In the car with my son

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You never know how much you'll need until you leave.

When our last son was going to college, we were planning to do two things at the same time: drive
him 16 hours to college and then do a two-week road trip. As we crammed Corey's stuff and our
suitcases into the car, we realized we were in a difficult situation.
There was only room for two people left in the car: the driver and the seat behind him.

My husband tried to rearrange the luggage, but there was just too much stuff.

I finally said, "Corey and I can squeeze together."

"Sixteen hours?" my husband, Alex, asked.

"That's all we can do. We might need to stop at more rest stops," I shrugged.

"With your small bladder, it'll be like this anyway," Alex said, always
annoyed by how often I made him stop. He was a man who liked to go full speed ahead, while my bladder was one that needed to
stop to release pressure

. I turned to Corey, who was as thin as me, for help, "Could you squeeze next to your old mother for 16 hours?"

"Oh, if I had to," my son replied in his usual sarcastic tone.

"Watch your attitude," I joked. "You're going to be with me for another sixteen hours."

I should have noticed sooner; it was a very hot August, and
I was wearing a light summer dress to stay as comfortable as possible.

We both went to the restroom again, and of course, I did too. Afterwards, Corey and I squeezed into
the back seat that had been occupied by one person.

Alex asked sarcastically, "Comfortable?"

Corey's elbow poked my breast, and I joked, "You're like a cow on a train."

"Moo," Corey imitated a cow's moo, then his arm moved faster as if in a joke, putting even more pressure
on . "

We've only been out of the city for half an hour," I couldn't help but say, "No, it's too uncomfortable."

"Don't you like being sardines?" Corey asked me as he paused his reading on his iPad. I
was also reading; in my mind, the Kindle app was the only app worth having.

"Not really," I shook my head helplessly, then said, "Maybe I can sit on your lap for a while."

"Okay," my son nodded.

I sat on his lap and sighed. “Much better now.”

“Agreed,” Corey said.

“I’m not too heavy for you, am I?” I asked. I was forty-six at the time, but still in
pretty good shape. Slim, full-breasted, with a firm butt and legs. Selling real estate, I knew my appearance
played a key role in my sales. Sex sales, always, and always will be. So when I was working,
I wore professional, but sexy business suits, plus nylon stockings and four-inch heels. My 38D
natural breasts were always on full display because I was pretty sure they helped me close more deals.

“Not heavy,” he replied, then shifted slightly.

The car continued on, and a few minutes later I noticed two things:

1. Wearing a skirt was a bad idea when I was sitting on my son’s lap, and my thong was
the only thing preventing my vagina from directly contacting my son.

2. My son’s penis was hard, pressing directly against my vagina.

My son, like his father, was a bookworm in high school, graduating with
full scholarships to over a dozen universities. But because he spent the entire summer working on construction sites, I suddenly noticed his
once-skinny arms were gone, replaced by impressive muscles. I even complimented him. My
child had grown up.

Yet now, as we drive along the rough, construction-strewn roads, I realize my
son has truly become a man, because I can clearly feel his erect, hard penis beneath me
.

With every bump, his shaft rubs against my genitals, making me
wet even as I try to control myself. I consider shifting, but worry that he'll
be . So, I try to control my bouncing by placing my hands on the seat in front of me.

However, for the next ten minutes or so, my son's penis, thankfully still trapped in his
shorts, continues to rub against my wet genitals.

Finally, the road leveled out, and his hard penis was pressed right under my vulva.
I knew I should move and get out of this awkward position, but I remained rooted to the spot.
Partly because I was worried that moving would embarrass him, but undeniably, it felt really good in that
position .

Twenty minutes later, my vulva was still pressed against his penis, which showed
no . I talked to my husband, trying to
distract myself from my embarrassing situation.

Finally, I saw a rest stop not far away and suggested we stop for a break.

Just as Alex slowed down, I felt his penis get even harder. His penis thrust
three times , each time slightly lifting its head to bury into my labia.

I couldn't help but moan softly.

Alex asked, "Are you alright?"

"Just needed to stretch," I replied, my face burning as I realized I was actually aroused by sitting on
my son 's lap.

"I might need to get a drink," my husband said as the car stopped.

"Me too," I said, suddenly feeling a bit dehydrated.

When the car stopped, I joked with Corey, "I think you should rest too."

"No, I enjoyed the trip," my son replied, but his tone didn't hint at any
sexual innuendo that might accompany his words.

As I opened the door and went out, my already red face turned even redder. I wasn't sure
if my face would turn even redder, but when my son came out and stood up, two things were obvious:

1. His erect penis was forming a small tent on his Adidas shorts.

2. There was a noticeable stain on his shorts, undoubtedly from me.

I turned and headed straight for the bathroom, still ashamed that my own semen had gotten on my son's shorts.
As soon as I entered the bathroom, I pulled down my underwear, unable to believe how wet it was.

Now, I should remind you, I'm a woman who gets wet very easily, especially during orgasms, when I
become a veritable reservoir. My sex drive is also very strong, and my husband rarely satisfies me completely… therefore, I have
all sorts of sex toys to accomplish what he often can't. I have a vibrator, several dildos,
an anal bead,
and My latest purchase is a dildo

. I decided to quell my burning desire, so I leaned against the bathroom stall wall and began to masturbate.
Unsurprisingly, half an hour of stimulation had already aroused me, and I quickly orgasmed. My vaginal fluid ran down
my legs, and I embarrassedly cleaned myself with toilet paper.

After calming down, I wiped my underwear, trying to make them less wet, but
even after putting them back on, I could still feel my shameful wetness. Normally, I enjoy sex, I enjoy orgasms,
but my wet underwear constantly reminded me that my son's penis had crossed the line
. I pulled my underwear back down, put the wet thong in my handbag, and went to the sink to
wash my hands and legs. Unfortunately, a mother and her child were already there, so all I could do was wash my hands
thoroughly to hide my scent.

Leaving the restroom, I decided not to sit on my son's lap any longer, but to sit side-by-side.
I bought a Coke and a bag of chips and started walking back.

"Good heavens," I sighed, the summer heat hitting us, turning the whole place into a sauna.
I was about to take a pair of underwear out of my suitcase, but then decided against it. How was I supposed to
explain that?

As I got closer, my husband and son were chatting by the car.

"Fourteen hours to go," Alex said with a playful laugh.

Corey added, "I think it's going to be a tight journey."

I wasn't sure, but he seemed to emphasize the word "tight."

“This just shows how close we are,” I joked, then realized I
might have reinforced Corey’s earlier suggestion.

“Well, anyway, it’s just the two of you squeezing into the back,” my husband added. “I can’t
squeeze in with anyone.”

Indeed. My husband is a large man, and neither my son nor I could possibly
sit side-by-side with him

. It seemed I was going to spend the next 14 hours in the back seat with my son. I didn’t even wear
underwear for the next few hours.

My son got back into the car first and patted his thigh.

I should have gone in first. But I said, “Shouldn’t we try sitting side-by-side?”

“It’s okay, Mom,” he said, patting his thigh again.

“Are you sure?” I asked, knowing full well I wasn’t wearing underwear, my vagina still a little wet
… the afterglow of an orgasm.

“Side-to-side is too cramped,” he replied.

“But I might hurt your legs,” I said, desperate to avoid sitting on his penis again… … He shrugged,
clearly having enjoyed it too much the first time. “Mom, you’re so light.” “Are you sure?” I asked again, still tentatively, looking down and still seeing the stains on his shorts and the clear outline of his penis… but this time it didn’t look fully erect. “Mom, it’s not hard at all, it’s okay,” he replied, his words odd. I mischievously wanted to reply, “But it’s very likely,” but my good mother replied, “If you’re sure I won’t suffocate you.” He shrugged and said, “I can handle whatever you give me.” His words were again full of implied possibility . So I sat back on his lap, this time sitting more on his legs, avoiding his crotch as much as possible. I sat there like that for about half an hour. Suddenly, I felt his hand on my crotch . As he spoke, he gently lifted me, saying, "We need to switch positions." When he lowered me, my vulva pressed stiffly against his hard penis once more. As my naked vulva felt the pressure of his penis, I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. For the next half hour, although the path was smooth, I constantly felt his penis seem to tremble, causing my vulva to quiver and become very wet. Alex asked, "Is it comfortable sitting there?" My son said, "It's tight, but it feels okay." I gasped. As he said this, I felt three distinct movements of his penis. "Sarah, are you alright?" Alex asked, feeling a slight dampness seeping from my body. "I'm fine," I replied. I wanted to move away, but I knew without a doubt that I had already made more stains on my son's crotch, and if I moved away, it would be clearly visible… Being able to have multiple orgasms had always been a great advantage for me, but now it was a burden. “An hour until the next stop,” Alex said. “Don’t worry,” I said, trying to sound casual. Corey added, “Dad, don’t worry, but it’s definitely getting hotter in the back seat.” “The air’s hot,” Alex said. I wasn’t too hot, except down there. This time, Corey’s words were unmistakably suggestive. My son was clearly flirting with me. “I think it’s because my mom’s sitting on me,” Corey said, giving my vagina a light nudge with his penis. His intentions were clear now. His words also had two completely different meanings. Another minute passed, and Corey asked, “Can you turn on the radio?” “If I turn on the radio, I can’t talk to you, I can barely hear what you’re saying now ,” Alex replied. “It’s okay,” Corey said, “driving and listening to rock is like going back to the eighties.” “It’s Tiger’s Eye,” my husband sang as he tuned the radio to Survivor. Corey was looking at his phone. Suddenly my phone vibrated. My phone was in my purse, so I had to reach down to get it, which is how I used my genitals...

He pressed down hard on my son's erect penis. I can't deny... it excited me.

I grabbed my phone, got up, and went back to my original spot. I was confused to see that the text message was from my
son

, so I opened it. "

Why aren't you wearing underwear?

" I took another deep breath. But this time the music was loud, and my husband didn't hear it.

I didn't know what to say.

The second message.

"Why are you so wet down there?"

I still didn't know what to say.

I was numb with my own indecisiveness. Obviously, I should stop this inappropriate conversation. But at this moment,
I was burning with lust and had no ability to think like a mother or wife; instead, I was behaving like a slut.

As I stared at my phone, I was shocked by my son's shamelessness, but equally excited.
I was startled when I felt Corey's hand quietly place on my buttocks and lift me up.

I leaned forward slightly and bumped into my husband's chair.

Alex looked back, and I tried to act casually, though my mind was a blur.
"Sorry, let's switch seats."

"I'm so sorry to have made you uncomfortable," he apologized.

“I should apologize,” I replied, feeling my son’s hands gently lower from my buttocks,
placing me back on his thighs…on his penis!

I couldn’t help but gasp in surprise. Alex asked, turning down the radio, “Are you
alright?”

“I’m fine, I just got poked,” I replied weakly, unable to resist saying something playful.
My son ’s hands were tightly gripping my buttocks, immobilizing me. His penis, bigger than my husband’s, was buried
deep inside me, a strange pleasure coursing through my body.

“Okay,” he nodded, turning the radio to another eighties song, Brian
Adams’ “Summer at 69.”

I just sat there; shocked that my son’s penis was buried so deeply inside me.

I just sat there; the urge to wriggle and feel his penis grow every moment.

I just sat there; wondering what my son would do next.

I just sat there; secretly hoping my son would have more control over my body.

Chapter
Two

I simply sat there, savoring this strange journey. Every bump in the road created a
new pleasure, as Corey's penis penetrated deeper into me. I used all my willpower to avoid
moaning, lest my husband notice the willing
incestuous .

I was troubled by my son's shamelessness. He slid his penis inside me
while he sat there reading his Kindle, as if nothing was amiss, as if his penis wasn't even deeply embedded
in his mother's vagina.

I sat there for half an hour, doing nothing, letting my body be wildly stimulated.

I had to use all my willpower to suppress the urge to move my body and rub against my son's penis.

I had to use all my willpower to avoid moaning, especially when Alex occasionally hit
the warning line; my body trembled, my genitals trembled.

I had to use all my willpower to prevent myself from rubbing his penis to reach orgasm.
A penis was inserted into my body, and I couldn't do anything, which drove me crazy.

Alex startled me, and he suddenly said, "The next stop is 12 kilometers away."

This seemed to finally get my son moving. He slowly thrust his penis up and down.

I clenched my teeth to make sure I wouldn't moan, a complex mix of emotions washing over me. I

was excited that my son was in control of my body, and ashamed that I had allowed him to.

With each slow thrust, pleasure flowed through every pore of my body.

I felt frustrated because he wasn't thrusting as hard as I liked, but I also knew that in this time
and place , it wasn't a good idea.

I felt guilty for allowing my son to fuck me. Theoretically, when his penis was
inside , he wasn't fucking me; he was just putting it there. I knew it was hypocritical, but it was the only way I
could barely justify myself, and now even that was gone.

My son released my buttocks, handing the decision over to me.

This was my chance to stop it all. I lifted myself up, sliding his penis out of my wet vagina
. I tried to escape this maddening situation. I was

in control. But not as a mother, but as a wanton slut.

I continued the slow, up-and-down thrusting that my son had once controlled.

This time, it wasn't my son forcing me, but me willingly thrusting into him. The slow thrusting intensified my
frustration , because I knew it wouldn't bring me to orgasm.

I needed his cock to fuck me hard;

I needed his cock to fuck me fast;

I needed his cock to plunge violently into my body

. I didn't need to have sex, I needed to be fucked.

However, I couldn't do anything, because that would expose the shocking
act my son and I were engaged in.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated, buzzing in my hand.

I looked at it.

"Fuck, Mom, I love you."

Five words…sweet words, words that mothers would love, but I was a mess.

As I stared at the words, as his penis filled my vagina, I couldn't deny feeling a
strong emotion rising in my chest

. I loved him too.

And this…this…whatever it was…just amplified my love for him.

I convinced myself that we hadn't done anything wrong!

How could physical pleasure be wrong?

Making my son happy—isn't that every mother's goal…every mom's goal?

I struggled to text him.

I love you too, son.

Another text.

Mom, I'm going to cum inside.

Another:

Mom, faster.

Another:

Mom, please!

I want to make him happy.

I want him to ejaculate.

I want to feel his semen shooting deep into my vagina.

So…

I grabbed the back of my husband’s seat and started to swing faster.

I didn’t shake his penis as violently as I desperately wanted to, but I did swing faster
and squeeze my son’s hard cock tightly with the muscles inside my pussy, a move I used to make
my husband ejaculate quickly.

My movements worked on my husband, and they worked on my son too… like father, like son, I
felt his semen suddenly fill my pussy.

I couldn’t help but groan, and to make matters worse, my head was resting on the edge of the chair, only
inches .

“Are you okay?” Alex asked again.

“I really need to pee,” I replied, my son continuing to ejaculate inside me, and I squeezed out as much as I
could.

“A few more minutes,” he assured me.

“Okay,” I said, tilting my head back, then added a pun, “any longer and I might explode.”

“I’ll do my best,” he said, having traveled with me many times, he knew when I
said … I really needed to pee.

My son started thrusting his ass and fucking me, making me tremble and gasp, “Oh, God.”

“The rest stop is only two kilometers away,” Alex said, pointing to a sign.

“Almost there,” I replied, again using a pun, because I was desperately trying to reach orgasm before we reached the rest stop without
screaming .

Corey kept thrusting his cock, not very fast, not making a slapping sound, but
enough to give me an orgasm.

When I saw the one-kilometer sign, I could feel the rush of energy in my heart, knowing the
inevitable volcanic eruption was coming.

I had to reach orgasm, that demand overwhelmed everything. I shifted my body off my husband’s seat,
slowly leaning back, and started rocking my son’s cock while reaching for my clitoris.

I was grateful for the car stereo, because the music was so loud that my husband couldn't hear
the sounds of sex behind him. I was violently shaking on my son's penis, desperately trying to reach orgasm.

I could already see the rest stop in the distance. I closed my eyes, swayed, rubbed… and climaxed.

"God," I groaned loudly, the orgasm crashing over my body like a thunderstorm. I could
n't help but open my mouth wide, wondering if my husband knew I was having an orgasm in the back seat. My vaginal fluid gushed out, flowing
onto my son's penis, then down his thighs. I had to grab onto the back of my husband's seat again
to support my trembling body and stand up a little. My son's penis finally left my burning vulva.

Thank God, my husband didn't have any other thoughts. Why would he? After all, it was my son and me sitting in
the back seat , and he was obviously worried about my bladder. "Just 30 seconds, honey."

"Okay," I replied weakly, as my orgasm swept over me like a tornado.

I could feel my son groping around below me, most likely working on his penis, and I suddenly
realized I hadn't seen it.

I closed my eyes, letting this whirlwind of pleasure swirl over me; I had never experienced such an
intense orgasm. Part of it was because my son's penis was bigger than my husband's; part of it was because of
the taboo relationship between my son and me; and part of it was because my husband was driving just a few meters away.

My orgasm hadn't ended when my husband stopped the car. However, I had to act
like I desperately needed to use the restroom, like I was about to urinate anytime, anywhere. I opened the car door, more fluid
flowing down my legs, got out, and looked back to see my son smiling at me, his penis safely inside his
shorts… but upon closer inspection, there was a noticeable stain on his shorts.

I rushed into the restroom, and a wave of guilt and shame, like a scorching summer heat, washed over me over my indecent and incestuous behavior
.

I…just…had…sex…with…my own son…

in…our…car!

My unsuspecting husband…was…just…feet…away!

Oh…my…God!

I…am…the…worst…mom! !

Worse still, I might be a terrible mother, but I’m also a great mommy!

I went into the bathroom to wipe the semen off my legs for the second time today.

What’s wrong with me?

Why did I let my son do this?

I can blame the cramped space, but in reality, nothing stopped me from pushing him away.

God!

He suddenly texted me:

Mom, this was so wonderful.

God!

I replied, and as the orgasm subsided, I became a mother again:

This can’t happen again!!!

He didn’t reply.

So when I was cleaned up, I texted again:

I’m serious!

He ignored my text again.

I calmed down and suddenly realized that I was completely dehydrated after this intense activity
.

I left the bathroom and saw my husband and son waiting for me in the dining room.

We had lunch, and despite my anxiety, my son looked completely at ease, as if he
had no idea what had happened. On the other hand, my face was etched with guilt.

Alex asked if I was alright.

I just pretended to be very hungry.

After lunch and drinking lots of water, we prepared to continue our journey.

While I was in the restroom, Alex had already filled up the car with gas, so we were ready to leave.

Once again, fear overwhelmed me.

What should I do now? How could I sit on his lap again?

However, I couldn't say anything, and I had no other choice.

So, I still sat on his lap. But this time, as soon as the car door closed, I leaned against
it and stretched my legs between the two front seats. My vagina couldn't be penetrated in this position. I
found a way to protect my genitals.

For the next hour, my efforts were clearly successful. Corey was reading
a new , and I was reading another new James Patterson book (he releases new books
faster than the Red Sox lose games). Interestingly, Corey and I shared many interests, including the same author
, James Patterson.

But after sitting in any position for an hour, my buttocks started to go numb. However, even though I felt
clearly uncomfortable, I didn't rearrange myself, though I started shifting occasionally.

Suddenly, my son's hand was on my knee. My skirt was short, and he could easily admire
large expanses of skin on my legs

. His hand didn't move upwards; it just stayed there, teasing me… a constant reminder.

Every few minutes, he would move his hand away to turn a page, but when he put his hand back, he didn't
try to move it higher.

He seemed oblivious to its effect on me, a persistent distraction that hadn't bothered me a few hours
earlier .

"How's it going sitting there?" Alex asked after a few minutes.

“My ass’s numb,” I joked, though it was true.

He said, “There’s a scenic spot three kilometers ahead. We’ll stop there and do a short hike.”

“Sounds good,” I said.

“Yeah, I need to stretch my limbs,” Corey said, looking at me for the first time while driving.

I quickly looked away, like I was in my first year of middle school, waiting for a boy to reply to a note I
handed him—yes or no

. What’s wrong with me?

Even though I told him that wouldn’t happen again.

Even though he seemed to respect my opinion.

I suddenly felt uneasy and annoyed that he wasn’t paying attention to me… I felt like I was 15 again.

I stared at the opposite window for a few minutes until we slowed down.

As soon as the car stopped, I turned around, my back to the door. As I did, my naked vulva briefly
rested on his penis again, on his hardened penis.

My first thought was, "How long did he stay hard?"

My second thought was, "Why is he so hard?"

My third thought was, "How many times can he get hard?"

My fourth thought was, "What's wrong with me?"

I opened the door and went outside.

I stretched and breathed in the fresh air… even though it was fucking hot and stuffy.

Alex asked, "Do you want to go hiking?"

"How far?" I asked.

He walked to the map by the roadside and said, "There are two trails. One is 1 kilometer, and the other is 3 kilometers."

I replied, "The 1-kilometer one, of course, it's so hot."

Corey said, "I need to rest a bit, you two go ahead?"

"Okay," Alex said, taking my hand.

As we walked, I couldn't help but look back at my son to see if he was watching us… He wasn't.
Strangely, it made me feel sad, even though the thought was utterly ridiculous.

As we walked along the trail, I suddenly wanted to show my husband how much I loved him. I needed to make up for my indiscretion
by doing something to my careless husband.

After walking for twenty minutes, I saw a path and said, “Follow me.”

He said, “I don’t think this is a path.”

“I hope not,” I muttered, trying to look sexy and focused.

A few minutes later, we were deep in the woods where we wouldn’t be seen, and I knelt down and pulled out
his penis. I wanted him to fuck me, but I didn’t want him to know I wasn’t wearing underwear.

He gasped, “Sarah, is it really here?”

“You always say you wish I were more impulsive,” I joked, knowing
he might faint if he knew how impulsive I was today. Besides, although we had a fairly reasonable sex life, I preferred to
make love in the bedroom; I wasn’t the type to take risks outside.

But that insecurity, or the idea that sex was only for the bedroom, seemed to
have been completely shattered after the excitement, the forbidden sex of the backseat. Suddenly, I had an adventurous urge.

Before he could even speak, I put his limp penis in my mouth. I
love sucking cock… I always have. Back in high school, I loved licking penises, thinking it was
the best way to stay a virgin until my wedding day. Besides, I not only enjoyed it but was very good at it, and I loved the
unique feel and taste. Of course, I didn't end up keeping my virginity until marriage;
I lost it at my first college party.

"Oh," Alex hummed, "what's got you so excited?"

The answer was his son, but it was clearly not a good one.

I pulled his penis out of my mouth and asked, "Can't a wife lick her husband's penis and
swallow his semen as a sign of love?"

"She can, of course she can," he laughed.

"And I'm hungry, your semen has lots of healthy nutrients," I said, sucking
his penis back into my mouth.

"And it's good for your skin too," he added, having read somewhere that semen is good for
a woman's skin, and years ago he used that as an excuse to give me my first facial.

As a submissive wife, I always allowed Alex to ejaculate wherever he wanted. But I'd rather
swallow it than have it shot on my face.

"You dare!" This was my first protest after he first facial me.

"What? You think Corey's going to be shocked?" he teased, shoving his penis back into my mouth.

I thought, "If you knew." Then I kept moving up and down,
doing this in such a public place was incredibly exciting.

"I can't hold on much longer," he groaned, and I greedily sucked his penis.

I kept sucking until finally a large amount of semen shot into my mouth. Finally, he pulled out his penis, shooting a small
amount of semen onto my face

. I gasped, "Didn't I tell you not to shoot on my face?"

"I just couldn't help it," he shrugged, then put his penis back into my mouth.

I sucked the last of his semen, then sat up and kissed him hard.

When the kiss ended, he said, "I never expected you to be so horny."

"I'm hungry," I shrugged.

"Well, I'm always happy to feed you," he said with a smile, then put his penis back in his pants.

We walked back along the path, continuing our hike hand in hand.

I don't know how long it took, but we returned to the starting point, and Alex whispered, "You should have
gone to the bathroom before we left."

"Okay," I nodded, "I really need to pee."

He added, "Maybe I can wash the semen off your face too."

"God, you made me walk this far," I said, somehow I had forgotten about
the semen on my face

. "Well, you don't seem to care much, and besides, we don't know anyone here," he shrugged.

"Except our son," I pointed out.

"That's why I reminded you," he said.

"Asshole," I joked, slapping him lightly.

"Maybe tonight," he retorted, having occasionally fucked my anus before.

“Dream on,” I said mockingly, though I knew we might actually make love tonight.

“Not dream on, I’m pretty sure of it,” he said, patting my ass.

I went to the bathroom, washed my face, and then went to pee.

I grabbed a Gatorade and a chocolate bar and headed back.

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

I joined them and asked, “Ready to go?”

“Of course,” Corey added, “Ready to sit on my lap for a few more hours?”

“Ready to have your mom squeeze you for a few more hours?” I retorted.

He countered, “It’s been long enough.” This was the first time he smiled at me since our shocking outburst
.

I laughed, trying to appear casual. My husband probably sensed the tension between his son and
wife . "Yeah, it's like a hot steamer,"

Corey laughed. "Sitting in the back seat is like undergoing a weight loss program."

Alex said, "Sorry I didn't think of a better way earlier."

Corey joked, repeating something I'd said earlier: "This can foster
a better relationship between us

."

"Good, the closer you two are, the better," he said. "We still have two or three hours of
driving before dinner."

I couldn't help but laugh, feeling embarrassed because my husband's words were actually condoning my behavior,
especially when I looked at my son, who also had a bright smile on his face.

We got back into the car, and I returned to Corey's lap, this time sitting on his right leg, leaning against
the trunk .

Once again, like last time, an hour passed and he completely ignored me.

When I became restless, he asked again, "Not feeling well?"

I nodded.

He nodded, "Me too," and then pulled his penis out of his shorts. “That’s much better.”

I stared at his semi-erect penis.

I stared at it intently.

He pointed to my vulva.

I looked at him questioningly.

He placed his hand on my leg, moved it under my clothes, and then directly onto my wet cunt
.

I moaned softly, but thankfully the music drowned out my voice.

I sat on my son’s lap, letting him stroke and play with my cunt with his fingers… He did it for a full five minutes
… making me feel hot and bothered.

Then, he pulled his fingers out and put them directly in his mouth.

“Delicious,” he said, loudly enough for my husband to hear.

“What’s delicious?” Alex asked.

“Mom gave me some snacks,” Corey answered shamelessly.

“How much is left?” Alex asked.

“No, I’ve eaten them all,” Corey replied .

“I want some snacks too,” my husband said, continuing the surreal conversation.

“Me too,” I added, staring at my son’s penis while licking my lips, not hiding my lewd
intentions.

“Maybe we should stop at the next rest stop,” Corey suggested.

“I definitely will,” Alex said. “I need to use the restroom anyway.”

“God, it’s so hot,” Corey said, pulling off his shirt to reveal his hard
abs… something my husband lost years ago.

Then he took my hand and guided it to his penis.

I knew I should resist, but the invisible attraction was too strong.

I held it in my hand, stroking it, even if my husband were willing to look at me in the rearview mirror, all he could see
was my hungry face.

I wanted to suck my son’s beautiful, slightly curved penis, but that
was clearly impossible in such a confined space

. As I stroked his hard penis, I knew I was giving in; I was willing to let my son fuck me again
.

I desperately wanted and needed that hard penis to fill my vagina again. Just

as I was about to lift myself up, Alex said, “Pull over.”

His words and the slowly slowing car brought me back to reality like a cold shower. The reality was,
I was stroking my son's penis and really wanted to ride him.

I let go of his penis, but to my surprise, when we stopped at a gas station in a small town
, he didn't put it in his underwear.

Alex said, "Five minutes," and walked out.

"Two minutes for snacks," Corey commanded as he opened the door. "Mom, lick me."

I gasped. I wanted to lick him, but I couldn't believe he wanted me to do it here,
even though Alex had parked the car in a relatively secluded spot.

"Hurry up, Mom," he commanded, "we only have a little time for appetizers."

I jumped out of the car quickly, overwhelmed by endless thirst and desire, turned around, put my mouth
on his penis, and reminded him, "Watch out for your dad."

"Okay," he groaned, and I shoved most of his penis into my mouth.

I licked and sucked quickly, because I knew that high school boys rarely lasted long when I was young.

I wanted to savor his penis slowly; I craved penises, but time was precious, so I frantically
licked , enjoying the moans coming from my son's mouth.

"Almost there, Mom, almost there," he warned, my faster licking making him realize he had received
permission to ejaculate in my mouth.

Suddenly he said, "Dad! Dad!"

I quickly got up and left, seeing Alex returning with a small bag. He asked, "You need to pee,
don't you?"

"You know me," I shrugged, walking towards the gas station restroom.

I peed, then looked at myself in the mirror in disbelief. What was wrong with me?

I had no answer to that question. I was licking my son's penis in the gas station parking lot, and
I was probably just seconds away from swallowing his semen.

For someone who doesn't really enjoy adventure, I
reached orgasm on top of my son in the back seat while my husband was driving, sucked on my husband's penis and swallowed his semen on a secluded side road, and
just moments before I was sucking on my son's penis. When we got back on the road, he probably wanted me to finish
what I hadn't done earlier

. When I got back to the car, they were both already inside. I sat back on my son's lap; his penis
was out, looking like it wanted some tender care.

I sat back on his right leg, just like before we stopped. I enjoyed watching my husband and son. As

soon as we were back on the highway, Corey pointed at his penis, and I silently reached out and started stroking
it, not stopping even as I talked to my husband.

Alex said, "About 70 kilometers more, then we'll stop for dinner and a hotel."

"Sounds good," I said, again with a double entendre, "I'll probably be very hungry then, and I'll need
a delicious, juicy bone-in steak."

"Me too," Alex said, and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud.

“What do you want to eat, Corey?” I asked, giving him a meaningful look.

He put his hand under my skirt, his eyes never leaving mine. I replied,
“Oh, I want fish.”

Alex never licked my genitals; he thought it was disgusting. This was
the first time in over 20 years that I'd felt the urge to be licked since that drunken night with my college roommate during my senior year.

“I thought you didn’t like fish?” Alex asked.

“I only like one kind,” my son replied, staring intently at me.

“Which one?” Alex asked, completely unaware that he had entered into a sexually suggestive conversation.

I tried to change the subject, “Have you booked a hotel?”

Alex, never one for planning, shrugged and said, “No.”

I suddenly felt a surge of excitement. While chatting with my husband and stroking my son’s penis, I asked,
“Shouldn’t you have booked earlier?”

“There will be rooms available,” Alex said with blind confidence.

“Okay,” I shrugged, my attention focused on my son’s penis.

"Looking forward to living alone, Corey?" Alex asked.

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

"Oh, by the way," Alex nodded, "are you looking forward to meeting your roommate?"

"Not sure," Corey answered absentmindedly, my fingers stroking his glans clearly
distracting him.

"Hopefully you two get along," Alex continued, trying to keep the conversation going.

I asked, "Who wouldn't love our lovely Corey?"

"Yes, I simply can't resist," he joked.

"Isn't that a good thing?" my husband questioned.

"Sometimes," Corey replied.

We continued talking for a few more minutes until Alex turned the music back on.

"Need to switch places?" Corey asked.

"Looks like I do," I nodded, not stopping stroking his penis.

He patted his knee, as if leaving the decision entirely to me.

I paused, then turned around, my back to him, my hand still on his penis, and straddled
it. I paused again, then lowered myself onto his hard cock.

My pussy was burning, making it easy for my son's cock to penetrate me again.

Once I was fully seated on his lap, I just sat there, enjoying the feeling of being filled again.
The first time I was filled with anxiety, we rushed things, not to mention I had strong conflicting
emotions . But this time, I would enjoy the "journey."

I sat on his cock and began to move my hips back and forth.

This was the first time Corey had grasped my breasts. However, knowing that Alex might see
his son touching me in the rearview mirror, I quickly removed his hand.

Thank goodness, he didn't try again.

To my surprise, even in this position, and with such slow grinding, it was enough for my son to ejaculate.
Without any warning, a few minutes later, I felt my pussy covered in a layer of sticky semen.

I was a little disappointed, having hoped to enjoy the last hour of the day. A minute later, as
the last semen shot into my vagina, I tried to get up, but he simply held me in place.

I looked back and he said, "Give me five minutes."

I gave him a 'I love you' look. Once Alex was done, he was finished…it would take
hours to reload his weapon.

But Corey, young and energetic, not only reloaded quickly but also
stayed . Oh, how I miss my young college days.

So, I just sat on my son's cock, watching the boring scenery rush past the car, impatiently
waiting for Corey to be ready for the third round.

[The End]

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