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249. Mom's Sweaty Ride (36k)

Mom's Sweaty Ride Pt. 01 - Incest/Taboo

Mom has a sweaty ride in the backseat with her son.

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I am a huge fan of the mom riding on son's lap theme. This is simply my take on it.

All credit to the ones that have come before me. Simply call this a tribute to them if you will.

I would also like to thank a few people that helped me with this story:

Todger65

Haulover

And one other who, at their request, shall remain nameless (but you know who you are).

This is my first story here, and I couldn't have done it without all of you so thanks.

(This is an edited version of the original story)

"Hey, watch it," my dad said as I accidently bumped him with a box of my clothes.

We were loading his Jeep Cherokee with everything in the world that I owned. All of my stuff from my failed stay in California with my aunt and uncle.

A couple of months ago, I had moved out here using a rented U-Haul with the few bucks I had saved from mowing lawns during the summer.

The plan was for me to stay here and commute to USC to study biology. Unfortunately, that plan had failed completely.

Two weeks ago, my uncle got severely injured on his job. They had to move specialized equipment into the house and no longer had any room for me.

The doctor bills were going to be high, and they couldn't afford for me to stay there now.

I didn't have the money to live on campus, which put my dreams of attending USC on hold.

Our current plan was for me to move back home and try to find a community college so I could at least complete my basic courses, and then save enough to try again in a few years.

Needless to say, I was disappointed. So being careful with my boxes of stuff wasn't exactly on top of my mind.

"Don't listen to your father, honey. He just hates doing anything that doesn't involve watching football and drinking beer." She gave him a sour look.

My dad was a big guy - almost 300 pounds. He had played college football, and if it wasn't for a knee injury, he might have had a shot at going pro.

Over the years, though, a lot of that muscle had turned to fat. Even so, he was still strong and was an imposing figure to most people.

"I know, Mom. This just sucks, that's all."

"Don't worry, sweetie, we'll make this work and figure things out."

She gave me hug, and as she did, I couldn't help but notice the difference between her and my father.

She had never let herself go, and, even though she was nearing 40, her body was as tight as a 20-year-old.

Pilates and yoga kept her body firm, and her natural C's felt as firm as ever against my chest as she hugged me.

"Stop it," I thought. "She is your mom." I shook those thoughts from my mind.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. Just thinking about this whole situation. It's not going to work with all of this stuff in the Jeep."

"Your father will figure something out."

Well, he didn't, and it wasn't his fault either - there simply wasn't enough room for the three of us and all of my stuff.

We tried moving things around, but it was no use.

The only place my television would fit was in the front seat half in the foot well and a half on the seat.

We were worried it might get damaged in the back with all of my other stuff. So the three of us were down to basically 2 seats and a small space next to the boxes piled on the back seat.

"There's no way I'm going to fit in the back with one of you," my dad said. He was right of course, and that left us with no other option but for me and mom to squeeze into the back together.

Though not as big as my dad, at 6'1" and 205 pounds I wasn't exactly small either. My mom being just 5'1" and about 100 pounds made it easier, but it was still going to be a tight fit no matter what.

"Okay," she said, "we'll make do back here." Mom shot my dad another dirty look.

I didn't know, but something must've happened in the two months that I was away. I knew they weren't as close as they used to be, but this was new.

Mom squeezed in between the boxes and me, and we got started on our 30-hour trip across the country.

After about an hour and a half, my mom said, "This isn't going to work."

I knew exactly what she meant. We could barely move our arms as we were packed together tightly next to the boxes and other stuff.

"I want to try something," she said. My mom then shifted over and sat on my lap. Instantly relief came over me as my arms were finally free and at least I could breathe a little better.

She was sitting almost sideways with her legs toward the passenger side of the Jeep her ass and vagina perched directly over my cock. She smiled down at me.

"That's much better don't you think Tommy," she asked still smiling down at me.

"It's not too bad," I said and meant it. Mom felt lovely and warm on my lap. Even in the heat, I didn't mind her sitting there one bit.

"What's going on Kim?" my dad asked.

"We had to switch positions," my mom told him.

"We were way too tight on that seat. I'm sitting on your son's lap."

"Are you sure you two are comfortable like that?"

"It's like having a beautiful butterfly on my lap," I said. "She doesn't hardly weigh anything."

I honestly wasn't trying to say anything that I thought would embarrass her. I really did mean what I said.

I'm proud of my mother. She really is pretty, and, at only 100 pounds or so, having her on my lap was not a bother at all.

Unfortunately, at that moment two things happened that would steer the course of what was to come over the next couple of days.

The first thing was my mom blushed at my compliment. The second, my cock began to act of its own accord.

With my mom sitting on my lap, I could feel her ass and smell her perfume, and my cock instantly started to rise.

I swear I tried to stop it. I tried to think of anything other than what was happening on my lap. The more I tried the harder it got.

I wasn't excited about this trip. Of course, I wanted to see my son, and I would do anything to help my boy, but things had become very rocky at home with my husband.

We got married right out of high school, madly and passionately in love. Ben was the star football player with a scholarship, and I was the cheerleader.

I wasn't your typical dumb cheerleader, though. I wanted to major in marine biology and my grades never went below a 3.5. We were the perfect All-American couple. For a couple of years anyway.

Then Ben hurt his knee freshman year in college. He had gone out drinking with his frat buddies and fell off of the stands on the football field.

Thankfully he didn't get hurt worse than he did. He suffered a head injury in addition to his broken knee.

Due to the head trauma, he would never be able to play football again, even if he had regained full use of his knee. The accident also caused him to lose his sense of smell.

I never stopped loving him, and supported him as much as I could. But Ben became sullen. He brooded about what could have been, and there was a very rough time when he drank a lot and got into fights at the local bars.

Ben also cheated on me at least a few times. He admitted as much one night in a drunken, weepy daze.

I almost left him then. I was devastated, and went out and made a mistake. I met a handsome biology professor from the same college.

He had noticed me but never made a move because Ben and I were together. I wasn't one of his students so it wasn't as scandalous as it sounds.

We had a very sexual affair for about two weeks. This only magnified the other problem with Ben, he used to fuck me two or three times a day, but since the accident, he barely touched me.

We used to have a decent sexual relationship. Ben's dick was plenty big enough for me, so I never had a reason to complain other than wishing he was more adventurous. Therefore, it was even more hurtful to me that he had cheated.

The professor, though, had absolutely no inhibitions. The two of us did things Ben never would have done.

He loved sucking my pussy and was the only man who had ever made me squirt. He also was the first and only guy to take me in the ass. Ben said that eating pussy and anal fucking were disgusting.

I have to admit it, but I was always more sexual than Ben. Don't necessarily call me a slut, but I definitely don't have as many inhibitions as most people. The affair didn't last very long with the professor.

I found out he was married too, and his wife figured out about us. Feeling like I had gotten even with Ben, and let's be honest I still loved him very much, we decided to give it another shot.

I decided that maybe a baby would solve our problems, and it did.

Nine months later, Tommy was born, and, over the next 15 years, things were good. Sure, like every couple we had our problems, but nothing like early on in the marriage.

Ben became obsessed with his son growing up to play football and do what he could never do: play in the NFL.

It was not until a couple of years ago that it became apparent Tommy didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps.

Tommy is, for one, a lot smarter than his dad, and academic pursuits were always more interesting to him than athletic ones.

Now Tommy still had a muscular body from his dad's good genes, and for a while, he did try to pursue football wanting to please his father, but it was never his passion.

I am very proud of my boy. Tommy is a lot like me. He enjoys academics much as I did when I was his age. He is a handsome, well-adjusted young man who someday is going to make a great husband to some lucky girl.

It was at that time he told us that he wanted to go to USC to pursue biology. Tommy loved the study of the human body and couldn't read enough articles about how great the program at USC was. This didn't please his father, of course.

However, after some discussion with me and a lot of grumbling, Ben finally relented and said he would help him to go there.

Unfortunately, times were tight and Ben being only a construction worker meant he didn't make enough to afford to send and support him to an out of state college like USC.

That is when his sister, Tommy's Aunt Sarah, stepped in and offered to help.

Ben, although agreeing to let his son do what he wanted, started to revert to when he was young, and first got hurt.

He also got laid off after Tommy left, which led to him drinking again. Although I didn't think he was cheating again, he barely touched me anymore.

On top of everything else, the car needed a new air conditioner that we couldn't afford now that Ben was laid off.

So here I was sitting on my son's lap with no air while driving through the Nevada desert and I was starting to sweat.

I loved my son, and, believe it or not, I even loved my husband for all his faults. Tommy didn't know his dad was out of work again, and, after everything that just happened, we agreed not to tell him until the time was right.

Besides, there was another situation between Ben and me that we didn't want to tell Tommy about, one that was causing most of the friction between us right now.

As I was trying to get comfortable on my son's lap, I felt something poking me. At first, I thought maybe I was just sitting wrong, but then I realized what it was.

Tommy was getting a hard-on! Then he made an innocent comment about me being as light and pretty as a butterfly, and I couldn't help it, I blushed.

After so many weeks of not getting attention from Ben, any attention made me feel good even if it was from my son.

Both my blushing and my son's cock poking my bottom immediately made me embarrassed. It also created a stirring down in my loins that I hadn't felt in a long time. I couldn't believe it I was getting turned on.

"What are you thinking?" I thought. "He is your son."

I desperately tried to push the thought out of my head, but my pussy acting on its own accord began to get wet.

I understood that with boys it's sometimes beyond their control, and I tried to tell myself that it was just the motion of me sitting on his lap that was causing the erection.

I couldn't sit back over on the seat again. That was excessively uncomfortable, but what could I do?

Over the next few minutes, I tried in vain to stop my body from betraying my inappropriate physical reactions.

I wondered if my son was doing the same, feeling embarrassed that he was getting hard with his mother on his lap.

It appeared we were both silently contending with an uncontrollable lust neither of us could acknowledge.

"You two okay?" Ben asked. "It's awfully quiet back there."

"I was just thinking how hot it is back here. Tommy, could you roll down the window, please?"

Tommy obliged his mother.

"Yeah, Mom, it is getting a scorching back here now." He stressed the word "very."

Was it my imagination or was there a little innuendo in his voice?

"Are you sure you guys are comfortable in that position?" Ben asked

"It's hard," Tommy said. "But okay, too."

There it was again. Was that another innuendo from my son? My mind raced.

Because it was summer, I was wearing a light dress, and I never wore panties. I always enjoyed allowing her to breathe freely.

This only compounded the problem, as there was nothing to absorb the juices leaking from my pussy.

The incredible feeling of my son's cock gently rubbing my pussy had me leaking quite a bit. There had to be a big wet spot on his shorts by now, and there was little doubt he could now feel my wetness.

At this point, I didn't know what I was thinking.

My pussy continued to betray me, and, with my son's bold innuendos, it began to get even wetter.

I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself I started to move a little...back, then forward. Just ever so slightly I began to grind my son.

I could feel the lips of my pussy gently rubbing his cock through his pants. It felt wonderful and so very wrong.

Somehow that made me want to continue even though every rational bone in my body told me this was wrong.

I knew from driving the Jeep often that there was no way Ben could see directly into the backseat, especially with all of Tommy's boxes and stuff.

My body tingled with electricity at the feeling of my pussy grinding on my son's hard cock. So many thoughts raced through my head.

I knew how wrong it was because this was my son. My husband just feet from me. However, my body almost couldn't control itself as I slowly moved back and forth on my son's rock hard cock.

What I was doing felt as natural as breathing. How could something that was so wrong feel so very fucking right?

I couldn't believe it! My mother was actually grinding on my cock. It felt incredible, and uncomfortable because I really wanted to free my cock from the confinement of my shorts but how could I.

I never would have believed that my cock could have attained this level of hardness if this wasn't actually happening.

When I first made the comments to my dad, I didn't think that either one of them would get the innuendo, especially dad.

I just thought this would be a private joke for myself I would only share during my deepest, darkest masturbation fantasies.

As all of this was happening a realization, hit me like a ton of bricks. I loved my mom. Not just as my mother but as a woman.

Somehow I had never understood all of the things that were now so suddenly very clear to me. How had I missed all of the signs? I thought back to all of the times she had helped me in my life.

Our interests were so similar. I wanted to study Biology because of her. I liked reading and writing as much as her and based on what was currently happening to me, I surmised that I wanted sex as much as her.

It occurred to me at that moment that I wanted her for myself, dad didn't deserve her. She was too good for him.

Feeling her warm body on my lap with my cock protruding up towards her pussy I realized that I needed to make a decision, right now.

Dare to try and push things further or not do anything. If I guessed wrong, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Dad would kill me, and I would risk upsetting the most important person in my life: my mom.

I decided now or never. Very cautiously, I placed my right hand on my mom's bare thigh. Only a little in case I was wrong. I could always just say I didn't realize where I put my hand.

She didn't move it away. My mother even gasped slightly. I decided to go for broke. If anything was going to happen, I would know in the next minute.

I very slowly started to rub and caress her leg. Back and forth ever so gently. Oh my God! I could even feel and see the gooseflesh on her tanned thigh. She gasped again only a little louder.

"Everything okay, hun?" my father asked.

"Just getting a little hot back here," my mom replied. I couldn't believe it. Her double meaning was clear to me, but not to my oblivious father.

"Okay, maybe we can stop soon, and we can all walk around."

"No, that's okay, Ben. I can handle the heat. We should try to make some time before we stop."

I felt Tommy's hand on my leg. He was starting to gently caress my thigh. Every bit of my conscience told me to make him stop or move his hand away.

The problem was every bit of my sexual desire said this felt so good. After weeks, and actually years, of being ignored by my husband, I gave in to the carnal desire that was not only my son's hands on me but his rock hard cock pressing up against my pussy.

I was no longer his mother; I was a woman who needed satisfaction. Against every natural law, I allowed him to continue.

After a couple minutes of him rubbing my thigh and my slowly grinding him, I turned and looked him in the eye.

The electrifying looks we gave each other were enough to light up Las Vegas. His beautiful blue eyes stared up at me with incredible passion and want as he gently rubbed my suddenly warm thigh. My heart stopped as I looked into his eyes with full-on lust.

I wanted to kiss him but didn't dare with my husband only a few feet away. "Dammit, Kim what are you doing," I asked myself. My response to my own question was answered immediately. As I allowed my son to continue his exploration of my leg even further.

I continued to caress her thigh while looking directly into my mom's eyes. The look she gave me was unlike anything I had ever felt. It was one of pure lust and affection. Those eyes said, "Don't stop."

"I think that's a good idea, Kim. We should really try to make it through Nevada before we stop. You sure you two are okay riding like that for a while."

"It's hard, but I think we'll manage." My mom's innuendo about my steel dick poking her pussy was not lost on me.

"Maybe you can put some music on so we can pass the time. Don't we still have that CD of road trip music you made in the player from last time?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," my dad replied and soon he was humming and singing to the music.

I still couldn't believe she was letting this happen. Until a short time ago, I never really thought of my mother sexually. But now I knew right then that I wanted her more than anything else in my life.

I know she is hot, of course. My friends are always giving me the standard shit about how they want to fuck her, but I never really thought that much about her in that way. Until now.

Suddenly, over the last half hour or so, I had become acutely aware of how hot she really was. As I looked at her, I studied her features for the first time as a woman.

Her dark hair hung over her shoulders in a style more suited to a young girl than a 39-year-old woman.

Her beautiful brown eyes looking into mine had butterflies flying around in my stomach. Not to mention her body. God, it was fantastic.

Years spent in the gym had paid off keeping her figure slim and trim. Her perfect large C cup tits were as perky as young girls.

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She had apparently spent time tanning as well as I admired her smooth dark legs. I couldn't take it anymore it was time to go for broke.

I continued my exploration up her thigh and under her dress to her soft pussy lips. God, they were so wet I could feel the juices leaking slowly out of her luscious vagina.

She made no move to stop my fingers from probing her pussy. In fact, she parted her legs more, giving me even better access.

She then let out an, "Oh God."

"What's that?" my dad asked.

"Nothing. I was just stretching a little," Mom said almost breathlessly.

Dad went back to driving and humming while I continued my exploration of my mother's pussy. It occurred to me as I was doing this that 19 years ago I had come out from between those very same lips.

I knew how very wrong this was, but oh God it also felt so fucking right! I had to be careful not to make too much noise.

Normally I'm a screamer, but in my current situation that would have been inadvisable. If Ben suspected anything at all, things would be very bad.

Forget about the incest for a moment, he was also a very jealous guy (and I already pointed out how big he is).

The point: it would not go well if Ben found out what was going on directly behind him. But, wow, was it worth the risk for how good I was feeling at the moment.

I didn't want this feeling to stop. My reservations about the situation and my son had, for the moment, disappeared completely.

I was no longer his mother, I was no longer a wife, I was a dirty slut that needed to cum - and soon! This was the moment that I knew, against all rational judgment, that I was going to fuck my son!

Tommy continued his welcome assault on my pussy with his fingers while I slyly tried to play with my tits through my dress. I was very thankful for my husband's anosmia because the car was starting to smell like sex.

It was taking a herculean effort to not just rip open my dress and start riding my son like a bronco. I did my best not to make too much noise but damn that boy knew how to finger a woman. Where had he learned how to do that? And to do it so well?

I had to see my son's cock. I turned to look at him again and whispered,

"Take it out, please." I knew the risk was high, but at that moment I didn't care.

He gave me a slight smile as he removed his hand from my pussy and began to fumble with his zipper. I put one hand on my pussy and started to rub it. The other hand waited patiently for Tommy to remove his monster from his pants.

"Oh my God," I thought as he finally unbuttoned his shorts and released his cock, "it's bigger than my husband's."

It truly was. The length was a good inch larger, and the girth was much bigger, and I could never remember seeing my husband's cock as hard as the one my son was now showing her. The mushroom tip of Tommy's cock looked like it was going to explode any second.

I sat up. Knowing what I was about to do was in every way wrong just made me even wetter. I was about to cheat on my husband. I was about to commit incest.

I think I almost came right then thinking about the implications of what was about to happen. My pussy was perched just inches away from my son's cock.

"What's wrong?" Ben asked.

"Nothing just stretching," I replied as I slowly lowered myself onto my son's engorged member. The moment it touched my pussy I felt a jolt of sexual electricity.

"Oh...ah..."

"What?" Ben said.

"Nothing. I told you I was stretching. I'm just working out a hard cramp." My statement dripped with innuendo that only my son would understand.

"Okay," he said and returned to his music.

The feeling of the tip of his cock beginning to penetrate my pussy was fantastic. As I continued to lower myself onto him, he began thrusting upward.

"Ahhhh," I gasped as he continued to penetrate deeper into my pussy.

"You sure you're okay?" Ben asked.

"I'm fine. It's just so hot back here." And it was. I was really beginning to sweat. I was dripping onto my son's lap as he finally bottomed out in my pussy.

"Oh God," I murmured again. I couldn't help it. The pleasure and fullness of having my son's cock buried inside me was beyond anything I had ever felt.

This was the point that all boundaries had been crossed. Up until this moment, we had not done anything that we couldn't come back from.

But, now with my son's huge cock penetrating, me we had crossed the line into full incestuous sex...and, motherfucker, it felt so good.

"I'll try to get the AC fixed once we get back home," Ben said.

"It's getting even hotter back here, but I think we can manage," my son said. Ben oblivious to the actual meaning of my son's words.

I began to ride him slowly up and down, very conscious of the fact that my husband was only inches away.

Tommy thankfully helped by putting his hands on my ass and pushing me up and down. Not being able to really fuck me my son continued to slowly penetrate my pussy for over an hour.

We took turns as he slowly fucked in the backseat. Sometimes he would thrust up into me other times it was me grinding down onto his cock. The extended workout had both of us bathed in sweat.

After years of uninteresting sex, and weeks of no sex at all from my husband, the sheer naughtiness of what we were doing had me heading toward a climax, but to truly get off I needed to go faster and harder.

But at what cost? What if my husband heard us, or saw me in the mirror moving up and down? After an hour of slow movement, I decided to push things just a little and see what would happen.

I began bobbing up and down a bit faster, trying to make as little noise as possible. Even with the radio on, I could hear the occasional smack of skin on skin as my son, and I made illicit contact with each other's body.

Tommy had pushed his shirt up a little, allowing my bare ass cheeks to slap against his lower stomach.

I was literally dripping with sweat at this point, and I really wanted to get naked, but there was no way that could happen at the moment.

My husband didn't seem to notice and just kept on humming with the radio. I felt my climax building and knew it wouldn't be long.

Just then, my husband said, "Hey, I need a little break to piss and stretch my legs. There's a rest stop ahead in about seven miles. I think I'm going to stop there."

"Do you want to come and stretch your legs, too, Tommy?" my husband asked.

"I'm definitely going to cum, Dad," His double meaning was meant for me.

"I'm going to cum, too," I said, barely below a shout. "I just realized how much I have to go."

"Good," he said.

We began going even faster than before. Not quite a full-on fucking, but enough so that if my husband glanced in the mirror he would definitely know something wasn't right.

Our clothes completely soaked in sweat. Once again I thanked the accident that caused my husband to lose his sense of smell as the backseat now had a considerable odor of sweat and pussy.

Thankfully, Ben didn't look back, instead focusing on the road ahead.

It was my son who came first. He filled my pussy with massive blasts of sperm to the point that it started to leak out.

He sent rope after rope of cum up my pussy immediately making me cry out once more.

"Oh my god" I cried as the feeling of warm cum coated my inner cunt.

"Jesus can't you fucking hold it," Ben snapped.

The cum leaking out of my vagina caused an immediate problem as the wetness around my pussy, and his cock created an even louder smacking sound than before.

But there was no stopping me now. I had to cum. Nothing in this world was going to stop me. Even if at that moment my husband would have turned around, I wouldn't have stopped riding my son's enormous cock.

"Almost there," I said. It was a question to my husband and instruction for my son. Who kept thrusting upward with his still hard cock.

"Only another mile," Ben said.

I lost all abandon now. I began to actually fuck my son in the backseat only inches from my husband.

I bobbed up and down furiously, making smacking sounds loud enough for anyone to hear. Sweat poured off of my body as I built towards my orgasm.

"Are you going to make it?" Ben asked.

"Jesus Christ," I whimpered as my orgasm came like a freight train, exploding around my son's cock. It took everything I had not to scream out loud.

"What?" he said.

"I just have to go really bad," I somehow managed to whisper as my orgasm overtook me.

This was without a doubt the best cum of my life. It was beyond the times with the professor.

It was beyond the first time Ben, and I fucked in high school. And it was beyond the first time I had ever cum. This was pure ecstasy.

The pure incestuous nature of fucking my son and doing so only feet from my husband had given me the best orgasm ever.

"Okay," Ben said pulling the car into the rest area. "We're here. What was that smacking sound I heard?"

"Oh, Mom's legs fell asleep, and she was trying to get the circulation back in them," Tommy said, thinking quickly.

Slowly lifting myself off of my son's now softening cock, I pretended to fix my makeup for a second to give Tommy time to put away his member.

"I'll be there in a minute," I said.

"Okay." Ben got out of the car and walked toward the restrooms.

As soon as his back was turned I began trying in vain to clean the mess of mixed cum trickling down my leg with a wet nap I found in my purse.

It was no use I was going to have to try to make it to the bathroom with cum running down my leg.

"I love you, Mom," Tommy said. As he stared up at me not even trying to put away his cock.

That was it. Upon hearing from my son the words that had been spoken so many times, but this time with an entirely different meaning, I knew my life was forever changed.

"I love you, too," I said and gave him a kiss that no mother should ever give a son. We made out like teenagers for a minute or two. Then I remembered his father.

"You had better go before he gets suspicious." My son then began to put away his glorious cock.

"It's going to be a great ride home," Tommy said smiling.

"Oh, baby, you have no idea." I gave him a smack on the ass as he left the car and headed toward the rest area.

I managed to make it to the bathroom without looking too peculiar. Later I saw a couple of drops of cum on the pavement when I was coming out.

I took one look at myself in my mirror after I had peed and cleaned up.

"You dirty slut. You just fucked your own son," I said to myself with a smile, knowing that this was not going to be the last time. Oh, I had plans for my dirty boy.

The End

Thank you to all. This is just part one. Check out the other parts.

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Mom's Sweaty Ride Ch. 02 - Incest/Taboo

Mom and son continue debauchery right under dad's nose

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Dear readers, Hope you all like this continuation of the tale of a mother and her son in the back seat of her husband's car.

A couple of notes. First I will be sending an updated edit of the first story that contains fixes for most of the spelling and grammar problems along with a few continuity updates.

Yes, for those of you that asked for it I made her boobs bigger the real reason why won't be revealed until part 3.

Finally, I would like to thank Haulover for the awesome job editing this as well as several beta readers

Rahul and his girlfriend Shashi Captive Harvest Kimber Payne

Anyway hope you all enjoy let me know in the comments your suggestions for future stories.

Mom's Sweaty Ride Part 2 By Richman3

Leaving the restroom, I couldn't help but smile to myself as I noticed a few drops of what could only be cum on the pavement just outside the bathroom.

Seeing the evidence of my incestuous union with my son on the sidewalk, I immediately felt a tingle in my pussy.

Only a few minutes ago that mixture of my son's jism and my own cum had been dripping down my legs.

I had been hurrying to the bathroom after having just fucked my son in the back seat of our Jeep with my husband blissfully unaware of what his only son and his sexy wife were doing just inches from where he sat.

The last two hours of sheer sexual bliss that my son and I had shared in the backseat of my husband's Jeep Cherokee had awakened a dirty slut whom I thought retired long ago.

As I walked back to the car I began to ponder all of the nasty things I wanted to do with my son.

I felt reinvigorated, like a teenager again. I began forming a plan that could be extremely risky but also very hot.

I looked up and saw my husband talking to Tommy and immediately felt a wave of shame wash over me. "Oh my god, I cheated on Ben and with our son, what the fuck is wrong with me?" Seeing them together talking as father and son, a groundswell of emotion and guilt suddenly coursed through me.

Just seconds ago I had been planning a sex romp but like a ton of bricks dropped onto my head suddenly I was very conscious of what I had just done.

Tears started to form in my eyes and I stopped at a nearby picnic table and pretended to check my makeup as I tried to regain my composure. What had happened between Tommy and me could never happen again.

As hot and fulfilling as it was there was no way I could allow this to go on. How could I? He's my son. And Ben? As much as he verbally abuses me I still wanted to try and save our marriage.

What could the future hold for this incestuous relationship?

Could I really destroy my marriage and my home over sex as hot as it may have been? "Nope this definitely wasn't going to happen again." I thought.

From now on it was going to be just mom, to my son and a loving wife to Ben.

"Jesus Kim, would you hurry the fuck up?" I looked over to see my husband leaning against the fender looking over at me with a scowl of disgust.

As I watched him for a second, his gaze turned from me and he smiled, elbowing Tommy as a young girl walked by. Tommy glanced up from his phone for a second then went back to whatever it was he was looking at.

The girl couldn't have been a day over 16. Admittedly, the tank top and daisy dukes she wore did little to hide her toned and tanned body, and I could see how any man would notice her, but come on Ben. I am right here!

"Come on Kim, I am fucking hungry and I am sick and tired of waiting for your useless ass," my husband's angry voice called, shaking me from my thoughts.

Despite my husband's verbal abuse, I strengthened my resolve that nothing else was going to happen between my son and I.

This was something I was used to our whole marriage except for one indiscretion. "Well now twice." I smiled.

I had been the obedient wife if I was going to save our marriage I would need to go back to my normal submissive self.

The woman who had aggressively fucked her son just 20 minutes ago would need to go away. This wasn't right and I became determined to fix things with Ben.

I walked over to the Jeep and leaned on the other side of my husband, as far away from Tommy as possible for the moment. I forced myself to not acknowledge my son as he looked over towards me. *

"What was wrong with mom."

I was very confused.

"We had just shared the best sex of our lives in the backseat of dad's Jeep. We had even made out with each other.

So why was she so cold to me all of a sudden. She looked like she had been crying too. What the Fuck!

And why was dad being such an asshole. Did he know? Had he seen us?" There's no way or I would be toast right now.

"Fucking finally," Ben said, looking at me in disgust. "Where do you guys want to eat lunch?" my husband queried.

He then pointed to a billboard over on the highway: Jose's Tacos — best shredded beef tacos north of the border.

"Looks that might be a good place, what'd ya think Tommy, you feel like tacos?" "Sure dad, that sounds fine," Tommy said absently still fiddling with his phone.

Then he looked up at me with a devilish grin and said, "I wonder if they have fish tacos? I could really go for that."

I immediately went crimson red. His statement dripped with innuendo. "God, it has been so long since someone ate me out,"I thought, smiling for a second before I caught myself.

I gave Tommy a glare and then mouthed the words "no".

"Yeah, tacos sound fine to me hun," I replied.

"Okay then, let's get this show on the road, the sign says it's only about 15 miles away. We should be there in about 20 minutes or so." We all climbed into the jeep.

My son anxiously waited for me to resume my previous position on his lap, but instead I climbed over him and sat in my original seat. Squished against the boxes, I did my best to get comfortable.

Finally, in one more effort to try and stay away from my son and his desiring glances my way I looked at the boxes on the seat once again.

Maybe I thought. Lifting the smaller box on top I was able to throw it in the back on top of another. Good. Next I saw that I realized that the big box on the seat only contained a few articles of clothing my son had hastily packed in there.

Being a 19-year-old boy he didn't really know or care enough to pack his items properly. Removing these items at least they were semi-folded from the box I placed some again in the cargo area and a few on the floor well near my right foot.

With one big push the box next to crumpled and flattened somewhat against the passenger door. Marveling at my own strength I smiled. There that's better.

I was still worried that my carnal urges would take over again if I had to continue sitting on his lap. I had no idea that creating more space in the backseat would later come in very useful.

"Ok now what the fuck!" Something was definitely wrong. "How could she move all of the stuff on the seat now why didn't she want to sit on my lap anymore? I didn't understand.

What was she feeling guilty about? I loved her. I would figure out a way to take care of her. Fuck Dad!" I thought. "He was an asshole.

I need to find out what's wrong maybe she is hurt or something, damn maybe I fucked her too hard." I didn't really think that was possible but at 19 years old what did I know.

"Are you okay mum? Did I do something wrong?" I felt sorry for him in that moment. None of this was his fault. I am the adult. I am the one who should have stopped things before they went as far as they did.

I reached over and touched his cheek and whispered back, "I'm sorry Tommy, but our little thing, that can't happen again. Okay?"

My heart broke for him as he digested what I was saying to him. "You didn't do anything wrong honey, what we had was fantastic, electric even," I smiled.

"But it can't happen again, okay?" Just then the music went down and my husband spoke.

"So what the hell were you doing in that bathroom for so long Kim? Were you taking a shit or what?" I looked up at Ben and noticed a smirk on his face.

I had seen this before, when he was in one of his sullen moods and had decided to push my buttons a little. I then looked at his eyes in the mirror and I knew immediately what was wrong: the bastard had been drinking.

He must have brought his flash with him and was hiding it from me in the front. This was something I had become used to.

I know he is upset about being laid off and now having to make this road trip with our son whom he is angry with for not choosing the career path he wanted him to take but don't take it out on me.

I sympathized with him — I really did — but I was growing tired of his shit. Even though I was racked with guilt, there was only so much I was going to put up with.

I didn't think he would drink enough to put us in any danger while he was driving, but you never know. He was over 300 pounds though, which meant his tolerance for booze was higher than most.

"Seriously Kim, what the fuck took you so long in the bathroom? I know you didn't want to come on this trip but now you are screwing up the schedule we set. Did you have another," he paused, "problem?" he asked, making quotation marks with his hands in the air.

The "problem" he was referring to was more than a touchy subject with me and he knew it. A few months ago I had stopped taking the pill. With our marriage rocky I had thought maybe another baby would solve our problems, the same way it did almost 20 years ago.

About three weeks ago, not long after Tommy had left for California, I missed my period.

Taking a home pregnancy test, I found out that I was indeed pregnant. Hoping this would make things better I told my husband, but instead of being thrilled like I had hoped, he became enraged.

"How could I be so careless with my birth control, this wasn't a good time, how could I be so stupid," he said and more. He was being more hurtful to me than he had at any other time in our marriage. Then as the icing on the cake, last week I had a miscarriage.

Devastated, I told him what had happened. He only responded with a cold, "Good, we can't afford a baby right now anyway."

Distraught, I locked myself in the bathroom for two hours crying silently on the edge of the tub. When he sobered up he came knocking, apologizing and saying that he still loved me and that we could try again if I wanted.

This was the major cause of our conflict right now that Tommy had picked up on earlier. But now, in one of his moods, he had thrown my miscarriage back in my face again. Tears welling up in my eyes, I said nothing.

I used to love you, I thought to myself. He looked at me through the mirror, only being able to really see my face.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic Kim," he glared. Realizing he had gone too far, he softened for a second and said, "I'm just saying we are always running late because of you." He glanced at me again. "Look, I'm sorry, it's just this whole thing has me on edge."

He wasn't just talking about going to pick up our son. He was also referring to his lost job and maybe my lost pregnancy.

"I didn't mean it Kim, I'm sorry," he said, looking at me again.

I looked up at my husband with anger in my eyes and made a decision. You fucking bastard. My hand that had only moments before been touching my son's cheek sweetly in an effort to calm him down now slowly moved down his chest towards his crotch.

Smiling devilishly, I gently started to rub my son's crotch, almost instantly feeling his cock start to respond.

I had had enough of Ben's shit. If only he knew what had happened in this backseat only about half an hour ago. Fuck him! I had been a good wife to him, doing everything I could to hold this family together.

But that was over now. Hear I was trying to be the good wife and he was going to throw my miscarriage in my face and in front of our son.

Something in me snapped maybe it had already snapped before when I first fucked my son but now my inner slut had been revived.

If I was already a dirty slut, then dammit I was going to be the dirtiest slut I could possibly imagine. "What are doing" my conscience cried out desperately. I'm going to get revenge.

All of the hurtful things he had said to me, not just over the last couple of weeks, but over our entire 19 plus years of marriage would be rectified now even if he didn't know it.

I ignored the warnings of my moral compass and dove headfirst off of the cliff for the second time today. "You want to fuck with me Ben, fine I'm gonna fuck your son, again."

The simple fact that I had changed my mind so quickly told me something. "It's definitely over." I thought. I may not leave Ben but our marriage was over in my eyes.

This should have been apparent to me previously when I first allowed my son to put his hand on my leg.

My marriage had been over for years I just didn't realize it until right now. All of the years of his drinking, cheating and abuse had finally driven me to cheat on him, with his only son.

Grinning I realized that something new might be starting with my son. Maybe more than just sex. It was crazy but maybe this could be something? Something I would have to think about but not now, at the moment what I wanted wasn't necessarily love.

What I wanted right now was sex, hot sex. Continuing to caress Tommy's cock through his pants I said, "I know, I'm sorry too hun, the truth is Sarah called to ask me how the trip was going when I was in the bathroom.

"She really does feel bad about the whole thing." "That's right you bastard your sister." I angrily thought.

At hearing the mention of his sister Ben softened even more and asked, "How is Paul doing?" "She said she gave him a sleeping pill after we left and he is finally getting some rest."

As I talked to my husband about his sister and brother-in-law, I grabbed my son's hand and put it back on my leg — a move he had used only a few hours earlier to seduce me.

He looked over at me with a slightly puzzled expression. I just smiled and mouthed, "It's okay," then looked at my husband and gave him the finger as I continued our conversation.

My beautiful boy did not need any further instruction as he moved his hand up my thigh towards my waiting pussy. *

I was still very confused as my mother began to rub my cock through my pants. One minute she was telling me no, the next she is caressing my balls through my pants.

He was being an asshole and her unexpected mood swings had me shaking my head but in the end who was I to complain.

I had a very hot woman gently stroking my cock and begging me to finger fuck her pussy. It didn't matter that it was my own mother in fact that made it hotter. I inwardly shrugged and once again went for her pussy.

My hand moved up her fantastic leg towards her waiting pussy. "Holy shit she's still fucking wet damn I love you mom."

I was just getting into it when we arrived at the restaurant. Oh well there's always the backseat again after we eat.

We continued to gently massage each other all the way to the restaurant as my husband and I made small talk. As we did I formulated a very wicked plan for the rest of the trip.

I realized that Ben couldn't really hear much in the front seat especially with the music up. With a few adjustments to the Jeep my evil plan might actually work.

Arriving at the restaurant, we made our way in and were seated at a booth near the rear of the restaurant. It wasn't very crowded and I sat next to Tommy while Ben took the other side, happy that he had plenty of room for his large frame.

As Ben looked at the menu I resumed my massage of my boy's large and now very hard cock. When the waitress came over to take our order I slyly removed my hand just long enough to look quickly at the menu.

We ordered and I went back to jerking off Tommy through his pants. Then Ben stood up, saying the bathrooms at the rest stop were too small for him and he needed to make room for the tacos. I said okay with a look of disgust as he asked another waiter where the bathrooms were.

I quickly looked around: there was nobody sitting near us as this was mid-afternoon and the restaurant was between the lunch and dinner rushes.

I checked the front of the dining room; only a few patrons sat at the counter. The waitress looked busy filling sauce containers and flirting with a trucker sitting at the counter.

Satisfied, I looked over at Tommy with lust filled eyes as I took both my hands and unzipped his fly, allowing his rock hard dick to spring free once again.

He moaned with relief. Then with a wicked smile I told him, "Watch out for anybody. Especially your father." Then I greedily leaned down and started to worship his cock.

I love cock. I don't have any better way of saying it than that and now I was going to show my son just how much I loved cock.

I began by starting at the base of his shaft with my tongue and working my way up towards the tip.

With one hand I reached in to his fly and did my best to massage his balls while I licked up and down his engorged cock.

Finally reaching the tip, I was rewarded with a few drops of pre-cum that I licked up with my tongue, quickly swallowing the delicious treat dripping from my son's huge cock.

Now really beginning to get into my cock worship, I kissed the tip and opened my mouth as I moved my head down his member.

Slowly feeling the veiny warmth of his luscious cock as I moved up and down on it. Not caring where I was, I continued to bob my head up and down on Tommy's cock.

Working it with my tongue. Jerking it with one hand while the other massaged his balls. I just couldn't help myself. His cock was so magnificent I wanted to suck it forever. Just as I was getting ready to try something—

"Dad, dad, dad!" Tommy almost yelled as he noticed my husband coming out of the restroom. I quickly sat back up as my husband arrived back at the table.

He squeezed himself into the booth as I wiped the saliva from my chin.

He looked over at me. "What's that?" he pointed to a couple of wet spots on my blouse.

"Oh," I smiled. "I spilled a little bit of water," I said, wiping my shirt with a napkin, knowing that the real culprit was a mixture of saliva and my son's pre-cum.

Ben started fumbling around with the desert menu on the table caddy and I continued to jerk my son's cock under the table with my oblivious husband only inches away.

Our food arrived and I sadly had to let go of my son's dripping penis. We engaged in more small talk. Ben was trying to make up for his outburst in the car earlier. I allowed him to think it was working.

As a big man he ate with a voraciousness only a competitive eater could understand, completely focusing on his food. Meanwhile with one eye on him I resumed my stroking of Tommy's dick.

It was comical watching Tommy try to eat and not make any noise while I gently jerked his cock under the table. He almost chocked once when I started to pick up the speed. He looked over at me and I knew he was close. That is when I stopped.

The criminal mastermind in me knew that allowing him to cum at the table with my husband sitting so close would be a bad idea. Besides, this was only phase one of my plan. We had many miles and hours to kill and I was not about to let him cum yet.

I looked back at Tommy and then down at his cock and gave him a nod. He reluctantly began to slyly put it away. I coughed as he zipped up. Tommy looked at me pleadingly as he reluctantly tried to finish eating his taco.

"Poor boy." I had just given him blue balls but those balls would only have to hold out for a little while longer as I began to implement phase 2 of my naughty plan.

I finished my tacos first and asked for the keys to the jeep. Ben handed them over right away, probably figuring I must need a tampon or something.

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"Oh my god!" My mom had just sucked my cock in a public place. I had almost cum in a restaurant with my dad sitting 3 feet away from me. This was the best day ever!

I couldn't believe how this day was turning out. I contemplated the day's events as I tried to finish eating my tacos.

Watching my mom's perfect ass walk away from the table towards the door I contemplated how this day could get any better. Oh if only I knew.

I crossed the parking lot and went to the driver's seat first. I rummaged around on the floor next to the driver's seat looking through the stuff I found what I was looking for.

Wielding one of my son's heavy Biology books, I hit the rearview mirror from the side a couple of times until it fell right off onto the dashboard.

I smiled: "Perfect." Next I looked down at the seat. Ben had it back far, as he was a big man, but I wondered if a notch or two would make a difference.

He would notice of course, but I hoped I could sweet talk him into leaving it that way. I then moved to the backseat.

Examining the bench seat, I saw that it too could be moved back a little. When we loaded the car we had never adjusted the seats.

I looked into the luggage compartment and there was some space between the rear hatch and the boxes. Pushing the automatic seat button, it groaned a little but moved back a few more inches.

Satisfied, I then hopped down into the foot well between the backseat and the driver's chair. It was tight but I definitely had more room than before. I could fit my kneeling body down there with not much of a problem.

"Check number two off of my evil plan," I thought to myself, again smiling at my sheer wickedness. Last thing was a change of clothes.

I went to the back and lifted up the hatch. The recently displaced boxes tried to fall out but I caught them in time.

I opened my suitcase and found what I needed after about 30 seconds. I removed the items and a small bag then I closed the case and the hatch.

Finally, I took a nail file from my makeup kit and ripped a hole in the shoulder of my blouse. Returning to the restaurant carrying the broken mirror in one hand, I placed it and the keys on the table near my husband.

He immediately roared. "What the hell happened, Kim?" "The piece of shit Jeep is what happened. I went to look for my extra makeup case in the glove compartment and when I sat up I hit myself in the shoulder with the fucking thing," I said, rubbing my shoulder.

His anger was replaced with concern for a moment as he asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, but my blouse is ruined," I said, pointing to the rip on the shoulder. "I need to change clothes, plus it's too hot in the back for me to wear what I've been wearing." He looked down at the mirror again in dismay.

Ben looked as if he was going to say something sharp but then thought better of it, simply saying, "I couldn't see anything behind me anyway with all of the fucking boxes."

I went into the bathroom and latched the door. I removed my torn blouse, then my bra. Next came my skirt, exposing my pussy to the cool air of the room.

I examined my manicured landing strip with my hands. This sent a jolt of electricity through my body as I thought about what I was about to do.

Finally, I removed my sneakers and socks. As I stuffed my clothes into the bag I had brought, I noticed a stain on the inside of my skirt. No doubt left over from my earlier romp with my son.

I pulled out one of the three items I had gotten from my suitcase. It was a floral print summer dress that buttoned down the front, and it was short.

It covered enough to be decent. I was naked underneath and was showing a lot of leg. A pair of flip flops completed the summer look. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. This was perfect.

The dress was sexy enough for my husband to think I'd worn it for him but it was definitely sexy enough to display my goods to my son. The main reason I wore the outfit was for easy access.

Something had been awakened in me that I thought was long buried. I wanted to try new things. Things that I had only dreamt or heard about from friends.

Sure, I had just sucked my son's cock in a restaurant but what I wanted to do was beyond that.

A few months ago my friend Lucy and I went out for coffee after our Pilates class. We soon got to talking about our husbands and inevitably, our sex lives.

I described our recent struggles in that area. After a quick look around the shop, Lucy pulled something from her bag.

It was a book called "The Art of Fellatio". I immediately blushed (if only Lucy could see me now). "Lucy," I exclaimed, and also glanced around the coffee shop.

"Trust me," she said smiling, "This might just save your marriage. Keep it."

After staring at the book for a few days I finally skimmed through it. It eventually piqued my interest and I read the book cover to cover. I even went so far as to practice a few moves with a banana.

Now, the skills I had read about and tried would not be used on my husband-- but instead on his only son. Smiling to myself I realized that the next few hours were going to be very exciting.

As I exited the restroom a few of the guys sitting at the counter glanced in my direction with very approving eyes as I returned to the table.

Even my husband gave me an admiring look, seeming to forget his anger at my breaking the mirror.

Tommy on the other hand reminded me of one of those old cartoon characters who sees a beautiful girl and their eyes pop out of their sockets with their tongues doing dances.

He couldn't take his eyes off his mother. I flushed with vanity, happy I was still able to make guys dream about fucking me.

Thankfully my Ben did not notice his son staring at his mom in a way that no son should ever stare at his mother.

God mom looked hot. I couldn't help but stare at her as she returned to the table. Maybe it was the fact that she had just been jacking me off under the table but I think it's more.

This was a different woman. She wasn't the same sweet timid mom that I had grown up with. She had a glint in her eye that I had never seen before today.

I really loved her in that moment and if this thing continued in the car I was going to show her just how much.

What she didn't know is that I have always been able to have huge orgasms. In fact, a few girlfriends who had wanted to experiment with facials had complained about how much cum I was able to shoot.

They would get mad and say things like "You motherfucker you got it in my eye" or "You son of a bitch you got it in my hair" smiling I realized that I was now both those things a "motherfucker and a son of a bitch" a son of a hot bitch that I was going to fuck the first chance I got.

Now between the move out to California and the fact that I hadn't had any alone time at my Aunt's house I must have had a huge buildup of sperm by this point. I was now hoping to find.

Ben ordered three Cokes to go and when we got them I said,

"Well boys, are we ready to continue our trip?" I smiled.

"You seem awfully chipper all of a sudden" Ben asked.

"I guess I'm just trying to make the best of this situation. You were right, it is no good for me to go moping around wishing I was somewhere else, let's all just try and enjoy the rest of the trip, we will deal with our problems when we get home, okay?"

I looked at both my husband and son. Holding my gaze for a second on my son, I knew he was going to enjoy the rest of the trip, I was going to make sure of that.

We all got back into the vehicle and were soon back on the highway. It was about 3:30 and the beating sun had made the car hot and stuffy.

"Damn broken air conditioning." We opened some windows but that did little to cool us down.

I sat on my son's lap but with my legs to the passenger side, leaving my right hand free and giving my son easy access to my pussy.

We now had plenty of room on the seat but Ben didn't know that he never even glanced in the back.

I once again suggested my husband put his music on, telling him Tommy and me were going to try to read our Kindle's back here.

Ben, being the jock he was, snorted and made some off-hand comment about nerds and their books. My damage control had put him in a better mood however, and he was soon humming away to his favorite songs.

The noise of the road with the window down and the music on the radio would hopefully be enough to drown out the noise in the back that I hoped my son and I would soon be making.

Looking down at him seductively, I carefully unbuttoned his shorts, followed by unzipping his fly.

I lifted myself up and motioned for him to lift his ass up too so I could continue the removal of his shorts and boxers.

He gave his dad a nervous glance and then allowed me to slide both his pants and boxers off. *

I was so fucking nervous as I started to realize mom's plan. It was one thing to slyly fuck her on my lap in the backseat while dad drove.

But it appeared what mom had in mind was 20 times riskier, and sexy. The thought had my already rock hard cock swell even more. I thought for a second it might explode it was so hard.

I was still a little nervous about dad but now I was completely under my mother's spell. I would do whatever she wanted no matter what. I knew then that I was her lover now, and she was mine.

Nothing, not even us getting caught could change that now. We were incestuous partners in crime now and I lifted up my body so mom could slide my pants off. *

As I slid his pants off. His already rock hard cock snapped straight up as his boxers slid over the top and past his dick.

I looked at it hungrily as I continued to slide both his pants and boxers down his legs and over his shoes before removing them completely.

Tommy again looked up front at Ben nervously. I just smiled and leaned in closely to his mouth, whispering, "Eyes on me, Thomas." I then kissed him ferociously.

We made out for a few minutes, our tongues exploring each other's mouths wildly. As we kissed I began to slowly stroke his huge cock with my left hand.

Our kiss was only broken when I let go of his cock and reached for the bottom of his shirt. He raised his arms up as I slowly removed it up and over his head.

My boy now sat on the seat looking up at me with lust and love, completely naked. He continued to kiss me, moving to the side of my neck because I was sitting sideways on top of him.

He gently bit my earlobe and kissed my lower neck sweetly. It was now my turn to get naked. I stopped his kiss by pushing him away slightly and placing my hand on his lips.

Provocatively I looked at him as I began to unbutton my dress. So lost in our passion we never heard the music being turned down. I got to the third button, still looking into my son's eyes not as a mother, not as just a woman but as a pure slut when suddenly

"What the fuck is going on back there?" We instantly froze, both of our eyes going wide and our mouths agape.

The Jeep began to slow and we felt the rough gravel of the side of the road as Ben pulled the car over. He brought the Jeep to a stop and put it in park. "I've got to check something," he said and he started to get out.

Quickly, and hoping against hope that this wasn't the end, I sat up, lifting my dress a little and sitting right on my son's lap, impaling myself on his still hard cock.

I let out a gasp as his engorged dick penetrated me deep into my pussy.

I still held out hope that the only thing Ben would see if he came up to the window was me sitting on Tommy's lap, just like we had the whole first part of the trip.

Ben got out and closed the door. There was an agonizingly long pause that felt like hours, but was really only seconds. Then he began to move towards the rear of the Jeep.

My heart was beating so fast I really thought I might have a heart attack. Then he continued past our door and went to the back wheel of the Jeep.

"Son of a bitch," my husband cursed from under the back of the truck.

Still not sure what to do I leaned out of the window and very nervously asked,

"Wha-what's the matter hun?"

"Oh Fuck he knows"! I thought as I saw him come towards my mom with a big stick. Shit he's going to fucking hit her.

What the hell could I do I was naked with my cock straight up mom's cunt. "If he hits her though it's fucking on I don't care how big he is".

I primed myself for the worst and waited as he approached the car. *

He then appeared wielding a large stick in his hand as he walked toward me. As he got near my head he lifted the stick up.

I immediately winced, preparing for a blow. He never saw the wince though. His eyes were focused on the stick.

"Can you fucking believe that this was wedged up under the wheel well?"

"What?"

"This big ol' stick was stuck under the wheel well on the back tire and rubbing against the tire." He chuckled.

"Probably some fucking kids playing games." His expression turned to a snarl as he brought the stick down onto his large hand with a crack. I flinched.

"Man I wish I could've caught 'em, it would have been worth them doing it just so I coulda caught 'em. Little shits. You know we could have gotten a flat tire," he said looking at me.

My heart was finally starting to slow down and I relaxed a little. Trying to avert his attention from what was going on in the backseat, I smiled at him and said in my best Minnie Mouse voice,

"Aww, my hero," and offered him my lips. Ben leaned down and gave me a little kiss. No tongues or fireworks, just a standard 'wife of twenty years' kiss on the lips.

As he did I couldn't help but feel a wave of naughtiness rush through me, knowing his son's cock was still well up my cunt. Tommy, realizing that everything was okay for the moment, reminded me of his cock up my cunt by thrusting up a couple of times, causing my eyes to go wide and me to let out a little shriek of pleasure as I kissed my husband.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, smiling to himself. The dumb son of a bitch thinks he made me squeal while I kissed him! Little did he know.

He threw the stick over the top of the car and into the underbrush beside the road and made his way back towards the driver's seat. He then paused for a second and turned back. Glaring at Tommy he said,

"Now I know you took your shirt off because it is hot out, but don't you get any sweat on your mother's new dress, she probably paid a lot of money for it and I don't want you to ruin it."

"O-Okay Dad," Tommy responded. "So-sorry, it was just so hot back here."

"That's alright," Ben nodded. "Remember what I said, okay?"

"Okay Dad, thanks."

"Alright, now let's make some time, we are already way behind schedule."

Tommy and I both looked at each other and let out a little giggle. The realization that Ben had seen Tommy sitting there with his shirt off and had in fact commented on it but never realized that he was in fact buck naked and had his cock way up his mother's cunt made us laugh.

"What are two laughing about?" Ben asked from the front, not really asking, just commenting on our laughter.

"Nothing," I said quickly. "Tommy just showed me a funny cat video on his phone."

"Yuck," Ben said. "I hate cats." And he did, in fact he was allergic to them. After that he turned up the volume on the radio and seemingly lost himself in the road.

It wasn't long before Tommy started to thrust his cock deeper into my pussy. Every so often he would give me an upward thrust with his pelvis urging me to do something but I remained still. I wanted to make sure Ben was indeed focused on the road again.

Frustrated, he smacked the side of my arm, not hard, but enough to get my attention. I turned and looked at him, whispering, "Just wait little boy." He started to say something, I smiled and shushed him with my finger on his lip.

My poor boy he had blue balls and needed a release, but I was enjoying the feeling of being full with his cock buried deep in my pussy.

After about fifteen minutes or so I was satisfied that my husband was paying no attention to the backseat. I reluctantly sat up and with a popping sound his cock came out of my pussy.

I then moved up to Tommy's knees and promptly kicked off my flip flops. I dug my bare feet into the carpet of the floor for a second, enjoying the sensation.

I climbed over onto the now open seat next to us kneeling in front of my son I started to strip. I began slowly unbuttoning my dress, giving my son a nasty porn star look as I continued with the buttons.

One by one I continued down until I finally released the last one. The dress, now free of the buttons that once restrained it, and it parted in the middle revealing my cleavage, belly button and of course my perfectly manicured pussy lightly dripping with anticipation.

Wanting to increase the suspense I leaned down and kissed Tommy again. Passionate and full, nothing like the little peck my husband and I had shared a few minutes ago.

Once again we tried to swallow each other whole with our kiss.

Finally breaking off, I smiled over at Tommy again and reached up with both arms and allowed my dress to fall off my shoulders. Now I too was completely and utterly naked.

As the dress fell from my shoulders the wind from the open window caught it, sending it out towards the window. I made a quick grab for it but was too late.

I realized that now I was not only completely naked but I had no way to cover up if my husband stopped the car again.

If somehow we were stopped by the police I would only be able to sit there naked as the inevitable cuffs would be placed on my bare wrists. I pondered the implications for about 10 seconds then made a decision.

I was going to have my pleasure and worry about the consequences later. "You are such a dirty slut," I thought to myself as I made my next move. I had an idea. Laying down on the backseat with my bare feet up in the air crossed over each other I placed my head in his lap.

Looking up at Ben driving I realized if he turned around at that moment he would see his wife lying completely naked with her head in her son's naked lap with his very hard cock sticking straight up in his wife's face. I silently giggled at the thought. Seeing Tommy's monster cock in all its glory jabbing straight up into the air dripping with pre-cum oozing out of the tip. My pussy began to drip even more creating a wet spot on the seat directly under my cunt.

This time with a much better angle I started from the top, enjoying the pre-cum treat dripping out of the tip then slowly working my way down the veiny shaft with my tongue and with my other hand holding and slowly jerking his cock.

My son moaned as I took first one ball then the other in my mouth, sucking and kissing each one. Barely able to keep his eyes open my son looked towards the front to see if my husband noticed anything. Ben was busy humming along to "Sweet Child of Mine."

I barely noticed as I kept licking up and down the outside of his shaft with my tongue. With my right hand holding it I lowered my head just a little. I smiled greedily looking up at his huge veiny cock.

Mentally preparing myself for a technique I had always wanted to try, I worked my way up the shaft stopping at the tip to lick some more pre-cum. Positioning my head over his cock, I then opened my mouth and dropped my head straight down, swallowing every inch of his cock I could.

I felt it hit the back of my throat immediately. God, it felt fantastic tickling the back of my throat. I celebrated my luck (I had read once that only 37% of woman do not have a gag reflex and it seemed that I was one of them).

Holding his cock deep in my throat, I finally lifted my head up and off his enormous dick, spitting saliva all over his engorged dick. Gasping and choking for air I coughed. The music went down.

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"What's wrong, is everything alright?" My son, thinking quickly replied, "Oh no dad, we are fine, mom's coke just went down the wrong pipe. That's all, she just needs to cough for a few minutes." No response.

"R-really hunny I'm fine," I said, half pretending and half really coughing. "I just might need to cough a few more times to get it all out."

And with that, my still very naked body resumed gagging on my son's cock as my husband listened in the front seat.

Satisfied, he said, "Okay, but if you need me to stop we can."

"N-no tha-that won't be nec-necessary h-hun. I-I'm fine r-r-r-really," I managed to cough out as I continued my assault on my son's dick.

He finally turned the music back up and resumed driving. Over the next few minutes I furiously fucked my face with Tommy's dick. I couldn't help it. His cock was like my catnip; I couldn't get enough of it.

It was unbelievable to me that Ben had bought our story about me choking on my soda because the gagging and slurping sounds of me sucking my son's balls and dick would have definitely had me asking questions.

Thankfully my husband, never the great thinker, did buy our story or at least it appeared that way and he didn't mention anything again. My pussy needed some attention too I got up onto my knees.

My bare feet pushing back against the crumpled box next to the door and with my left hand I began to rub my largely smooth pussy. Dripping sweat and pussy juice on the seat below.

Rapidly my technique was getting better as I remembered something else from the book that my friend Susan had given me: remember to breathe through your nose.

This allowed for much longer penetrations of my throat. My sons cock and balls were soon covered in my saliva as continued to attack his cock with my mouth.

One last time I put my face directly above his cock and took a deep breath, sweat dripping onto the mushroom tip from my forehead before finally I pounced.

The feeling of his huge cock plunging deep through my mouth and way into my throat was like nothing I had ever felt before. As I did this Tommy whispered, "Oh my god mom." I don't think he even had control of his body as he thrust upward, pushing his cock even further down my throat.

Pleasurable tears fell down my face as I continued to hold Tommy's cock in my throat. I had sucked cock many times in my life but never like this. This was porn star territory.

I held his rigid cock in the back of my throat for longer than I thought possible, barely able to breathe but loving every second that his dick filled my entire mouth and throat.

It was beyond incredible as every so often Tommy would involuntarily thrust his cock even further into my throat. Trying to breathe through my nose as the book had instructed. I never wanted this to end.

Suddenly I felt the familiar sensation of my hands and toes tingling, signaling my orgasm was only seconds away.

It came with a rush of pure pleasure as my body trembled all over, including my throat, which caused Tommy to cry out in ecstasy as the trembling of my throat must have felt so good on his cock.

I kept rubbing my clit as I felt my pussy begin to squirt cum all over the seat. I felt thankful once again for my husband's anosmia because the backseat was really beginning to smell of pussy and sex.

The huge cock in my throat kept me from screaming as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

It seemed that the sexy combination of me doing something as nasty as impaling my head onto my son's cock and the furious rubbing I was giving my clit had caused me to spontaneously orgasm

(once again something I had only read about but never experienced).

I almost passed out with his cock still way in the back of my throat but somehow I managed to catch myself. Sweat pouring down my body from the exertion, I felt sexier than I ever had before.

Finally, after what seemed like forever but probably was only a few minutes, barely able to breathe I pulled my head back allowing his cock to escape my mouth as I gasped for air. Threads of saliva trailed down from my mouth to my son's beautiful cock.

Continuing to bob up and down, going deep but not nearly as deep as I had been, my adoration of my son's beautiful cock had him soon ready to explode.

Still spitting, I kept jerking and licking his cock until my son could hold out no more. He grabbed his cock from me as I remembered my set up.

I quickly climbed down onto the floor of the Jeep directly behind my husband. Pressing my naked body up against the back of the driver's seat giving Tommy as much room as possible.

"Oh god I can't wait." I had always wanted a facial from someone. Always too nervous to ask for one. I never wanted to appear as a total slut but now with my sexual reawakening complete I was going to enjoy having my face coated with sperm. *

Fuck this was it. My mother had just given me the best blowjob I had ever had. None of the other girls I had been with could even come close to the talent that mom had.

The incredible feeling of her gagging on my cock had almost brought me to orgasm several times but I concentrated as hard as I could and held off.

I looked down as I stroked my cock I love her so much right now not just as a slutty woman kneeling under me but as my mom and my lover.

I thought about how much I wanted to show her my love. I concentrated again, this time focusing on blowing as big a load as possible.

Remembering every trick, I had learned jerking off in my bedroom as a young boy experimenting with masturbation. Every girl I had ever fucked had led me to this moment and I knew "This was going to be magnificent." Knowing I was ready.

I moved forward in the seat lifting my ass up and crunched my head up against the roof of the Jeep. Bending my knees, I tried to get as high as possible in a semi-crouched position.

I strained to push my cock towards my waiting mother as I stroked it furiously toward my climax.

"Now" I said and positioned my cock directly in front of my mother's waiting face. *

I kneeled down further. With my son standing up I positioned my face directly in front of his cock. I felt like a porn star at that moment, all of the dirty things I always thought about but never tried.

Right now what I wanted from my boy was a facial. "You are such a slut" I thought as I anxiously awaited my treat.

"Come on baby, give it to me," I instructed my son, the huge mushroom head and hole only inches from my face.

"Don't scream," I warned. "or at least cover your mouth" He quickly did and just in time because when I saw his eyes go wide I knew it was the point of no return. I watched eagerly as the shaft of his cock began to pulse.

His first blast was something I was not prepared for. The combination of his youth and my teasing him for hours had built up a huge load of cum. The blast struck me in the face alright.

Landing directly on my sweat soaked forehead, the force of his release caused cum to be sprayed everywhere. The ricochet of cum off of my forehead went everywhere. Splattering into my hair, eyes and nose.

The next one hit my hair, some of it skimming off the top and landing on the back of the seat my husband was sitting in as he continued to sing along, totally unaware that his son had just blown a load on his wife's face.

I opened my mouth and my son aimed down, shooting two ropes of cum almost directly into my mouth, some of it landing on my lips and chin. I quickly swallowed, gulping down his warm sticky jizz.

He continued pumping his cock, sending diminishing shots of sperm towards my chin and neck, a lot of the cum beginning to dribble down onto my tits and stomach.

As the waves of sperm began to stop I grabbed his cock with both hands and squeezed as I moved my hands up towards the mushroom tip.

Forcing more drips of cum out of the still swollen tip of his cock, I licked these up quickly, swallowing every new drop of sperm that he could produce.

Tommy moaned in ecstasy as I cleaned his very sensitive cock of every last drop of cum.

Finally satisfied that I was getting no more of my boy's baby batter I released his dick from my grip and allowed him to sit back down.

I looked down at myself, smiling as I realized I had cum dripping all over me. I could feel the warm jism dripping down my face onto my sweaty naked body.

A large and particularly sticky load was seemingly frozen in mid drop on my chin. I had another nasty thought.

"Get your camera out, baby." I wanted him to take a picture of my face and body covered in his warm sperm. Tommy quickly retrieved his phone from the door compartment and pulled up the camera app.

Climbing back onto the seat I got back on all fours and posed for him. I gave him a wicked smile as I posed for the picture.

He kept snapping a few more as I posed for him in naughty and wicked ways. Satisfied that he had captured his slutty mother covered in his own cum, he handed me the phone.

Oh, I almost came again looking at the pics. The first one was the best. It showed me smiling seductively, my lips slightly curved with cum all over my face.

My forehead was literally dripping with jism. I could see where my mascara had run from the combination of cum and my deep throating.

The glob of cum slowly dripping off my chin was even bigger than it felt. The mixture of sweat and cum on my face was beyond sexy.

The next picture was me shoving my tits out as I leaned back onto the balls of my feet showing the many drops of cum that had collected on my glistening C-cup tits.

The rest of the pictures were as hot as the first couple, basically documenting the amount of sperm coating my entire body.

I looked around the backseat area for a second. The leather bench seat Tommy now sat on was drenched in sweat, female ejaculate and little drops of cum that had fallen off of my naked body.

The floor mat also had little drops of fallen that must have dripped as my son's climax came to an end.

I giggled a little as I saw a huge glob of cum running down the back of my husband's seat and slowly dripping onto the floor.

I could feel the wetness on the seat as I looked around. It was a little bit nasty but in my current sex crazed state of mind I didn't really care.

This was the nastiest thing I had ever done in my life and I loved every minute of it. I was a changed woman. Gone was the housewife who allowed her husband to verbally abuse her. Gone was the woman who never fulfilled her dream of becoming a biologist.

In her place was a sexually confident woman who got what she wanted and took what she wanted. I was truly blissful in that moment awakened from my 19-year slumber. I knew that I would never be the same again.

I stood up and leaned in towards my son, kissing him passionately. Tommy did not seem to mind the taste of his own sperm on my breath as we made out for a minute or two.

I then sat up on him putting my arm around his shoulder and leaned into his strong arms. Almost purring with satisfaction we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

"Motherfucker," my husband cried from the front seat.

I sat up instantly but took a second or two to orient myself. The Jeep was still progressing down the highway.

Squinting at the sunlight I raised both my arms and stretched luxuriously, relishing the feeling of my nakedness. I looked down and my son's cock was rock hard protruding up next to my bare leg. "Wait." I suddenly remembered what had woken me up.

Nervously, I glanced up towards the front of the Jeep. My husband was still driving waving his arms toward a car riding beside us.

"What the fuck do you want asshole," he yelled out the window towards the car beside us. I looked over as a red convertible was keeping pace with our Jeep.

The man driving kept looking towards our car. Suddenly I realized he was looking at me. I was still very naked and covered in dried cum. I was sure he couldn't see the cum, but what he could see was an attractive woman in her late thirties very much without apparel.

I looked him right in the eye as I nodded towards the front of the Jeep where my husband was driving and then put a finger to my lips.

My eyes pleaded with him. He still just stared at me. I did the only thing I could think of. I gave him a little show.

Leaning towards the window I gave a tentative glance toward my husband then began to lick my lips seductively.

While I played with my tits and rubbed my torso. This went on for about a minute. I was getting turned on a little displaying my goods to a complete stranger and although he couldn't see I reached down and played with my pussy a little.

My motive though was to give him enough of a show that would satisfy him enough to move on. He then pulled out his phone quickly and snapped a shot of my completely naked body as he struggled to keep his car on the road.

Then smiling and shaking his head he stepped on the gas. Before my husband could do anything he was far down the road, obviously in a much faster car than our old Jeep Cherokee.

"Can you believe that asshole?" Ben said from the front. "Motherfucker pulls up to the side of the Jeep and then just stays there never passing, keeping pace with us for at least 10 minutes. Did you notice him babe?"

"N-no hun," I said still very nervous about my current situation.

"Well he was an asshole." Satisfied, my husband turned the radio back up and resumed his concentration towards the road ahead.

I was beginning to get a little nervous as I realized my situation. I was still completely naked in the backseat, only a few feet from my husband in the front, covered in dried cum from the sperm bath my son had given me earlier.

I looked down at my phone on the seat. Shit. I realized it had been over half an hour since we fell into each other's arms after the cum shower that Tommy had given me.

Shit, I thought again as the realization of what could have happened during that time if Ben had decided he needed to pee or something. However,

I was still in a dilemma. My dress, the only piece of clothing I had worn into the car, had blown out the window earlier and the suitcase was unreachable from here with all of the boxes and stuff piled up in the car.

Grabbing my phone, I turned on the camera and switched it to selfie mode. My heart sank a little as I saw the drying sperm still all over my face. The larger globs of cum on my forehead were still moist and very noticeable as I looked at myself in the phone.

Despite the situation, I started to get a tingle in my cunt at the sheer nastiness of seeing my face covered in sperm.

I glanced down at my son's still rock hard cock as he slept. "Ahh, the stamina of a young man is unmatched," I sighed to myself as I looked at him hungrily.

I knew I was going to fuck him one more time.

"Goddammit you dirty slut you're gonna get busted." I didn't care anymore.

My inner dirty slut took over my body as I realized our session of incestuous fucking wasn't over just yet. Glancing over at my purse lying on the seat beside our naked bodies I remembered the chewing gum I had.

Smiling to myself wickedly, I thought about how the sound of us chewing gum would mask the slapping sounds of what I hoped was going to be another furious fuck session with my boy.

"Hey hon, do you want a piece of gum?" I asked, holding it up over his shoulder. I made sure he only saw my hand and some of my forearm as a glob of my son's sperm was still drying on my upper arm. "Absolutely," he said. Reaching up with his right hand, he quickly took it from me and began chewing away, making popping and snapping sounds. I of course knew he would take it. Ben was sometimes like a kid.

I dropped a couple more pieces into his hand saying, "Here, take the rest hun, I have one piece each for Tommy and me and I know how much you like bubble gum."

"Thanks babe," he said as he once again began smacking his gum loudly. Ben happily began chewing gum and singing to the mix tape, turning up the volume a little as he continued to drive oblivious to the depravity going on directly behind him.

Turning back to my son, I contemplated the huge gamble I was taking as I kneeled on the seat again and began to gently stroke his cock once again.

Licking my lips, I went in for the kill a third time today as I began to slowly work my way up his delicious cock.

Tommy, now waking up, looked over at me and our eyes met with a gaze so lustful it would have embarrassed a porn star.

I worked my way towards the mushroom tip and once again taking a deep breath I throated his cock with everything I had. With his cock once again deep down my throat and tears of carnality running down my face. I thought about everything that had happened today and wished we were in a time loop.

Something like a very naughty "Groundhog Day". A place where my son and I could fuck until we couldn't stand up anymore.

Even with my reduced gag reflex, when you deep throat for three solid minutes eventually you have to come up for air.

My husband barely noticed my gasps and spits as I allowed my son's cock to escape my lips. Looking up at Tommy again I rose and gave him a messy kiss.

As my hand continued to stroke his steel hard cock we once again explored each other's mouths. Slowly I placed my bare feet up on the bench seat still kissing my son hard then I lowered my pussy over his cock.

I instantly felt the electricity of his huge member penetrating my pussy.

t occurred to me as his cock continued to reach the depths of my cunt, that he had, only 19 years ago, came out of that same pussy his cock was now invading.

When I was satisfied that I could get no more of his cock into my pussy in this position I began to bounce up and down on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning on his shoulder.

Enjoying the feeling of fullness that always comes from a big dick in my pussy. My bare ass was facing my husband and I forgot all about how I was going to get myself out of this situation and just enjoyed fucking my son.

For the first time today my son finally got to properly suck on my tits. Pushing me back slightly as I continued to bounce up and down, I was thankful for the Pilates classes that kept me in shape.

He gently sucked on my nipples, swirling his tongue over the areola of each tit. Sucking and biting each nipple another orgasm soon built up. I needed to really bounce on his dick if I was to have another good one.

So I put my legs back down on the cum and pussy soaked floor and turned around. Now facing forward, I began to really fuck my son. Now I could get the leverage I needed to feel his cock way up my cunt.

I pushed down really hard and stopped for a second whispering to Tommy, "Baby, thrust upward as hard as you can, okay? Please do it for mommy." I smiled wickedly at my boy as he suddenly pushed upward as hard as he could.

"Oh god damn it," I cried out very loudly as the pain of his thrust hit me. In seconds that pain was replaced by pleasure as his cock penetrated depths of my cunt never felt before.

Unfortunately, my cry was enough to startle my husband.

"What, what's wrong babe?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice.

"Nothing, I just spilled my fucking coke all over my new dress," I quickly covered.

"Seriously," he said. "No more cokes for you, first you choke on it then you spill it on yourself, do you want me to stop?"

"Don't stop," I said a little too loudly as my son had started to slow down his rhythm when my husband spoke.

It was an answer to my husband but an instruction for my son as I smiled at the double meaning. Our fucking was so much better knowing that Ben was completely oblivious.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

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"Yeah I'm good, just trying to wipe it off my chest." As I said this I started playing with my very naked breasts.

"Okay," he said, going back to his singing and gum chewing.

With my son now penetrating my cunt fully I began to ride him ferociously, finally, able to fuck like animals. Our naked bodies made loud smacking sounds as we worked toward the inevitable climax of our secret incestuous fucking.

There was no reaction from the front as Ben continued his own smacking with his bubble gum. He no doubt thought Tommy was cracking and smacking his gum as well. My plan had worked. Sweat once again poured off of my naked body glistening in the late afternoon sun shining through the windows. I glanced over to my left to see a tractor trailer doing the same thing the convertible had did. The man in the passenger seat was staring at me with a huge grin on his face.

Once again I rolled the dice and decided to give him a show. I began playing with my tits and licking my lips seductively as I continued to bounce on Tommy's cock. Blowing the trucker, a kiss I watched him continue past us.

was a little bit hurt that he didn't stay for more of a show. "Dirty fucking slut that's two strangers you've flashed today" I smiled again to myself. I saw him start to say something to the driver of the truck but by then we were way past him.

Then I noticed something as I when I looked up at my husband to see if he noticed the truckers. On the seat next to him under the television and beside a box was his flask. The one that his sister had given him for his birthday a couple of years ago. "The fucker was still drinking."

Sure I was fucking his son but at least I won't kill us. Now I know why he didn't hear us he was half drunk and trying to hide his liquor from me. "He's going to fucking kill us." I thought.

There was nothing I could do though any mention of his secret would possibly draw attention to my big secret in the back.

So I started to grind on my son even harder my anger causing me to push even harder and faster than before. I was really getting into it too. Then my son had a nasty idea of his own.

As I fucked my beautiful mother I realized that this was it. There would never be another time in both our lives that would ever feel as good as today. Sure we might continue to fuck but today was the first time and the first time is always the sweetest, and the nastiest.

It also occurred to me that despite all of the things that happened today that I still had not really seen her ass. Being an intense lover of the female derriere I decided to change that fact. I just had to see that ass jiggle as I plunged my cock into her.

If today was going to be it for us and given our current situation that might in fact be the case. Then I wanted to make it as memorable as possible. I wasn't going to try anal.

I wanted to save something in case there was a next time. I smiled and whispered in my gorgeous mother's ear.

He whispered in my ear "do you think we could both fit on the seat" "Oh fuck!" I knew exactly what he had in mind. I didn't know if it would work but I game to try. I climbed off of him into the foot well. He moved to his side trying not to make too much noise as he climbed onto the seat.

He pushed his left foot all the way up to the crumpled box pushing it hard up against the passenger door. He then placed his bare foot into the passenger side foot well to give himself leverage.

Now his cock and body were facing towards the open window on the driver's side. He had to crook his neck a little but he didn't appear to be uncomfortable.

Maybe because his sexy mother was waiting for him to fuck her. It's amazing the things you'll try when you are intoxicated on sex and that is exactly what we were in this moment.

We were drunk on each other's bodies and nothing in the world could stop us from continuing to fuck.

Having positioned himself on the seat he looked over at me with a devilish grin and motioned for me to climb up on the seat in front of him.

"This could work." I thought. "God we were being so depraved." I glanced up at the front towards my husband who was still singing "and probably drinking" he was totally oblivious to the hardcore action only a few feet from him. Thankful for my small frame I managed to climb up onto the seat my feet and ass facing Tommy and my head scrunched up against the door.

It was a little tight but I knew in this position our fucking was going to feel awesome I could still feel the dampness in the seat from my earlier cum.

I couldn't wait for Tommy to stick his cock in me in this posture. Fuck if this felt as good as I thought it would the seat would soon be wet again.

Tommy stroking his now well lubricated cock grabbed it with his left hand and guided it to my pussy. I was glad he didn't try my ass. I wasn't ready for that yet.

It had been too many years since and I would need some preparation.

As he slowly entered my pussy I let out a muffled groan not loud enough for anyone but me to hear. He began to slowly fuck me pushing my body forward a bit and making me hit my head on the door slightly.

It didn't really hurt as the incredible feeling of Tommy fucking me doggy style in the backseat of my husband's Jeep gripped me. Despite the cramped quarters he soon began to get into a rhythm.

His cock working my pussy felt unbelievable. He kept up his rhythm for a good 20 minutes fucking my sweaty body like an animal. With sweat pouring out of my body and dripping on the seat once again I felt the rush of my orgasm building as I instructed my son.

"Faster Tommy, please," I whimpered. Tommy began plowing into my cunt with reckless abandon. Making really loud smacking sounds as our sweaty bodies collided together.

My head occasionally bumping the door from his powerful thrusts. My husband lost in his own drunken haze never heard us.

Now needing to cum again I matched his rhythm and pushed back harder, sweat still dripping from my body onto the seat and floor. I felt an incredible rush of pleasure wash over my body.

I barely kept my balance on the seat as my orgasm exploded my pussy squirting onto Tommy's cock still plowing into me the liquid nectar gushing onto the seat below.

The sound of my cum splashing onto the leather seat and my cry of pleasure finally made Ben notice.

"What's the matter babe?"

"Ohh, nothing," I said shakily as my orgasm continued.

"It doesn't sound like nothing," he said questioningly.

"I think she might have a stomach ache from the tacos, Dad."

"Oh," Ben said with obvious disgust. "Well there is a rest stop I think in about 30 miles or so, do you think you can make it?"

Still feeling the waves of pleasure wash over me I barely managed to answer his question.

"I-I'll manage I-I think."

"Good," he said and returned to driving. Tommy slowed his rhythm down, knowing I needed a minute but his cock never really stopped gently thrusting my cunt.

It seemed that cumming twice already today had left him with more stamina than before. "How long can he go and how many times?" I wondered as I recovered from my orgasm.

In a few minutes I was ready for another round. We didn't have much time as now I noticed a sign that read "Rest Stop: 20 miles".

"Come on Tommy you can do it" I said forgetting my husband was in the front seat. Ben disgusted at the thought of me having cramps had turned up the radio louder so he wouldn't have to hear me.

That and his likely drunkenness were working in our favor because I wanted my boy to feel as good as me.

With my knees and legs feeling the wetness of sweat and squirt on the seat I urged my son on. Not caring about the mess only needing to feel more cum.

I had become a cum slut at the age of 39 and this was only going to be the beginning.

"Harder Tommy" I said.

With my mom's encouragement I started to pick up speed as I desperately wanted to give her another huge load. She wanted it and I wanted to please her. My second climax all over her face was fantastic but now I wanted provide her another cum shot that would at least equal the last.

I began to once again concentrate on my cock. Reminding myself to squeeze the shaft as I came in order to create a more forceful blast.

Looking down at her back glistening with sweat and watching her perfect ass jiggling with every thrust of my cock I knew it wouldn't be long before I would be ready to show her once again how much I loved her.

My son began to pick up his rhythm again hammering my pussy with his thick cock over and over. This was going to be so bad and yet so good as I realized that we might not get out of this situation without getting caught.

At that moment I didn't care. All I could think about was how good his cock felt inside me and how good his cum was going to feel on me again.

Another sign: "Rest area: 10 miles".

Now working harder than ever before Tommy's cock kept plowing into my dripping pussy. The smacking sounds of our flesh louder than ever. I don't know what Ben must have thought up front but I didn't really care.

Tommy's cock was now penetrating my cunt as deep as he could. Tommy had me feeling pleasure I never thought possible. Soon I heard my boy say

"M-Mom" I knew that he was telling me he was ready.

"All over my back baby" I instructed. In seconds Tommy hit me with his third load of the day. This one almost as big as the last one. I felt the first explosive volley of cum strike just below the back of my neck.

The next one hit just a little lower onto my shoulder blades. Feeling the warm cum strike my body and begin to run slowly off my naked back onto the seat below.

Then with the amazing virility only a young man in his sexual prime could accomplish his third shot went even further than the first two promptly landing in the back of my hair. The warm sticky goo now dripping from my auburn hair.

He continued to pump his cock sending smaller blasts all the way down my back finally trickling the last few drops onto my ass and dripping onto the leather seat of the Jeep. Again my inner dirty slut wanted pictures.

"get your phone out baby"

Tommy understood right away and reached under his sweat dripping body for his phone tucked under the seat. He snapped a few pictures of my cum soaked back as I remained on all fours posing for the camera.

Knowing time was of the essence. I turned around and sat up quickly.

"show me" as I grabbed for my son's phone. He handed it over to me and collapsed on the seat completely spent.

The pictures he took of me posing with cum coating my back would have made the cover of any one of the porn magazines they used to print.

I was amazed to see myself at my absolute sluttiest and I smiled broadly. I wanted more but rational thinking finally set in.

I looked up for a second and I saw a passing sign: "Rest area: 2 miles".

Fuck, I thought to myself. All day I had been pushing the limits of what I could get away with under my husband's nose.

But now with less than 2 miles to go my inevitable destruction of my marriage was about to come to a head. I was still very naked, very sweaty and Tommy's cum was still plastered all over my body. I glanced back at the suitcase in the back. There was no way I could get to it.

There simply were too many boxes in the way with nowhere to move them to.

Looking around the backseat again there was no way to hide the evidence of our debauchery. Even more than before the backseat was full of the evidence of our two-person orgy.

There were spots of cum all over it from the wild shootings of my son's cock.

The leather seat glimmered with wetness from both my cum and our sweat soaked bodies. "Holy fucking shit." I thought. "I am a sex crazed nymphomaniac."

Once again smiling at a realization that was 20 years in the making. "Maybe I was." This was no time to celebrate my epiphany though.

I sat back down onto Tommy's lap. I brushed his soft hair and whispered, "We're fucked." I decided that if I was going out it would be doing something naughty.

So once again I made out with my son. Both of us were still naked in the backseat the smell of sex, cum and sweat all around us.

The inevitable approaching. There was nothing we could do but face the music sitting on the wet cum covered seat I continued to kiss my son passionately accepting my fate and then,

Wait hold on. Suddenly I had an idea. It was very risky but I really had no alternative. I whispered in my son's ear my plan.

The soft whisperings of my voice had his cock beginning to rise again. "Stop that," I said, smiling teasingly.

I couldn't resist giving the now very engorged mushroom tip a little squeeze, bringing some of the seemingly never-ending pre-cum now oozing out of his cock to my lips for one final taste. "God how many times can he go." I wondered for just a second.

The plan was going to be very chancy but we might just get out of this one yet. We still had the dirty backseat to worry about but "one thing at a time."

"You understand?" I asked him.

"Yep, got it," he said quickly getting dressed. Just as Ben was pulling into the rest area, I sat myself back on top of his lap.

"Hun, could you release the back door when we stop? I wanna get a change of clothes, I can't stand smelling like dried Coca Cola anymore."

"Sure babe," he said, pulling into a parking space.

I looked up at the restroom area. "Damn," I thought when I realized it was at least 100 yards away from where our Jeep was parked.

That meant I would have to run a football field bare ass in broad daylight. There was nothing I could do. Either this was going to work or it was all over. The time was now.

As soon as the car stopped I hopped out, immediately remembering that I forgot my shoes as my bare feet touched the hot pavement.

The sensation made me feel sexy and once again I felt the butterflies in my stomach as my pussy began to get wet again.

Quickly I ran towards the back of the Jeep, leaving the door open to try to get as much obstruction between my husband and my sweaty cum soaked body as possible. Ben had popped the release on the back.

With my back still dripping cum I hurriedly found my suitcase and began looking for my clothes. As I leaned into the back I was effectively mooning anyone around. If somebody walked by right now they would get quite the show. Now it was all up to Tommy.

"Well I think I might as well drain the lizard too," Ben said reaching for the door handle.

"Wait Dad," Tommy said. "Just hold on a second, I need to show you something."

"What is it?" my husband asked, starting to turn around. If he saw me now it would be all over. Tommy stood up and moved towards the front seat, effectively obstructing my husband's view of the back.

Handing Ben his phone he said, "Here, I found this on YouTube, can you tell me about your famous tackle again? I mean I have only ever heard the stories but here is the real thing, you can give a play by play."

Finding what I was looking for quickly grabbed the clothes and I closed the back of the Jeep.

I couldn't change near the back of the car because that would have been way too suspicious for Ben to not notice. "or maybe I really just want to walk naked in public" I wickedly thought.

I waved away my nasty thoughts and started to walk. Now only a 100 yards and this will be all over. Looking around I only saw a few cars parked. But that still meant people and I was still very naked and very cum covered.

"Fuck it," I said, taking a deep breath. I padded my way up the small hill towards the restrooms, the load of cum Tommy had just shot on me leaving a little trail of jism behind me.

My bare feet burning a little as I walked on the hot pavement. I made it about three-quarters of the way up the hill. I was pretty sure I was out view of my husband who was no doubt recounting the tales of his glory days playing football.

Glancing over to my right near a copse of trees a family was having a picnic. "Fuck," I thought as I continued walking faster, careful not to scuff my toes on the hot sidewalk.

Thankfully the kids and wife never looked my way but the husband turned and froze as he saw my naked body. A grin formed on his face as he looked me up and down. I continued walking towards the bathroom doors then stopped a nasty thought occurring to me.

Stopping just short of the doors I looked back at the man. I gave him a sultry wink and blowing him a kiss. "Number four." Satisfied with my wickedness I continued into the restrooms.

The cool bathroom floor felt good on my toes as I looked around to make sure no one was in there. I put my clothes down and rested my hands on the counter. Looking in the mirror at myself I smiled weakly.

My hair was a complete mess with bits of cum clustering parts of my hair together. My face still full of dried cum and sweat.

My eyes were red from tears of carnality and my mascara was running down my face. The makeup had mixed with the cum and created a look that was indescribable.

"Holy shit what a fucking day." I again smiled knowing that my life was forever changed. I was now completely and utterly my son's. He had a power over me that was beyond just sex. "I think I'm in love with my son."

As I thought this I remembered that we still had 20 plus hours of our trip to go, this was only day one.

As I turned on the sink and began to do my best to wash myself another very dirty and kinky plan began to form in my mind.

Tomorrow was going to be a day Tommy would never forget I would make sure of that. I was going to show him just how much his mommy really loved him.

The End Richman3 Author's notes The quotations around the thoughts are for people who read on their phones. Those of you who can see the italics just ignore the quotation marks. So where do I go from here? This is only day one.

I have already begun working on part 3 and I have some ideas but I would really like your input.

Do they fuck again in the car before they get to a motel for the night? Remember Tommy has already cum 3 times today.

Does something happen at the motel? (this has been done before and I don't want to copy but the right idea)

I would imagine anal is definitely going to be on the menu and so is pussy eating but under what circumstances?

Does the father kill all three of them in a drunken rage? (probably not this one)

Does Tommy impregnate his mother if he hasn't already? (maybe later but who knows)

All of these are possible and more as the story writes itself. Sometimes I don't know until I start writing it.

I promise I will listen to all suggestions and include them if I think they fit the story. (bigger boobs)

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Mom's Sweaty Ride Ch. 03 - Incest/Taboo

Things take a different turn.

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Exiting the bathroom of the rest stop, I stopped and looked around. Sighing I thought about the day's events and how my life was now forever changed.

I was now an entirely different woman than the one that only this morning had left my sister in law's house.

Gone was the timid girl who allowed her husband to control her life. In her place was a confident woman who wasn't going to allow anyone to ever control her life anymore.

I'm also a woman who had just fucked her son multiple times allowing him to do things to me that would make some porn stars blush.

The main difference, it was on my terms.

Nobody had forced me to strip naked in the backseat of my husband's Jeep and allow my only son to cum on my face and all over my body. I stood there watching the setting sun go down.

Realizing that the sun was also going down on the old me and tomorrow would give rise to something new and completely different.

Walking down the little hill towards the Jeep with my auburn hair still wet. I had given myself a makeshift sponge bath in the sink of the restroom doing my best to wash the cum off my body and in my hair.

I had put on my third outfit of the day. This one was a cute red summer dress not unlike my last one with one important feature, it provided easy access to my pussy.

"shit I hope they have a washing machine at the motel," I thought to myself smiling a little. Remembering the feeling of being totally naked.

I had changed into a sexy dress at the taco place before our sex marathon, but that dress had blown out the window.

Now I only had one other outfit left in my suitcase and still several days of travel ahead of us.

I could feel a gentle breeze blowing as I glanced over toward a copse of trees now to my right.

The family that had been picnicking there when I made my naked walk up the hill was now gone.

I imagined that the man who had seen me earlier would either jerk himself to sleep tonight or fuck his wife silly in a motel room somewhere while the kids slept.

That thought once again had me start to feel tingly once again.

"Jesus Kim you really have become a slut."

I don't know where this slutty side had come from.

I had always enjoyed sex but not like this.

Back when I was a teenager I had been a little adventurous having 3 partners before turning 16 and then, of course, the professor and Ben but I had never allowed any of them to do what my son and I did in the backseat of the Jeep today.

I should have been repulsed by my actions, but somehow I wasn't

"maybe this was me all along" I thought. Maybe I had been repressing my sexual urges for so long that now my subconscious desires were rushing out of me like a wave of sexy compulsions.

Thinking about slutty things I once again noticed the tiny drops of now dried cum on the sidewalk that had dripped off of my naked back as I made my way up the hill.

After having cum 5 times already today, impossibly my pussy started to get wet again.

Years of repressed sexuality had finally been allowed to escape, and I was now an immoral woman who had to satisfy her unconscious desires.

I didn't see Ben and Tommy as I arrived at the back at the Jeep. They must have gone to the bathroom. I opened the back door and looked inside. Holy shit.

The epic fuck session that my son and I had just had in the backseat of the car had definitely left its mark on the car.

The seats were covered with droplets of cum that had either fallen or ricocheted off of my cum soaked body.

The leather seat was damp with my squirt and our sweat and the smell of sex permeated all through the area. Once again I was thankful for my husband's anosmia.

I went to the back and found a towel in my suitcase. This would have to do until later when I could properly clean the backseat area. At least we would have to sit on drops of cum.

As I was placing the towel on the seat, Tommy and Ben returned both of them laughing and carrying water bottles.

"Hey mum," Tommy said. Offering me a water bottle which I greedily accepted. "God I was so thirsty" I hadn't even realized how thirsty I was until he had offered me the water.

Drinking it voraciously I finished half the bottle in almost one gulp. Pulling it away from my lips I coughed and a little water dripped onto my shirt.

"Jesus Kim what the fuck is wrong with you today? You can't even drink a bottle of water without spilling it on yourself." Ben looked at me with cold drunken eyes. Then his gaze returned to our son.

"Like I told ya if it hadn't been for this goddamned knee" he patted his right knee. "I woulda been playing for the Steelers, and we wouldn't be driving this piece of shit Jeep."

Ben was no doubt finishing his football story that Tommy had instigated earlier. I looked at Tommy and thought. "I really do love you, baby."

Having to listen to another of my husband's boring football tales in which he was always the star, required that I reward him.

He had initiated the talk to give me time to exit the Jeep, get my clothes and walk naked up to the restrooms.

"Don't worry baby, I've got something planned that will more than make up for the tiresome football story?" I thought as I smiled to myself wickedly.

Getting back on the road my son and I resumed our earlier position of me on his lap. Ben still hadn't noticed the I had basically cleared the seat off, but we didn't want to arouse any suspicion.

For the next 20 minutes, I kept an eye on Ben up front while Tommy gently caressed my bare legs.

Ben's driving was starting to become more erratic, and every once in a while, I would see him reach towards his crotch area and bring something up towards his mouth.

I couldn't make out what exactly it was but my I was pretty sure it was the flask of whiskey I had noticed earlier.

I was a little concerned about either us wrecking or being pulled over, but it also meant that Ben would be even more oblivious to what was going on behind him.

My dirty slut won the battle, and I whispered to Tommy "I'm sorry about the restaurant" as I caressed his soft blonde hair and looked into his beautiful blue eyes both features he got from his father.

He looked up at me with a very confused look on his face. I smiled "Yeah I'm sorry you didn't get to enjoy your fish taco" my eyes glanced down my body towards my crotch.

Tommy caught on immediately and smiled "Yeah I was a little upset that I didn't get to taste the fish taco I wonder if there is anything I could do about that now"

I slid of off his lap as he moved forward giving me room to climb onto the seat and maneuver myself behind him.

Tommy did his best to climb into the foot well without pushing too hard into Ben's chair in the front.

I leaned myself up against the driver's side door with my legs up on the seat. He removed his shirt and his muscled chest and ripped abs were on full display for me.

I rubbed my hands up and down his bare chest. My pussy was already dripping taking in my son's sexy body.

Then Tommy climbed onto the seat he did his best to get his 6'1" body onto the seat in a somewhat kneeling position similar to before but with a little more mobility.

Meanwhile, I had spread my legs as wide as I could and hiked up my dress so that my bare ass was on the seat.

Thank God for Tommy being young and flexible because that boy was able to maneuver himself into the perfect position to do multiple things to me.

He started at my feet removing my flip flops and dropping them on the floor. He gently caressed my arches and worked his hands up in between my dark painted toes. Then he really surprised me by licking my feet.

His tongue starting with my big toe and working it all around up and down before he put my foot into his mouth. His tongue still continuing to gently massage my painted toes while my foot was in his mouth.

His foot worship continued for a few minutes as he worked his tongue up and down my soft arches to my heel.

He put the heel of my foot into his mouth and as he did this his other hand reached down and began to unzip his fly releasing his once again rock hard cock.

"Jesus how many times can he get it up," I thought dreamily.

He must have removed his own underwear because he never had to fumble with a fly. With one hand gently stroking his cock and the other working on my toes.

I just leaned back and enjoyed the incredible site and feeling of Tommy jerking himself while worshipping my pretty feet.

Soon he worked his way down from my feet placing soft kisses down my smooth legs all the way to my pussy.

"Oh god I can't wait it's been so many years since somebody ate my pussy," I thought to myself and for a moment I forgot even where I was.

"yes baby" I cried out a little too loud as Tommy's tongue first began to explore my lips.

"Huh" came a voice from the front. "Shit," I thought.

"Nothing hunny just read on my phone that "The Bachelor" is on tonight. I thought we could watch it at the motel."

"Oh yeah," he grumbled then said something under his breath and turned back up the volume on the radio. I smacked myself on the inside. "You stupid bitch remember where you are."

He began by placing soft kisses all around my pussy lips. Gently using his tongue his tongue to massage the outer labia of my cunt.

His left hand moved up towards my flat belly caressing all around my belly button.

Meanwhile, his tongue had begun to work his way into my pussy. "God he knew what he was doing. Where had he learned to eat pussy like this?" I wondered as he continued to push all the right buttons with me.

He knew better than to just rush right in and start fingering. Tommy took his time with my pussy reciprocating the worship that I had shown his cock.

His tongue began to work inward further licking all around quickly but not ferociously allowing my pleasure to build.

Tommy continued to use one hand to help finger my pussy and the other to stroke his cock.

After about ten or so minutes I felt my orgasm coming.

I said as quickly as I could "now baby" I looked down at Tommy over my now sweat-soaked dress and saw him smile.

He then increased both his licking of my pussy and his own masturbation.

As my orgasm hit, I barely was able to put my hand in my mouth to contain my screams of pleasure.

My entire body began to shake and once again I squirted on the backseat. This time, however, my son caught some of the blast right in his face. This only intensified my cum as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

Tommy only stopped his licking for a few seconds when I came and was now back to work on my now very wet and cum soaked pussy.

Within a minute or two he stopped and sat up onto his knees. He whispered "mom." I looked down at him as he stroked his cock aiming it towards my pussy.

With my own squirt literally dripping from his face he continued to jerk his massive rod for another few seconds until an impossibly large rope of cum came shooting out of his hole.

"how could he still have that much cum" I thought as the huge blast of sperm struck my pussy almost exactly and splashing up onto my stomach and dress while some of it dripped once again onto the seat.

His next blast hit with even more force than the first one much of it going almost directly into my pussy the rest dripping down my ass crack.

He kept stroking as diminishing ropes of cum hit my pussy, my mound, and the seat. I loved every drop of warm cum that struck my body.

The feeling only helped to intensify my own orgasm that never really ended as I felt another strong wave of pleasure course through my body.

The intense pleasure of it had me digging my toes into the seat and almost squirting again. The towel I had placed on the seat earlier caught some of our combined cum, but we were going to need a cleaner soon.

The backseat was looking like a porn movie set.

As both of our cums finally diminished Tommy leaned right on top of me and kissed me deeply brushing my hair off of my sweaty forehead.

We made out for a few minutes. Before I glanced toward the front seat and smiled.

Once again today we had gotten away with hot sex right under my husband's nose. The sex was so much more dangerous and hot because of it.

I took some of the cum on my belly and mound and lifted it up to my lips savoring the delicious flavor that was my son's cum. The rest of the cum on my body would just have to wait until I could get to a shower.

After a few more kisses we managed to pry ourselves off of each other long enough to get dressed again and repositioned ourselves onto the seat only, this time, I didn't resume sitting on his lap.

Instead I just kind of sat up in the corner of the seat and Tommy leaned into me my arms embracing him like any mother would her son.

Only our embrace was a million times more meaningful because it was not just the embrace of a mother and son it was the embrace of lovers.

Tommy and I were so exhausted after our marathon fuck all day that we both drifted off to sleep holding each other.

I don't even think Ben realized we had fallen asleep because I woke up one time and he was talking to nobody. "That could be useful tomorrow," I thought devilishly.

Then I also had a terrible thought. "He could also kill all of us in a fiery crash if you're not careful Kim."

I shuddered for a second thinking of Tommy and I fucking in the backseat as the car veered into oncoming traffic ending with a massive explosion just as Tommy was about to cum on me again.

The thought made me both scared and immensely turned on at the same time.

We arrived at the motel just after dusk. I looked down at my phone and saw it was 7:30 pm. My husband barely managed to pull into a spot near the back.

He then got out of the Jeep and stumbled towards the desk.

Seeing him leave I quickly climbed over my son and got out. My dress was sticking to my body where Tommy's cum had dried.

I looked around for a second then immediately began to unzip Tommy's fly and remove his cock. Holding it in my hand, it began to rise. I am always amazed at the feeling of a cock slowly swelling in your hands.

Feeling it get hotter and bigger with every heartbeat of my son. Tommy began to stir just as I put my lips around his dick once again.

He looked down at me and smiled, "what a way to wake up huh baby" I thought wickedly.

Removing his cock from my lips, I said: "look out for your father."

"Ok mom," he said barely able to keep his eyes open from the pleasure of my lips around his warm cock...

After about 3 minutes just as I was about to do my deep throat trick again. Tommy whispered.

"Dad."

I reluctantly stopped sucking him off and grabbed a bag off of the backseat pretending to have been searching for it.

Ben was so drunk I didn't even need to bother. I turned to Ben and asked in my best loving wife voice.

"Did you get two rooms, honey?"

"Yeah, only they are on different sides of the motel. Here" Ben said throwing a card key over towards Tommy who caught it as he exited the Jeep.

"You take the one way over on the other side I ain't walkin that far. You two probably slept the whole fuckin way while I drove" He said starting to slur his words a bit.

"I'm sorry baby" I teased. "I'll make it up to you tonight" as I ran my hand up and down his chest a little.

"Maybe after a shower, we can all go get something to eat? Then Tommy can rent a movie or something while we catch up" I continued to run my hand up and down his body stopping at his crotch for a bit of a rub. Tommy glared at me.

"What the hell has gotten into you Kim," Ben said quizzically. "Where was this woman before?" Then he smiled and said "Yeah shower and food sounds great" he paused and added, "how about some beer too."

"Sure baby, you're not driving tonight why not relax a bit" I continued to massage his chest and smiled seductively at him.

Tommy looked like he could melt rocks with his gaze. As he watched me with my husband.

The truth is there was no fucking way I was going to sleep with Ben tonight.

My plan was to get him even drunker so he would pass out then I could have Tommy all to myself with no fear of getting caught.

As we broke off heading towards our rooms, Tommy looked over at me with anger. I winked at him and behind Ben's back gave him the finger.

I think Tommy understood what I was trying to tell him as his expression changed a little then he looked down and headed towards his room on the other side of the motel.

Entering our room, we put our bags down on the bed. Ben immediately looked in the fridge to see if there was any booze. Sadly, for both our plans there wasn't any. I said,

"I'm first in the shower baby I promise I won't be long."

"Better fuckin not be," he said with a grunt. "I want to get something to eat then later you are going to have something to eat," he said grabbing his crotch with a wink.

It took all I had to smile and say "I can't wait big boy" and I hurried into the bathroom to shower.

Letting the hot water run over my body for a minute felt great as I finally felt clean. The sponging off I had given myself at the restroom was just to clean the basic cum and sweat off me.

This was a million times better. I could finally thoroughly wash the cum out of my hair with shampoo.

It excited me to think that I had conversations with Ben while Tommy's cum was still drying in my hair in spots.

I had done my best at the rest stop but you can only do so much in a bathroom sink, and I had felt the sticky spots in my hair all the way to the motel.

Just as I was rinsing my hair, I heard the bathroom door open followed by the curtain being drawn and someone entering the shower.

"Fuck," I thought. With soap still in my eyes, I couldn't see anything.

Then I felt an enormous cock pushing up against my ass and a strong hand forcing me forward. I put my hands on the wall to brace myself.

I still couldn't see anything, and I figured this was it.

"I told you, baby, let's wait until tonight then I will really take care of you," I said in my best seductive voice.

"I couldn't wait until later," my husband said slurring his words considerably now. "He must have drunk that whole flask," I thought. I wanted him drunk later not now.

I tried to move a little bit forward to get away from his huge hard on. Running my face under the water I tried to rinse the soap and shampoo out of my eyes as quickly as I could.

"I KNOW YOU BITCH."

"Wh-"is all I got out.

Then I felt a huge hand on my back and Ben pushed me very hard up against the shower wall.

"Now stand fucking still. I want what my son had for hours today" he roared.

I saw stars for a second as my head was pushed into the wall. The next thing I felt was his horse cock beginning to rub against my pussy from behind.

"Stop fucking squirming. You tellin me that your pussy is good enough for my son but not good enough for the one who made your son" he grabbed me by the back of my hair hard pulling me closer to him.

"Do you know how fuckin hard it was not to stop the car and beat the living shit out of you two? Pretending not to notice as you walked bare ass naked to the fuckin bathroom"

He pulled my hair harder almost his alcoholic breath on my cheek.

"I really wanted to kill you both, I actually thought about running the whole fucking car off the road, but then I thought no, death is too good for you."

"I own you now you fucking bitch. I am going to make you do things to me that'll make you wish you were dead. You know how much I hate anal, look what you're making me do?" He said pushing his cock into my ass.

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"Oh fuck," I thought we had been careful all day, but the reality hit me as hard as the ham hock that just pushed me into the wall. Tommy and I had taken chances all day.

The pure sexual excitement of fucking him in multiple positions just inches away from Ben had lured us toward tempting fate one too many times today and Ben had noticed.

How could he not? I now realized that the noises and sexual innuendoes we had shared all day were blatantly obvious to just about anyone especially a jealous husband.

"How could we have been so stupid" Realizing that tempting fate had brought me to this point.

I accepted the consequences of my actions and resigned myself to allowing Ben to basically rape me.

At over 300 pounds of muscle and fat, Ben was too big for me there was no way I could ever hope to escape this. I resigned myself to my fate and closed my eyes.

With no lube and Ben's huge cock forcing his way into my ass I could feel every inch of his huge cock penetrating me.

It hurt, a lot but it also felt good. I hated myself for thinking that but it did. "You are such a slut Kim"

The combination of pain and desire I felt had tears running down my face and my pussy leaking at the same time.

I couldn't help it I was mortified and turned on at the same time.

If Ben only knew that there was a part of me that actually wanted to be fucked in the ass things may have been different.

Just then someone knocked on the door of the motel room.

"Hello mom, dad" Tommy's voice came through the door. "you guys ready or what I'm starved."

I started to answer but was cut off by my husband's huge right hand.

"Gonna be a couple minutes your mom's drying her hair."

A pause. "Ok, then can I come in and wait with you I want to hear more about the big game?"

I tried to speak, but Ben's hand had covered my mouth I could've squirmed away at that moment, but my inner slut took over, and I pushed back into Ben's cock sending his cock even further up my ass.

Part of me wanted to get fucked in the ass while Tommy was right outside the door.

"Mmph," I managed to get out. No way Tommy could hear that.

"Ah no son I'm not dressed either" Ben managed to say trying to get his cock in me as I squirmed around in front of him.

"Ain't nothing I haven't seen before Dad," Tommy said sounding a little pissed now.

"Jesus son just get the fuck outta here, and we'll come find you when we're ready." He snarled.

"Dad what is going on? Why won't mom answer?"

"I told you she is drying her hair now you better get the fuck outta here before I get mad, we'll come find you at your room in a while."

"Okay, what the fuck is going on Dad? I don't hear any hair dryer. You better open this door right fucking now, or I'm gonna break it down myself."

"you little fucking shit, I know you ain't man enough to talk to me like that to my face."

"Open the door and find out fatman."

"You son of a bitch. I'm gonna put my foot so far up your ass."

Ben released me pulling his huge cock out of my ass and began climbing out of the shower as he did his foot caught on the edge of the tub and he went down hard.

There was a tremendous thud as his huge naked body fell head first onto the floor. I looked down, and there was absolutely no movement at all. Ben's body was completely motionless.

"Oh fuck he's dead, Jesus he's dead," I thought as tears welled up in my eyes.

I was overcome with so many conflicting emotions at that moment. I was relieved to be ok. I was so very happy that my son had just saved me from almost being raped by my own husband.

I was also fuming with Ben for having almost done this to me and although I couldn't tell Tommy this my pussy was still wet.

Finally, though seeing him lying face down on the floor, I was panic-stricken that he might be dead. After everything, he was still the mother of my child and my husband of 19 years.

Tears flowing from my eyes now I just stood there naked looking down at Ben not being able to move in a tearful daze almost.

"Mom, mom," my son's voice coming from the door. His fists pounding on it furiously. "what's wrong mom, I heard a noise."

His voice breaking me from my daze I hurriedly stepped over my husband and went to the door still naked and opened it.

"I think he's dead I cried" falling into Tommy's strong arms. Sobbing uncontrollably.

"What, what the fuck do you mean he's dead"

Tommy's anger now replaced with concern for his father. He gently moved me over to the bed and sat me on it. Then disappeared into the bathroom. There was dead silence for what seemed like ages.

Then Tommy returned with a dry towel and a solemn look on his face. He came over to me and said

"Mom put this on now" I took the towel from him and timidly asked, "Is-is he dead?"

There was a slight pause from Tommy then "No."

"I think he is knocked out cold, but he has a pulse and if I remember anything from playing football he probably has a concussion but he is not dead" he almost sounded a little disappointed.

"Thank god' I said and burst into more tears. Holding Tommy for the support, I buried my head in his lap.

As much as I might never forgive him for doing what he did to me, I still didn't want him dead. Through my tears, I said,

"He knows baby, he knows."

"What?"

"He knows that we were fucking, he said so right before he tried to rape me." The look on Tommy's face went from shock to anger upon hearing the word rape. I couldn't tell him that part of me had actually enjoyed it.

"He fucking what" with that Tommy began to stand up and move towards the bathroom.

"No, please don't, just don't. Haven't we done enough today?" I pulled his arm, and he allowed me to pull him back onto the bed.

"I don't know if I can forgive him for what he did, but you and I aren't exactly without fault here" He seemed to understand, but there was still a look of irritation on his face.

"Fine but I am not apologizing mom. Maybe what we did to him was wrong but what you and I shared today was something more." He paused and looked down then said:

"I-I love you, mom, I mean I really love you as a woman and as a mom."

I looked down not knowing how to respond and the pressure of everything that had happened in the last 24 hours just overtook me. I fell into his shoulder and sobbed like a child.

Finally, after a couple of minutes of sobbing, I lifted my head up and looked straight into Tommy's eyes and kissed him deeply and passionately.

This was more than a sex kiss there was definitely something being shared between us at that moment. The emotions I was feeling were like a roller coaster at Cedar Point.

I was relieved that Ben wasn't dead and thankful to Tommy for being here and taking care of me and "Goddammit" I was still horny.

Jesus, I couldn't help myself I wanted Tommy at that moment more than anything I'd ever wanted in my entire life. But there was also great love in that kiss.

Love that went beyond mother and son, it went beyond two lovers, it was almost like at that very moment I realized I had found my soulmate.

"this is stupid" I thought as I continued to kiss him deeply.

"Sure he's sexy as hell and what we did in the backseat was beyond incredible, but soulmate?" That was ridiculous I didn't even really believe in that sort of thing.

But here I was making out with my son with my husband lying unconscious on the bathroom floor contemplating true love with my only son.

Tommy finally broke our kiss.

Pushing me away gently he said "we need to call 911, it's likely dad has a concussion he needs to get to the doctor now. There is a bone sticking out of his right arm, he must have used it to break his fall."

I stared at him open-mouthed not believing what I just heard. Tommy continued "it's also likely that people heard the commotion and if they haven't already the soon will call 911 or at least the front desk. We need to call first."

"Okay," I said weakly the immense pressure of everything that had transpired in the last 10 minutes compounded with the entire day was simply too much for me.

I just relinquished control over to Tommy who seemed to know just what to do.

Soon after calling 911.

Tommy helped me to quickly dress. Then he put his hand on my cheek and said "just tell them that he fell getting out of the shower and that you called me because you didn't know what else to do.

It'll be alright mom I promise, everything will be okay" He then turned and left going outside to wait for the ambulance.

I sat on the edge of the bed contemplating the vast reality of what had happened. Then I heard a groan from the bathroom.

Not even thinking I got up and went to Ben lying on the floor. "hun are you okay" I said trying to keep him from moving.

I might as well have been trying to pull a train with my teeth. Ben began to push himself up off the floor groaning and wincing in pain trying to use his broken arm.

"wha-what hap- "and he fell back down again. Not nearly as hard as the first time but hard enough to actually knocking himself out again. Looking at him I felt both anger and pity.

"you motherfucker," I said finding my nerve. "how could you try to do that to me" I almost screamed at him. "why do you have to drink so much" tears now beginning to form in my eyes.

"I-I'm sorry it it just happened," I said sniveling tears rolling down my face now. My emotions were all over the place.

Thankfully the paramedics arrived with my son in tow just then because I wasn't sure what I was about to do.

"Ma'am we need you to move away so we can help him okay, "said an older man with a red beard dressed in a paramedic suit. I got up and walked toward the room.

The paramedics spent a couple of minutes getting his vitals and putting a neck brace on him. They braced his arm with the bone sticking out.

Then they gave Ben a shot which I surmised was some sort of pain medication. I had to look away.

As horrible as what he had tried to do to me I was still his wife and the kind of pain he would be feeling I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

After satisfied that they had stabilized him enough for transport, they did their best to lift him onto the gurney. Even with Tommy helping them my husbands 300 pounds was not easy to lift.

Finally getting him on, covered and strapped in they lifted the stretcher up onto its wheels and began taking him out to the ambulance.

They asked me if I wanted to ride with them to the ER. I said my son would drive me.

Now following in the Jeep behind the ambulance me in the backseat and Tommy driving I again felt guilty looking around the backseat.

This is where only hours earlier Tommy and I had fucked like wild animals while Ben drove the car seemingly oblivious to the incestuous action right behind him.

"Only he hadn't been oblivious. He had known, but for how long? Why hadn't he stopped the car and kicked us both out or stopped the car and beat the shit out of us?" The latter being more his style.

"Because he was going to make you his slave," I thought. If he only had realized years ago how much I liked to fuck then, maybe none of this would have every happened.

I pulled the bathrobe I was wearing tighter around my body. I was still only dressed in a towel underneath and flip flops on my feet, and it had gotten chillier since the sun went down.

"Dammit, why hadn't I changed before we left?" It was too late now at any rate we were nearing the hospital. I could see the bright lights up ahead on the left.

Tommy pulled into the emergency parking area and did something that Ben hadn't done for me since our first date. He got out and opened the door for me.

This was just a tiny little thing, but it signified his level of respect and love for me.

Despite everything that had just happened, I got another little tingle in my pussy and butterflies in my stomach.

There was no denying it any longer I was falling in love with my son.

The ambulance pulled up to a different entrance and quickly wheeled Ben into another door.

Tommy and I went in the main emergency entrance and went to the check-in desk. Thankfully there was nobody ahead of us.

We explained that the ambulance had just brought my husband in, and they went to check on the drivers.

Tommy and I were left to sit alone in the small office for about 5 minutes. During that time his hand crept over to mine and held it.

His tender touch of my fingers sent another shiver down me, and I moved his hand up towards the opening in my robe.

Placing his hand on my breast, he needed no further encouragement as he began to massage and fondle my tits. "I'm such a slut," I thought my pussy again dripping.

Soon I was breathing heavy, and my nipples were as hard as his cock had been earlier. His hand then moved lower to my pussy and just as he was beginning to rub his fingers over my now very wet pussy the check in nurse returned.

We hastily got ourselves back together.

She sniffed the air for a second with a slightly puzzled expression then seemed to drop it, and she spoke to us.

"Okay we still need to do some tests and x-rays to be sure but it looks like your husband has sustained a concussion, and a severe break in his right ulna" she paused.

"Right now the bone protruding from his wrist and the concussion are the most series problems. His is in pre-op as we speak the damage to the bone requires immediate surgery. She paused again looking at me.

I just said a quietly "okay."

"The next thing they need to do is stabilize his brain swelling, the doctors plan on one very long surgery to accomplish this.

They will fix his arm and then immediately move him into brain surgery to try and reduce the swelling. You should know ma am that he may have sustained some memory loss."

Again my only response was "okay" it was Tommy who asked the adult questions about his father.

"Is he going to be okay?"

"The doctors believe that the prognosis is good for both surgeries."

"How long will the surgery last for."

"It should take approximately 8-10 hours barring no complications. We are stabilizing your husband now and waiting on the trauma surgeon to arrive, it should be at least an hour or two before he even goes into surgery.

You are welcome to see him before he goes in, but we have already given him anesthesia to prevent any further damage to himself."

"Is-is our insurance going to cover this?" Tommy asked tentatively.

"That is what I am checking on now, I have sent a request to your company, and the response should be back in a few moments.

While we wait there is another matter and mind you it is just a formality based on what you have told us but" she motioned through the window.

"you need to file an official report with the police"

Just then a large burly man not unlike Ben stepped into the office and sat on the chair next to the nurse's desk.

He was dressed in full Arizona State Trooper gear complete with the big hat and sunglasses hanging from his pocket.

"Good evening folks I am sorry to have to meet you under these circumstances, but here we are. Let's just try, to be honest with each other and everything should as be normal as it can get; okay?"

He smiled a not unpleasant smile and put out his hand to both of us, we each shook his hand, and he said. "I am Trooper Simmons."

Over the next 20 minutes, we went through the standard name, address, phone numbers stuff and began to convey our story.

We, of course, left out the parts about our incest and why my husband tried to rape me.

Our version was more like, Ben came into the shower to get frisky and fell. I panicked and did not answer the door right away and so Tommy became concerned and started knocking harder to get in.

Before we left the motel, we quickly checked to see if anyone had been staying in the rooms around us and thankfully there wasn't.

All somebody would have heard was Tommy yelling through the door to come in if they heard even that.

After we had finished the trooper seemed satisfied with the story and our answers to his questions.

He closed his book and told us he hoped that Ben would be okay and gave us his card in case we thought of anything else.

The nurse then led us out into the waiting room and offered us some coffee. "small town hospital's" I thought. "you won't get a nurse offering you coffee in the big cities" I smiled a little for the first time since Ben's accident.

During all of this, I realized that I had come to a decision. I still loved Ben, but I also loved Tommy. In separate but equal ways. I wanted both of them. I know that Ben had been a complete ass these last couple of days, but he wasn't always like that.

I'm not some kind of battered wife that is trying to justify staying with her husband. I don't know if what happened in the shower could even be called rape, but it was definitely crossing a line, and if Ben remembered anything later, we were going to talk about it.

There were plenty of times in our marriage that he was the best husband a girl could ask for and even though Tommy couldn't see it now he was a good father.

Things had just gotten screwed up, and some of that had been my fault.

Today was a perfect example of that, I had allowed my body to control my actions instead of my brain. However, I was not done with Tommy either.

Things had changed, and they were going to stay that way. I just had to figure out how to make it all work. As I was thinking about all of these things, the nurse returned with our steaming cups of coffee.

Sipping our coffee and sitting there in the waiting room Tommy once again took my hand in his only this time there was nothing really sexual about it.

Just a son giving comfort to his mother only there was more to it. Our eyes met, and it was like I looking at him as a real man for the first time.

"I'm so proud of how you took charge in there baby. I was a complete wreck, I'm sorry." Tears started to well up again.

"Mom" he put his hand to my cheek brushing away the tears and looked around for a second.

"It's okay. I am going to take care of you now. Fuck him and what he tried to do to you.

If it were up to me, I would tell them to castrate the son of a bitch with no amnesia." He said through clenched teeth.

"Don't say that about your father hun."

"You really want to forgive him for what he tried to do to you," he asked.

"Honey he wasn't always like that, he was a good man once, and he helped raise you into the person you are. I just think that many things never went quite the way he wanted them to in his life and became bitter about all of it."

"You add in the booze and" I paused. "him somehow noticing what we did today. I think he just went over the edge." Seeing Tommy's look of confusion, I continued.

"I know it's hard for you to understand this but no matter what there will always be a part of me that loves your father. I know what he did today was uncontainable, but I have to forgive him."

I put a hand on his chin and slowly turned it towards mine. "we are not without guilt here either you know."

Tommy didn't say anything then "so you want to stop?"

I smiled immediately "Hell fucking no baby. I want you to fuck me silly every chance we get."

"Something has started between us now, and it can't be turned off. I-I don't know how I feel, but I know this I want to keep doing what we did today. But" again I paused.

"I don't know what is going to happen with my marriage to your father. Whether he remembers what happened today or not. I just can't abandon him like this."

"Maybe in the future, we will see when he is better, and we have all had a chance to lay our cards on the table but not now and not like this. And you need to forgive him and help out too."

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He looked at me confused. "I don't know if I can," he said.

"You can and you will," I said as if the matter was closed.

"He is your father, and while he is not perfect, he fed, clothed and raised you in the best way he knew how."

I ran a hand up and down his muscled chest. "Do you think you would've had a body like this without him pressuring you to play sports?"

"Do you think you would've had the balls to" I looked around the room again. "To fuck your mother in the backseat, without his influence?"

"He taught you how to be a man, and you learned your lessons well. I think that is why I am so attracted to you. You remind me of a smarter younger version of him."

I was just about to kiss him and probably make another mistake when the nurse walked up to us.

"You can see him now. Remember he is not awake and under heavy anesthesia so keep it brief."

We were led through the big automatic doors you have to push a wall switch to get through. Then down a long corridor towards the surgery unit.

Then the nurse led us into a spotless room with a lot of machines beeping and flashing. In the middle on a very sophisticated looking gurney was Ben.

He didn't look quite so big and menacing laying there unconscious. I really did feel sorry for him at that moment despite it all. I had meant what I said to Tommy we needed to forgive him, and I hoped maybe he could forgive us.

I touched his hand and said "I'm sorry baby. You be strong now okay? This is nothing compared to what happened when you were younger."

Then I said. "I love you, honey." And I pulled away tears falling from my face.

I heard Tommy "D-Dad your gonna be okay. You don't let anyone get the best of you and you better not start now" he said almost angrily.

Then almost choking up "I-I love you dad, and I'm sorry" I almost could see a slight hint of a smile on Ben's face, but that was, of course, impossible because he was deep under.

We then were led to the surgery waiting area. The nurse again told us that it would be 8 to 10 hours before he was out of surgery and we were welcome to do whatever we wish, stay, leave or sleep.

"Jesus what a crazy day," I thought to myself. At different points, during the last 24 hours, I had hated and loved my husband in equal amounts.

I had gone from an ordinary housewife who had sex maybe once a week to fucking my own son multiple in the backseat of our Jeep.

Looking over at Tommy I saw that he most likely had experienced an equivalent roller coaster of emotions today.

I knew one thing for sure I wasn't done with Tommy. Whatever had started between us was going to continue no matter the consequences.

"We need to get a few things from the car," I told the nurse. As we exited the hospital, I took his hand in mine and looked up at him and smiled. He looked a little puzzled.

"what is it, mom."

"Don't you see Tommy?" I grabbed his crotch.

"Now we can really fuck." And I kissed him long and deep not caring who was around.

The End of part 3

Authors notes

Okay, I know that some people may not be happy about the way things worked out in this chapter. Believe me, I get it.

I really struggled with the decisions that were made writing this one, and I almost changed it.

However, I think it is right to stay true to the story that came out as I wrote.

I am writing a story that has sex in it not a sex story.

All of that being said. Fans of the sexier parts I can promise you there will be a lot of fucking in part 4, in fact, the tagline will be "Now we can really fuck."

I already have started to write part 4 and I will try not to make you wait very long.

If you have suggestions for later parts, please comment or send them to me.

Thank you all for following and enjoying the story.

-R

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Mom's Sweaty Ride Ch. 04 - Incest/Taboo

"Now We can Really Fuck".

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This is part 4 of the original Mom's Sweaty Ride series.

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Mom's Sweaty Ride part 4 "Now we can really Fuck."

Standing there in the parking lot of the hospital kissing my son like his mistress I felt completely alive.

A huge weight had been lifted off of me. The last 24 hours of my life had been like a roller coaster ride.

I had fucked my only son Tommy in the backseat of my husband's Jeep multiple times while Ben drove the car seemingly oblivious to what was going on.

Only to find later at the motel that Ben indeed knew about our tryst and took revenge on me by trying to rape me in the shower.

But something deep within my soul had been awakened, and my thirst for sex was becoming uncontrollable. I actually started to enjoy the attempted attack upon me.

Tommy, however, did not know this and had tried to break down the door yelling and cursing at my husband.

This lead to Ben getting out of the shower and falling on his head causing a severe concussion and broken bone in his arm.

Now here I was at the hospital still worried about my husband but also free to act upon all of the sexy things that I had wanted to do with my son without having to sneak around.

As I kissed Tommy like a lover, I reached up and removed my robe that I was still wearing from the motel and allowed it fall off of my shoulders.

Then I broke our kiss and started walking towards the car stepping out of my flip flops now completely naked in the emergency room parking lot of the hospital.

"Mom what the fuck are doing," Tommy said looking around.

I had glanced around as we had come out and hadn't seen anyone so I was pretty sure I was safe however the possibility that someone could exit the doors or pull into the lot at any moment had my pussy dripping with anticipation.

I continued to walk towards the car loving the feeling of my bare feet on the asphalt. I turned and looked at him seductively.

"Aren't you coming son" and continued to the car.

"Holy fuck mom," Tommy said picking up my robe and shoes. He headed towards the Jeep unlocking it with a button on the key chain.

I opened the rear driver's door and sat up on the seat spreading my legs wide my bare feet up in the air.

"I think it's time you had some more to eat big boy, it's been far too long" In fact, it had been about five hours since the motel and two more before that when Tommy had eaten my pussy in the car.

He came over towards me looking around once more then dropped my robe on the pavement and got down on his knees.

"Yeah I am a little hungry. You always take such good care of me mom" He said as his tongue began to trace my outer pussy lips.

"Of course baby, that's what a good mother does"

I moaned as he continued to lick and suck my pussy.

"Yeah you like that you fuckin slut," He said now using his fingers on me. "You like your son finger fucking and sucking your pussy in a public place huh."

"Mmmhmm," I said leaning back. Loving the feeling of being so naughty. I had done more risky things in the last 24 hours than I had in my entire life.

Now he was really getting into it using his fingers and tongue on my pussy like a madman. He knew exactly what he was doing. My boy must have had practice from someone who knew how to eat pussy.

I would have to ask him who one of these days. At the moment though I just allowed him to work leaning back and playing with my tits.

Soon I felt my orgasm building "Come on baby don't stop" I cried out finally allowing myself to scream out loud as I had wanted to all day.

"That's it, baby, right there," I said my orgasm only seconds away.

"T-Tommy" I cried as the first wave hit me like a cannonball. Again I squirted all over my son's face, and again he never flinched loving the taste of my pussy he lapped up what he could.

Another surge of pleasure hit me, and I cried out again "FUCK" as every nerve in my body felt the pleasure.

Finally, I had to tell Tommy to stop for a second I couldn't take it anymore. He stopped allowing me to feel the final waves of my orgasm.

Then he stood up while I was recuperating and began to unbutton his pants releasing his huge and very hard cock once more.

Stepping out of his pants he then lifted his shirt up over his head and now he too was naked in the parking lot. He looked around nervously once more.

Luckily this was a small hospital in a small town, and for the time being after midnight, there wasn't a lot of traffic.

Stroking his cock, he looked at me and said "Now it's your turn mommy" I got out the jeep while Tommy climbed in.

As he sat his bare ass on the seat, he grabbed the towel that we had laid upon the backseat earlier and handed it to me.

I placed the towel on the ground and got down on my knees. I took one more look around amazingly there was still nobody around.

I smiled and licked my lips. Once again I started with the tip tasting the oozing pre-cum with my tongue.

Then I slowly licked his veiny cock all the way down to his balls which I promptly put into my mouth.

Sucking and licking each ball while I slowly stroked his cock up and down.

I worked my way back up to the huge mushroom tip and began to suck it voraciously.

"This is exactly what I needed," I thought as I continued my worship of Tommy's cock. He would occasionally look around to see if anybody was around thankfully the lot remained empty.

So once again when I was ready I stood up my bare ass facing the emergency room doors. I put my head over his cock opened my mouth and took a deep breath then impaled my head on Tommy's cock.

The fantastic feeling of his dick going through my lips, over my tongue, and all the way to the back of my throat had my pussy once again dripping.

I held it there for as long as I could breathing through my nose and thankful for my lack of gag reflex.

Finally, I pulled my head up and back and released Tommy's massive cock from my mouth.

I spat and gasped for air continuing to stroke his huge dick. Then I stopped and got back down on my knees.

"Come on Tommy there is something we couldn't do in the car earlier; I want that dick between my tits."

As I said this, I pushed my tits together and licked my lips seductively.

"Oh fuck yeah, mom." Tommy said as he climbed down and stood on the pavement his bare feet spread apart slightly bracing himself to titty fuck me.

The moment his huge cock touched my bare breasts, I felt another tingle in my pussy and immediately moved my hand down to start rubbing it again.

Soon he found his rhythm and was fucking my big tits up and down.

As I moved my hand from my pussy and helped press my breasts together to give him a better feel.

I wanted this to feel good for him after what he had done for me. He continued to move his giant cock in and out of my squeezed breasts. After a few minutes, he said.

"Mom I'm gonna cum."

"Come on baby all over me just like before."

"B-But we-we're" that's all he got as his cock began to spurt while he continued to fuck my tits.

The first blast went all the way up to my face landing right on my nose. It almost went into the right nostril.

The second one hit my neck with incredible force splashing all over some of it splashing onto the asphalt below.

His rhythm kept up as he continued cumming all over my chest. When it was finally done, I was once again covered in cum.

Looking down at myself I could see my chest was coated in from one side to the other with creamy jizz.

I immediately started to rub it all over making my whole chest sticky. I moved the cum over my hard nipples and down to my flat stomach.

Just then we heard the automatic doors open and a someone coming out of the doors. "Shit in the car."

Tommy dove in the backseat as I quickly followed my bare ass exposed to the world. We hurriedly closed the door and ducked down. After a few seconds, we looked up and saw it was a security guard.

"Fuck," I thought. He began walking our direction. I whispered to Tommy "down."

We did our best to duck down.

I looked up again, and the guard was almost to the car. There was nothing I could do but face the consequences now.

I was very naked, covered in cum, and my son was also naked laying right beside me.

A minute went by and nothing. I dared myself to look up, no security guard. "Where the fuck did he go."

Just then I heard the metallic click of a Zippo lighter. I looked over to my left. About 50 feet from our car was a small little area with benches and one of those long cigarette butt cans.

The guard had sat down and was looking at his phone with a lit cigarette perched in his lips.

I realized that he had to come past our car to gain access to the small smoking area.

Relief immediately flooded into me. I whispered to Tommy who couldn'[t see from his vantage point. "Just out for a smoke, we just have to stay quiet for a few minutes."

Then I smiled and took the glob of sticky cum still dripping from my nose in between my fingers and stuck out my tongue. Dropping the cum onto my tongue, I swallowed it hungrily.

Then with a wicked smile, Tommy started to tickle me. "Come on," I said swatting his hand away. "The guard is right there I pointed out over towards the smoking area.

After a couple of minutes of us giggling as quiet as we could. The guard finally walked past our car and back into the hospital.

As crazy as this day had been I felt like a teenager again. Laughing and giggling in the back of a car with a man.

We made out again kissing and caressing each other's bodies until finally, I said. "Come on we better get dressed and head inside they might wonder where we are."

I used the towel to wipe as much of the cum off of my face as possible. We got dressed, and soon we were sitting back in the waiting room.

Realizing I was still in my robe from the motel I walked over to the nurse's station. Explaining my situation, she understood and said she would see if any scrubs were laying around I could wear.

After a few minutes, she returned with a pair of scrubs. She explained that they are pretty much one size fits all then she looked at my face and asked if I was ok.

Puzzled for a second I was about to ask what she meant then I realized that my eyes must have looked like I had been crying.

I couldn't tell her the truth that they were that way because I had deep throated my son in the parking lot a few minutes ago.

I just said, "Yes I'm okay, It's just been a rough day, and I'm a little worried about my husband."

She nodded and said "Well he's in good hands here. Doctor Stevens is one of the best trauma surgeons around and he will take good care of your husband."

I thanked her and asked where the bathroom was, she told me, and I headed in there. For the second time today I gave myself a makeshift sponge bath in a restroom bathroom.

I did my best to wipe the cum off of my chest and my face splashing warm water over myself and using a towel. I then changed into the scrubs she had given me and returned to the waiting room.

I sat down next to Tommy on the little couch in the area. I leaned into him wary about looking like anything other than a mother and son.

Soon my eyes felt heavy and knowing it would be hours before Ben was out of surgery I allowed myself to fall asleep in Tommy's strong arms.

Six hours later I was awoken to somebody shaking me. "Miss, miss," the voice said. Sleepily I opened my eyes. "huh, what? Where am I?" Before she could even respond, I suddenly remembered.

"You're at the Crookton Hospital ma'am." The nurse said.

"Oh yes, thank you," I said stretching my arms.

"how is my husband? Is he out of surgery yet?"

"Yes, ma'am that's why I came over to wake you. The doctor will be out in a few minutes to give you an update."

"Thank you," I said and then looked around realizing that Tommy wasn't around.

"Excuse me nurse have you seen my son."

She smiled and blushed a little, it was evident to me that the nurse liked Tommy.

"Yes, he got up about an hour ago. He said he was going back to the motel to get you a change of clothes.

He told me to tell you not to worry and that he would be back soon."

I thanked her again then went to the bathroom to relieve myself and splash some water on my face.

Returning to the waiting room, I got myself a cup of coffee and waited for the doctor to come out.

Soon the double doors opened, and an older man with thinning gray hair dressed in scrubs came through the door.

He looked to about in his early 50s and had a warm smile as he introduced himself as Doctor Stevens.

He said that the news and prognosis were excellent. The surgery did not take as long as expected, the damage to Ben's arm had been repaired, and they had relieved the pressure in his brain.

Doctor Stevens did caution me that Ben could have some memory loss, especially in the last few days. He said most likely it wouldn't be permanent but that these things are never set in stone.

"That would be okay with me," I thought. Ben forgetting all about me fucking Tommy in the backseat, forgetting he tried to rape me, all of the crazy events of the last 24 hours.

"Yes, I thought it would be so much better if he forgot about everything, not just for Tommy and me but for himself as well."

"Thank you, Doctor, when can we see him?"

"Not for a while, he is in post-op recovery now. I guess maybe a couple of hours before he is ready for visitors even then if he is awake at all it will only be for a few moments. My guess is he will sleep most of today."

I thanked him again and sat down drinking my coffee and pondering everything. I was so glad Ben was going to be okay, and I was also once again horny as fuck.

I began to think of all of the things Tommy, and I could do today and over the next couple of days until Ben was allowed to leave. My pussy started getting wet again.

Just then Tommy came through the ER doors from the parking lot. I got up and hugged him slyly grabbing his ass.

He handed me an overnight bag that he said contained a change of clothes, makeup, and other female essentials.

I filled him in on Ben's condition and was happy to see he took my advice about trying to forgive his father as he seemed relieved to hear Ben was going to be okay.

"I guess I will be driving the rest of the way home?"

"Maybe but let's not worry about that right now. We have bigger fish to fry today." Making sure nobody was looking, I ran my hand up and down his crotch.

"Let's go," he said. I followed him to the Jeep and got in the back.

We arrived at the motel and went to Tommy's room. I didn't want to go back to that room, at least not yet.

As soon as we got inside, we started making out. It was a very sensual kissing not hurried or rough but very passionate.

He gently pushed me down onto the bed and continued kissing me. We kept kissing for a long time. Completely enjoying each other. Soon we had removed each other clothes.

Tommy broke our kiss and began laying soft kisses down my neck and chest. He took each of my nipples in his mouth.

"It's been a long time since you sucked on my nipples," I said mischievously.

"I wish I could remember, all I know is that they are fantastic right now," Tommy said between licks of my tender nipples.

He gently massaged my breasts as his worship of my nipples continued. Eventually, he continued down to my flat belly.

His hands and mouth rubbing and caressing me. He kissed my belly button while his hands ran up and down the sides of my body.

Then he worked his way down to my pussy once again and began to work his magic on me. Tommy's tongue and fingers worked my pussy like a world class musician would work an instrument.

He kept kissing and fingering me until I had another massive orgasm. This one did not include squirt, but it was definitely stronger than some of the others he had given me yesterday.

The waves of pleasure washing over me had me whimpering with pleasure. I continued to feel spasms for at least five minutes as my toes curled and I arched back into the headboard of the cheap motel bed.

I finally opened my eyes and looked up seeing Tommy looking down at me with a smile. "how did that feel mom" he asked me.

"Like heaven on Earth baby" I pulled him down on me and began to kiss him once again. We kept kissing and feeling each other's bodies for a little while until Tommy ultimately entered my pussy with his huge cock.

It was very gentle there wasn't any hurry in the insertion of his now rock hard dick.

We kept kissing as he slowly thrust into me.

It occurred to me at that moment that we weren't fucking that we were actually making love at this point. This was beyond mere lust and want.

"I love you, Tommy," I said looking straight into his eyes and brushing his hair with my hand. A few tears started to roll down my cheek as I said this.

The full realization of understanding that I actually loved my own son as a man not just a son.

"I love you too Kim," Tommy calling me by my real name had a tremendous effect on me, and more tears started to flow from eyes.

"Mom why are you crying," he said brushing the tears away from my eyes but still continuing to slowly thrust into my pussy with his steel cock.

"Oh baby, I'm just happy that's all. These aren't tears of sadness or pain they are tears of happiness and contentment. I never want this moment to end."

With that, he kissed me again and maintained his rhythm. "I promise not to cum until you tell me too," he said.

He did all he could to live up to that pledge. We kept slowly fucking for several hours our hot bodies rolling around on the bed.

Eventually, Tommy's rhythm finally started to get more furious. "Mom I'm trying to hold out but I really gotta cum." He said shakily.

"It's ok. I want you to cum now. I want you to cum right inside of me as far up into my pussy as you can get it.

"B-but" I shushed him by putting a finger to his lips.

"Shhh baby don't think about that now. Just cum inside of me. I want to feel your sperm coat my pussy."

"Ohhh h-hear it cums m-"is all he got out as he thrust his enormous cock so far and hard into me that it actually hurt for about a second until I felt the warm cum begin to spurt inside of me.

The intense feeling of his orgasm and the emotional bond we had created combined to give me another orgasm.

He kept his cock in me long after he had finished cumming and allowed me to experience my orgasm it was almost like he shared it with me.

He continued to kiss and caress my body while I orgasmed. All of the love and passion he gave me at that moment was almost too much for me to handle.

We kept making love for a while longer kissing and caressing with his cock softening inside of me finally he rolled off of me. "Mom that was fuckin awesome," he said smiling and breathing heavy.

"You weren't so bad yourself," I said touching his muscled chest as I too laid there breathing heavy. We had both just had phenomenal sex, but each knew that this was something way more.

"Baby we have to talk," I said rubbing his body.

"Ok about what?"

"About our future together. No matter what happens with your father, you and I should be together. I don't know what that means exactly, but I know this I want you."

"More than anything I have ever wanted in my life. If that means divorcing your father, then that's what it means."

"But you said at the hospital" I cut him off.

"I know what I said, and I meant it. If your father remembers, then we will deal with that, and if he doesn't, that won't change anything either. However, if we could someone get him to accept our relationship then maybe." My voice trailed off.

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"Do you really think he would take me fucking you every night mom?"

"I don't know; your father is more complicated than he seems Tommy. He was a very good man once, and I really believe that no matter what happens he could be again. Getting him to accept this won't be easy, but it could be done, I think."

"I think your crazy mom. I think you want your cake and eat it too."

I smiled and grabbed his cock once more his rod beginning to stiffen in my grip. "Hell yeah, I want my cake and speaking of eating it."

I moved over and started to suck his dick once more. I ravenously sucked on his cock for a while before I stopped. I rolled over onto my back again and told him to move down the bed a bit.

"I have always wanted to try this and based on what you did in the car maybe you will like this too." As I said this, I moved my feet up towards his cock.

Rubbing his legs with one foot and his six pack stomach with the other. I continued to tease him with my feet occasionally brushing his cock with my painted toes.

My left foot began to gently caress his balls while my right moved up and down his thigh.

"Oh fuck mom that is so hot," he said.

"You want hot baby. Just wait" I said and moved my foot back to my own face, and I licked to soles of each of my feet effectively lubricating them.

Tommy said "Thank God for yoga. That is fucking amazing."

I didn't say anything. Instead, I kept maneuvering my feet and licked and sucked my toes all of the while looking at Tommy with seductive eyes.

When I was satisfied that my pretty feet were well lubricated, I moved them back to his rock hard cock.

He had been stroking it while I sucked my toes and the pre-cum was literally dripping from the large tip of his cock.

"Just relax baby and let mama do all the work," I said as I put one bare sole on each side of his cock and began to jerk him with my feet.

I kept on tugging his cock for a few minutes before I sat up and took him in my mouth again with my feet still wrapped around his cock.

I licked and sucked him placing my arms on the bed for balance. Between sucks, I said to him. "Push on my head baby."

Tommy obliged pushing down on my head as I licked his huge mushroom tip and then did my absolute best to deep throat him from the position I was in.

It hurt my lower back a little, but I was able to take almost his entire cock in my mouth. Once again I was very thankful for my yoga and my reduced gag reflex.

"Oh fuck that's so hot mom."

"Yeah you like that," I said pulling my mouth off of his cock and laying back down.

I continued to jerk him with my feet faster and harder until I could feel my calf muscles start to hurt.

I fought through the pain and kept going. At last Tommy said "Now mom" and he grabbed his cock and started stroking quickly.

"On my feet baby," I said running my right foot up his thigh. "Come on" I watched with remarkable anticipation as his cock began to pulse.

He stroked for only a few seconds until finally he grabbed my foot with his left hand and aimed his massive dick at my toes.

The first blast struck my left foot the sensation of his warm cum on my bare foot like nothing I had ever experienced before and it kept getting better.

His subsequent blasts continued to cover both of my feet with warm sticky jizz as I moved each foot over his cock. A few drops even missed and landed on my legs and onto the bed.

"Shit might as well ruin the bedsheets too. Not as if this place has never seen cum on the sheets before." Thinking about our Jeep for a second.

Finally, his orgasm diminished, and he leaned his head back and breathed a huge sigh.

I then maneuvered my feet back to my mouth licking as much cum from my beautiful feet as I could and swallowing every drop.

"That's so fucking sexy mom."

I kept licking and sucking my toes and feet for a few minutes until I finally sat back up and gave his cock a few sucks cleaning off any remaining cum.

Then I laid back down and stretched. I was so content at that moment I could almost purr like a kitten.

Tommy laid down beside me, and we turned toward each other just staring into each other's eyes with not one ounce of uncomfortableness.

We stayed that way for a long time neither of us speaking just looking at each other.

We eventually fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up about 2 hours later. Carefully I got out of bed grabbed my purse and went into the bathroom.

I turned on the light and looked into the mirror. I splashed some water onto my face and ran a brush through my hair.

I then looked at my body in the mirror. Running my hands up and down my toned body I felt sexier than I had ever felt in my life.

The year of exercise had kept me in great shape. I ran my hands over my flat belly and up towards my C cup breasts holding them in my palms they were still very tight with not a bit of sag in them.

I then reached down into my purse and pulled out a little container in which I kept my pills. I looked at them for a long time.

I realized that I hadn't taken any pills for a couple of days. If I took one right now, maybe they would work.

After looking at them for a while, I picked up the container and dumped them into the sink running water to wash them down the drain.

Looking into the mirror, I smiled as I realized I was going to have Tommy's baby.

I wasn't 100 percent certain but knowing my ovulation cycle and the fact that I had just thrown away my birth control pills I was fairly certain that if I hadn't already conceived, I would make sure in the next couple of days.

So many things ran through my head at that moment. Was I ready? Was Tommy ready? How would we make this work with Ben or even each other?

I didn't have the answers to any of these questions but what I did know was that I wanted this.

My love Tommy was so strong, and this would only cement our love. Having a baby with your own son is about as crazy and taboo as one can get but I wanted it.

The idea of the two of us raising a child together filled me with happiness beyond description.

How had I reached the point in not only marriage but in my life that I was willing to risk breaking every rule there is to have a child with my own son?

The answer was simple, love.

I got into the shower and turned on the water. This time, nobody interrupted me as I allowed the hot water to soothe my body.

I thought about all of the things that had transpired over the last 2 days and about the future.

I decided not to tell Tommy until we figured out what to do about Ben. Not just in the future but immediately.

We had to figure out how to get home first. We also had to find out how much if anything Ben remembered before his fall.

When the time was right, I would explain things to my son and maybe if things worked out I could explain them to Ben. The later was a long shot, but I wanted to think positive thoughts at that moment.

I got out of the shower finally and wiped the condensation off of the mirror. One last time I looked at myself and smiled.

Everything was going to change now. I knew I was going to be a mother.

"You are going to have a baby with your own son," I thought both happily and just a little wickedly.

I realized the future would be an interesting place for all of us.

The End

Author's notes

Okay, I struggled a bit writing this one. I wrote myself into a corner in the last chapter, and this was the inevitable conclusion to what happened. I am not sure how to continue from here.

I don't know if I really want to explore the two of them raising a baby. I will definitely have to give this some thought.

Meanwhile, I have listed below some ideas and directions the story could take should I choose to continue.

I could, of course, write more fucking on the way home.

We could see what happens with the baby.

Ben could remember everything and there are multiple ways that could play out. But he could also not remember anything, and that has several outcomes.

One other thing I am writing an alternate version of this story that basically changes what happens in the hotel in part 3.

This release is much more of a sex story. I will do my best to release at least a part 3 and 4 of this alternate version.

So I encourage people to write me their opinions or leave feedback on where you would like the story to go if anywhere.

It may be awhile on the next part as I am currently beginning a mainstream project and would like to focus on that for a while.

Thank you

-R

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