[On the road, in the car][Author: Unknown] - Incest novel

[On the Road, in the Car] [The End] Author: Unknown Word Count: 9154 "Beep! Beep!" Hearing the horn, I quickly finished my breakfast and ran out, seeing my father jump out of the driver's seat. Today was Sunday, and the whole family was out helping my grandmother move in the countryside. My uncle had just moved to a bigger house and decided to bring her to live with him in the city. My grandmother lived alone in her ancestral home in the countryside, and renting a large truck would be a waste since she didn't have much stuff. Besides, the small road outside the village was difficult to travel on, so my father only borrowed a small truck. But this small truck was terrible. The engine was extremely loud, the cab had two rows of four seats, the seats were peeling and faded everywhere, the rearview mirror was missing, but the windows were still intact, and there were several old ropes lying in the dirty back. "Look at the truck you found! It's not only dilapidated, but also full of dirty stuff. How am I supposed to load my mother's things?" My mother complained to my father while starting to clean up. I used to help my mom clean the back of the truck, while my dad moved things into the cab: firecrackers, incense, wine, meat, cigarettes, old sheets, tattered blankets, and unused towels. He made several trips back and forth. My grandma had specifically asked her to prepare these things. According to our local custom, moving requires setting off firecrackers, killing a chicken to worship our ancestors, holding a feast for the clan elders, and distributing cigarettes to the villagers who helped. The sheets and blankets were for wrapping furniture and porcelain. Originally, we planned to put these in the back of the truck, but my mom thought they were dirty and piled them all into the cab. After everything was cleaned and tidied up, and we were ready to leave, my dad opened the back door and pointed to the only empty seat behind the driver, saying to me, "Qiangzi, with all the stuff piled up inside, we can make room for this seat. Why don't you let Mom sit on your lap? You're such a big boy, I'm sure she won't crush you." "That's hard to say, Mom's not light! With my small frame, I don't know how long I can hold on!" I teased my mom. "You stinky Qiang! How dare you say I'm overweight? Don't you think my figure is up to standard? I'll teach you a lesson!" She protested, slapping me and then turning around in a show of defiance. Then she realized she was dirty and insisted on going back inside to change, not forgetting to glare at me as she did so. My mother's figure is truly remarkable. Among women in their thirties, few can maintain such a curvaceous figure; it's practically a devilish figure. At first glance, my mother seems a little chubby. She's only 150cm tall, but she has large breasts and a big butt, both petite and incredibly sexy. Actually, she's not fat at all. Her slender waist is easily encircled, and her measurements are a perfect 33-21-33. Her full breasts are almost a C-cup, and her buttocks are round, full, and incredibly perky. It's just that her breasts and buttocks are so large that she looks chubby, but it's extremely alluring. My mother's face isn't particularly striking, so she pays special attention to maintaining her figure. Her S-shaped curves have always been her proudest asset, and she's always meticulous about her attire when going out. She always flaunts her sexy and revealing outfits, and today was no exception. I almost had a nosebleed when she came out. She changed into a black, tight-fitting, low-cut t-shirt, revealing a deep cleavage, and a brown floral mini-skirt that barely covered her round buttocks, without worrying about any wardrobe malfunctions. Perhaps because of the hot weather and the fact that she had to work, she wasn't wearing her favorite black stockings, just a pair of half-heeled crystal sandals. It was very hot today, and I was also dressed in light clothes: a black t-shirt and wide-legged beach shorts, both made of thin, silky athletic fabric, a pair of baggy boxer briefs, and flip-flops. Last night's Japanese AV had left me feeling quite aroused, and suddenly seeing my mother dressed like this, I immediately got an erection. I was so scared that I hurriedly jumped into the car and sat down, obediently clamping my legs together, afraid to move. She then squeezed in, playfully pinching my nose before turning and plopping down on my lap, her slender, white fingers supporting my knees. Dad started the car and turned onto the highway. I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful she hadn't noticed the changes in my body, unaware that this erotic journey had only just begun. Mom was particularly happy today, squirming and twisting on my lap, occasionally tiptoeing to whisper and laugh with Dad, their faces close together. I sat beneath her, sweating profusely with nervousness, my hands at my sides, legs pressed tightly together, afraid to move, feeling my "weapon" growing larger. There was nothing I could do; imagine a stunningly beautiful mature woman, scantily clad, sitting on my lap, her alluring scent filling my nostrils, her long, white neck visible above my head, my knees pressed together. Add to that her alluring red lips and breathtaking breasts, her full, elastic buttocks swaying against her thighs, occasionally jutting out to reveal glimpses of her panties—black, semi-transparent, with lace trim, so fine you could count the folds. Even if it were my mother, or even my grandmother, sitting on my lap, I wouldn't be able to resist. I'm not some saint; who could resist such an eye-watering temptation? I kept telling myself it was immoral, but my penis remained shamefully hard, taut as if it might pop out at any moment. I could only clench my fists tightly, afraid to relax for a second. I endured it without moving, only relaxing my aching legs when my mother lifted her buttocks to talk to my father. My "weapon" would then seize the opportunity to pop out, making a tent-like opening, which I would quickly shove back in and clench tightly. She still didn't notice, continuing to chat and laugh with my father, unconsciously stimulating me. I really couldn't hold back any longer! Damn it!! Soon, trouble struck. Dad whispered a joke in my ear, and Mom laughed so hard she slumped back down. Just then, my numb legs loosened, and my "weapon" sprang out like a venomous snake, landing squarely on her buttocks. Oh no! Mom clearly felt it, and even strangely reached out to touch it, suddenly realizing it was my penis. She jerked her hand back, her laughter abruptly ceasing, and she was about to jump up in embarrassment. The sudden silence created an eerie atmosphere. Dad turned around curiously, his eyes meeting Mom's. She hesitated for a moment, remaining seated. The silence in the car continued; neither of us spoke. Suddenly, Mom subtly shifted her buttocks, moving the "weapon" between her legs. Moving away now would make things even more awkward, but she didn't want to continue being pressed against by the "weapon." This compromise relieved me; I had almost been crushed to death by it. If Mom and I had continued like this, though awkward, we could have managed to get to Grandma's house. But Dad insisted on taking a shortcut, turning onto an old, secluded road. The road was narrow and bumpy, and the car began to jolt violently. Mom was bounced up and down on my lap, gripping the seat back tightly, but it was no use. If you only looked at the movements, it really looked like we were making love. Realizing this, my penis suddenly grew much larger, slipping out of my panties and pressing against her genitals. Now, between our crotches and buttocks, only two thin layers of fabric remained: a thin sports fabric and a semi-transparent lace. The car bounced more and more violently, her vulva pressing tightly against my penis. The warm, full feeling made me almost ejaculate; it was so stimulating! Mom, however, was extremely embarrassed. "That thing" was pressing against her most private place, getting harder and hotter, feeling even bigger than my husband's. A strange feeling welled up inside her, a mix of shame and indignation mixed with a hint of unease. Not daring to continue sitting on my lap, she got up and pretended to talk to Dad. How could anyone stand in such a cramped space? She couldn't even straighten her legs, only able to bend her knees into a horse stance, and bend her waist to break free from contact. Behind her, her buttocks were suspended in the air, slightly raised, but not too high, otherwise I would see under her skirt. Her hands were on the back of the seat in front, bearing most of her weight. This position was exhausting for Mom, and she couldn't hold on for more than a few minutes. Sweat quickly covered her pretty face, her breathing became rapid, her legs trembled, and she collapsed back into my lap. Already burning with desire, the sudden closeness made me instantly extremely aroused, with an urge to hug her and ravage her. However, I remained rational. Seeing her flustered state, I suddenly felt uncomfortable and sat there without daring to move. The car continued to bump along, and Mom remained limp in my arms, my penis still between her legs, rubbing back and forth in her cleft, the glans touching a soft protrusion. I was in immense pain too; my penis was throbbing, harder than steel, and my blood was rushing to my head. Instinctively, I hugged her tightly. Mom's eyes were red with anxiety, and she tried to struggle quietly, but I was holding her too tightly, my grip on her waist like it was welded together. She couldn't pry me off with her hands, so she frantically twisted and pinched her arms. Just then, the car jolted violently, and my glans, still attached to my shorts, slipped into the lace, pressing against her soft, warm flesh. "Ah!" Mom cried out. "Honey, what's wrong?" Dad, focused on driving, asked with his back to us. "N-nothing...it's nothing! The ride was too rough, I bumped into something," she stammered, trying to cover it up. The car had already left the city; dense banana groves and rice paddies lined both sides, and there wasn't a single other car in sight. The road conditions had worsened. Just as she was about to yell for us to stop, a stray dog suddenly darted out from the roadside, startling Dad so much that he slammed on the brakes. The screeching sound of brakes threw him off balance. Although my buttocks left the seat, our genitals remained pressed together. Then, with a loud thud, I sat back down, and the head of my penis squeezed into her vagina. The car stopped, and Mom struggled to open the car door, but I pulled her back, covering her mouth to stifle her scream, leaving only muffled groans.Dad, still shaken from watching the stray dog dart past, was quite angry. He started the car, cursing, but the road was slippery and narrow, forcing him to drive cautiously. Thinking Mom had been hit again, and this time quite hard, he didn't dare look back and started yelling at me. "Qiang! You bastard! What kind of son are you? Look what you've done to your mother! Protect her properly, don't let her hit her again!" "Okay! I promise it won't happen again!" I quickly replied. I was relieved to have escaped a close call. Luckily, Dad hadn't looked back, luckily the engine was loud enough, luckily I'd covered up the scream, otherwise I really would have been in serious trouble. Mom was still struggling to escape. I grabbed her waist with my right arm, raised my leg and pressed down hard on her kicking feet, holding her firmly in my arms. Through the thin fabric, my penis barely entered her vaginal opening; the feeling was very unpleasant, like taking a bath while wearing clothes. Then I had an idea. I kept my left hand over her mouth, and used my upper arm to strangle her neck. She immediately suffocated and became powerless to struggle, collapsing like mud within seconds. I continued to restrain her with my left arm and legs, taking the opportunity to release my hand on her waist, lifting her buttocks, pulling out my penis, and holding it tightly. Now I was truly "intimate" with my mother. I attacked her "garden" with my erect penis. She desperately twisted her waist and hips to dodge, but instead, she became wet. I firmly held her flailing waist with my right hand, adjusted the angle of my buttocks to aim at her vulva, and pressed down hard. With a "plop," it went in all the way. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes. Being raped so close to her husband, and by their own son, how could she live with herself? Regardless of what my mother thought now, I was already immersed in the wonderful stimulation, greedily licking and kissing the woman in my arms, leaving wanton marks on her fair neck, back, and shoulders. I kneaded her buttocks forcefully with my hands around her waist, my penis thrusting wildly inside her, the movements unrestrained and wild, attacking from all sides. My mother quickly succumbed to the stimulation; her stiff body trembled slightly, her limbs almost stopped resisting, and her struggles weakened. Her mind and body softened, and I became even more excited, changing my approach to gentle stimulation. My right hand began stroking her thighs, slowly moving towards her vulva. When I gently touched her clitoris, my mother's whole body shuddered violently, then went completely limp. Seeing her intense reaction, I knew the pursuit was finally over; I had achieved a complete victory, capturing my mother's body. Now it was time to enjoy my spoils. I pressed my fingers down further, pinching and kneading that clitoris, simultaneously thrusting my penis in and out, and her reaction intensified. She quickly became soaked, her vagina gushing with even more lustful fluid, slickly covering her vulva and soaking both of our underwear, making thrusting much easier. Suddenly, Mom patted my left hand, the one still covering my mouth. She then pointed to Dad in front of us, and I immediately understood what she meant. Her gesture told me we were in danger; Dad was right there, and I absolutely couldn't let him see us. I nodded and just as I released my left hand, she grabbed it and bit it hard. Then she abruptly turned to stare at me, her gaze angry and resentful. I hurriedly tried to cover my mouth again, but she waved me off, then glared at me fiercely before turning back to look ahead. I pushed away her right arm, pulled down my skirt to my waist to cover our still-engaged parts, and spread my thick legs that were pressing against her, stretching my numb ankles. Mom tugged at her bra and t-shirt, smoothed her hair, and took a deep breath. She glared at me again, then turned and leaned against the back of the chair in front of her. Her slender waist began to sway, moving from side to side like a snake, causing her hips to twist and grind, sending a tingling sensation straight to my heart. I was stunned by the action, then a surge of joy filled my entire body. My mother was responding to me; she was making love to me willingly. I was so happy I felt like I was dying. I grabbed her writhing, upturned buttocks and began to fuck her with all my might, fucking the mother who gave me life and raised me. She pursed her lips tightly, struggling to suppress the surging pleasure, perhaps thinking, "How can I feel pleasure! I can feel pleasure being raped by my own son! Am I a dirty, promiscuous woman?" My mother was torn between pain and conflict, yet she responded to my thrusts, her hands gripping the back of the chair in front of her, her neck arched as she took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself. As I thrust vigorously, I reached under her short skirt, my fingers tracing and teasing her pubic bone, rubbing her moist labia majora, and occasionally caressing her slightly protruding clitoris. This made her weak and swaying, her juices flowing out like a tidal wave, her body gradually tensing and straining, her plump buttocks moving more and more violently. My mother was already excitedly enjoying herself, oblivious to shame, anger, and danger. Her face was flushed, her eyes half-closed, and she was panting heavily, covered in fragrant sweat. I continued to rape her forcefully, my penis penetrating deeper into her vagina, reaching her cervix and rotating a few times to make our genitals fit together more tightly, creating incredibly intense friction. My swollen glans ravaged her vagina, thrusting in and out with each bump, her large breasts heaving. She had never experienced such stimulation before, collapsing into ecstasy, lost in pleasure, a strange anticipation rising amidst her shame. I rode on my mother's body with all my might, my hands kneading her undulating breasts. The truck frequently accelerated, decelerated, and braked, allowing me to freely play with her vagina with each bump. She became increasingly aroused, her hips twisting more and more powerfully. I was worried that the noise would alert my father, so I quickly reduced the intensity and stimulation, continuing my rape at a slower pace. After slowing down, I thrust even harder, forcing her to bite her lip just to bear it. Her buttocks trembled like water from the impact, her ample breasts bouncing up and down. I ravaged my mother, her beautiful body writhing in my arms. I kneaded my father's wife's breasts in front of him—this shameless and unethical display was like a drug adrenaline rush! We were almost at Grandma's house. The country road was more difficult to travel on, but it made it easier to thrust into my mother. Under the cover of the bumps, I increased my movements, one hand holding her waist to keep her still, the other kneading her full breasts. I thrust my hips forward, penetrating as deep as possible. I could clearly feel her vagina contracting, the force so strong it felt like it could snap my penis. My chest pressed tightly against her back, enjoying this unparalleled pleasure. My movements became faster and faster. My mother was like a small boat in a storm, helplessly swaying in my arms, her breasts bobbing as if she were about to break free of her clothes. Her face flushed, her eyes tightly shut, her breathing rapid and erratic. Knowing this was the prelude to climax, she thrust even harder, each stroke like a sharp sword being drawn from its sheath. I held my breath, pumping like a piston dozens of times, my back tightening, my head spinning. The floodgates of my penis opened abruptly, and hot semen poured into her body. My mother also climaxed at the same time. Her body suddenly tensed, letting out a low moan. Her white legs stretched out forcefully, her delicate toes curling and stiffening, her slender fingers gripping the chair back with bulging veins. Her vaginal contractions became even more intense, her cervix sucking hard at my glans, a gush of vaginal fluid spraying onto it. Her muscles spasmed and trembled involuntarily, and a thin layer of sweat instantly covered her alluring back. I held my mother's sweat-soaked body, kissing and licking her long neck, earlobes, and rounded shoulders. She lay limply in my arms, her unfocused eyes still immersed in the afterglow of her climax. The penis was still inserted in her vagina, and some white, lustful fluid flowed from their point of contact, dripping down her smooth thighs. Dad was still focused on driving, unaware of the incestuous scene unfolding behind him. Finally, they arrived at Grandma's house. Before the car had even stopped, Mom jumped out and ran quickly to the toilet. Everyone assumed she needed to pee, but only I knew she wasn't… At Grandma's, Mom always avoided me. Every time we met eyes, she would frantically look away, or turn away to make small talk, or grab something and run off. For the entire day, she didn't look at me directly, nor did she give me a chance to approach her alone. We worked in silence the whole time. Grandma found this coldness between mother and son strange and caught her, giving her a lecture and interrogation. After a long, dusty day of work, lunch was quick and simple. When they finished packing the car full of belongings, they realized it was already late, and it looked like it was about to rain. Ignoring Grandma's pleas to stay, Dad decided to head back immediately. He'd load the things into our garage first and deliver them to Uncle's new house the next day. Mom wanted to sit in the passenger seat, but Grandma had crammed the truck with all sorts of odds and ends, almost reaching the roof. She was frantic, jumping up and down, insisting on moving everything to the back. Dad had already started the truck and was urging us to get in. Grandma was also complaining; if she insisted any longer, it would arouse suspicion. So, she reluctantly got into the back, sitting far away from me, close to the door. By the time the truck turned onto the small road outside the village, it was already quite dark. Dad was exhausted from a long day; even shifting gears seemed weak. Mom huddled in her seat, head down, silent, lost in thought. Looking at her so close, I secretly rejoiced, thinking, "You can't escape now!" Suddenly, thunder roared outside, and a torrential downpour began. The sky instantly darkened, and we could barely see the road ahead. Dad quickly turned on the headlights. "The road ahead will be difficult, I need to concentrate on driving and don't disturb me!" Dad said to us with his back to us, without turning around. "Okay!" I answered excitedly, while Mom kept her head down and didn't respond. Dad turned off the headlights, leaving only the fluorescent lights on the dashboard in the driver's seat; it was pitch black outside.The headlights only illuminated a few meters ahead. Every now and then, a flash of lightning would streak across the night, darting wildly through the torrential rain, followed by deafening thunder rolling overhead. The trees beside us and the road in the distance would appear and disappear in the flashes of lightning, looking eerily pale and strange. Amidst the successive lightning strikes, Mom began to move closer, slowly pressing her arm against mine. I could feel her trembling body against my cold skin. Suddenly, a massive bolt of lightning struck, followed by a deafening clap of thunder. Mom screamed and leaped onto me, gripping my arm tightly, burying her face in my chest, her body shaking like an autumn leaf. In the flashes of lightning, I could see the terror on her pale face; she was truly frightened by this awful weather. Holding her delicate body tightly in my arms, it seemed that heaven had once again come to her rescue. Inhaling her alluring scent mingled with sweat, I gently soothed her trembling back with my hands, kissing her smooth forehead and beautiful hair repeatedly, warming her cold body with my body heat and passion. Mom gradually came to her senses, realizing she was curled up in my arms, her face instantly burning hot. She wanted to struggle to escape, yet couldn't bear to leave my warm embrace. My hands climbed up to her full breasts again; she was still hesitant and conflicted. Realizing what she was doing, her face flushed red with embarrassment, and she pinched my arm a few times. Suddenly, Dad said, "Wife, I want to listen to Wang Jie's songs, but I can't free my hands. Can you help me put them down?" "Okay...okay...right away!" Mom agreed, swatting away the mischievous hands, and taking the opportunity to jump out of my arms. She bent over, her buttocks sticking out, and reached between the car seats, groping in the fluorescent light to open the cassette case and search. Of course, I couldn't miss such a good opportunity. I lifted her skirt and started touching her, almost causing a nosebleed. Her firm, perky buttocks were completely bare; she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I remember she wore a bundle all day, completely covered from the waist down, saying it was to avoid getting her clothes dirty. Now I think it was to prevent her from showing too much skin! She probably took it off when she went to the toilet, because it was covered in semen, but it had a strong "love" smell. A memorable testament to my first time with her, I wonder where it's hidden now. But now it's even better. My mother's beautiful, plump, round vulva, covered with soft, long pubic hair and exuding an alluring fragrance, is once again before me. Thinking of her long, beautiful legs and her snow-white, round, and soft buttocks, swaying in the darkness before me, my penis immediately becomes erect and hard as iron. I can almost see those plump, tender buttocks and that mysterious, alluring flower, laid out before me like a sweet pastry. This image makes me collapse instantly, lost in the sea of lust once more. Even knowing her father was right next to her, she couldn't resist craning her neck and pressing her tongue against her upturned buttocks, searching for her plump vulva, tightly clenched into a line. Her mother was searching for the cassette tape when she suddenly felt a warm breeze on her vulva, followed by a hot, slippery sensation penetrating inside. The tingling, electric feeling made her weak all over, and she immediately remembered she wasn't wearing underwear… “Ah…!” Her mother panicked and tried to pull back into her seat. “Wife, are you alright? Haven't you found the cassette tape yet?” her father asked. “No… I'm fine! I just… I just got… poked by the chair back, I'll keep looking!” Her mother answered, suppressing her pleasure, continuing to search with shame, her legs kicking wildly behind her. I held them apart, tucking them under my ribs, and buried my face between her buttocks. I extended my tongue, gently scraping and licking, stirring the two plump labia and the engorged, hardened clitoris, gently biting or sucking, like a greedy child enjoying himself immensely. The rumbling thunder, mingling with the rain and the roar of the engine, was deafening, drowning out the "molesting sounds" inside the car. My mother, her face flushed and teeth clenched, was being violated by her husband and son in front of her. Yet, instead of resisting this shameless incestuous act, she felt a strange anticipation. This feeling filled her with both shame and excitement, her mind a chaotic mess. Her vulva was completely wet, her buttocks swaying unconsciously in response, releasing even more fluid. I devoured every last drop of this wanton liquid, like a dying traveler finding an oasis in the desert. I savored the sweeter-than-honey fluid, smearing it all over my face like pig feed. Encouraged by my mother's hesitant attitude, I licked even harder, my lower body throbbing with a painful ache. I quietly pulled down my shorts, and my rock-hard penis sprang out like a spring. While licking her genitals, I stroked my penis with her vaginal fluids, but my desire only grew stronger, and I found it increasingly difficult to restrain myself. Suddenly, the idea of "footjob" popped into my mind. I released my weak legs, kicked off my crystal sandals, and scooped her feet up from her calves. Her cool, slightly trembling feet felt wonderful to hold. I used her soft soles to hold my penis and continued stroking it along her legs. Her delicate toes occasionally brushed against me, sending a surge of strange pleasure through me. It felt amazing! "Wife, we've been looking for so long and haven't found it. Stop looking." Dad said. "Let's look a little longer! It'll be done soon..." Mom was already breathing heavily. "You've been bent over for so long, you're almost out of breath! Can't I stop listening to music?!" Dad said. "Oh... okay!" she replied absentmindedly. "Ah Jie, quickly help Mom back to her seat!" Dad called to me. "Oh...okay!" I replied, feigning calmness. Mom's breathing was indeed a little rapid, but it wasn't from holding back the cassette tape; that was thanks to my mouth! Feeling her straighten up, I reluctantly let go of her delicate feet, supporting her waist with both hands and slowly pulling her back, thinking about how to release my pent-up desire. When Mom's center of gravity was at its highest point and she sat down, I had a sudden inspiration and pulled her forcefully into my arms. She immediately lost her balance and was pressed onto my lap. "Thud!" My penis was inserted into her wet flower again. "Ah..." Mom cried out in surprise. "What's wrong?" Dad asked without turning his head. "N-nothing...it's too...too dark, my...toe...touched..." she struggled to answer. With both hands firmly gripping Mom's waist, a small part of my penis was still outside, the rest surrounded and tightly held by the tender flesh of her vagina. I held my breath and dared not make any more movements, afraid of disturbing Dad in the seat in front of me. She struggled and writhed in my arms, but I held her tightly, preventing her from getting what she wanted. My penis, however, plunged all the way in as she struggled, enjoying the pleasure of reaching her core while holding her even tighter, not giving her a chance to escape. This time I took a risk, not covering her mouth to see her reaction. Sure enough, she only struggled and gasped without making any other sound, and her struggles became weaker and weaker. Haha! As expected, my wish had come true. She wouldn't refuse incest anymore, and she wouldn't let her father find out about this "family shame." Now, she seemed resigned to her fate, no longer struggling, sitting softly on my lap, panting. In the darkness, she seemed to glance back, and I could feel the helplessness and resentment in her eyes, as if blaming me for my reckless violation, blaming me for my foolish mistake. I didn't care about anything anymore; I just wanted to ravage this woman in my arms, to knead and taste her fiercely, and then swallow her whole. My hands climbed up her smooth, full breasts, their large, delicate peaks captivating. I gently caressed her firm breasts while rubbing and trembling them inside her warm, wet vagina. I felt the tender flesh inside tighten and relax, tighten and relax again. The body in my arms, initially cold and stiff, slowly became hot and soft. My mother finally responded; the pleasure within her excited her, and she began to enjoy the thrill of incest in this tense and exciting environment. The car moved slowly and bumpily forward, my mother and I thrusting in and out, my penis reaching the very end of her vagina each time, a fleshy ring gripping the glans. Ah! The tingling sensation made every cell spasm; it was so beautiful! I held her tightly in my arms, my large penis deeply inserted into her uterus. She silently endured the impact, but the constantly contracting vagina and convulsing body proved that the rising desire would not be easily extinguished. The rain intensified. For our safety, Dad drove with utmost concentration, barely daring to utter a word. Behind him, however, unfolded a shameless and lewd betrayal. Mom silently endured, her warm, tender vagina tightly gripping my penis. Pain and pleasure intertwined, pounding against her. After a very bumpy uphill stretch, we both finally reached orgasm. With the swaying, I suddenly increased the speed of my thrusts. She felt the speed of my penetration change abruptly, the high-speed friction generating a surge of heat, then exploding like lava with a "boom," her whole body convulsing. "Ah! Ah!" Mom cried out ecstatically. "Wife, just bear with it, this road is tough, but it'll be fine soon," Dad comforted her, assuming she was uncomfortable from the bumpy ride. "Ah...ah...ah...um..." Dad took her moans of orgasm as an answer and continued driving intently, unaware that his wife had already been brought to orgasm by his son—a truly ironic situation! The little truck suddenly stalled with a "clunk," and wouldn't start again no matter what I did. Dad turned the key and reached for the headlights, only to find that the interior lights weren't working either. His action terrified me. If the lights had come on, everything would have been over. Mom was now flushed and limp, clutching my breasts in her arms, and to make matters worse, we were still connected down there.Thankfully, Dad ignored us, grabbed a flashlight, opened the car door, and jumped out. I quickly put Mom, who looked like a lump of dough, aside, pulled down her skirt to cover her bare bottom; the orgasm had left her half-conscious. Just as I pulled up my shorts, Dad shouted from outside the car. The sound of him banging on the window startled me. Apparently, the car had broken down, and they needed to find someone nearby for help. He asked me to look for raincoats and rain boots in the car. I rolled down the window and handed him the things. He casually shone the flashlight inside the car and saw Mom slumped to one side, assuming she was asleep. Dad knew she was easily frightened and told me to stay in the car with her, to be patient, and not to be afraid; he would find help and come back as soon as possible. I pretended to be a little scared and agreed, but inside I was overjoyed. There was no one around; he wouldn't be back before dawn. I couldn't help but excitedly shout "Yes!" As the footsteps faded into the distance, leaving only the two of us in the car, Mom lay limply beside me, just waking from the throes of orgasm. In the dead of night, surrounded by a thick rain, I chuckled wickedly as I locked the car doors, shutting everything out and completely dominating this small "world." I scooped up my still-dazed mother, bent her legs, and pressed her against the seat. Before she could even comprehend what was happening, my penis, accompanied by a scream, plunged in. Now, I could openly play with Mom. I gripped her sexy legs and began to thrust violently, relentlessly slamming her buttocks with loud "slap" sounds. She cried out loudly as I fucked her. In the flash of lightning, I could see white foam oozing from her swollen vulva—a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid—making her genitals a muddy, filthy mess… The rain poured down, the night was long, and the blissful time between Mom and me… felt even longer!

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