Mother and child in the back seat

It was summer, on California's Interstate 7, and my family was happily discussing our trip in the cramped car.

"Hopefully there'll be more room to move around," I replied, rubbing my son Corey's crotch slightly.
"Yeah, driving is really boring," my husband said.
"Although the scenery is beautiful," Corey said, playfully grabbing my breasts again. I slapped his hands away and said, "Although I can't sit in one place for very long."
"Another half hour," Alex said, then added, "probably about that."
I said, "Hopefully," and couldn't help but say, "Great, because I'm starving."
"A T-bone steak?" Alex asked.
"Yes," I nodded, "a big T-bone." My husband was once again oblivious to my playful sexual innuendo. However, Corey understood; he arched his backside and thrust his penis deeper into me.
I couldn't help but let out a moan, just like the first time his penis entered me.
"Are you alright?" Alex asked casually.
“Oh, it’s just that I keep getting poked,” I wasn’t lying, Corey was subtly shifting his buttocks up and down. “Let’s see if we can try to repack the luggage tomorrow morning,” Alex promised.
“Good idea,” I nodded, trying not to groan.
“There’ll always be a way,” he said.
Corey added, “Dad, I feel okay. I’m used to Mom sitting on me.”
I thought to myself. He was really bold. However, Alex certainly didn’t understand the meaning of that sentence… nor should he understand why he would think his son would fuck his wife from behind. He couldn’t possibly have imagined it.
“Oh, I like this song,” I said, hoping that the Starship song “We Build This City” would distract him from the groans I was about to let out.
My husband actually started singing along.
I sat up and started singing along with him, offering my vagina to our son.
Thank God, my son didn’t need any guidance, he started slowly fucking me.
Alex stared at me, reminiscing about the 1980s when he sang Mickey Thomas and I sang along to Reese Slick, completely unaware that his own flesh and blood was having sex with his wife.
And I… not only was I a terrible mother being fucked by my son, but also an unfaithful wife, yet somehow, the thought of doing such a lewd thing next to my husband excited me even more.
As the song neared its end, my climax began, and I screamed, “Oh, damn it,” when I felt my son insert a finger into my anus.
“What’s wrong?” Alex asked, slowing down. “My leg cramped,” I lied, as my son’s finger was quickly pulled out of my anus, as fast as when he had inserted it.
“Should I stop?” Alex asked.
“No,” I said, starting to arch and sway on Corey’s penis, “just stretch your limbs.”
“Poor Corey,” Alex said, seeing me moving up and down, he didn’t understand what I was really doing.
“I’m fine,” Corey said, his hand reaching to my crotch.
“I won’t hurt you, will I?” I asked, trying to get him to join in the joke.
He laughed and said, “No, not at all.”
“Let me know if you need me to stop,” Alex said.
“Okay,” I nodded, strangely enough, I really did have a leg cramp…it was so ironic.
I reluctantly moved to the upper right, Corey’s penis sliding out of me, and I said, “Looks like we really need to stop.” “
Okay,” Alex said, the car slowing down.
“Sorry, Corey, I really need to get out and stretch my legs,” I apologized, trying to let him know I really did have a cramp.
“I need to stretch too,” he added, as he removed his throbbing penis from under me, his semen and my vaginal fluids flowing out of my vagina.
I wasn’t sure if I could smell sex, so I grabbed my handbag and pulled out some damp tissues. As soon as the car stopped, I got out and stretched my still cramping legs.
Father and son came out, stretching.
"Less than an hour left," Alex said.
"Yeah," I nodded, "but I need a little time to stretch my legs."
"No rush," Alex nodded, then added, "I need to pee."
As soon as he reached the other side of the car, I started wiping my legs, even putting my hands under my skirt. I didn't care about the car driving past us; what I desperately needed was to get rid of the smell of my semen. Corey coughed—a warning cough—and I quickly threw away the damp tissue.
"Damn, it's hot today," Alex said.
"Hot," Corey agreed.
I glanced at Corey again and added, "Suffocatingly hot."
"Ready?" my careless husband asked. "All set," I nodded, staring at my son, indicating I was still looking forward to resuming what we'd been doing.
"Okay, next stop is where we'll spend the night," Alex said.
"Sounds good," I said, and Corey got back into the car.
As soon as we got back to the car, I pulled Corey's penis out. Alex asked, "Maybe we can find a hotel with a hot tub."
"Sure," I agreed, my muscles aching from the cramped space. Of course, the limited space didn't hinder Corey's sexual activity. I gripped his still-erect penis, adjusted its position, and placed it under my wanton cunt. Corey supported my hips for balance, and I slowly sat down on his penis. Once he was seated, I was completely on top of him, fully enjoying the feeling of my vagina being filled. Then I started slowly grinding against him, hoping to quickly re-arouse my cunt. I closed my eyes, enjoying the gradual rise in my libido. Ironically, Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start" began to echo in the car.
I needed more stimulation to truly reach orgasm, so I decided to try a new position. I leaned as far to my right as possible, lifted my buttocks, letting his penis slide out of my body, and then pointed at Corey.
Corey realized what I wanted. He wanted to move to his side and fuck me that way.
He readjusted his position, and my head was resting on the box. If my husband turned to the right and looked back, I would be completely exposed to his view. Now, he was looking back at me. I smiled and said, "New position." "
Got it," he nodded.
"Oh," I groaned softly as Corey's penis slid back into my body. To hide my embarrassment, I pointed out the window, "Look, a horse."
"I see it," Alex nodded, then tried to sing along to Billy Joel's music. At the same time, as Corey slowly thrust his penis in and out of my vagina, my desire ignited.
I needed to climax, I needed to reach orgasm as quickly as possible. The constant starting and stopping was driving me crazy, making my craving for orgasm even more intense.
I wiggled my hips slightly, signaling that I wanted to hurry.
Thankfully, Corey understood, and as a new song started, he began thrusting rapidly into me—another ironic song, Duran Duran's "Hungry as a Wolf."
I was indeed very hungry.
"Did you see any Duran Duran live when you were a teenager?" Alex asked, turning to look at me.
"Yes," I nodded, trying to hide the pleasure that might be showing on my face.
"Are you alright?" he asked again.
"Oh, yeah, I feel great," I said, "just can't find the perfect position." Again, my words had a double meaning.
"I guess you can't find the perfect position in such a tight place," Alex said.
“That’s true,” I nodded. “New positions only feel good for a short time, but soon you’ll need a new one.”
Corey’s hand stroked my buttocks, and then I heard Alex say, “Maybe Corey can drive for the last twenty minutes.”
I wanted to say, ‘He’s going to drive this car right now,’ but my orgasm was coming, and I just let out a soft moan and said something only Corey understood: “We’re almost there.”
I was almost there; I just needed a few deep thrusts.
I wiggled my buttocks again.
This time, Corey took that as permission and inserted his fingers into my anus.
I frowned slightly because the lack of lubrication made it a little painful. I like anal sex, but it usually requires a lot of lubrication.
My son’s cock was fucking my pussy, and his fingers were fucking my asshole, which brought me close to climaxing. In addition, doing such a lewd thing so close to my husband added to my pleasure.
I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and let the pleasure slowly build up inside me. Fortunately, my husband wasn't talking to me at that moment, and I was enjoying the pleasure of being penetrated in both holes simultaneously. Finally, I orgasmed.
Somehow, I didn't scream, even though every part of me wanted to scream, and my vaginal fluid flowed out of my body, onto my son's penis.
Corey kept thrusting into me during my orgasm until I patted his hand, begging him to stop, and then his penis finally withdrew, and my vaginal fluid gushed out. I pointed to my handbag, and he knew what I was implying. He pulled out some wet wipes and began wiping my thighs and vulva.
Alex turned and said, "It'll take another ten minutes."
"Thank God," I replied, needing to get out of the car before the smell of my vaginal fluid filled the air.
"Sarah, why is your face so red?" Alex looked at me worriedly.
"It's just too hot," I replied, a good excuse in this hot summer.
After Corey finished cleaning up his mother, I sat back on his lap, leaning back against him, exhausted.
He whispered in my ear, "Mom, I love you."
I gently wiggled my hips in response, too exhausted to speak.
[The End]

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