Different Sex Story

by richman3©

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.

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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.

******

"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.

"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.

"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.

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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.

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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)