?" I questioned, horny as hell.

"Oh yes, you're my Backseat Mommy and you need to live up to your role," he smiled, as he slapped my needy ass, hard.

"You fucking bastard," I snapped, as I stood up, and pulled up my thong as his phone rang.

"Hi, Dad," he greeted, pointing to his cock.

I glared at him, but obediently dropped to my knees and fished out his hard cock.

"Yeah, I'm just finishing up here," Cory said, as I took the cock that seconds earlier had been buried deep in my asshole, into my mouth.

"Yeah, I'm with Mom right now," he said. "She says she's feeling better and is just eating a hot dog."

My eyes went wide as I bobbed on his cock, the taste of my back door on his dick, tangy.

"I know, she has quite the appetite," Cory agreed, before adding, "I don't know how she takes it all in her tiny frame."

I could barely keep from laughing at the naughty innuendo he was telling his Dad, who would be completely oblivious to it.

"Okay, okay," he said, as he grabbed my head and began fucking my face. "I'll tell her to hurry up and swallow it all down. I'll give her something to wash it down with."

A few seconds later, I felt his cum slide down my throat.

I swallowed it all as he kept pumping his dick in my mouth. Once I'd extracted the entire load, he pulled out and said, "We should get back."

"That load was supposed to be for my ass," I pointed out, still on my knees.

"I didn't want my cum leaking out of your gaping ass and onto me," he said.

"Asshole," I quipped, as I stood up.

He smirked, "Ass, asshole, shithole, it's all the same."

"I still haven't come," I complained.

"Be a good, obedient Mommy-slut and I may let you come later," is all he said, as he swaggered out of the washroom.

I sighed and followed as I said, "I can't believe what you said to your father."

"What? I was serious. I am amazed at how you can take a whole sausage," he smirked.

Alex was leaning against the car.

"Ready?"

I nodded as I followed my son into the back seat. For the next hour nothing happened, which was both surprising and stressful. A lot of questions popped into my head:

Does he plan to fuck me again in the car?

Does he plan to fuck me in the ass in the car?

Will he finally let me have a fucking orgasm?

Why is he ignoring me?

In the end, my insecurities hit me as did my burning libido. I texted him:

M: Are you going to fuck me or what?

He didn't respond, instead asking his father, "Have you decided where you want to stay for the night?"

"Are you already sick of your mother sitting on your lap?" I asked, rubbing my ass on his cock.

"No," he said, "Just curious."

Alex said, "Well, if we push hard for three hours we'll hit Edestoon."

"That would be a great place to stop for the night," Cory approved.

"Think you two can last three more hours back there?" Alex asked.

"Oh, I think we'll be okay," I said, as I reached my hand beneath myself and around my son's hard cock.

"Yeah," Cory agreed, "I'm so used to this by now, it's like Mom is one of my appendages."

I couldn't help but laugh.

Alex did too. "I'm really sorry to put you two in such a tight place."

Cory quipped, as he moved his hand under me and felt up my ass, "Oh, I've been in tighter places."

My face burned at the naughty, blunt innuendo.

As his finger teased my ass, he texted me:

C: So you want me to fuck you in the ass right here, right now?

I didn't hesitate, my desire to come overriding anything else.

M: Yes, Master. Please fill my asshole with that big dick of yours.

C: Think you can sit down on it entirely?

M: Yes, or die trying!!!

C: Slut!

M: Mother fucker!

C: Incestuous criminal.

M: You're my partner in crime.

He grabbed the lube and handed it to me. He wanted me to lube his cock and my ass. Somehow his demanding this service of me only made it hotter and nastier.

I fished out his cock. It was already (or still?) hard.

I poured a generous puddle of lube in my hand and stroked his glorious cock slowly, loving the feeling of his hard meat in my hand. I then leaned forward, leaning against the front seat, which caused my husband to turn to look at me.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Just changing positions," I answered truthfully, as I simultaneously used my left hand (which he couldn't see from where he sat) to rub the coconut oil all around my rosebud. And most people thought coconut oil was only good for baking!

"We can stop for a break whenever you want," he said.

"No, no," I objected, as I slid a finger slightly inside my ass. "It's such a miserable day. We may as well just keep chugging along and get there as soon as we can."

"Yeah, it's still raining cats and dogs," he nodded.

"Well, you just focus on the road," I suggested, as I positioned my son's cock straight up and slowly lowered my pucker onto it. "And we'll just keep ourselves entertained back here," I added, presenting my own naughty innuendo for Cory's and my entertainment.

"Will do," he nodded, as I began sitting down directly onto my son's flagpole.

Cory's cockhead was at my eager back door, and I ever so slowly sodomized myself on his majestic, magic cock.

Our earlier ass fucking in the bathroom, added to an additional helping of the lube, made his dick slide inside me rather easily, and with only a mild discomfort. That said, the discomfort was countered by the euphoria of having a dick back inside me and the risky thrill of sodomizing myself with my husband less than two feet away.

I was about two thirds down, taking my time as I prepared myself for how deep he would soon be inside me when Alex swerved and I lost my balance, collapsing entirely onto Cory's cock.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed, as I suddenly felt myself fully impaled on my son's sword, experiencing a sudden intense pain as his cock reached impossible depths.

"You okay?" Alex asked, slowing down.

"Yes," I said, trying to compose myself. "I just got banged up on that swerve."

Cory quipped, "Yeah Mom, you slammed into me good."

"Sorry," Alex apologized, "there was a sudden deer on the side of the road."

"It's okay," I said, my words having different meanings to each man. "I just need some time to recover."

"Okay," Alex said.

As I sat on my son's cock, I tried to get used to the simmering pain that was now coursing through me from the sudden impaling.

Cory texted:

C: Just relax. We're in it for the long haul.

M: Okay! Your cock pretty much impaled me.

C: It would be a great way to die!

M: If I die before I come it will be the worst way to die.

C: LOL!!!C: I am preparing a BIG surprise for you tonight!!!

M: What???

C: It's a surprise!!!

M: I hate surprises!

C: I think you enjoyed the last two days of surprises.

M: But I didn't know in advance I had surprises coming.

C: With me you'll always have surprises coming. Now sit still on my cock and be a good Mommy-pet!!!

M: Yes, Master!

And I obeyed. I just sat there with my son's big cock lodged deep in my asshole. As the miles rolled by, the pain eventually faded away and I wanted to start bouncing on his pogo stick.

Yet I just sat there.

Awaiting orders.

Alex asked, "A truck stop in five miles. Do you guys want to stop?"

"No!" I said, a little bit too emphatically.

"Okay, okay," Alex laughed, "I just thought you might need to stretch."

"I'm all stretched now," I replied, and then realized that would make no sense to Alex.

"Okay," he said.

C: You nasty slut! You really do want a good fucking, don't you!!!

M: I want you to ream my asshole until I come and you erupt a load in it.

C: Right here?C: Right now?

I knew I should wait until we were alone... maybe we could meet again tonight. Yet I needed it now. This long-withheld orgasm was begging for release.

M: I'm your slut!

C: That may be true... but that doesn't answer the question.

M: Yes, I want you to fuck my ass right here, right now!!!

M: Ream my ass until you deposit your seed deep in my rectum.

M: Please, Master!

Suddenly he bucked up, his cock reaching new depths inside me.

"Oh, God!" I gasped, a fresh helping of pleasure and pain coursing through me.

"What?" Alex asked.

"I just saw a dead dog on the side of the road," I lied as my head spun.

"I didn't see anything," Alex said, looking in his mirror.

"It's so sad," I said, as I began slowly riding my son's cock.

"It was there," Cory lied for me. "I saw it too."

"Okay," Alex gave in. "Then I'd better focus on this road."

"Please do," I said, before biting my lips to keep my moans from escaping. I can't explain it, as I'm sure I'm in the minority in this, but I feel greater pleasure and have bigger orgasms from anal sex... although for the past twenty plus years it had only been with sex toys. The pleasure of a real cock in my butt was incredibly stimulating, and it heralded a soon-to-come utopian euphoria.

For a few minutes I slowly rode this cock, getting used to my son's huge cock in me... again the pain fading away as my pleasure built.

Then, wanting to get really fucked, I began riding him faster. I wanted to bounce up and down on his cock, take it as deep as possible inside my asshole, but that would make too much noise and maybe even start bouncing the car around on its springs, which would affect Alex's driving and give us away, so I focused on just going faster.

Yet I couldn't get any rhythm going, and I was getting frustrated.

Cory seemed not to notice my frustration as he texted:

C: Lean forward and to the side so I can really plow your back door.

I obeyed, leaning way forward and to the right side so my head was positioned between the two front seats.

Cory repositioned himself, leaning to the right as well, and slid his cock back into me. I bit my lip so I wouldn't moan, even though I couldn't completely stifle a soft whimper. Fortunately for me, the loud rain was still pelting down.

I moved my hands to the sides of the front passenger seats for leverage, and just braced myself while I allowed my son to fuck my ass. He fucked me fast, but he managed not to slam into me and make sounds that would get us caught. Although I was enjoying the fucking, I wanted it rougher, harder and deeper.

Alex asked, looking over at my awkward placement, "Is that even comfortable?"

I was speaking more to Cory as I answered, "It's not perfect, but it's the best I can manage for the moment."

"I'm going to pull over at the next truck stop. I really need to pee," Alex decided.

"Okay," I nodded, concerned I would once again be denied my long-awaited orgasm.

Cory kept fucking me, although not hard enough to get me off, and in the precarious position I was in, I needed both arms to hold myself up, so I couldn't get a hand to my fevered twat.

"Here's a truck stop," Alex announced a couple minutes later.

Frustrated, I leaned way back and sat down entirely on Cory's dick.

I lifted my ass up a bit, trying to signal Cory to fuck himself up into me.

He caught on and resumed fucking me even as we were slowing down. My hands now free, I was frantically rubbing myself, my orgasm imminent and yet refusing to erupt.

Cory kept ass fucking me even as my husband came to a stop, causing me to fall back onto my son's sword.

"I gotta pee," Alex blurted out, dashing from the car.

"Pound my shithole," I demanded, the moment Alex was out of sight and hearing.

"Ride me, slut," Cory ordered.

And I began bouncing. Hard and fast. Finally able to really get fucked. I rode his cock furiously, no longer worried about getting caught, only focused on coming.

"Come for me, my nasty ass slut," Cory demanded, "Come right now, like the dirty cum slut you are."

"Oh God, yes," I moaned loudly, my orgasm finally about to break through its invisible barrier.

"I'm about to come in your shit hole," Cory groaned.

"Oh yes, come in Mommy's dirty asshole," I moaned, bouncing recklessly on his cock.

"Aaaah," he groaned a couple bounces later. As soon as I felt his load explode inside me, my own cum exploded out of me.

"YOU MOTHER FUCKER," I screamed, as my bubble burst and intense pleasure cascaded through me and flooded out of me.

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"Yes, come my dirty ass-slut," he groaned, as his torrent of cum continued to fill my ass.

Even though I was still coming, I knew our time was short so I opened the door, almost fell out of the car and quickly pulled my thong up as I felt my son's cum leaking out of my ass and my own cunt cum joining it to trickle down my legs.

Looking up, I saw a couple of teen boys and an older woman staring at me. There was no way they couldn't see I was struggling to recover from the sex I'd been having just moments before. They'd probably even seen the car rocking and heard what I screamed.

Mortified by the boys' leers and the woman's judgemental glare, I scuttled directly to the bathroom, so distracted I actually walked right into my husband.

"You okay?" he asked. "You look all flustered."

"I really need to pee," I answered, charging past him and into the ladies'.

I went directly into a stall, pulled down my soaked panties and did indeed urinate with great force. I also forced some of my son's cum out of my gaping ass.

I couldn't believe I had fucked my son in the car... again... still unable to resist the temptation. It was like his cock was the forbidden fruit and I was unable not to gobble it down every chance I got.

As I cleaned my two lower orifices, Cory texted me:

C: That was amazing!

M: I can't believe we just did that!

M: I think at least three people knew I'd just been fucking. They even watched me pulling my thong up!

C: Are you ready for more?

M: You can't be serious???

C: Oh, I need a rest too. But click on this link. Tonight we will make another of your fantasies come true.

I clicked on the link and gasped.

It was a Craigslist ad.

Horny submissive MILF slut looking to be DP'd.

Submissive three hole cum slut wants to make her double penetration fantasy come true.

Her young Master is looking for one or two men with big cocks who are willing to DP her or even make her AIR TIGHT.

Please send face and cock pictures, as we are selective and want to make this special for our horny slut. This is a one-night-only offer. The bigger you are, the more likely we'll be to respond.

Please be serious, as this cum slut wants to make a decades'-long fantasy a reality... TONIGHT!!!

This event will take place at Edestoon hotel and not begin until after 11 o'clock.

I read and re-read it a dozen times.

I couldn't believe Cory would do this.

I also couldn't believe the rush that went up my spine at the possibility of being double penetrated and just used by some strangers like a cheap slut.

As I finally stood up, unsure how to deal with this new situation, He sent me another text.

C: I got a dozen responses so far.C; Would you like to try a black cock?C: Ten inches!C: And thick!

Oh my God!!! This way I could realize two fantasies at once. I had always wanted to fuck a black man. I often read race play stories online, and my favourite filmed porn was interracial.

C: Here is his picture!!!

I clicked on it and my mouth watered.

Fuck!

Suddenly fucking my son seemed less like cheating... I know, absurd but true.

This black stranger with a ten-incher would definitely be cheating.

As I contemplated the big black cock, I washed up and examined myself in the mirror.

What was I becoming?

And why couldn't I resist being such a slut?

Yet, even though I knew I shouldn't... I texted my son:

M: BOOK HIM!!!

The End... for now.

Coming next: Backseat Mommy: Gloryhole Slut

Backseat Mommy: Gloryhole Slut - Incest/Taboo

Son takes his sexy submissive mom to a gloryhole.

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Summary: Son takes his sexy submissive mom to a gloryhole.

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This is part three of the Backseat Mommy series.

In part one, Backseat Mommy: A Long Hard Ride, circumstances dictate that Sarah, a mom, must sit on her college-age son's lap for a long drive. As the day progresses she is unable to resist the temptation of riding her son's insistent cock.

In part two, Backseat Mommy: Ass Fucked, Sarah now craves her son's cock and is at his mercy. After willingly taking it in the ass in a truck stop bathroom, she eagerly finishes the job in the backseat of the car as her husband drives through the pouring rain.

Note 1: Thanks to Robert, goamz86, David and Wayne for editing.

If Cory is texting it will begin with a C: and be underlined.

If it is from the mom, it will begin with an M: and be in bold.

Note 2: This story and the entire series was updated in October 2018 with a new edit by Tex Beethoven.

A reminder of how the last story ended: After getting ass fucked in the car, Sarah was in a roadside bathroom cleaning up when her son texted her to check out a link. It was a Craigslist ad:

Horny submissive MILF slut looking to be DP'd.

Submissive three hole cum slut wants to make her double penetration fantasy come true.

Her young Master is looking for one or two men with big cocks who are willing to DP her or even make her AIRTIGHT.

Please send face and cock pictures as we are selective and want to make this special for our horny slut. This is a one-night-only offer. The bigger you are, the more likely we'll be to respond.

Please be serious as this cum slut wants to make a decades'-long fantasy a reality... TONIGHT!!

This will take place at an Edestoon hotel and not begin until after 11 o'clock.

I read and re-read it a dozen times.

I couldn't believe Cory would do this.

I also couldn't believe the rush that went up my spine at the possibility of being double penetrated and just used by some strangers like a cheap slut.

As I finally stood up, unsure how to deal with this new situation, he sent me another text.

C: I got a dozen responses so far.C: Would you like to try a black cock?C: Ten inches!C: And thick!

Oh my God!! This way I could realize two fantasies at once. I had always wanted to fuck a black man. I often read race play stories online and my favourite filmed porn was interracial.

C: Here is his picture!!

I clicked on it and my mouth watered.

Fuck!

Suddenly fucking my son seemed less like cheating... I know, it's absurd, but it's how I felt.

This black stranger with a ten-incher would definitely be cheating.

As I contemplated doing this big black cock, I went to wash up and examined myself in the mirror.

What was I becoming?

And why couldn't I resist being such a slut?

Yet even though I knew I shouldn't... I texted my son:

M: BOOK HIM!!

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...

...

NOW... Backseat Mommy: Gloryhole Slut

As soon as I'd sent the text, I regretted doing it.

As a wife I knew this was so wrong. I loved my husband. Yet he didn't understand my sexual needs... never had... and I had spent two decades stifling my true sexual self, never truly satisfied.

I began to wonder if love was enough. Was I really willing to spend the rest of my life faking orgasms and being completely dissatisfied with my sex life?

Yesterday my son Cory had awakened a sleeping giant inside me and there was no way she was returning to slumber. These thoughts, as my body calmed down from my recent sex, had me seriously reflecting on the remainder of my life. A life that had been long planned and laid out in front of me... one that prior to yesterday I'd been completely content with... excited even.

But now... now such an insipid existence wasn't good enough. It really had become that black and white.

I knew that this passionate, raw sex I'd been enjoying for the last couple of days, and I had to admit Cory had been satisfying a deep need inside me, even when he'd been driving me crazy by endlessly denying me an orgasm, that all of it... the excitement, the exhilaration, even the frustration... I knew this kind of sex was not only what I wanted, but what I needed. And it wasn't only about the sex. The way my son was forcing me to surrender to him mind, body and soul, was fulfilling a deep-seated need in me I'd always known about, but had never comprehended how powerful it was.

I needed to fulfill the many fantasies... sexual and otherwise... I'd always had but only now saw the possibility of achieving. Yet I needed to be honest with my husband. He deserved better than having his wife sneak out to submit herself as a cheap slut for strangers... of course he also deserved better than a wife who was furtively committing incest right behind him in the car.

Yet you only live once... and I seemed to be packing all my wild, fulfilling sexually submissive explorations into a chance-of-a-lifetime three-day road trip. I refused to deny myself this powerful experience. Therefore, any revelations and subsequent discussions with my husband would have to wait until we were alone. Until after we'd dropped Cory off at his college.

Afterwards I would have years to regret what I had done.

Or years to regret what I had refused to allow myself to do.

I knew it was regret for the things you hadn't done, the experiences you'd denied yourself, that always came back to haunt you... such as in that powerful movie The Notebook.

So, even though I knew what I was doing was wrong, knew it could even end my marriage, I decided in the end not to rescind my slutty decision, not to text my son and tell him to call off this booty call with some black stranger sporting a ten-incher. I decided to ponder my immediate future a bit longer. Would I go through with an orgy? I didn't know. Today's long-denied orgasm finally achieved and it having delivered all the release I'd been desperate for, suddenly I wasn't so excited about achieving the next one in an orgy, even if said orgy was to be orchestrated by my imaginative and masterful son Cory. On the other hand, I also wasn't appalled at the idea. To put it succinctly, I didn't know a damn thing about what I did or didn't want. My mind was as big a mess as my well-used body.

Confused and indecisive, I went and grabbed a nice cold coke, suddenly realizing how parched I had become.

I unexpectedly felt a pair of arms wrapping themselves around me from behind, so I whispered all flirtatiously, assuming it was Cory, "You just can't get enough of me, can you?"

Thankfully, I hadn't said Cory's name or anything else to give me away as my husband replied, "No, I never can."

"Such a horny man," I purred, hiding my surprise as I turned around, wishing he would have shown me this much interest in the past.

"It's your radiant beauty that does it," he answered, sweet as always. He had always been a romantic man, a thoughtful man, even a considerate man most of the time... he just had never been an I'm-gonna-fuck-you-like-a-complete-slut type of man.

His loving words made me feel bad for him again, yet not bad enough to stop doing what I was doing. Deciding to test him, to give him an opportunity I hadn't given him in years, I asked, "Are you horny enough to take me into the bathroom here, bend me over the sink and just fuck me with no foreplay or sweet words? Just ram it in with no thought for my comfort?"

His face went beet red as he stammered, "Um, I, well..."

I interrupted him as I added, "In the ass?"

"Sarah!" he gasped, completely turned off at the idea.

"With Cory gone now and turning us into empty-nesters without a live-in chaperone, I'm expecting you to fulfill some of the manly duties you haven't been fulfilling," I continued, figuring maybe this unplanned episode of taboo sex with my son could perhaps rekindle my sex life with my husband, maybe save a marriage I wasn't sure could be saved.

"Sarah, I, um, what's gotten into you?" he asked, whispering so others nearby wouldn't hear.

"Not enough of your cock," I smiled back, squeezing his cock firmly and finally giving him a meaningful answer to this recurring question. His cock was hard. Promising. "Especially in my tight, neglected butt," I completed my thought.

Sensing his confusion, his helpless floundering for what to say, his clear lack of any ability to give me the answer I was looking for, I just walked away from him before he had the chance to say something we'd both regret, and went to pay for my pop and a bag of chips.

I turned around and saw Alex was still staring at me in shock. My assessment was correct: he was incapable of ever giving me what I needed. He didn't even need to say it.

I purchased my items and changed the subject with, "Shall we go?"

He nodded, still attempting to regain his composure, I could tell I'd really shaken him, "Yeah, yeah, I guess we'd better, sweetheart."

See what I mean? He could be conciliatory, but he couldn't ever take charge of me like his son could.

Back in the car, we drove the next couple of hours without any sex. Cory and I both fell asleep with his arms wrapped around my waist, exhausted from our marathon ass-fucking. When I woke up I noticed Cory was on his phone and wondered if there had been any more responses. I hadn't ever told him I might consider his plans for tonight to be a bad idea, so as far as he knew I was 100% onboard with no hesitations whatsoever.

I texted him:

M: Any more responses?

C: Over a hundred.

Trying to be playful, I made a joke.

M: Wow, that would be quite the gangbang!!

C: Is that what you want???

Oh shit! I was just kidding. But what did I really want? Upon reflection I knew for certain I wanted to be double penetrated at some point. I was also curious what airtight meant, I would have to ask him. I also was intrigued by the picture of the black cock he'd sent me. Yet a gangbang was an entirely different thing... or was it? Funny, now that I'd had a little time to recover from my latest super-charged orgasm, I was again leaning toward getting dp'd or more by some total strangers, and why not tonight? I really was becoming a slut. I was even revelling in it. Years of domesticated housewifery had mellowed me, but now I was rediscovering my true sexuality.

M: I probably wouldn't refuse such a thing. What do you want me to do, Master?

C: It's your night, Mom. I'm not deciding this time. What do you want?

There it was. Completely in my hands. I contemplated this for a few minutes. If I was going to continue cheating, I may as well go all in.

I hadn't yet answered when Cory added:

C: Want to read the responses?

He handed me his phone and I couldn't believe how many were there.

I clicked on the newest one:

19-year-old college student. Eight-inch cock. Would love to fuck that ass of yours.

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."

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"Sure, Dad," Cory nodded, taking the keys.

Once he was gone I suggested, putting my hand on my husband's crotch, trying to use my son's reawakening of my sexuality to improve, maybe even save, my marriage, "So about the hot tub?"

"I could use a soak."

"I could use a cock in me," I whispered back, rubbing his dick.

"Honey," he groaned.

"Let's go," I said.

"Okay," he agreed.

I led him to our hotel room and immediately dropped to my knees, pulled down his pants and took his cock in my mouth.

He groaned, "I thought we were going to the hot tub."

I sucked him for a few seconds before standing up and smiling, "We are. I was just prepping you."

"I'm not complaining," he wondered as he got undressed, "but I have to ask, what's with all the sudden, um..."

"Backseat claustrophobia seems to really get me horny," I answered the incomplete question.

He laughed. "Well, I should make you sit back there every day."

"Why? Are you trying to turn me into a sex maniac?" I joked, knowing I already was one.

"There are worse things to be," he shrugged, putting his trunks on.

"Touché," I laughed.

We went down to the pool and I was disappointed to see lots of people there... way too many to get away with any hot tub sex.

Nevertheless, I whispered sultrily, "Think we can fuck here?"

"Not without lots of witnesses," he said.

"If it weren't for the kids around, I would so straddle you in the hot tub anyway," I teased, before swaying sexily away from him and stepping into the hot tub.

We had a twenty-minute soak, chatting with another couple about great places to visit, before heading back to the hotel room.

Once we were inside, I pushed Alex onto the bed and said, "It's no hot tub, but it'll do."

"What about Cory?"

"I'll text him and make sure he's still busy."

I texted him:

M: Where are you?

He texted back:

C: Buying you something special for tomorrow's ride.

I texted him back:

M: You bad Mommy-fucker! How long until you come back?

C: Fifteen minutes. Don't you dare fuck Dad!! Tonight you're my slut!!

Those assertive words turned me on... again making me wish Alex could be that dominant and aggressive.

I responded, even though I wasn't sure how he planned to fuck me with us sharing a single room:

M: Yes, Master!

I sighed, "Sorry, honey, Cory is already on his way back."

"Shit," he sighed.

I shrugged, thinking Cory hadn't said anything about oral, "But he said fifteen minutes. That's probably enough time to give you an old-fashioned blow job."

"You sure?" he asked.

"I want my dessert," I shrugged, tugging his trunks down and taking his cock back in my mouth.

"Oh God," he groaned, as I bobbed hungrily.

As I expected he didn't last long, not even two minutes, before he warned me, "I'm going to come."

I kept bobbing, swallowing it all, before I sat up and grinned, "Yummy."

"For your tummy," he joked, completing a saying we'd used on Cory when he was a child.

I rubbed my tummy and laughed, "Indeed. Yummy cummy!"

I showered and came out to find Alex and Cory chatting while they watched some sports highlights.

I announced, "Your turn, Alex."

"I think I'll have a bath," he replied.

"Sure," I nodded.

Once Alex was gone and I heard the water running, I asked, "Soooooooo, what did you get me?"

"That is a surprise for tomorrow," Cory said with a smile.

"You know I hate surprises."

"You seem to have enjoyed all my surprises so far," he shrugged, walking over to me.

"True enough," I nodded.

"Bend over," he ordered.

"You want to fuck me with your father in the next room?" I asked, although I was wearing nothing but a robe, so we could be quick about it.

"A better question is, do you want me to fuck you with my father in the next room?" he turned it around, cupping my tits over my robe.

"You're so bad," I moaned, completely at his whim. "You know I do."

Using a wall for balance, I bent over.

Cory stepped up behind me and slid his cock in me. He fucked me rapidly for maybe fifteen seconds before we heard the bathroom door opening.

Cory nonchalantly stepped away from me just in time and turned away to tuck his cock away as Alex came out and said, oblivious to what he was interrupting, "I forgot my razor and shaving cream."

I said, my heart racing from almost getting caught, "It's in your suitcase."

He was approaching the suitcase when Cory announced, "I'm going to take Mom for a drive."

"Oh, where?" Alex asked, as he rummaged through the suitcase.

I walked over to Alex and accused teasingly as I picked up the travel bag he couldn't find, "You really do have man eyes."

He shrugged, "I don't know how I didn't see that."

"You are rather oblivious," I said, taking a shot at him.

"That's why I have you to point things out to me," he shrugged before returning to the bathroom.

As soon as the door was closed, Cory stepped back up to me, bent me over the bed and slid his cock back in my pussy.

I moaned, "This is so dangerous."

"More so than fucking you in the backseat?" he asked.

"Touché," I laughed, as he fucked me.

"Plus, the chance of getting caught is quite a rush, isn't it?" he added.

"A little," I moaned, not admitting how big a rush it was.

"Oh, you love it," he insisted as he continued fucking me... somehow knowing me so much better than my husband of over twenty years.

"Risk or not, I love having you inside me," I moaned, as we heard the bathwater shut off and the splashing sounds of Alex climbing in.

"You'd better be making visits to my dorm," he told me.

"Who would you introduce me as?"

"My slut," he said. Before adding another thought, "Or better yet, my MILF girlfriend."

"Not your mother?" I asked, my orgasm rising.

He laughed, "That may be a little TMI for most people."

"Good call," I agreed.

He suddenly pulled out and said, "Go get dressed. I have another surprise for you tonight."

I sighed, hating when my orgasm was denied, "You'd better finish what you started, young man." I was also curious whether he'd somehow found a way to make my gangbang happen. Horny as I was, I knew I wouldn't resist for a moment if he managed to put me in that situation.

"Oh, I definitely plan on doing that," he smiled, "just not quite yet," as he slapped my ass and added, "Now hurry up, slut."

"Fuck, do I love when you call me names," I said, getting up, squeezing his cock and then grabbing something to wear.

I went into the bathroom to change.

Alex was still lounging in the tub when I walked in, shrugged off my robe and began to put on a sundress.

Alex asked, "A little cool out there for a light dress, isn't it?"

"Maybe," I shrugged, before adding, "but I'm feeling a little bloated, so I don't want to wear jeans."

"Too much 'yummy cummy' in your tummy?" Alex joked.

I laughed at his cutesy question, "Maybe."

"No panties?" he asked.

"My naughty secret, just for you," I shrugged.

"You're so bad," he said.

"Just the way you like it," I winked, as I leaned down and kissed him before waltzing back out.

As soon as I was back in the room, Cory handed me a pair of thigh highs. "You can put these on in the car."

"Yes, Master," I saluted, curious where he was taking me. He hadn't said a word about that, either to Alex or me.

I followed him outside and was surprised to see how dark it had gotten by just after nine. As Alex had mentioned, it had also cooled down substantially.

I asked as we got to the car, "Where are we going?"

"Not far," he said, leaving it at that.

I got in the backseat where there would be more room for me to don my stockings, and Cory took the driver's seat. As he drove, I put on the thigh highs and saw a black bag on the floor. I reached down towards it and asked, "What's in the bag?"

"Don't you dare touch that," he ordered. "That's tomorrow's surprise."

"Fine," I sighed. I then repeated, "Where are we going?"

"To make another one of your fantasies into a reality," he answered.

"You got the gangbang to happen?" I asked, my pussy leaking at the exciting thought.

"Not exactly," he said, before adding, "I think there only being a single hotel room was a sign the gangbang was a mistake."

"How so?" I asked.

"The more I thought about it, the more I wasn't sure I wanted to share your sweet pussy and tight ass with any other guys; I don't even like the idea of Dad fucking you."

"He almost never does," I sighed.

"Good," he said, sounding jealous. "But I did find a way to make another of your fantasies turn into a reality."

"And which one is that?" I asked, as he pulled into a strip mall on the edge of town. My eyes widened in anticipation when I saw it contained an adult store. Maybe with some horny men inside?

"You'll see," he said mysteriously as he parked.

Once we were out of the car he took my hand, which sent a romantic chill up my spine, and led me into the adult store.

I could see quickly that sex toys had advanced immensely in recent years as he led me through row after row of toys and then down a narrow hallway. As soon as we entered a room at the end, I could tell what he had in mind.

I was in a glory hole!

My pussy tingled with anticipation!

I asked, "So you don't want strangers fucking Mommy's cunt, or pounding Mommy's asshole, but you're okay with strangers filling Mommy's mouth?"

"For some reason yes," he nodded. "I am."

I said, "I doubt we'll have much time before your father calls to find out where we are."

"Then let's not waste any." He reached for me, raised my dress over my head to leave me totally naked except for my thigh highs and shoes (I hadn't worn a bra, either) and informed me, "It's time to taste you directly from the source. I haven't had that pleasure since last night."

"Mmmmmm," I purred, "you want to taste your Mommy?"

"I've been craving your authentic home cooking all day," he answered, as he sat me down on a cheap stackable chair covered in cracked plastic, and then knelt down and began to lick me. At the first touch of his tongue we could have been in a palace for all I cared about the surroundings.

"Dine away," I invited him, as I watched him bury his face deeper between my legs.

He licked me for only a moment before I began moaning, as he reignited the orgasm he'd left smouldering in the hotel room. "That's it baby, lick Mommy's cunt."

"Oh God," a voice groaned from nowhere. "Are you two really Mom and son?"

I nervously looked around and noticed that there wasn't one, but two glory holes, each on opposite walls.

I asked the voice, "Hello, young man. Do you want to fuck your Mommy too?"

"Oh shit," the stunned young voice said as I saw a wide-open eye staring unbelievingly at my naked body. (I knew he wouldn't be allowed in the store if he were younger than legal age; we were just roleplaying.)

"Show me your cock, stud," I ordered.

The staring eye disappeared and a small cock popped into view.

I moaned, "Is your cock hard because you're thinking of fucking your own Mommy?"

"God, yes," he purred.

Cory finally rose to the occasion, rising from between my legs, "Go ahead, Mom. Suck his dick."

"Yes, son," I said, playing to our audience of one. "I always obey my son like a good Mommy-slut should."

Somehow talking so nastily, especially in front of a witness, enhanced my excitement as I strolled over to the small cock, bent over, leaving my pussy and ass available for my son should he wish to indulge, and took the small, but very hard, prick in my mouth.

"Oooooooh," the guy groaned.

I bobbed quickly on his cock, easily able to deep throat his not quite five-inch tool.

I liked the thrill of the glory hole, but I hoped to experience some cocks bigger than this one.

"Pussy or ass, Mom?" Cory asked suddenly, his hands on my bare hips.

I took the anonymous cock out long enough to answer, "My holes are all yours son, fuck your mother anyway you'd like."

"You're not really mom and son, are you?" the small-dicked guy asked.

"He came out of my cunt eighteen years ago and now he likes going back in there every chance he gets," I answered bluntly, "he'd live in there full-time if life didn't get in the way," as Cory's cock filled my fevered pussy.

"Fuck is that hot," the guy groaned, as I took his cock back in my mouth, confident he would shoot his load very soon.

And soon he did, spewing his cum into my mouth and down my throat. I bobbed until his entire load was deposited in me and then said, "Thanks, son. Such a good boy."

"Thank you, ma'am," he replied weakly.

Cory kept fucking me for a bit until he mentioned, "There's a cock in the other hole if you're still hungry."

"I'm famished for cock," I answered, as I looked behind me to see a massive black cock inhabiting the hole. I added, "And I've never had a chocolate one."

"I figured you'd like to have your sweet tooth satisfied," he said, as he lifted me upright, his cock somehow staying lodged deep in my pussy as we lock-stepped across the room and arrived next to the long, thick, black cock.

I took my new acquaintance in my hand and gasped, "It's so big."

"Suck it, white bitch," the black man's voice ordered abruptly.

I didn't need to be told twice, as I opened my mouth and obeyed some unknown black stranger with a huge cock.

"Oh yeah, worship my cock," he groaned, before adding, "all you white bitches love it."

I moaned on his cock in agreement, wondering what something this long and thick would feel like in my pussy, or even in my ass.

Cory, unfazed by knowing his was no longer the biggest cock ever inside me, resumed fucking me as he ordered, "Suck that cock, Mom. This guy is two fantasies at once."

I moaned again as both my glory hole fantasy and my black cock fantasy were being realized. Indeed, I was stoning two birds with one cock.

I bobbed slowly, focusing on trying to take more of what appeared to be this nine-inch cock in my mouth, not sure I was capable of devouring it all, but definitely willing to try.

After a couple minutes of sucking and being fucked, the black man asked, as his cock slid out of my mouth and away from the hole, "Do you want all of my cock, slut?"

"God, yes," I answered in hunger.

"Then put your mouth around the hole; I'm going to fuck that pretty white mouth of yours," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," I obeyed.

"And no fucking gagging," he ordered, as his cock pumped back into me. I wasn't sucking this time, I wasn't pleasuring or licking, I was just there. I was no more than a vessel for his pleasure. I closed my eyes and focused on not gagging as his mammoth snake impersonally fucked my face.

I felt so slutty, which only added to the euphoria building in me.

I wasn't surprised when Cory pulled out of my pussy and plunged his cock deep in my ass. It didn't hurt nearly as much this time, and almost immediately the pleasure was growing to replace the small amount of pain. Soon I was being completely filled, joyously, with cocks in both my mouth and ass. The feeling of complete submission, of being no more than a complete whore for two cocks, was exhilarating! I knew that there was no way I could ever go back to the hum-drum existence of my so-called sex life before this road trip.

The double deep fucking in my mouth and ass lasted for a couple of minutes, my orgasm brimming but not erupting with the switch from cunt to ass, before the anonymous black man spoke up again as he pulled out, "I'm really close, slut. So now you can jerk me off. I want you to take my entire load all over that white face of yours."

I obeyed without even room in my brain for a 'yes sir' as all my attention was focused on furiously stroking his cock and waiting for his hot load of cum to erupt and coat my face. A facial was almost the ultimate slutty act, following of course incest and taking it in my shit hole.

Cory kept reaming my back door as I pumped the black cock, noticing my white hand contrasted so dramatically with with his black cock. I also noted my wedding ring, a symbol that now didn't mean so much.

For a brief moment guilt washed over me. That guilt was quickly erased however as the guy grunted, "Here it comes, slut."

Instantly his cum shot out of his dark cannon and splattered all over my face. I closed my mouth on this occasion, wanting to get a complete facial to show to my Master. The virile guy shot rope after rope after rope of cum and I felt it coating my hair, forehead, nose, eyes, cheeks, lips and chin.

"Oh, yeah, take it all," he groaned as if I had a choice.

Once I felt no more cum hitting me, I opened my mouth and took his cock back in my mouth, wanting to retrieve every drop of his cum.

He groaned again. "Shit, are you one insatiable white cum slut!"

I moaned on his cock as I lavishly sucked all I could out of it, even as my son continued pounding my asshole.

When the black man pulled out, he ordered, "I'd better see you in here again, bitch."

I lied, "You can count on it, you big black stud, you."

I next looked rather urgently behind me to my son and said, "Can I come now, Master?"

"Right now, Mom," he groaned; it was obvious he was close too.

I moved a couple fingers into my pussy and rubbed myself frantically while I used the other for balance.

In seconds my orgasm rose like a tidal wave and I screamed, "Yes, baby, Mommy's coming!" A couple of deep ass pumps later, and as my own cum flooded out of me and down my leg, Cory's cum filled my ass.

A few seconds later he pulled out of my ass and I weakly dropped to my hands and knees, not worried about how disgusting this floor was.

Cory said, "We should probably get going."

"What about me?" a new voice said.

I looked back to the first hole and saw a decent-sized hard cock pointing at me, as if calling my name.

"One for the road?" I asked.

The End of Adventure Three...

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Summary: In their family's hotel room, Mom and son fuck and risk getting caught.

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This is part four of the Backseat Mommy series.

In part one, Backseat Mommy: A Long Hard Ride, Sarah, a mom, is forced to sit on her son's lap for a long drive. As the day progresses, she is unable to resist the temptation of her son's cock.

In part two, Backseat Mommy: Ass Fucked, Sarah now wholeheartedly craves her son's cock and is at his mercy. After willingly taking it in the ass in a truck stop bathroom, she eagerly finishes the job in the backseat of the car as her husband drives in the pouring rain.

In part three, Backseat Mommy: Gloryhole Slut, Sarah questions her marriage and, after a tease in the backseat and another tease in the hotel room while her husband is in the bathroom, she has two fantasies come true when her son takes her to a gloryhole.

Note 1: Thanks to Robert, David, goamz86 and Wayne for editing.

Note 2: This story and the entire series was updated in October 2018 with a new edit by Tex Beethoven.

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.

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."

I moaned as his tongue made contact with my pussy. Alex didn't go down on me ever, which was one thing that had always perturbed me about him, so having Cory's tongue lapping away felt amazing. I placed my hands gently on his head as I lay back and enjoyed getting eaten out.

And Cory, like I had a moment earlier, took his time between my legs. He explored every inch of my pussy as he teased me everywhere.

He flicked my clit once.

He spread my pussy lips wide.

He kissed my inner thigh.

He slid his tongue down to my asshole.

He was driving me wild as his tongue used my body like a canvas and I was his Moaning Lisa Mommy.

My orgasm was building and I whispered, "You're about to make Mommy come."

I figured that would make him quit and come fuck me, but instead he shifted from slow teasing to fast-paced pleasing.

The sudden intensity of the pleasure quickly escalated the approach of the orgasm that was slowly building, and I quickly grabbed an extra pillow and smothered my face to cover the scream about to escape my lips.

I grabbed his head, and that was all the prompting he needed as he sucked my clit between his lips and tugged.

My uncontrolled scream of pleasure was muffled by the pillow as I came seconds later.

As soon as the screaming portion of my orgasm was finished he moved up, rolled me onto my side and slid his cock in my cunt, which was still trembling.

"Ohhhh," I moaned, as he began fucking me.

"This is so fucking hot and twisted," he whispered.

"And reaming my asshole with your father a couple feet away wasn't?" I questioned naughtily.

"Touché," he air-laughed silently, as he pumped his cock in and out of me.

"Now fill my cunt with your cum, baby," I ordered, wanting to feel him erupt inside me.

"Not your ass?" he asked.

"No, I want your seed erupting in Mommy's cunt," I moaned, wanting to feel my pussy filled with his hot seed.

He fucked me for a couple of minutes before he pulled out.

I whined, "Put it back in."

"Go back to your bed," he ordered.

"You're not going to finish fucking Mommy?" I asked surprised and disappointed.

"Oh, I'm going to keep fucking you all right," he said cockily.

It was then I realized his plan... his sick, twisted plan.

I got out of his bed and back into mine and lay on my side so he could re-enter me with ease.

He moved into the queen-sized bed as well, nudging me even closer to Alex, now only a few inches away from me, and slid his cock back in me.

"Ooooh," I moaned again, watching my husband, trying not to pant on him as I was fucked by our son. This time was even naughtier as I could see his face, in close-up even, but he was still completely oblivious to what was happening right beside him during his sweet slumber.

"Harder," I whispered out of the side of my mouth.

Cory obliged, the entire bed now moving as he pounded me hard.

Even while being rocked back and forth by the mattress, my husband snored softly on his back the way he always slept, while I got fucked by his son in the same bed.

I felt so naughty; this was so wrong; which, of course, made it so feel so good and so hot.

In a wild day where I'd been ass fucked in a backseat, used in a bathroom and a gloryhole, this was the wildest moment yet.

And although I'd originally wanted to feel my son's cum fill my cunt, I suddenly wanted to make this taboo moment even wilder. I whispered, "Slide that big dick in my ass."

He didn't question the idea at all as he pulled his cock out of my cunt and slid it into my ass with ease.

I clenched my teeth just in time to hold in my groan as a slight pain coursed through me before pleasure quickly took over.

"Fuck you're a nasty slut, Mom," Cory whispered in my ear as he began to fuck my ass.

"For you I am," I whispered back, as I was sodomized by my son with my husband lying right in front of me, the rush unexplainable. Fuck, was I a slut.

I was ass fucked for a while, enthralled by the euphoria of the kink.

This act of kinky sex had my pussy burning and I could feel a second orgasm rising rather quickly.

Cory kissed the back of my neck as he slowly fucked my ass.

After a couple more minutes of slow ass fucking, Cory began bucking his hips faster and really fucking my ass.

I moaned, "Yes, pound Mommy's asshole", as I buried my face in a pillow again and moved my hand to my pussy to begin rubbing my clit.

"I'm going to come in your asshole, Mommy-slut," Cory whispered.

"Fill my shit hole with your cum, baby," I moaned, my orgasm imminent and wanting to make this as nasty as possible. I was his Mommy-slut, his cum bucket and I wanted his seed right now.

A few hard thrusts in my ass and he grunted and shot his load deep inside me.

This triggered my orgasm seconds later as I screamed, "Oh shit," loud enough to wake up my husband.

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As Alex sat straight up alarmed, Cory slid out of me and slipped silently down to the floor. I could feel cum leaking out of my ass and my orgasm still coursing through me as Alex asked, worried, "Are you okay?"

I tried to control my breathing as I answered, "Yeah, wild dream."

"About what?" Alex asked.

"Being attacked by a massive snake," I answered, telling the truth.

"That sounds like a nightmare," Alex said, as he lay back down.

"It seemed so real."

"Well, go back to sleep honey."

"I need to pee now."

"Okay," he nodded, already falling back to sleep.

I got out of bed and saw Cory lying on the floor smiling.

I stepped over him and went to the washroom to go pee like I'd said, and also to clean up all the cum leaking out of my gaping asshole.

I returned to the bedroom and saw that Cory was back in his bed and his father was snoring again.

I leaned down to Cory and whispered, "That was close."

He nodded, "When you screamed all of a sudden I almost had a heart attack."

"Tomorrow I want a load in each hole before I leave you at college," I said, giving his now flaccid cock a squeeze.

"What about a facial?" He asked.

"Fine, but that means I want four loads from that gun of yours," I smiled.

"Thankfully I never run out of ammunition," he joked.

"Thank God," I agreed, as I got back into my own bed and realized I was lying in a massive wet spot of cum.

Fuck! I'd made it in my bed and now I had to lie in it. I had become a massive slut!

The end of adventure 4.

Coming next:

Backseat Mommy: Jam-Packed with Cum

One final backseat fucking, one more ass reaming, and a messy goodbye... for a while.

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Backseat Mommy: Jam-Packed with Cum - Incest/Taboo

Summary: Mom takes a load in each hole on the final day of the drive.

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This is part five of the Backseat Mommy series.

In part one, Backseat Mommy: A Long Hard Ride, Sarah, a mom, is forced to sit on her son's lap for a long drive. As the day progresses, she is unable to resist the temptation of her son's cock.

In part two, Backseat Mommy: Ass Fucked, Sarah now craves her son's cock and is at his mercy. After willingly taking it in the ass in a truck stop bathroom, she eagerly finishes the job in the backseat of the car as her husband drives in the pouring rain.

In part three, Backseat Mommy: Gloryhole Slut, Sarah questions her marriage and after a tease in the backseat, another tease in the hotel room while her husband is in the bathroom, she has two fantasies come true when her son takes her to a gloryhole.

In part four, Backseat Mommy: Husband's Asleep, Sarah knows she has to tell her husband it's over, but not before they drop Cory off at college. That night Sarah sneaks into her son's bed with her sleeping husband a few feet away and gets fucked in all three holes.

Note 1: Thanks to Robert, goamz86, and Wayne for editing this story.

Note 2: This story and the entire series was updated in October 2018 with a new edit by Tex Beethoven.

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.

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."

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"Any other advice you'd like?" I asked.

Alex interjected, "Don't say a word, Cory, it's a trap."

I laughed, "That is probably very good advice."

Alex turned the radio up, obviously done with our awkward conversation, which meant Cory and I had some alone time, well as much alone time as you can have in a backseat on someone's lap with your husband driving the car.

I began to grind my ass slowly in a circular motion on my son's cock. This was going to be the last backseat fucking, and I was going to enjoy the ride.

And for fifty miles I just ground slowly on his cock, enjoying the full feeling, just enjoying the surreal feeling of an unconditional secret love between my son and me.

"Fifty more miles," Alex announced.

This made me sad.

Fifty miles and this was over.

Fifty miles and I would have to deal with the consequences of my actions.

Fifty miles and the only life I'd known for a couple of decades would be over.

Fifty miles and I would have to initiate the conversation that needed to take place, which I feared completely.

And...

Fifty miles to finish milking my son's third load of the day, this one shooting up my ass.

I said, as I began to slowly ride my son's cock, "Thank God. I don't think I can last much longer."

Alex nodded, "I can only imagine how sore your ass must be. Mine is numb, and I have a proper seat."

"Oh, my ass feels great," I reported back, the lingering pleasure increasing as soon as I began riding my son's cock instead of just sheathing it.

Alex asked, "Really?"

"My legs are sore though," I answered, realizing what I was saying wouldn't make much sense to him.

"I imagine," he nodded, "being all cramped in back there. And Cory, you'll probably need a week to recover."

Cory replied cheerfully, "Hopefully not that long. I recover pretty quickly."

"My dear husband, are you saying I'm fat?" I teased.

"What?" Alex asked, his eyes going big. "God, no."

"I'm just kidding," I laughed.

"Don't ever do that to me, I almost drove off the road," Alex complained, but laughing back.

"Just keeping you on your toes," I shrugged.

"That you always do," he said.

"Ohhhh, I like this song," I said. "Turn it up."

"Okay," he nodded, turning up some song I'd never heard before, but I wanted the conversation ended so I could fuck my son.

I began riding faster, knowing that milking his third load of the day would take extra work.

"That feels great," Cory groaned quietly.

"Ditto," I nodded.

And for a few minutes I just rode his cock by just moving my ass up and down... not real fast, but also not too slow.

My orgasm was beginning to build when Alex said, "I'm going to pull over to go to the bathroom."

"Again?" I asked, annoyed.

"Too much water at lunch," he justified.

"Can't you wait? We're almost there," I pointed out, as was I.

Cory supported me, not totally altruistically, "Yes, Dad, I really want to get there."

"Fine, fine," Alex sighed. "If I have to, I guess I can last."

Cory whispered to me, as he began thrusting up slightly to meet my movements, "I can't."

Somehow Alex managed to hear that and asked, "You can't?"

"I can't wait to get there," Cory covered.

"If you two can last back there for three days that uncomfortably, I guess I owe it to you to last the last twenty or so minutes."

"You're a trooper," I praised him, as the pleasure inside me once again began to build.

"I need to focus on the music to distract myself," he said, again turning the radio up.

I looked outside and saw a twenty-mile sign for the college and realized it was time to extract the third load. I leaned to the side, slapped my ass slightly like it was the flank of a horse and Cory took the hint and began to take over. He began fucking into my ass hard as I just hunkered down in jockey position and enjoyed.

I moved my fingers to my clit, awkwardly because of the position I was in, and began rubbing myself, wanting to come the moment he did.

Two more songs played through and we passed a ten-mile sign as he kept fucking me.

My orgasm was near eruption, and when I felt the walls of my ass getting coated with cum, I erupted too. I let out a moan that was way too loud, "Ooooooh, fuck."

Alex looked urgently into the mirror, "You okay?"

"Leg cramp," I weakly answered.

"Want me to pull over?" Alex asked.

"No, no," I said, as the orgasm continued ripping through me and Cory finished spewing his load in my shit hole. "We just need to get there."

"Just ten minutes," Alex said. "Can you last ten minutes?"

"Ooooh," I moaned again, as Cory, the brat, slammed into my ass hard, one final punctuation before pulling out. "Yes, just drive."

"I don't know if I should," Alex wavered, clearly concerned for me.

"Just get us there," I ordered. "I'll be fine."

"Okay, okay," Alex said, knowing when the conversation was done.

He started to speed, as I felt cum leaking out of my ass and I closed my eyes to enjoy the descending slope of my orgasm in silence.

I felt Cory cleaning my asshole with a wet nap and then surprising me by shoving the butt plug back in my ass.

My eyes went big as he grabbed my hips and had me sit solidly down on his lap.

"My gift for you," he whispered.

"Oh sweetheart, you've given me so many precious gifts these past three days," I replied, leaning back against him.

He wrapped his arms lovingly around me and said, "As have you to me."

"Five miles," Alex announced.

Cory went into the bag and handed me a brand new red thong.

I looked at him, perplexed.

"To hold the plug in when you get out of the car," he explained.

"Oh," I nodded, as I struggled to put the thong on in the confined space. Oddly, it was more difficult than getting fucked.

Once I had it on, I sat back on his lap and relaxed in his arms... which felt so right.

Then... like life itself... all good things came to an end as we pulled into the college grounds.

It took an hour to get Cory through registration and the entire time, as I saw various bunches of scantily dressed freshmen, I felt jealous.

It took an additional twenty minutes for us to find his dorm room, and I wasn't sure how I was going to manage getting that last load... the risky telltale facial.

But once we reached his room I achieved a moment of brilliance and suggested, "Alex, why don't you go and bring the car to the dorm?"

"That's a good idea," Alex approved, before adding, "it'll likely take me a few minutes. I kind of got turned around in this maze."

"No worries," I shrugged. "I'll help Cory make this small prison cell look like a home."

"Okay," Alex nodded and left.

The second he closed the door, I went to it and locked it before rushing back to Cory, dropping to my knees and fishing out his cock.

I knew time was of the essence, so I began bobbing hungrily.

Cory interrupted me with, "Bend over, Mom. I want one last quick fuck."

"You'll have to hurry," I cautioned him, as I quickly got up, bent over a desk and offered both of my back-end holes.

He slid easily into my cunt and began fucking me hard and deep.

"Oh yes, fuck your Mommy baby," I moaned. "God, I love your cock in my cunt."

"Your cunt was made for my cock," he responded.

"Or vice versa, I definitely made your cock," I quipped playfully.

"And you created a masterpiece," he laughed, as he kept fucking me.

"Perfection," I moaned, my own newest orgasm building.

After a couple minutes of rough cunt fucking, he pulled out, yanked the plug out of my butt and slammed his cock in my ass. I screamed, too loudly, "Fuck, you nasty Mommy ass fucker!"

"I love your ass," he groaned, as he began reaming my asshole.

"And I love your big cock drilling my shit hole, baby," I moaned, as he fucked me so hard the desk began banging against the wall.

"God, I'm going to miss this," he groaned.

"I'm not sure I can live without your cock, baby," I moaned, as I pushed the desk firmly against the wall to stop the sound.

"Then you'd better end up back here soon, my Mommy-slut," he said, before adding, "That's an order."

"Yes, Master," I moaned, knowing I'd be back here just as soon as I could manage.

"I expect you to behave just like those Japanese mothers," he said.

"Going down so your grades will go up," I whimpered.

"Exactly," he groaned, as he pulled out, spun me around and I instantly dropped to my knees and took his cock, that was just reaming my butthole, into my mouth.

I bobbed hungrily, craving his load... wanting it all over my face.

After only a few bobs he pulled out and splattered his cum on my face. I loved the hotness of his cum as rope after rope draped itself across me.

Once done, I took his cock back in my mouth to retrieve any last remnants of cum he might have saved for me.

Cory said, "Smile for me."

I looked up and smiled as he took a picture of my cum-coated face.

"Is that going to be your new phone background?" I smiled.

"Maybe," he said, as he put his cock away.

I began to rub his cum all over my face, trying to hide the evidence of my facial, as Cory went and unlocked the door.

"This is amazing facial cream," I smiled.

"You just keep getting hotter," he praised.

"Flattery gets you everywhere," I smiled, getting off my knees.

"And into every hole," he smirked.

"I can't believe you just came in every one of my holes in under eight hours," I said.

"Imagine what I could do given an entire day," he smiled.

"That is something to look forward to," I yearned, wondering how many times he could get off in a single day and how many orgasms he could give me in that day.

"I love you, Mom," he said, leaning in and kissing me.

"I love you too," I said, when we broke the kiss. "And," I added, giving his cock one final squeeze through his jeans, "I love this cock."

...

Alex joined us a few minutes later, and as he and Cory carried all of Cory's stuff in, I unpacked it, performing a traditional motherly role for a change.

Once we were done, we went out for supper, and I hoped for an opportunity for one last fuck. Unfortunately, the opportunity never presented itself, so I reluctantly left my son in the questionable care of hundreds of college skanks, hoping he would still want me the next time we were together, which I was determined would be soon.

As Alex drove us to our hotel, my sitting beside him in the passenger seat this time, I pondered how I was going to tell Alex it was over.

I loved him as a man.

I just didn't love him as a husband.

My gaze drifted out the window; I knew I had to have the hardest conversation of my life with my husband, and soon. One I didn't want to have, but it had to be done.

The end of adventure Five

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Backseat Mommy: Lustful 3-Hole Slut

Sarah returns to her son and they test the 24-hour limit.

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Backseat Mommy: Lustful 3-Hole Slut - Incest/Taboo

Summary: MILF returns to her son and they test the 24 hour limit.

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This is part six of the Backseat Mommy series.

In part one, Backseat Mommy: A Long Hard Ride, Sarah, a mom, is forced to sit on her son's lap for a long drive. As the day progresses she is unable to resist the temptation of her son's cock.

In part two, Backseat Mommy: Ass Fucked, Sarah now craves her son's cock and is at his mercy. After willingly taking it in the ass in a truck stop bathroom, she eagerly finishes the job in the backseat of the car as her husband drives in the pouring rain.

In part three, Backseat Mommy: Gloryhole Slut, Sarah questions her marriage and after a tease in the backseat, another tease in the hotel room while her husband is in the bathroom, she has two fantasies come true when her son takes her to a gloryhole.

In part four, Backseat Mommy: Husband's Asleep, Sarah knows she has to tell her husband it's over, but not before they drop Cory off at college. That night, Sarah sneaks into her son's bed with her sleeping husband a few feet away and gets fucked in all three holes.

In part five, Backseat Mommy: Jam-Packed with Cum, on the final day of the drive Sarah succeeds in keeping a promise of taking a load in all three of her holes, plus a facial.

Note 1: Thanks to Robert, Dave, Wayne and Tex Beethoven for editing this story.

Note 2: This story and the entire series was updated in October 2018 with a new edit by Tex Beethoven.

In the car, I pondered how to have the conversation I needed to have with my husband.

The past three days had been an escape from reality... as bizarre as that sounds.

Fucking my son over and over while my husband was oblivious to the entire thing was exhilarating and life-altering... but now I had to deal with the consequences of my reckless behavior. My actions of the past three days had awakened my sexual libido and made me realize I didn't love my husband as a husband.

Yes, he was a great man.

Yes, I loved him as a man.

I just didn't love him as a lover.

We drove in silence for fifteen minutes, as I tried to figure out what to say. Casual conversation was usually my strength, while Alex could drive for hours without saying a word other than singing a tune or asking me musical trivia. He loved asking me who sang the song that was playing. I almost never knew. He would then give me a brief history of the band. Sometimes I googled his answers and he was always right.

But casual conversation was far from what was needed here. It was obvious, at least to me, that the divide in our marriage was right here... within the open space between our seats.

To my astonishment, it was Alex who spoke up out of nowhere and broached the subject I'd had no idea he was even aware of: "So how long have you been fucking our son?"

I felt my face pale as it only took moments for me to absorb that he knew.

How long had he known?

"A week, a month, a year?" he listed as he drove. He didn't look at me. Oddly, his tone didn't include anger or shock, just interest.

"Just during this trip," I admitted.

"Did you enjoy it?"

What a tough question! The answer was obviously yes. But admitting the truth could hurt him even more than I already had. Yet I couldn't lie to him, he deserved the truth. "Yes, I did."

"And is that why you don't want to do everything we've been planning for the past eight months?" he continued.

"Yes, it is," I again admitted.

"And now what?"

"The truth?"

He looked at me for the first time, with an ironic glint in his eye. "No, keep lying to me."

There it finally was, in his tone and in his eyes... the hurt I had caused him.

"I'm sorry, Alex," I said instead.

"For what?" he asked. "Fucking our son in the back seat or fucking our son in the bed right next to me?"

I hoped he only knew about those two times, somehow that made it not quite as bad as it could be. But even if he knew everything it wouldn't change anything basic, it would just be toxic icing on a terminal cake.

Yet I tried to explain. "I have no idea how it happened. But once it did, it awakened a side of me I've always kept under wraps. And after that, I couldn't control myself."

He sighed.

The gap between us widened.

"Have you ever cheated on me before?" he asked after a long silence.

"No," I answered. "I never even considered cheating; wasn't ever tempted."

Again silence.

Then he sighed.

More silence.

Then he surprised me by offering, "I'm sorry, too."

"For what?" I asked, surprised by his apology. "You did nothing wrong."

"I did. I've been cheating on you for a long time," he confessed.

"What?" I asked, shocked.

"I've been lying to you and to myself for years," he continued.

"With whom?" I asked, suddenly jealous even though I'd cheated too... with my own son, which was far worse than anything he could have done, unless he'd slept with our daughter Karen.

"With Gary," he revealed.

"Gary," I repeated, stunned, hearing the name, but not making a connection with who he meant. Gary, Gary, Gary...? Then as realization hit, I stammered, "D-d-do you mean your partner Gary?"

"Yeah," he nodded, looking deadpan straight ahead at the open road.

"You're gay?" I asked, my head spinning with incomprehension, unable to absorb where this was going even though the answer was obvious. The person he'd named was a male.

"Yes," he admitted, falling into one-word answers.

"Wow!" I breathed, before adding, "We really don't communicate very well."

He laughed. "I've wanted to tell you for a long time, but I couldn't get up the courage. I also didn't want to shatter our family."

"Well, I may have beat you to that," I replied.

"But with Karen overseas traveling and our son starting college, plus the fact that my wife is fucking him, I figured it was high time to tell you the truth," he explained.

"We've both been living lies," I summarized. "I've always wanted you to be more forceful and more dominant."

He chuckled, "And I wanted the same thing from you. With Gary, I'm the bottom."

"Of course, you are," I smiled, that making complete sense once I looked back on our sexual history together.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he retorted, offended for the first time during this surreal conversation about betrayals and noncommunication.

"I didn't mean that rudely. I'm a die-hard submissive myself, which explains why we always struggled so hard to find any heat in the bedroom," I explained.

"So you wanted me to fuck you so hard you saw stars, while I'd rather get fucked than do the fucking," he pointed out bluntly, trying to slant it as a joke.

Hearing him talk so openly was more surreal than all that had transpired in the last three days. In over twenty years together we had never spoken so frankly with each other.

"Man, a conversation like this early on could have saved a lot of years for both of us," I laughed, trying to imagine his taking it up the ass.

"It didn't stop me," he joked.

"Well, we do have one thing in common," I smiled, shaking my head... even now, it was just sinking in that he'd been cheating on me for years. This would have offended me greatly a couple of weeks ago... but now it just released me from the guilt that had been curdling inside me for the last few days.

"What is that?"

"We each love a cock up our ass," I said crudely with a wicked smile... sharing that dirty little secret with each other was helping us both to release some of our guilt, and adding in the fact that he wasn't judging me for my incestuous transgressions was liberating me... was liberating us.

He laughed, "That we do. Each of us also loves sucking cock."

I agreed, "If you say so, it must be true. Although I can't fathom you sucking dick."

"I'm pretty good at it," he said.

"Me too," I countered.

"True enough," he nodded, having been on the receiving end of many of my epic blow jobs.

Then it hit me. Was I the one who turned him gay? I asked with a hint of urgency, "When did you realize you liked dick?"

"It started with online porn and then a trip with Gary that took us to an all-male sauna and ended with my sucking his cock," he answered.

"So I didn't turn you gay?" I asked timidly. That would be tough to handle.

He laughed. "God, no. You're the one who kept me thinking I was straight a lot longer."

"Thank God," I sighed, ironically happy that my husband was gay and it wasn't because of me. I then joked, "So you've been faking it all this time?"

"No," he said, seriously. "I still enjoy sex with you, especially oral sex, but I enjoy getting fucked even more."

"I still enjoy sex with you, too," I agreed.

"So, what now?" he asked.

"I don't know," I admitted. I felt we were making some headway through this morass, and I was almost deliriously grateful we were having a frank, amicable discussion rather than arguing and hurling insults at each other, but I was even more confused now than I'd been before we began this conversation.

"Do you plan to keep fucking our son?" He asked.

"I don't know," I repeated, the generic noncommittal answer. My body screamed yes, my brain said maybe.

"If you want to, I'm okay with it," he offered, surprising me again.

"What? Really?" I asked.

"Yeah," he nodded, "he can give you what I can't. I know that's a stock cuckold quote, but it's what I feel. We may be married, but I don't own you."

"But it's incest," I pointed out. "When I'm in my right mind I feel bad about that; or at least I think it's my right mind."

He paused for a long moment. Gathering his courage? "Want to know another shocking secret?" he finally asked me.

"More shocking than learning you're a talented cock sucker and love taking it in the ass?" I asked bluntly.

"Believe it or not... yes," he nodded.

"This I'm dying to hear," I said, curious as hell... but also a bit nervous.

"I lost my virginity to Katherine," he revealed, "In both her pussy and her ass."

My eyes went big.

My mouth dropped open.

"Your older sister Katherine?" I asked.

"Yep," he nodded.

"You've stuck it up the ass of your sister?" I rephrased my question incredulously. This seemed even less fathomable than his being gay or my committing incest.

"The one and only," he nodded.

"Your condescending sister with a stick up her butt who treats me like a whore?" I pressed, at a loss even to picture such a thing.

"She used to be a lot wilder," he explained.

"So it seems," I said, still trying to envision a time when my bitch of a sister-in-law had been a skank. That said, it did make me kind of happy. "So that's why you didn't freak out when you figured out I was fucking our son?"

"I was shocked at first. But it made me remember losing my virginity to my sister at the lake, and how incest had brought my sister and me closer for a while and, well," he shrugged, "I figured he might be giving you some things that I never could. I caught sight of you two from a distance a couple of times on this trip and your body languages looked like he was bossing you around and you were pretty happy about it."

"Oh," I said. So all this time while I'd been telling myself how oblivious he was, he was standing aside so I could be happy. What a guy!

"So I owe you a huge thank you for giving me some freedom!"

"If you like; I just wanted you to be happy. Plus, I realized that you and I are the same thing as each other."

"Sluts?" I joked.

"Well, fucking our son in the back seat of the car while your husband drives is pretty slutty," he joked back.

"So is taking it in the ass in a public washroom," I added.

"But so is taking it in the ass at a company picnic while your wife is right outside the rest room visiting with the other wives," he countered.

"Okay, so we are both sluts," I concluded.

"And yet, we've now both discovered what we are and what we want:" he continued, "to be sexually liberated."

"From society's standards?" I questioned.

"Yes, gay sex is far more common than people think, and so is incest," he added.

"Is it?"

"Sure," he nodded, "it's just the one taboo still never talked about, although one day that might change. Christ, even transgender people are out and popular since the Caitlyn Jenner thing. Incest really is the only taboo left."

I added, "Maybe we need the Kardashians to announce they eat each other's cunts."

"That would make a great episode," he laughed.

"It can be one of those very special episodes," I joked.

He laughed again as he pulled into the hotel parking lot.

Our marriage was over, and here we were getting along together better than we'd done in years. Go figure!

We decided we would spend one more week together. He fucked me one last time. We went together to a sex shop, bought a strap-on and I fucked him with it... twice... a special treat for him that had suddenly popped into my head after learning he liked it in the ass. We still loved each other in our own way and we were still married, although we knew we didn't want to remain so much longer, so why shouldn't we end our sexual relationship on a high note?

I kept the strap-on in case I ever got to use it again... enjoying the power that comes from being the one wearing the cock... in essence giving rather than receiving.

We separated with no regrets.

We split our assets down the middle and went our own ways. He offered me the proceeds of the house we'd just sold, and I offered him sole title to the condo we'd just bought. I bought his half of our car from him for seven grand, which was half of what Blue Book rated it at. It was just common sense deciding which of us everything else belonged to. We'd always kept separate bank accounts, which suddenly turned out very convenient.

Alex decided to go to Europe for a couple of months hoping to meet up with Karen and I, not knowing what else to do, headed back to Cory's college, feeling both liberated but yet alone. Alex and I had been together for over two decades, and he had been more than just a lover... also a listener... a comforter (especially when I lost my father)... a companion.

Other than seeing my son, I really had no idea what I wanted to do next.

A month ago, the rest of my life had been planned out. At first that had excited me... the path of my future mapped out.

Now... the map was empty... the journey unclear... and although that excited me, it also scared the shit out of me.

I loved my son.

I loved having sex with my son.

But that had been raw passion over a few wild, kinky days with extra spice from the fear of getting caught. The reality was that the real world now awaited me, awaited us, and I was no longer sure what that meant other than it wouldn't be spent crowded between a pile of boxes and a car door.

Sex was sex and it had been fucking amazing.

But life was a lot more complicated.

So I arrived at Cory's dorm riddled with anxiety. I felt kind of like Julia Robert's character in 'Notting Hill' as I arrived. I had texted him I was coming, but he knew nothing about what had transpired between his father and me.

We had done some naughty texting, but not being in the same place to act on it made it more anti-climactic (pun intended) than satisfying.

I assumed we would have some great sex when I arrived, and I was right.

As soon as I arrived, I texted:

I'm here.

He responded:

Meet me at Thurber Hall, room 432. NOW!!!

I responded, cheeky and submissive at the same time:

Yes, Master!!!

My cunt was wet. I wanted his cock back in me again. I hadn't been so horny for cock since college (if you ignore our three-day backseat fuck fest).

I was dressed in a sexy sundress that barely hid my thigh highs... and, of course I was sans bra and panties.

I had to ask three people how to get where I was going, but eventually I found the building and, with my feet sore (shouldn't have worn four-inch heels to search for a building... but I wanted to look completely hot and sexy for my son). I took the elevator, realizing he must be meeting me in a classroom.

I got off the elevator and headed to room 432.

It was a handicapped bathroom.

I stopped and then I smiled. That brat.

I tried to open the door, but it was locked.

I knocked.

"Who is it?" my son asked from the other side of the door.

"Your slut, Master," I answered, after looking around to make sure no one was around to overhear my answer.

He unlocked the door and I walked in. I smiled playfully, "You really went all out on the décor for this lovely trysting place."

"I wasn't sure what the plan was, or how I was introducing you to people, but regardless of either of those issues, I knew I wanted to fuck you before anything else," he answered.

"Good," I nodded, slipping out of my heels and dropping to my knees. "I've been craving this big dick ever since you last coated my face in your dorm room."

"And I've been saving up a pretty full load," he replied, as I fished out his cock, already hard.

"You haven't fucked any coed sluts yet?" I asked, as I stroked his thick shaft.

"I didn't say that," he said. "I just said I've been saving this load."

"Slut," I teased, before taking his cock in my mouth. As I did, I felt a strange sense of jealousy at the idea of some college skank sucking and fucking the same dick I was sucking. This is my dick. I am his slut. I bobbed hungrily, gently reminding him who was the best cock sucker ever.

"Oh yeah, I missed those cock sucking lips," he groaned, as I devoured his entire cock like a porn star.

I moaned on his cock in response.

"Yes Mom, the first load gets deposited in that sexy mouth of yours," he promised.

I responded, taking his cock out of my mouth, "I hope you have enough loads stored up in these balls to fill all three of Mommy's neglected holes."

"At least twice," he bragged, as he grabbed my head and shoved my mouth back on his cock and began thrusting.

Six loads! I thought to myself. That would be a dream come true... pun definitely implied.

"Oh yeah, I plan to fuck you all day and night, Mommy-slut," he told me, as I resumed bobbing. "Our schedule for today is a marathon incest session."

I couldn't help but smile as he resumed fucking my face. We used to have many marathon nights back at home. Although they only involved things like watching all the Back to the Future movies, or all the Star Wars movies or the craziest, all three Lord of the Rings extended version movies.

The mixture of my warm mouth and his fast pumping was the perfect trigger for his jackrabbit first load to explode in my mouth. There was no warning other than a slight swelling in his dick, then an animalistic grunt as his cum exploded in my mouth like a water hose.

I swallowed most of it as he kept fucking my face... although a little of his cum did leak out of my mouth.

"Fuck, I love having my own Mom cum deposit handy," he groaned, as he finally pulled out.

"And I like having my own gun around, always hard, always loaded, always ready to shoot me," I smiled, still on my knees as I scooped a little cum off the side of my mouth.

"So where's Dad right now?"

"Maybe in Europe by now; we're both quits, have decided to get an amicable divorce when we get around to it, and we're both fine with it."

"Amicable, you said?"

"Yup, still friends, just not lovers."

"That's way more than I'd hoped for! So what are your plans now that you and Dad are done?"

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"My plan for today is to take five more loads," I said, reaching for his hard cock. "Tomorrow if you're up to it I'll take some more, and then figure out what the hell I'm going to do with my life."

He said, his voice now soft and tender, "I found a few places in the area that are for rent."

"You did, did you?" I asked, slowly stroking his cock. "Do you want Mommy close to you?"

"I insist that my Mommy fuck slut be close to me and that she be available at a moment's notice," he corrected, sounding so hot when he was dominant.

"Well then," I said, licking his shaft briefly, unable not to enjoy this beautiful cock I'd co-created, "since you are my Master and I am your three-hole cum deposit slut, I guess the first part of my plan for the future has already been decided."

"Good, because we have a 7PM meeting with a realtor to go look at three places," he said, as he pulled me to my feet and kissed me.

The kiss was tender at first. Definitely not one between a typical mother and son... but between lovers. I felt my heart melting.

It got more passionate after a couple of minutes before I finally broke the kiss abruptly, horny as hell, and asked, "Are you going to fuck me or what?"

"I don't know," he said, "I only have twenty minutes until my last class of the day."

"You're not leaving your slut alone for a couple of hours with so many tempting young dicks around, are you?" I teased, returning to stroking his cock.

"You only fuck who I tell you to, is that clear?" he clarified firmly.

"Yes, Master," I smiled, "I was just teasing. Your cock is more than enough for me."

"Good," he nodded, as he lifted up my dress, bent me over the sink and slid his cock easily inside my burning inferno.

"Oh yes, baby," I moaned, as he began fucking me hard.

"God, I love your hot cunt," he said.

"And my hot cunt loves your big, hard dick," I responded, loving how aggressive he was with me. He knew how to fuck a woman... he understood that underneath the conservative nature of his outer woman was a cum hungry slut just dying to be used as one.

"Then let's let them get reacquainted," he said, as he grabbed my hips and thoroughly pounded me like the wanton slut he'd awakened in me.

"Oh yesssss, son," I moaned. "Use Mommy as your fuck slut."

"You love being your son's personal cum bucket, don't you?" he asked, never slowing down his complete pilfering of my box.

"Can it please be my twenty-four-seven job?" I moaned, my orgasm accelerating from his big dick, hard deep thrusts and his nasty talk.

"Think you can handle a half dozen loads a day?" he teased, as his finger slid to my asshole.

"I'm not sure I can live without that many," I responded, although I wasn't sure I could keep up with him, truth be told... but I'd die trying... I mean, what a way to go... my tombstone reading FUCKED TO DEATH.

"Now don't forget: you are to fuck only who I tell you to fuck, male or female," he reminded me.

"Yes, Master," I moaned, knowing the idea of his controlling my body and whatever he made me do or even not do would only enhance my lust and would power my growing orgasm even more strongly.

"Tell me what you are," he demanded again, somehow slamming into me even harder and going even deeper than he had already been doing.

I almost screamed, my orgasm so fucking close, as I cried out, "Your three-hole Mommy cum bucket submissive!"

"Oh yes," he agreed, "now come for me, you fucking slut."

"Call me names, Master," I begged, knowing his crude words, simultaneous with his deep drilling, would be enough to make me erupt.

"You love being a bimbo Mommy whore for your son's big dick?" he questioned.

"Yes, I love it, more, more," I begged, so fucking close.

"Come for me now, my cock sucking, cunt willing, ass taking, Mommy whore," he ordered, pistoning in and out of me like a well-oiled machine.

"Yessssss," I screamed, as my orgasm hit and seconds later, his second load spewed into me.

"Take my cum, Mom," he grunted as he came into me just as my own cum was trying to spill out of me.

Both of us were panting and gasping heavily as our orgasms rushed through us, and he leaned into me.

"God, I've missed that dick," I groaned, as my orgasm still kept rushing through me.

"And I missed your great mouth and hot cunt," he said, as he pulled out of me and a huge gush of our blended cum flooded out of me and pooled on the floor.

I looked down as I said, "Don't forget my tight asshole."

"Oh, the next load is going in there," he nodded.

"Is that a promise?" I smiled, by now always happy to get my asshole gaped.

"Yes! And I never break my promises," he declared, as he put his beautiful pole back in his pants.

"I plan on keeping you to that," I said, standing up and allowing my dress to fall back down.

"I need to get to my last class," he said. "Go take a tour of the school and meet me at my dorm room in an hour and fifteen."

"I'm not sure I can find it again," I said, having no idea where it was.

"I'll text you the building and room number," he said, as he leaned in and kissed me. When he broke the kiss, he smiled, looking again like my son and not my Master, "I missed you, Mom."

"I missed you too, son."

He left me and I cleaned up: both the large pool of cum on the floor, and my cunt and legs, which were still flowing with our spent fluids.

I then headed out, taking some time to explore the campus. Discovering the campus bookstore, I went inside. To my surprise, as I meandered through the shelves of books killing time, I noticed there was a section called Human Sexuality. Still horny (fuck, I was always horny now), I skimmed the book titles. When I saw a book called '100 Best Sex Positions', I knew I had to buy it... and that we would have to try every position in the book.

Of course, this made my pussy dampen as I flipped through the various positions. Many intrigued me, such as 'the pretzel dip',' ballet dancer', 'X-factor', 'golden arch' and 'butter churner'. I was going to rock my son's world!

I purchased the book, feeling strange buying it from a girl who looked like she should still be in high school, but was likely in college since she was working at a college bookstore... but in the throes of my second sexual awakening, I sure wasn't going to be worried about being judged by a girl who was young enough to be my daughter.

As I handed it to her, she looked surprised and looked up at me.

I smiled, "You're never too old to learn new tricks."

She laughed, "Good to know."

Although I hadn't been with a girl since college, and that was once when I was really drunk, and she had only gone down on me not the other way round, I wondered if my wild new sexuality could explore some Sapphic desires... and how much that might turn on my son.

I took my bag and said, now flirting with the girl, "Once I've tried all these positions I may have to come back for a book on positions for two women." Before she could respond with any more than a wink and a grin, which she did, I turned and walked away, feeling a rush at my newfound 'do and say whatever I want' persona, even though in reality I couldn't do whatever I wished without my Master's permission. (But I didn't think he'd balk if I asked if he'd like to watch me getting it on with a hot cashier from the bookstore.)

I walked around and enjoyed the scenery... which was mostly hot young men.

When it was close to the time to meet my son, I headed to his dorm room, already looking forward to his cock back inside me... one of my holes still neglected.

I arrived a few minutes early and waited in the hallway. A couple of guys walked past me, each giving me a once-over. I wondered what they would think if they knew I was a submissive Mommy-slut.

Cory finally arrived and asked, "Been waiting long?"

"For your dick back in me, yes," I answered.

"Well, we should rectify that," he said, as he opened the door.

As soon as it was closed, I dropped to my knees and fished out his cock... I was dying for more of it. I couldn't explain my single-minded obsession, but all I wanted when I saw him was his dick.

He said, "Man, I wish I knew what you were like during my senior year."

As I fished out his dick, I agreed, "So many wasted loads."

"I murdered a lot of Kleenex," he joked, as I wrapped my mouth around his cock.

I bobbed for a few seconds before I joked, "Now you'll always have a safe place to deposit your load. You won't need to litter anymore."

As I took his cock back in my mouth, he joked back, "So you're a Kleenex martyr? You'll endure anything to save the oft-ignored and under-valued tree-hugged tissue?" which made me laugh hard.

Once he was completely hard, I stood up and asked, "So is load three going in my ass?"

"I don't know," he teased.

"The question was rhetorical since it's the only one still untouched today," I pointed out, as I lifted up my sundress and bent over the couch.

"Yes, Mommy," he replied, moving behind me.

He rubbed his thick mushroom top around my rosebud and I demanded, "Just slam that big dick up Mommy's poop chute."

He again obliged, sliding his huge snake deep into my tight asshole.

"Yes, baby, Mommy has missed your big dick in her shit hole," I moaned, loving to talk dirty to my son.

"So fucking tight," he groaned, as his cock invaded my back door over and over, deeper each time.

"Your big dick will gape it pretty quickly," I added, as I felt his hips meet my butt, meaning his entire shaft was deep inside me.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, as he slowly began fucking me.

I loved sucking his cock.

I loved riding his cock in my cunt.

But there was something even hotter about allowing my son to sodomize me. By giving him all three holes, I was completely at his whim... I was utterly his... and I loved it.

"Oh yeah, baby, Mommy loves your dick in her ass," I moaned, declaring the obvious.

"Looking forward to a thick load of cum buried deep in your bowels, Mommy-slut?" he asked.

"Is the sky blue? Is the grass green? Is your dick deep in your Mother's asshole?" I asked playfully.

"Yes, yes and most definitely yes," he chuckled, as he began fucking me faster.

I enjoyed his hard ass fucking for a few minutes, loving how hard, deep and long he could go. My own orgasm close, I began frantically rubbing my clit.

"Are you going to come from having your son's dick reaming your ass, Mommy-slut?" he asked, as he somehow found the energy to begin fucking me even harder and faster.

"Yes, my darling son," I moaned, as my breathing became erratic and I was about to erupt.

And as if the orgasm button was his cum spewing in my asshole, the moment his cum filled my asshole my orgasm hit. "Yessssssss," I screamed, as another amazing, intense orgasm rushed through me.

He pumped my asshole throughout my orgasm as his entire load flooded deep in my bowels. When he pulled out leaving me slumped face down on his couch, even as my own orgasm continued to create fireworks throughout my very being, Cory ordered, "Don't move."

"I'm not sure I could if I wanted to," I joked, just allowing the pleasure of the orgasm to do its thing.

He returned a minute later, my orgasm finally beginning to dissipate, cum beginning to leak out my asshole, as he slapped my ass and slipped a butt plug in my rear, "I don't want my cum leaking out of you while we go out for dinner."

"It's customary for a gentleman to take a lady out for dinner before he tears her ass apart," I joked, as I finally managed to stand up.

"Well, I do plan to fill all three of your holes again before the evening is over," he pointed out.

"Touché," I laughed.

"I'm going for a quick shower," he said. "Want to join me?"

"Mmmmm," I purred, "going for the fourth load?"

"Perhaps," he shrugged.

In the shower, believe it or not, we actually washed each other. It was tender and romantic, and I knew the next time we showered together I was going to fuck his brains out. Since it was in a dorm it was a communal shower and it was fun wondering what would happen if any naked guys walked in, but none did.

We headed out for a slightly early dinner before meeting the real estate agent at seven.

At dinner Cory told me about school so far, and I told him about how his father and I had ended it... leaving out the incest information for the moment. I wanted this still to be about us... and I still couldn't fathom the image of that stick-in-the-mud Katherine committing incest.

As we finished eating, he asked, "Want some dessert?"

"I hope that's a euphemism for a yummy load of your cum," I replied, moving my hand to his crotch.

"It is," he nodded.

"Here?" I asked, smiling because we had a secluded corner table.

"Why not?" he shrugged.

I fished out his cock and began stroking it just as the waitress came back to ask if we wanted any dessert.

Cory nodded, "A piece of chocolate cheesecake," acting casual as his mother jerked him off beneath the tablecloth.

As soon as she left, he grabbed my head and pushed it under the table.

A rush of excitement at doing something so taboo in public coursed through me, as I slid myself completely under the table, surprised at how dark it was.

I began sucking, feeling a rush of adrenaline because I was actually sucking my son in a busy restaurant. I bobbed furiously, wanting that load from his balls.

I had sucked him maybe two minutes when the waitress returned and asked, "Anything else?"

"No, I think I'm good," Cory said.

The waitress left and Cory pulled me back up to my seat. I complained, "I'm not allowed to finish my dessert?"

"Jerk me off," he ordered.

I obeyed, pumping his cock while he ate his cheesecake, even though I really wanted his hard cock back in my mouth. He ate half the cheesecake while I stroked his cock. When I felt it getting dry, I glanced to see if anyone was looking this way, before I bent down and took it back in my mouth. I bobbed for maybe thirty seconds before I heard the waitress gasp, "Oh, my!"

Cory explained, as I froze with his dick in my mouth, "She wanted something creamier than cheesecake for dessert."

"Um, okay," and the waitress left as quickly as she had arrived.

"Well, you'd better finish me off now," Cory chuckled, clearly amused.

I bobbed like a hungry slut, desperate to get him off, both because of my utter humiliation at getting caught (which gave me a warm feeling), plus my desire that I did indeed want his warm, creamy dessert.

I bobbed for a couple more minutes before I heard him grunt and felt his warm cream erupt in my mouth and glide down my throat. God, I loved sucking his cock and swallowing his cum... it was my favourite treat... although I also enjoyed feeling it erupt in my pussy or deep in my rectum of course.

I swallowed it all down and sat back up.

Cory finished his dessert and we waited for the waitress to come back. She didn't return for a good ten minutes and Cory joked, "You may have scarred her forever."

"Well, you scarred me forever when you first plugged this dick into my cunt in the car," I countered.

"I wouldn't call that scarring, I would call that awakening," he countered right back.

"Well if so, I sure can't get back to sleep," I laughed.

"Neither can this," he joked back, as I glanced down and saw his cock was still semi-erect... already four loads today.

The waitress finally came back and avoided eye contact with me as she delivered the bill and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Feeling like making her even more uncomfortable, I replied brightly, "No thanks, I'm pretty stuffed after that creamy dessert."

Cory added, "Oh, I plan to do more stuffing of you yet tonight."

"Gobble, gobble," I gobbled, as the girl's face went beet red.

"You're going to corrupt this poor girl for life," Cory fake rebuked me.

I apologized, "Sorry miss, I just can't get enough of him."

"It's okay, ma'am," the waitress said, her face bright red, still not looking at me.

The word 'ma'am' annoyed me, but I let it go.

We paid, or actually he paid, which was sweet I thought, before we went to meet the realtor.

"So you're promising me two more loads?" I questioned, as I drove, following the GPS directions Cory had entered in his phone.

"At least," Cory responded.

"How many rounds are in that pistol?" I questioned.

"Don't know. I've never run out," he joked. "All I know is it's more than a six-shooter."

"Good to know," I smirked. "I do like being gunned down."

"And I love the target practice," he wittingly shot back.

For the next twenty minutes, traffic was brutal. We talked about his father and the beginning of the school year.

I asked, "Are you really okay with my living nearby?"

"I insist on it," he nodded.

"I don't want to cramp your style," I said, knowing that at some point these wild days of sucking and fucking his mother would fade. No way could we keep up this intensity of lust... I just wasn't as young as he was.

"Mom, I want you nearby because you're my Mom," he said. After a pause, he added, "That, plus I like having a three-hole cum bucket nearby."

"You had me at three-hole cum bucket," I joked sarcastically.

"I should mention though that I do have a girlfriend of sorts," he said.

I felt jealous. Yet, I asked, trying to be casual, "Can you define 'a girlfriend of sorts'?"

"Well, we've never labelled it. We hang out sometimes. We fuck."

"Is she hotter than I am?" I asked outwardly playfully, yet fishing for an answer that would help me feel good about myself.

"You're both very hot," he said.

"Is she as big a slut as I am?" I asked, hoping I could at least get a moral victory. Or I suppose an immoral one.

Cory laughed, "Only 67% as big. So far she's only offered me two holes."

"That dirty cock-tease," I joked.

"But she's bi," he added.

It popped out of my mouth before I even had time to think, "So you want to see Mommy eat cunt?"

He coughed, surprised by my words. "That wasn't what I meant at all."

"So you don't want to see Mommy eat cunt?" I whined, acting hurt.

"I didn't say that either," he corrected, clearly shocked for once... even after all we'd done together.

"Because I'd really like to do that," I told him before adding, "although I haven't done it since college."

"You've eaten pussy before?" he asked, very curious and intrigued.

"I did a lot of things in college."

"I'll want to hear more about that," he promised, as the GPS told us we were about to arrive at our destination.

"I'm sure you will," I smiled coyly, as I moved my hand to his dick... which was hard again. "Did the idea of Mommy munching box get you hard?"

"Perhaps," he shrugged, as I pulled to a stop.

As we climbed out of the car, he took my hand and led me to the first house. I said, looking at the small but modern house, "Looks cute."

We walked up to the door, which was immediately opened by a woman about my age, pretty but a bit chubby. She greeted, "Welcome, I hope you found your way here okay."

I nodded, "GPS is a life saver, although it doesn't warn you about construction."

"Yeah, it's the end of the construction season and it happens every year... they fall behind," the woman explained, before adding, "Oh, I'm Eve."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Sarah," I said, "and this is my son, I mean, yeah, this is my son, Cory." I wasn't sure how we were introducing ourselves here, but we were holding hands, which Eve had obviously noticed, since she glanced down briefly.

She explained, "So I'll show you the three houses I spoke with to your son about. This one is the cheapest because it's farthest away from the college, although it's a very quaint home and in a quiet neighborhood. Travel to the college, in non-construction times, is usually about fifteen minutes, twenty to thirty during rush hour."

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We did a tour of the house, which I thought was okay, but it didn't scream 'buy me'. We got back in the car and followed her the five minutes to the second house.

In the car, Cory said, "I thought we weren't son and mom today."

I admitted, "I oopsed and then wasn't sure how to go back."

"Well, that's going to make the future plans I had a little awkward," he said.

I moved my hand to his cock and asked, "Can I make it up to you?"

"But you're backseat Mommy, not front seat Mommy," he joked.

I laughed at the quick wit, but then added, as I fished his cock out of his pants, "Can't I be both?"

"That you can," he nodded.

Once I had it out, I bent down and took it in my mouth, experiencing a rush of adrenaline at sucking dick while he drove.

When he slowed down I paused, but he ordered, "Keep sucking, it's just a red light."

I obeyed, my pussy getting wet yet again... my son creating a never-ending flow of pussy juice inside me.

I began bobbing now that he was hard, as he came to a complete stop at the signal.

"Oh yeah, this is the life," he groaned.

I couldn't disagree, only wishing I could have discovered this cock... and incest with him... far earlier.

I continued sucking gently, knowing there was no way he'd shoot another load during the brief drive.

A couple minutes later he announced, "We're here."

I bobbed one final deep throat... loving to have his cock tickling my tonsils, before I sat back up. "God, I just can't get enough of your big prick."

"Those are the hottest words you've said yet," he praised.

"'Ream my asshole' wasn't hot?" I cross-examined.

"Okay, they are some of the hottest words," he corrected, as he put his hammer stick away for the time being.

The next house I didn't like at all. The paint colours were terrible, the kitchen was small and the bathroom even smaller. Eve could tell my dislike, as she reassured in the way realtors always do, "Don't worry, I saved the best for last."

As soon as we were back in the car, Cory ordered, "Get back to work, I want to be ready to park my car in your garage at our next stop."

My eyes went wide. As I fished his cock out, I asked, "And how do you plan to do that?"

"The normal way... by shoving my dick in your cunt," he shrugged casually, as he guided my head to his cock.

Would I commit incest in front of another woman? Even while she would know it was incest?

Would he fuck me in front of another woman?

Why was the idea of his pounding me in front of another woman so exciting?

Fuck, he was really turning me into the slut who had been hiding there all along.

Or he was reawakening an inner slut who had been dormant since I hooked up with Alex.

Either way... I was his slut and if he decided to lift up my skirt to slam and nail me in front of this pretty woman, I'd shamelessly beg for him to hammer away. I'd even go down on her if he told me to.

He declared, "Last stop."

"And this is good until the last drop," I rhymed, taking his cock out of my mouth.

He chuckled, "The next load isn't going anywhere that has taste buds."

"I know, you still have two more holes of mine needing deposits," I tallied, as I watched him hide his dick in his pants.

This house was perfect! It was the one closest to my son's dorm and thus the closest to his dick. It wasn't too big, but it wasn't too small. It had a big kitchen and even a Jacuzzi that I was already imagining testing out with Cory. Not surprisingly, this one was the most expensive.

Cory whispered, "Horny?" as his hand slyly squeezed my ass.

"Always," I responded, curious what crazy stunt he could have in mind.

"Eve," he said, "Mom and I would like to spend a few minutes alone to talk, if that's all right."

"Sure," Eve nodded. "I'll be just outside. I need to return a call anyway."

"Thank you," Cory said, as he grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs. As soon as we heard the front door close, Cory ordered, at the entrance to the upstairs hallway, "Knees."

I never needed to be told twice to serve my son, so I dropped to my knees and fished out his semi-hard cock. I complained with a joking pout, "You're not even completely hard for me."

"I like to make you work for it," he answered, as I took his cock in my mouth and finished getting it nice and hard for my pussy or ass, whichever hole he planned to deposit load five into.

After a couple minutes he ordered, "Bend over the bannister."

I did it quickly, my fevered cunt dying to be pillaged.

He lifted up my dress, squeezing my ass as he slid into my wet box.

"Oh yes baby, fuck Mommy," I moaned, loving the threat of the realtor right outside catching us in flagrante delicto.

"So is this the house you want me to fuck you in for the next four years?" he asked, slamming into me hard.

"Probably, but there are a lot of locations in here to test out," I purred.

"Including that Jacuzzi tub," he pointed out.

"Already thought about that!" I laughed, thinking how hot it was that we were both thinking the same nasty thoughts.

"If you hadn't told her you were my mother I had planned this load to be coating your face," he revealed after a couple minutes of hard, deep fucking.

"Oh my," I moaned, both shocked and turned on by it. I loved being a slut for my son and wasn't remotely ashamed by it... although I sure didn't want people to know we were committing incest... I hadn't yet looked into the laws about incest, but I assumed they weren't particularly friendly to mothers who fucked their sons...even if both of them were of legal age. Nevertheless, the important thing to me was it was my son's decision to make. "Go ahead if you want, I'm not ashamed to be your Mommy-slut."

"Oh, I have great plans for you, Mom," he groaned, slamming into me hard.

"You'd better," I moaned back, enjoying each deep thrust... each time his body met mine... his cock setting my pussy on fire with just one touch.

He pounded me with a few more hard thrusts before pulling out.

"Get that dick back into me, young man," I ordered, trying to sound motherly.

He laughed, "That doesn't work anymore, my slut. Plus, the realtor is waiting."

"Fine," I said, even though it definitely wasn't fine, my pussy hating the feeling of being empty. I followed my son out of the house and over to the real estate agent who was next to her car on her cell phone, apparently none the wiser.

She hung up and asked, seeming to notice my red cheeks, but not saying anything, "So? Is this the one?"

"Definitely," I nodded.

"Great," she smiled. "I'll get the paperwork started."

I was really excited about having my own house, one containing all the nooks and crannies where I hoped to get my cranny nookied by my son.

Once back in the car, Cory said, "I want some ice cream."

"I want some warm cream," I countered, putting my hand on his crotch.

"That can be arranged," he smiled, his tone sounding like he had something wicked in mind.

"I hope so," I said, giving a firm squeeze to his hard cock.

"He started driving and I asked, "Can I get my hot cream?"

"Not yet."

"Fine," I settled for again, once again it not actually being 'fine'. I wanted my son's cock inside me... all three of my holes were waiting impatiently to be pillaged by his great dick.

We drove for a few minutes, talking about the house and all the crap we still had to do.

Suddenly, as we slowed down, he ordered, "Get sucking."

"I thought you'd never ask," I joked, as I fished out his cock and we pulled into the drive-thru of Dairy Queen.

"Since I couldn't give you a facial in front of the real estate MILF, I'm going to do it in front of whomever is manning the drive-thru," he announced, his earlier delay suddenly making sense.

I leaned down and began bobbing, tasting myself on his dick. Truthfully, I would prefer his dick to be pounding my pussy or ass, but the idea of getting a facial in front of a random stranger was pretty erotic.

"Oh God, you're the best cock sucker I've ever had!" Cory groaned.

I loved those words. I loved being appreciated. I loved being used. I kept bobbing, wanting that load all over my face.

I sucked for a minute or two, before he rolled down the window and I heard a tinny voice ask, "Can I take your order?"

Cory replied, "Yes, can I get a hot fudge sundae?"

"Is that all?" he asked.

Cory asked, "Do you want anything, Mom?" He called me Mom!

I replied, "I'm happy with this popsicle stick."

"That will be everything," Cory said to the voice.

"$2.25 at the first window," the voice said.

"Thank you," Cory replied.

The car rolled up slowly and I kept bobbing like a cum junkie needing my next fix.

"Oh yes, Mom," he groaned, "Your mouth is magical."

I moaned on his cock in response.

The car rolled up some more.

I kept sucking as it came to a stop.

"We're next," he moaned, as I sensed he was getting really closer.

I kept bobbing as he stopped at the window. "That will be two twenty-fiiiiive," a guy said, as he saw me bobbing.

Cory tossed off, "Sorry, Mom couldn't wait for the ice cream."

"Come on your Mommy," I demanded, as I took his cock out of my mouth and furiously pumped his cock as I looked up at the stunned guy's face.

Cory added, "Keep the change."

He stammered, as he stared at me, "O-o-okay."

"That's it, Mom, I'm going to come all over your face," he groaned, as he started rolling forward.

"Oh yes, come on Mommy, baby," I continued, loud enough for the stunned guy to hear me.

"Oh God, get ready, Mommy-slut," Cory groaned, as I kept pumping his cock.

Seconds later, his load erupted in the air and I moved my face very close so the warm semen would coat my face... knowing that he wanted me to have a full facial in place for the next attendant.

Cory told me, now completely spent, "Sit back up."

I did, and he put his cock away just before we rolled up to the second window.

A girl handed the sundae to Cory, and I leaned forward, making sure she saw my cum-coated face and asked, "Can we also order a chocolate milkshake?"

The girl's face paled, as she stared at my cum-coated face. "Um, sure. $3.50."

"Can you buy me a milkshake, son?" I asked, taking the sundae.

"Well, you wasted the first milkshake," he joked, before adding, "But I guess so."

The girl gasped, looking disgusted, as Cory gave her five dollars. She took the money and went away.

I whispered, "I don't think she approves of our incestuous relationship."

"Or maybe she just thinks you're a slut," he joked.

"I'm your Mommy slut, and proud of it," I smiled.

"That you are," he nodded, smiling at me.

"Are you sure you still have two more loads stored away in those big balls of yours?" I asked, still needing to have second loads deposited in both my pussy and asshole.

"At least two," Cory promised, as a guy came with the milkshake.

He gasped, as he handed Cory the milkshake, "Holy crap."

"Actually it's cum," I corrected, "his crap is usually brown," before scooping a big gob and putting it happily in my mouth as the stunned college boy stared.

"Mom, did I give you permission to eat my cum?" Cory scolded, putting the milkshake in the console.

"No, Master," I answered, putting my head down.

Cory said, as if apologizing, "Mom sluts, they're so disobedient," before he pulled away.

As soon as we started driving away, I laughed, "Why does everything you make me do get my cunt wet?"

"Because you're a nasty Mommy cum-slut," he answered, which not atypically made my cunt wet.

"You always know the right words to say," I joked, sitting back in my seat as he parked.

He began eating his ice cream and I asked, "So, what is the average time for you to reload?"

He shrugged, "In the morning it's instant, after five loads it's about fifteen minutes."

"God, I love you," I said all giddy like a schoolgirl... I hadn't been fucked twice in the same day in two decades, until Cory took me and made me his slut.

"I love you too," he smiled, giving my leg a gentle squeeze.

We did indeed fuck two more times that night... both back in his dorm room. The first time, I rode him for a good twenty minutes while he watched sports highlights before spewing a second load in my cunt.

Then we had our last fuck of the night the old-fashioned way... in a bed... although the hard twenty-minute ass fucking was less old fashioned... before he deposited a sixth and final load in me... successfully completing our double trifecta.

We were lying in bed, both completely spent, when he asked, "So you will obey my every command?"

"Yes, Master," I replied, loving being so submissive, loving the simplicity and safety of just giving myself to him mind, body and soul.

"Cool," he said.

I waited for more, but there wasn't any.

After a minute of waiting, I was about to ask him to expand on his one-word answer, I had always hated one-word answers, when I heard him start to snore.

The fucker... he could still fall asleep in a heartbeat.

As I pondered what might lie ahead, I couldn't help but be in awe of how quickly life can turn around. I was retired, had been about to deal with empty nest syndrome by moving into a new home and travelling with my husband, and yet here I was, cum leaking out of my ass, sleeping in the same bed as my son, completely unsure about what lay ahead.

Yet, as I replayed my multiple orgasms and seven loads spewed in me or on me, I decided it didn't matter... I was with the man I loved more than any other, and I was ready to take whatever ride he decided to take me on (pun intended).

The End... maybe.

Coming next if enough people want it, one or more of the following three:

Backseat Mommy: MILF's Lap of Luxury

Mom gets up close and personal with son's college girlfriend.

Backseat Mommy: Mom's Incest 3some

Mom seduces college daughter during Thanksgiving break.

Backseat Mommy: Mom's Mistress

Sister-in-law surprises her with a visit and a threesome.

Backseat Mommy: Mom's Lap of Luxury - Incest/Taboo

Mom explores her bi side and is caught by her son and...

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Summary: Mom explores her bi side and is caught by her son.

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This is part seven of the Backseat Mommy series.

In part one, Backseat Mommy: A Long Hard Ride, Sarah, a mom, is forced to sit on her son's lap for a long drive. As the day progresses, she is unable to resist the temptation of her son's cock.

In part two, Backseat Mommy: Ass Fucked, Sarah now craves her son's cock and is at his mercy. After willingly taking it in the ass in a truck stop bathroom, she eagerly finishes the job in the backseat of the car as her husband drives in the pouring rain.

In part three, Backseat Mommy: Gloryhole Slut, Sarah questions her marriage and after a tease in the backseat, another tease in the hotel room while her husband is in the bathroom, she has two fantasies come true when her son takes her to a glory hole.

In part four, Backseat Mommy: Husband's Asleep, Sarah knows she has to tell her husband it's over, but not before they drop Cory off at college. That night, Sarah sneaks into her son's bed with her sleeping husband a few feet away and gets fucked in all three holes.

In part five, Backseat Mommy: Jam-Packed With Cum, on the final day of the drive Sarah attempts to fulfill a promise of taking a load in all three of her holes, plus a facial.

In part six, Backseat Mommy: Lustful 3-Hole Slut, Sarah breaks up with her husband, who has his own secrets to share; strangely, they bond more closely with each other than ever before even as they part ways, and she heads back to visit her son at college, determined to take two loads in each of her three holes... and her quick-reloading son is more than happy to oblige.

Note 1: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, and Wayne for editing.

I won't bore you with the details of the rest of the weekend, although I found them far from boring, as we fucked in the morning, in the afternoon and in the evening. All three of my holes were thoroughly lubricated by his abundance of cum, and by Monday morning when he headed off to school, I finally knew how I wanted to die when it was time: being fucked to death.

On Monday, I made an offer on the last house we'd looked at, spent Monday at the spa (four hours of full body pampering, I wanted to be fresh for my man and look fucking amazing as well) and banking (two more hours, who knew how much work was involved in changing all your contacts, dependents and so forth).

That night I sucked Cory for over an hour as he read a textbook... before he finally flipped me onto all fours and fucked me doggy style... coming in my cunt.

On Tuesday I was back at the bank signing papers for the house, but only after spending a couple hours of nonstop haggling where I saved five grand. I would own the house in ten days, which was pretty exciting.

Over the next three weeks I moved into the house, repainted most of the rooms, furnished it and, of course, was my son's booty call whenever he wanted me.

Sometimes he would text me to meet him at school in our 'special bathroom', sometimes he would take me in his dorm room, and occasionally he would come over and spend the night.

His cock, his cum and his power over me had become my addictions, and I couldn't get enough.

When he didn't call for more than a couple days though... I got restless.

I was constantly horny.

Any day that Cory didn't give me his dick and his cum, I was frustrated... I'd go through withdrawal... ironic, as I'd often gone for weeks without any cock at all before my backseat marathon began with my studly, big cocked son.

But my sexual reawakening had changed me completely, and I was constantly hungry for his cock... for his cum... for his dominance.

So although every couple of hours I wanted to text Cory to please come over and fuck my face, pound my pussy and ream my ass, I knew I needed to give him some space... I couldn't act like some needy mother... although in truth I was fucking needy for his cock.

It felt like I was experiencing a delayed, fucked up version of empty nest syndrome twenty-four seven.

So with no commitments to keep me busy, I tried to occupy myself.

I binge watched tons of shows, from re-watching every 'Friends' episode in order, to the new Netflix series 'Love', to 'Orange is the New Black', which was surprisingly interesting and hot.

I also began watching and reading more porn... especially lesbian porn, as I pondered whether I could find another woman to share my son with: either a sexy MILF or a delicious coed... the girl I'd briefly flirted with at the college bookstore popping into my head. We'd only swapped a few brief, sexy innuendos, but I'd felt a connection with her.

The stories and vids that turned me on the most were the ones where an older woman was seduced and dominated by a younger one.

I had no doubt that I was a submissive, and that I would give in to the right girl, if given the opportunity.

The idea of being dominated by a younger girl was completely intriguing, and it had become a new fantasy of mine whenever I wasn't taking my son's dick in one of my three holes. I had no interest in meeting a man, getting a boyfriend or getting fucked by a guy... my son fulfilled all my needs in that realm... but the more I read, and the more lesbian porn I watched, the more the idea of submitting to a girl turned me on.

So I did some research and learned there was a lesbian club in town, not too far from where I lived... but I wasn't sure I could bring myself to go there by myself. Perhaps with a lesbian lover sometime, if I had one.

Instead, I decided to return to the bookstore in hopes of checking in with the cute cashier there.

I ended up going there three times, but she was never working, and I didn't even know her name, so I couldn't ask whether she still worked there. I visualized myself describing, 'Well, I didn't catch her name, but she had brown hair, about yay tall, a uniform just like yours, sexy as hell...' Hopeless.

So I tried perusing Craigslist ads for female to female ads (w4w), which meant woman for woman.

There were many short and to the point ads: I didn't like those.

There were a few longer ads that that did intrigue me, though.

Lonely Housewife Looking to Play (w4w)

Does your husband ignore you? Are you alone and bored all day? Are you questioning your sexuality?

I am, and if you are like me, we should chat. Get to know each other. Perhaps play. I am new to this but want to find someone to explore my fantasies with.

Let's chat!

That one intrigued me, as although I didn't have a husband anymore except for a while longer on paper, I was super bored when Cory wasn't available, which was almost always during the day (minus the rare quickie he occasionally summoned me for), and I was indeed questioning my sexuality. I knew I didn't want to swear off men... or rather man, meaning Cory... but maybe it would feel right to expand my orientation without switching it.

Looking to fuck someone with my strap-on (w4w)

I believe the heading is rather self-explanatory, but I'll give you more details because I would want them if I had clicked on this.

I'm 22.

Lesbian.

Chubby and butch, with huge tits.

I like to fuck.

Hard.

I like to sit on a face and ride it to multiple orgasms.

PS: I don't eat pussy... I fuck pussy (and sometimes ass).

If still interested, why are you not already responding?

The dominant tone had me wet. The ideas of being fucked by a woman or being face ridden were both exciting. Yet... I don't know... the term butch threw me off a bit. I was okay with chubby, but I wanted a feminine woman.

The next and last one really intrigued me.

College Coed Looking for an older woman MILF (w4w)

Hi,

I'm 23, mostly straight but explored a bit this summer while in Europe. I originally told myself it was just a summer fling, but I keep reminiscing how amazing it was.

That said, I do not want anyone to know about it.

So I'm looking for someone older who can host and play.

I'm a bit shy, a self-proclaimed nerd, but get pretty wild when horny.

If interested, please respond soon as I am really, really craving, well I'll just say it, pussy.

PS: Discretion is a must.

She sounded so sweet and perfect.

I immediately responded to her.

Hi,

I'm Sarah. A mother of two adult children and going through empty nest syndrome.

I'm in the middle of an amicable divorce and have begun to question my sexuality.

To be honest I have never been with a girl, but I'm dying to make my growing curiosity a reality.

I'm 46, blonde hair, blue eyes with large 38D breasts, and my fetish is nylon stockings (I'm not sure you need to know this, but I thought I'd throw it out there).

I hope you respond back, but I will understand if you don't.

PS: I can host (I live alone so am available pretty much morning, afternoon or night) and can guarantee complete discretion. I'm also new to the city and know almost no one.

Sarah

I pressed send and then second-guessed whether I'd said too much.

Deciding not to stake all my bets on one possibility, I also reached out to the 'Lonely Housewife'.

Hi,

I'm Sarah.

I'm in the middle of an amicable divorce, but your other two questions are a BIG TIME YES. I am new to town, living alone and am bored morning, afternoon and night. I also have begun during the past few months to question my sexuality and have become more and more curious about being with a woman.

So perhaps we would be perfect for each other.

I can host or come to you.

Let's chat!

I pressed send and I pulled up some lesbian stories online.

I was reading my third story in a row, my pussy beginning to get very wet, when my phone alerted me that I had an email.

I checked, and saw it was from 'Lonely Housewife Looking to Play'.

Hi Sarah,

I was so excited to receive your message. The first three I received were crude and either from dirty old men, or women I don't want to meet.

But your response felt genuine.

I'm Brynn, I'm 33 (so a bit younger I hope that is okay), with three kids all in school during the day, and looking for a friend (hopefully with benefits).

I too just moved here as my husband got a job here and now lives at his office all day and much of the night. So I send him off to work, drop the kids off at school, do my daily household chores, pick the kids up from school, take them to their after-school activities, make dinner, etc. It has become my own 1950s Leave it To Beaver version of Groundhog Day.

The only highlight of my day is reading erotica or watching porn, usually lesbian but not always, and getting myself off with my way too old vibrator (I bought it in college).

But this is getting too routine.

Hopefully I have not scared you off... probably too much information for a first email... but I have this feeling that you are like me and will appreciate my being forthright.

Hope to hear from you soon

Brynn

She was so intriguing.

I wrote her back right away.

Nice to meet you Brynn.

First yes... I do appreciate your being forthright and your frank responses. You sound very interesting and just like me a dozen years ago. God, that makes me feel old. Although I should point out I don't really feel old... I actually feel rejuvenated in the midst of a divorce and my life-altering decision to move closer to my college son (who lives on campus).

Your life sounds exhausting and you clearly need a break in your day, and hopefully I can be part of that break.

I, on the other hand, or maybe it's more like the same hand, need a break from my mundane boredom (although I am definitely getting my money's worth on my Netflix account). I don't have your action packed life, I have no life (that sounds more pathetically depressing than I meant it to be).

Anyway, I would love to meet you. Maybe you can come over tomorrow after you drop off your kids at school. I will have coffee on, and we can chat with no expectations other than to get to know each other.

PS: What is your favourite lesbian story? Although I'm not sure I have only one, I love 'Training Teacher' by silkstockingslover. The idea of being seduced by a woman is stimulating and the idea of being a pet to a bunch of teenage girls is both humiliating and stimulating. (Shoot, now perhaps *I* said too much).

Sarah

I clicked send with anticipation that perhaps tomorrow I would meet her in person.

I then received a text from my son: Hungry?

I responded back: Always.

He texted back: My dorm room. Thirty minutes.

I responded back: I'll be there.

Knowing I'd be getting some dick soon, I left my burning cunt to simmer and got ready to leave. I needed to freshen up first. I always wanted to look as hot as possible for my son. I knew I was competing with a plethora of slutty college girls, so I needed to work extra hard to keep his focus on me. Luckily, college girls didn't usually go the extra mile like wearing nylons, immediately jumping in the car when texted, or taking it in all three holes.

As I finished getting ready with last minute touch-ups (lipstick, perfume), I got another email.

It was from Brynn again.

Although I needed to leave soon, I had to read it first.

Sarah

I would LOVE that.

I know this is a bit crazy and a bit fast... but I really sense that you are like me.

I drop my kids off at 8:30.

If you send me your address, I will come directly to you after I drop them off.

Looking forward to meeting you.

Brynn

PS: Off to pick up kids and return to my motherly duties after a brief interlude (corresponding with you) that broke the mundane cycle of my life. I'm not sure I have a favourite story, but I love reading any lesbian story. More about that later.

I quickly responded, as I slipped into my heels:

Brynn

I can't wait.

And I hope to break us both out of our mundane routines.

Sarah

PS: I'm off to have supper with my son.

Obviously, I didn't add that my supper was going to be my son's sausage.

After I pressed send, I realized I hadn't included my address, so I sent a second email with that and headed out.

Twenty minutes later, I was bent over my son's desk, getting fucked.

He asked, as he slammed into me while we had a weirdly nonsexual conversation, "So what have you been doing during the days?"

"Netflix," I answered, before adding, as I turned my head around to look at him coyly, "and a lot of porn."

"Really?" he asked.

"You've turned me into a sex-crazed slut," I pointed out.

"I think you helped turn yourself into one," he countered.

"Well, you played a big starring role," I said, stressing the word.

"Guilty as charged," he laughed, as he pounded me hard.

"And my jail sentence is waiting for you to summon me," I said, before adding, "while waiting in solitary confinement."

He laughed hard, "So when you're not taking my cock, you're in a figurative jail?"

"Exactly."

"Well, as judge and jury," he said, pulling out of my cunt and sliding into my ass, "I sentence you to a hard ass fucking."

"Objection," I protested playfully, as I would never object to his cock invading my ass.

"Overruled," he countered, as he held my hips and began slowly fucking my ass.

"Oh God son, fuck my ass," I moaned, after a dozen or so strokes, loving a cock in my ass as much as I loved one in my cunt.

"God, I love your ass, Mom," he groaned, my ass still amazingly tight, considering the multiple hard ass gaping poundings it had already taken from my son.

"Now be a nasty mother fucker and ream Mommy's asshole," I demanded, wanting him to really drill me.

"God, you're a dirty fucking ass slut," he said playfully, as he obliged my request.

"I'll always be your ass slut, son," I declared, knowing that until the day I died, all three of my holes would be available for his cock.

Even if I remarried, which was unlikely, I wouldn't give up my son's cock.

If he married, I'd make sure he understood that all three of my holes would remain available to him anytime, anyplace.

"You bet you will," he agreed, as he fucked the shit out of me... coming a couple minutes later inside my ass, just moments after my long-awaited orgasm erupted.

As cum dripped out of my ass and he got dressed, I asked, "So how is school going?"

"Busy."

"Not too busy to keep your mother filled with cock, is it?"

"Not yet," he laughed, "but midterms will be coming soon."

"Well, you do need to be able to focus on studying; and speaking with the knowledge of someone who's known you since birth, I'd say that depositing the occasional load in Mommy's mouth, pussy or asshole will likely help," I pointed out.

"I'll keep that in mind 'old friend'," he quipped, before adding, "I hate to fuck you and run, but I'm meeting some friends for dinner before we work on a project."

"Sure, sure," I nodded, happy to have had this fuck time with him, but feeling a little let down to be going home to an empty house.

"You okay?" he asked, noticing my tone.

"Sure," I nodded. "I just need to start meeting some people."

"I'm sure you will," he said, giving me a hug.

He kissed my lips tenderly and said, "I love you, Mom."

"I love you too, Cory," I reciprocated, loving this moment of sweet intimacy after such a nasty fuck session.

"You can stay here as long as you wish," he offered.

"Thanks, but I'll just clean up and get going."

"Okay, see you soon."

"It better be soon," I said in a motherly voice as he left.

I washed up and headed out. In the hallway was a good looking-guy who proved himself a jerk as he smiled and said, grabbing his crotch, "If you're still hungry, I have something you'll like."

"I don't do mini-sausage," I quipped back, not appreciating his assumption I that was some slut walking out of a dorm room... even though I was some slut walking out of a dorm room.

"Your loss," he said, slapping my ass as I walked by.

"I doubt it," I said, choosing to ignore the rude slap, even though part of me was flattered to be hit on by a college guy.

Deciding I should be prepared for whatever tomorrow might bring, I stopped at a sex shop and bought a few new toys: two rabbit vibrators (one for Brynn as a nice-to-meet-you gift, albeit quite a forward one) and a strap-on cock just in case. I wasn't sure which of us would be wearing it, but I hoped it might come in useful, if not tomorrow, then maybe someday.

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I picked up some food, went home, ate, had a bath, a glass of wine, and was considering going to bed early... knowing I needed to get up much earlier than my usual nine-thirty so I could host Brynn, when I received an email from 'College Coed Looking for an older woman MILF'.

Hi,

Thank you for responding.

You sound lovely. I'm 23, brunette, brown eyes, 32B small breasts (but big sensitive nipples) and, believe it or not, I also like nylons. My parents are both in politics and I was expected to dress professionally at many political events.

Are you available now?

I can come to you ASAP.

I hate to be so forward, but I am really horny and well, if I'm being frank, need to eat a pussy right now!!!

Please text me at this number if you are available.

My cunt gushed at her offer.

So although I had an intriguing possible lesbian encounter planned for the morning, I texted her my address.

She responded that she lived close by and would be over in ten minutes.

I put on a sexy red lingerie set I'd bought and not yet used for Cory. It included garters for a pair of stockings, which I fastened in place of course, leaving the panties off.

This was a booty call... or whatever the lesbian version would be called... a pussy call perhaps?

I slipped on a robe, poured myself another glass of wine, downed it, and sauntered into the living room.

I wasn't nervous at all until the doorbell rang.

Then I became a bundle of nerves.

What was I doing?

How did I know she was even of legal age?

What if she wasn't who she said she was?

What if she was a serial killer?

I went to the door and peeked through my peephole.

My worries quelled.

She was the cutest young thing ever. She indeed looked like a nerd... but a cute one. She had glasses on, her hair in a ponytail and was in a cute sundress (although I couldn't tell if she was wearing nylons).

The only concern remaining was whether she was old enough... she'd said she attended college, but I wanted to make sure.

I opened the door and she apologized, "Sorry I'm late."

This broke the ice instantly, as I laughed, "By what, thirty seconds?"

"A whole minute," she confessed, looking so nervous.

"Come in, you terrible latecomer," I smiled, as she timidly walked in.

I closed the door and saw she was wearing pantyhose, or at least nylons of some sort. I said, "I hate to be that woman, but can you please confirm your age?"

She laughed awkwardly as she opened her purse, still not really making eye contact with me, "I do look young I know, but I'm almost twenty-four."

She handed me her ID and examining it I said, "You could pass for a high schooler for sure."

"It's a curse," she said, the conversation seeming to relax her a bit as I handed back her ID.

"Or a blessing," I said. "One day you'll want to be mistaken for younger."

"Speaking of which, I can't believe you're forty-six," she said, looking straight at me for the first time, "you look a lot younger."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," I smiled, as I took her hand and led her into the living room. I then decided that this encounter was going to be awkward until we got to the real reason she was here, so I turned back to her, drew her to me and kissed her.

It was the right thing to do for both of us.

My butterflies vanished.

Hers did as well.

I was also surprised by how much softer her lips were than Cory's or my ex Alex's. The kiss soon became tender and intimate as we both relaxed.

I broke the kiss and asked, trying to be playful, yet sensing she'd need a bit of guidance to get to the real reason she was here, "Ready to kiss my other lips?"

"Yes, ma'am," she grinned from ear to ear, kind of like the Cheshire Cat.

"Take off my robe," I instructed gently.

"Yes, ma'am," she repeated, already in a lustful submissive daze.

She undid my robe, opened it to see what I was wearing and she literally gasped, "Oh wow!"

"Like?"

I couldn't explain it, but seeing the lust in her eyes and the hunger on her face felt exhilarating. It felt like when Cory had first lusted after me.

"You're beautiful," she said, as she scanned my entire body and I shrugged the robe to the floor.

"Thank you, my dear," I said. "You're very cute yourself."

"Thank you, ma'am," she said, admiring my body and clearly wanting to explore it, yet incapable of doing anything without permission.

I moved my hands to her hips and pulled her dress up and off of her. She was in a cute pink bra and panty set with nude pantyhose. "You have a great body..." I began, and realized I didn't even know her name. "Um, what's your name, sweetheart?"

"Rachel," she answered, her body shivering as I admired it.

"What a beautiful name," I said, as I embraced her shoulders and kissed her again. She kissed me back as I reached around and unclasped her bra.

I tossed the bra away, broke the kiss and said, as I admired her small but perky breasts and her huge hard nipples, "You have amazingly cute breasts."

"They're small," she apologized.

I reached up and cupped them in my hands saying, "Trust me, you wouldn't want them to be my size, they're back killers."

"I never thought of that," she moaned as my fingers traced over her nipples.

"And these ones are so enticing," I said, as I sucked her left nipple into my mouth.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned; clearly her nipples were one of her erogenous zones.

"Your lovely nipples aren't small at all: they're so big and hard and delicious," I purred, as I moved to her other nipple and replicated the attention.

"God, yes," she trembled, as I pleased her.

I shifted into tutor mode for a moment and said, "Pantyhose are fine for business attire, but for playtime I think you need something more practical."

"Practical?"

"Yes, so I can have quick and easy access to that young, ripe pussy of yours," I explained, my hand going to her pussy, which was already quite wet.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, "you don't have to please me, Sarah. I came here to please you."

"Can't we please each other?" I asked, curious to know what licking another girl would taste like, would feel like.

"S-s-sure, i-i-if that's okay with you," she stammered, as I rubbed her pussy through her pantyhose and panties.

"It is okay and hold that thought; I'll be right back," I said, dashing into the kitchen for a moment.

"Okay," she said, so flushed I could have fried an egg on her cheek.

I grabbed a pair of scissors and returned. She looked at me, slightly perplexed as I knelt before her, snipped a tidy hole in her pantyhose and tossed aside the obstructive nylon to gain access to her twat.

I then tugged her panties aside and dove in, tasting my first pussy ever.

"Oh, God!" she gasped and moaned at the same time.

"So delicious," I crooned as I sampled her sweet nectar. It was so much more tantalizingly tasty than men ever let on.

My tongue parted her hairless pussy lips and I got a very good taste of her wetness as she put her hands on my shoulders, I believe for balance, as her breathing deepened.

I was like an explorer discovering new uncharted territory and entering a new world, where everything was new and exciting.

I traced her pussy lips.

I teased her big, swollen clit.

I parted her pussy lips with wide paintbrush-like strokes.

"Please... may I taste you too?" she begged after three four minutes, perhaps more. I'd lost track of time in my exploration.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned, as I stood up, took her hand and led her upstairs to my bedroom.

We climbed on the bed together, and she surprised me by pushing me onto my back and wordlessly burying her face in my pussy. Evidently she wasn't all submissive. I was good with that.

It was my turn to moan, 'Oh, God," as she began licking me.

Cory typically licked me a little... but then it usually quickly progressed to a hard cunt pounding or a deep ass drilling, both of which I loved. Both got me off splendidly.

But this experience was something completely different.

This was a slow burn... a volcanic build up. She began in my pussy, which was a bit like a Yellowstone mud pot, warm and moist and thick, but her attentions soon brought more moisture flowing into it until it became more like a hot spring. Maybe there'd be a geyser soon.

She'd clearly eaten pussy before, soon getting me moaning with pleasure with her fast-paced tongue movements... followed by random taps on my clit... followed by slow deep licks... followed even by her tongue, tubular and stiffened, trying to probe inside me.

I was a muddled mess, and she a hungry cunt muncher.

But even as my orgasm was building, I wanted to taste her again. "Shift around, I want to eat your cunt, too."

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as she sucked on my clit hard for a moment, before spinning around, straddling my face and diving her face back into my pussy.

I wrapped my hands around her ass, pulled my head up and began licking, after once again pushing her annoying panties out of the way.

I was engaged in my first lesbian 69.

It was amazing!

Our moans echoed in the room like a sexual symphony as we both devoured each other's pussies. Licking, sucking and probing with reckless hunger.

I came first, screaming into her pussy, "Yes, I'm coming!"

She eagerly lapped up my flooding cum for a good minute as I came and came, before surprising me as she sat up... sat completely on my face and began grinding.

It was the second hottest thing I'd ever had done to me... after, of course, getting fucked in a car by my son while my husband was driving.

I extended my tongue and enjoyed this surreal ride as her wetness coated my face like a pussy shower.

Although her moans and sounds were muted somewhat by her legs clamped around my ears, I could hear her babbling, "Oh God, fuck, yes, fuck, oh mother fucking hell!"

Then my already wet face got a complete cunt cum shower as she came in excessive abundance all over my face, almost drowning me before collapsing forward.

Greedily wanting even more of her cum, I leaned up and buried my face in her flooding cunt, lapping up as much of her cum as possible.

A minute later, she spun around and kissed me.

Tender.

Intimate.

Breaking the kiss, she said, "Thank you."

"No, thank you," I smiled.

"I hope we can do this again," she said, as she got down off the bed.

"You have my cell number,' I said. "Text me whenever you need a snack or an orgasm."

"You may get a lot of texts," she said, as I too got off the bed.

"I hope so," I said, before adding, "and I'll meet you anywhere."

"Now you're tempting me way too much," she said, as we went down to the living room to get her dress.

"You never know when your hunger might need to be quenched," I said.

She grabbed her dress and said, "I'm often hungry."

"Me too," I said.

Her dress on, she said, "Thanks, again, umm... Sarah, I really needed that."

I nodded, "Me too, and next time you come over maybe I'll put on the strap-on I just bought."

She walked over to me, kissed me once more, broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, "Or maybe I'll fuck you."

She still has to pause to remember my name, but maybe she's more dominant than I thought!

My body trembled in anticipation as I smiled, "You can fuck me anytime and in any hole you want."

"I'll keep you to that," she said.

"You better," I said, before she headed out.

Realizing I was exhausted, I locked the door behind her, shut off the lights as soon as her car had driven away, went upstairs and collapsed in my bed, not even bothering to take off my lingerie. I did notice a wet spot on my bed, her cum, so I rolled over and took a lingering sniff and a reminiscent lick before falling asleep.

...

I woke up next morning begrudgingly, because my alarm had gone off. That never happened. What the fuck?

I hated getting up early.

Yet as I woke up, I recalled yesterday.

The wild evening encounter with an innocent-appearing yet sexually knowledgeable and surprisingly assertive college student.

I then recalled the reason I'd set my alarm.

A woman was coming over, possibly for sex.

I stripped out of my lingerie, ran downstairs naked to start coffee (gotta remember those caffeine priorities), went back upstairs to take a quick shower and put on new lingerie. This time it was a short sheer black nightie, black thigh highs and nothing else.

I wasn't sure where this visit was going to lead, but my attire was going to inform her that this could be no more than a friendly visit if she wished, or my preference, a friend with benefits visit. My taste for cunt having been confirmed yesterday, I was already looking forward to more. Looking forward to perhaps eating a fresh warm pussy for breakfast.

I put on my robe, not wanting to look too flagrant, especially while answering the door, poured myself a coffee, read the latest news on my new iPad and waited.

I was on my second mug of coffee when the doorbell rang.

Like last night, I was instantly excited.

Unlike last night, there was no bundle of nerves.

Last night had helped me discover another side of my sexuality, and today I was looking forward to exploring it some more.

I didn't even look through the peephole this time, I just opened the door and greeted, "Hi, Brynn."

"HI, Sarah," the very pretty but chubby blonde woman smiled, dressed casually in a blouse and a long skirt, no nylons I noticed, although it was obvious that she'd done her hair and makeup for this meeting.

"Come in," I offered.

She walked in and asked, noticing I was in my robe, "Did I arrive too early?"

"No, no," I reassured her as I walked into the kitchen, "I just like being comfortable in the morning."

"In nylons?"

I nodded, "I'm always in nylons, it's my thing," as I led her into the kitchen.

"Never been a fan," she said, following me.

"Depends on which brand, some are scratchy, but the good ones feel amazing against your skin," I said, as I went to the coffee pot. "Would you like a mug of coffee?"

"Yes, please," she said, as she sat down at the table.

"What do you like in it?"

"Just black, please."

I brought her the coffee, sat down and said, "So, before this gets awkward, let me just start by saying I'm thrilled you stopped by."

"Me too," she said. "You're a lot prettier than I imagined."

"Thank you," I smiled, always liking compliments. I returned one back, "As are you."

"Thanks," she said, before adding, "I don't hear that much, anymore."

"Men," I sighed.

"Exactly," she agreed.

"So have you had breakfast yet?" I asked.

"A bagel," she answered.

"I know I said no expectations, but since last night, my mood has changed. Do you mind if I get myself some breakfast?" I asked, standing up.

"Go ahead," she said, not catching on yet to my real meaning.

"I like my breakfast fresh," I pushed the metaphor, deciding to be the most brazen I'd ever been with a woman. (Not a very high bar, since Raven had been the first woman I'd ever come onto in my life, but I still felt I was expanding my boundaries.) I lowered myself to the floor, crawled under the table and parted her legs.

"Oh, my," she gasped, although she did allow me to part her legs.

"Do you mind?" I asked, as I reached for her panties.

"We're moving a little fast," she said tentatively even as she raised her ass to let me pull down her panties... apparently her words and body weren't speaking to each other.

I said, as I looked at her hairy pussy, "I'm too old to play mind games. I just take what I want, and what I want right now is some fresh pie. Unless you have any last-minute objections."

Before she could offer any, I leaned forward and licked her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, as my tongue made contact. "No one has licked me down there in years."

"We can't let that sorry state stand any longer," I said, shaking my head at the uselessness of her husband. I licked her pussy, first clearing a path through her hairy bush, which made it a little more awkward at first than Rachel's shaved snatch, but the scent was a lot stronger... obviously captured in her abundance of hair... a pussy bouquet presented her way.

"That feels sooo nice," she moaned, after I'd given her a few licks.

"You taste sooo good," I said, knowing the insecurities a woman has about the way she tastes. Again, men!

"He didn't think so that one time," she said in a bitter tone. "And that was that."

"He's a fucking dumb ass, you're delicious," I said, as I licked her.

"He's that all right, among other things," she agreed with a moan.

I licked her for a few minutes, enjoying my breakfast, lost in her taste and aroma as if I were wandering in a sex garden, as her moans slowly increased.

"Oh, God, Sarah, you're amazing," she said, her sighs, moans and other involuntary sounds getting louder.

"I'm bathing in your ambience, but I want more: I want to taste your cum, Brynn," I encouraged. "I want you to come all over my face."

"Then finger fuck me," she demanded in a rather urgent tone.

"As you wish," I replied, sliding two fingers inside her very wet pussy.

"Yes, finger bang me!" she moaned loudly.

I obliged, rapidly pumping two fingers in and out of her, simultaneously attacking her clit with my mouth.

"Don't fucking stop," she demanded, which I had no intention of doing.

"Come for me," I ordered.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes," she screamed, and her orgasm hit her after just a few finger pumps.

I pulled my fingers out and hungrily lapped up her creamy cum.

After a couple more minutes of lavish dining, I crawled out from under the table and used a hand to scoop her fluids from my flooded face into my mouth, smacked my lips dramatically and said, looking at her red cheeks, "Best breakfast ever."

"And I was worried how we could break the ice and end up playing," Brynn said, still recovering from her orgasm.

"I figured so long as you were willing, a direct approach was a lot better than a timid game of will we, won't we," I said as I sipped on my coffee.

"Well, you definitely broke the ice."

Deciding to keep this going, I asked, as I dropped my robe and hopped on the table in front of her, "Ready to return the favour?"

"Well... yes, but... I've never done this before," she said.

"I hadn't myself before last night," I admitted, as I spread my legs and let her take a good look at my shaved snatch.

"Last night?" she asked, as she looked first at my cunt and then up to me.

"Yeah, crazy story," I said.

"I still can't believe I just cheated on my husband, but I'm not sure whether I'm sorry," she said, again looking down at my cunt and back up to my eyes.

"That is why you came over here, isn't it?" I asked, as I moved my left hand to begin lightly stroking my pussy.

"Yes... no... kind of," she said, looking a little frazzled. She then added, "I wanted to meet you and see where it went."

"Okay. And where is it going?" I asked, slowly rubbing myself, drawing the fluids I'd generated while getting her off up to my clit, feeling like a seductive temptress, which was quite the rush.

"I don't know," she said, her head very like a yoyo as it went up and down, face to pussy, up and down.

Deciding to give her my very abbreviated and non-incestuous version of my past couple of months, I explained, "It's entirely your decision. But if you want my advice, if you're going to spend the rest of your life feeling guilty about cheating on your husband, it's not worth it. On the other hand, I cheated on mine a few months ago, only to learn later that he'd been cheating on me for years. We decided to get a divorce, but only after agreeing that my cheating was the best thing that could have happened for both of us. It turned out to be a catalyst for us each to begin living the lives we wanted. But I understand that you're not me, and it's your life. Take your time; tell me your thoughts."

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She pondered for at least a minute before replying. "I think... what I think is... if he'd been giving me a fair shake in the bedroom even occasionally for all these years, I wouldn't even be here today."

"True," I agreed, "but you need to be sure. Once you lick cunt there is no going back, or at least that's my very recent experience."

"Fuck it," she said, a few minutes of patience and understanding being all she seemed to need before crossing the invisible line between straight and bi.

"So does that mean you want to eat my cunt?" I asked.

"Yes, let's do this!" she exclaimed with no further hesitation.

"And you also want to be my pussy pleasing pet, don't you?" I asked, recalling many of the Mistresses in online stories, and feeling that in this case I was the seductress, and she was about to become my submissive pet.

"Yes," she whispered, with her eyes once again fixed on my cunt. "I want to eat your cunt," she continued, watching unblinkingly as I slid a finger almost all the way inside myself. "No, that's not quite right: I need to eat your cunt."

"And to be my pet?"

"Yes..." she whispered, "please?" painfully embarrassed even to be requesting such a thing.

I pulled my finger out of myself and placed it against her lips. "Go ahead my pet, have a taste."

She mindlessly opened her mouth and sucked my wetness off my finger.

"Good girl," I encouraged, having read that positive reinforcement was important in the training of a pet.

I pulled out my finger and asked, "Do you want to taste it directly from the source?"

"God, yes," she answered, her hesitations and insecurities fading, either because of my seductive words or my tempting cunt... or likely both.

"And to be my little cunt licking slut?" I tempted her, feeling a massive rush of adrenaline as I took the dominant role. I wasn't sure if using the word 'slut' was too much too soon, but I felt it was necessary, to draw her completely under my spell.

"Yes, I'll be your pussy licking slut," she said, staring at my cunt with hunger... only an invisible barrier of permission between her straight-hood and joining a new team.

"Go ahead, you sexy slut," I offered softly, "you may lick my cunt."

Permission granted, she silently, except for a long, indrawn breath, leaned forward and buried her face in my pussy.

"That's it, my pet," I moaned, as she started licking, tentatively at first, as she licked up and down between my pussy lips.

I watched her for a bit, in awe of what was transpiring, enjoying the power I was exercising over her, enjoying the rush of adrenaline at being in charge.

"You're a natural, my eager pet," I encouraged, remembering the power of positive reinforcement.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, hearing me, but focused on my pussy.

"Oh yes, explore my entire cunt," I instructed her, encouraging her while instructing her, as I felt she was too focused on just the slit between my pussy lips.

"Yes, ma'am," she replied, showing me her submissive persona.

The path of her tongue surprised me a minute later, as it slid down past my pussy, and all the way to my asshole.

"Oh my," I moaned, startled by the feel of her tongue on my rosebud, as well as the pleasurable feelings that were penetrating deeper, beyond its reach.

Her tongue swirled around my pucker, bathing it in wetness, making me long to feel a nice hard cock in my ass.

Her tongue began lapping as she licked her way back up to my pussy, and then switched from her original slow pace to much more aggressive licking... like she was launching a pleasure attack.

And it worked.

I closed my eyes, leaned back onto the cold kitchen table (not an ideal location to lie), and enjoyed her eager tongue. "Oh yes, eat my cunt, slut."

This encouraged her some more, and she began attacking my clit while sliding a finger inside me.

"Oh yes, finger bang me," I demanded, recalling the naughty term Brynn had cried out just a few minutes ago.

The intense pleasure reached a climactic end in another minute, as I reached for the back of her head and held her roughly against my cunt as I declared, "I'm coming!"

She eagerly lapped up my cum as my body quaked with pleasure.

A couple minutes later, I let go of her head and said, "I think you're a natural."

"I don't know what came over me," she said, looking up at me with a glistening face.

"Lust for cunt," I answered, smiling down at her.

"I've fantasized about doing this for so long," she admitted.

"Was it all you imagined?" I asked, getting down off the table.

"And more," she said, squeezing my ass once I was standing.

"Do you have to go soon, or would you like to test out a new toy I bought last night?" I asked.

She glanced at the clock on the microwave and said, "I have another hour at least."

"Is that a yes?" I asked.

"A definite yes," she nodded.

"Get undressed," I said. "I'll be right back."

"Here?" she asked.

"Actually no, let's go someplace more comfortable," I changed my mind, and we went up to my bedroom.

She followed me and I went to my closet.

I grabbed the bag from last night and pulled out the strap-on and the rabbit I'd bought her.

I returned with them both, handed her the rabbit and said, "First of all, here's a little housewarming gift I bought you."

"What?" she replied in confusion.

"Today you're warming my house," I explained, making shit up as I went.

She accepted the gift. "Thank you for a most appropriate gift," she giggled, looking at the toy.

"You're most welcome," I replied, then asked, "So tell me: is getting fucked ever part of your fantasies?"

"Only when ordered to by a dominant woman," she answered coyly. "Do you know any?"

"Get undressed right now," I ordered again, as I put the harness on.

"Yes, Mistress," she said.

"Mistress, I like that," I said, actually loving it. "That reminds me, you never did tell me your favourite lesbian story."

"I didn't want to hint at my natural submissiveness," she said, "But now that I'm submitting to you, I love a series called Lesbian MILF Seductress."

"Aaaaaaah, Bree," I smiled. "She's one of the hottest characters in erotica."

Now wearing a bra only, she said, "Yeah, that's my dream: to be seduced and dominated by a younger woman."

"Well, I can't help you with the younger part," I said, my cock pointing at her, "but I can give your natural submissiveness a good workout."

"Okay," she said, looking slightly nervous.

"Ready to get fucked and fucked hard?" I asked.

She hesitated.

"That wasn't really a question," I clarified, sensing she was having second thoughts because of her husband. "Now get over here and suck my cock, slut."

This seemed to be the encouragement she needed as she hurried over to me, dropped to the floor and took my cock in her mouth.

This was only the third time in my life I'd been on the other end of a cock (remember I'd lovingly pegged my husband Alex twice a few months ago as part of our farewell sex), but he hadn't taken it in his mouth and he wasn't a woman, so this experience was surreal.

Was this what I looked like with a cock in my mouth? It was rather a strange look.

Of course, I was receiving no physical pleasure from having her suck a fake cock, but it turned me on anyway... because of the power I had over her.

"Okay, it's wet enough. Get on my bed, slut, all fours," I ordered, knowing she would obey me if I just took control.

"Yes, Mistress," she agreed, hurrying onto my bed.

"So obedient," I approved, as I joined her.

"I can't believe we're doing this," she said, as she watched me move into place behind her.

"Yet you desperately want to be my pet, my slut, and my fuck toy," I listed, as I rubbed the cock up and down her pussy lips.

"Oh God, yes," she moaned. "Shove that cock in my cunt and make me your bimbo fuck slut."

Obviously, the name calling enhanced her submissive persona. I pushed her further as I reached over and unclasped her bra, my cock sliding all the way inside her as I did so, "Who owns this cunt?"

There was no hesitation and she moaned loudly as her bra dropped onto the bed, "You do, Mistress."

"And who will obey every order I give her?" I asked, feeling such an adrenaline rush of power.

"I will, Mistress," she agreed without thought... I imagine surrendering in the same way I had to my taboo son that first time... and the second... and the third, and...

"I may share you with my college slut," I added, testing the waters with this one while just resting deep inside her as I caressed her back, the idea of a lesbian threesome quite appealing.

"Whatever you wish," she agreed serenely, completely at my whim.

"And any slut of mine wears either thigh high stockings, a garter belt and stockings, or crotchless pantyhose. And nothing cheap, nice silky ones," I dictated, thinking that a threesome with my son may one day be a thing too. I bet he'd love to see me in a 69 with another woman.

"Yes, Mistress," she agreed.

"Good girl," I approved, as I moved my hands to her hips and began fucking her.

"Oh God, yes," she moaned, as I slowly slid in and out of her.

This was another surreal moment.

Just like the two times before with Alex, I was being the fucker instead of the fuckee (not that that's a word, but maybe it should be).

I watched my cock slide in and out of her... a constant disappearing/reappearing magical act of pleasure.

I listened to her moan.

I admired her body: her back, her ass, her legs.

I wondered if Cory looked at me in the same way.

After a couple minutes, maybe more, I'd gotten so lost in the act, she begged, "Please fuck me harder, Mistress."

"Does your husband fuck you hard?" I asked, wanting her to realize that I gave her the pleasure that he either couldn't or didn't.

"Rarely," she answered, before adding, "and never long enough to get me off."

"He's got a quick trigger?"

"Very. And no extra bullets in the chamber."

"Figures; you need to tell him that's unacceptable," I said, before adding, "I have a boytoy who comes over sometimes, and he'll deposit two or three or even four loads in or on me. He also makes me come like gangbusters! Always at least once, often more."

"No way," she said, as I kept slowly fucking her.

"Yeah, he has a big cock, amazing stamina, and he can reload almost instantly," I said.

"I'd love to be with a man like that," she said, just before I did three deep hard thrusts, making her scream.

"Be a good pet and I may let you meet him," I said, already imagining doing just that.

"Oh, I couldn't cheat with another guy," she said.

Five quick hard thrusts.

"Are you telling me you'd disobey your Mistress?" I asked, pulling all the way out.

"N-n-no," she stammered, "it's just that it would be cheating."

"You posted a sexy ad online, came into a stranger's house all dolled up and beautiful, let her eat your cunt, you ate hers, and now you have a cock deep in your cunt," I pointed out, as I slammed back into her. "I think we're way past moral lines."

"Oh God," she moaned, as I furiously fucked her fast and hard.

"Again, who owns your cunt?" I demanded, stopping deep inside her even though I knew she was getting close.

"You do, Mistress," she declared.

"And if I want to have a hot threesome with a big cocked teen and you?" I asked.

"I'll suck his cock and take it in my cunt while eating your pussy," she willingly committed.

"Good girl," I said, as I resumed fucking her.

"Oh God, yes, Mistress, I love being your slut," she declared, as I pounded her hard.

"Fuck yourself," I ordered, as I wanted to watch her, wanted to listen to her sounds, wanted to watch from my position of power as she came.

"Yes, Mistress," she obeyed, bouncing back onto my cock with urgent lust. The same desperate desire to come I always had every time I was close to coming on Cory's cock.

I watched as she fucked herself... feeling like I was in the middle of a live porn show... which was so much hotter than any porn scene I'd ever watched online.

This was real.

This was carnal lust.

This was mine.

"Oh fuck, shit, so good," she babbled.

"Come for me, slut," I ordered, "come all over my big dick."

"Oh yes, tell me what to do," she moaned as she bounced furiously on my cock.

"Be my slut, my cunt muncher, my plaything, my mindless bimbo slave," I listed, knowing each derogatory term would enhance the inevitable orgasm building inside her.

"Oh yes, Mistress," she said, before screaming, and collapsing forward, "Fuck!"

I watched as she came. Her body trembled and her legs twitched involuntarily as the power of her pleasure consumed her.

I was taking it all in for a moment until I was startled by a voice.

Cory's voice.

"This is a surprise."

I turned around, saw Cory completely naked stroking his cock, suppressed a gasp and smiled, recovering quickly from getting caught, "Hi, baby, what are you doing here?"

"I left my textbook here the other day, and I needed it, so I figured I'd stop by for a quickie," he said, as Brynn dove under the sheets to cover herself up.

"I wasn't expecting you," I said, not covering up at all, of course.

"So I see," he said, walking over to the bed.

"How long has this been going on?" he asked, looking at my cock, and then to a covered up and mortified Brynn. All she was showing were her wide eyes and the upper half of her head.

"About an hour."

"Don't stop because of me."

"Slut, get his cock ready for my cunt," I ordered, as I began removing my strap-on.

Brynn just looked at me with trepidation, and except for her trembling, frozen in place.

I then added, thinking I may as well take advantage of this opportunity and get my fantasy double penetration, "And then put on my strap-on."

She remained in paralyzed shock until I ordered loudly, "Now!"

"Yes, Mistress," Brynn replied, still needing some stern discipline and training before she'd become immediately obedient.

"What's your name, sweetie?" Cory asked her, as she unavoidably revealed her naked body to do my bidding.

"Brynn," she answered, Cory's big cock looming before her.

"How long have you known my slut?" he asked, I noticed not letting on that he was my son.

"Except for some emails yesterday, a little over an hour," she admitted, as she reached for his cock and began stroking it.

"Really?" he said, looking at me from under arched eyebrows.

"What?" I asked. "If I need to get laid, I can't just wait around forever for you to call me."

"Fair enough," he said, as Brynn took his cock in her mouth... her weak resistance gone almost as quick as it had appeared.

"Although my same-sex rendezvous are very new," I admitted.

"I'm not complaining,' he laughed as Brynn began bobbing on what I assumed was a bigger cock than her husband's.

"Want to help me fulfill a fantasy?" I asked.

"I may be late for class," he said.

"Fuck class," I said.

"That would take a lot of work and time," he joked.

"Ok, then, just ass fuck me as I ride my slut's cock," I said.

"Aaaaaah... that I have time for," he agreed.

He pulled out and I handed Brynn my harness. "Put it on."

"Yes, Mistress," she obeyed, before adding, "you have a great cock, Master."

"Master," he smiled, as did I. "I like that."

""Bigger than your husband's?" I asked.

"A lot bigger."

"You're married?" Cory asked, this news shocking him.

"I was also married the first time you fucked me, and still was the next fifty times," I pointed out.

"Touché," he laughed.

Her harness in place, I ordered, "Lie down, slut."

"Yes, Mistress," she obeyed.

I kneeled above the cock straddling Brynn, lowered myself down on it, and began riding as I leaned down and kissed her.

"So hot," Cory said, watching.

"You should have seen me eating her under my kitchen table," I said.

"A 69 would be hot," he said.

"Next time," I promised, thinking we could have a few next times.

"Accepted," he said, as he climbed onto the bed.

"Bang my ass, baby," I purred, as he moved behind me.

"Ready for a double penetration, slut?" he asked.

"God, yes, drill my asshole, s-s-s-exy," I demanded, almost calling him son. It seemed too early to reveal to Brynn that I was the incestuous variety of slut.

"I can do that," he chuckled, as he slid into my ass.

"Oh yes," I moaned, as I asked Brynn, "Ever taken it in the ass, slut?"

"No," she answered, looking into my eyes.

"Maybe we need to work on that later," I suggested.

"Yes please, Mistress," she agreed, which surprised me a bit.

And for a few minutes I was double penetrated, although the cock in my cunt was mostly just buried deep inside me.

As I got close, I ordered, "Buck your ass up, slut. Fuck me."

She obeyed, and after a few awkward moments while I was flung around like a Raggedy Ann doll, they got into a rhythm and I was really fucked.

"Oh yes, fuck, shit, fuck," I babbled, as my orgasm built.

"Come now, slut," Cory ordered in a tone that told me he was very close himself.

"Oh fuck, yes, ream my shit hole," I demanded, knowing that I too was close.

A few deep double-team thrusts later, and I was coming.

After a couple more pumps, Cory pulled out of my gaped ass, and I watched as he moved his cock above Brynn's face and stroked it.

She smiled and asked, "You going to come on your new slut's face, Master?"

His response was a grunt before he spewed a massive six-rope load, obviously his first of the day, all over her face.

"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned happily, as her face was painted with cum.

"Hey, what about me?" I asked.

"You can clean her up," he said, which I did, licking cum off her face.

"So hot," he said, as he watched his mother eat his cum off another woman's face.

"It's quite warm actually," I joked.

"Brat," he said, as he got off the bed.

I retrieved all the cum from her face and then kissed her passionately.

"I hate to ass fuck you and dump a load all over your friend's face and leave," he said crudely, "but I really need to get to class."

"Fine," I sighed dramatically.

"It was a pleasure meeting you," Brynn said as she lay there, her cock still inside of me.

"The pleasure was definitely all mine," he said.

"Next time it can be hers too," I added, implying he could fuck her next time.

"Plan ahead next time, and I'll come for a marathon session," he said.

"Want to get fucked by him?" I asked.

"God, yes," she said, gazing at his cock, now shrinking.

"We'll be in touch," I said.

"Sounds good," he said, before walking out.

Ten minutes later, Brynn was getting ready to leave.

"I really can't believe we just did that."

"Me either," I said, now back to my normal self. "Any regrets?"

"Only that I didn't get to fuck your son," she answered, shocking me.

"P-p-pardon?" I was the one stammering this time.

"There's a picture on the fireplace of you two together," she pointed behind me.

"Oh."

"And you look a lot alike," she added.

"You're not horrified?" I asked.

"No, it's kind of hot," she said, before adding, "I've never done anything like that, but my older brother is pretty hot, and after this morning, his eighteen-year-old son is suddenly looking very appealing."

"Slut," I smirked.

"Takes one to know one," she countered.

"Stop by tomorrow for breakfast?" I asked.

"Definitely," she said, before adding, "although I may stay for lunch, too."

"I'll be sure to satisfy your hunger. There might even be food."

"It was a pleasure," she said, now standing in the open doorway.

"Yes, it was," I agreed, kissing her once more before she left.

I went upstairs, made the bed, and showered again.

I checked my phone and found messages from both my son and Rachel.

From Rachel: I'm so hungry for your cunt. Can I stop by for lunch?

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I looked at the clock. Brynn and Cory had come and gone so early, noon was still a couple of hours away.

I responded: Sure. I'll want some lunch too.

From my son: That was wild. My dorm room at four. I want the whole story.

Rachel responded: I'll be there and I have a very fresh pie marinating for you.

To my son: I'll be there and you won't believe my last twenty-four hours. Brynn was my second lesbian encounter since I saw you last night!!!

To Rachel: I'll have a fresh seafood buffet waiting for you too!

My son responded: No fucking way!

I responded: Way.

God, I felt like a new woman... refreshed... alive... and I couldn't wait for whatever lay ahead.

The end for now.

I'm not sure what should happen next. Here are a few possibilities, but none stand out as obvious... so feel free to give suggestions.

Possible sequels:

Backseat Mommy: Mom's Mistress

Sister-in-law surprises her with a visit and a threesome.

Backseat Mommy: Mom's Orgy

She seduces her daughter and has a family threesome.

Backseat Mommy: Road Trip

Mom and son go on their own road trip during Spring Break.

Backseat Mommy: Sibling Seduction

Mom seduces her sister and shares her with her son.

Backseat Mommy: Summer of Lust

Son moves back in with now single Mom for the summer. As family of the conjugal kind.

Backseat Mommy: Surprise I'm Pregnant

Son impregnates Mom. (maybe)

Backseat Mommy: Trip to Incest Island

Mom and son go to an island retreat for incestuous couples and families only, and compete in incest sex Olympics. (This may be a little out there)

Backseat Mommy: Wild Incest Orgy

Twenty years later, a final chapter where Sarah and Cory's two adult children learn the truth about their parents and become willing participants in a family orgy.