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    Backseat mommy

    With our youngest son finally going away to college, we did two moves in one. My husband Alex and I were moving into a condo only a few miles away, but first we were driving Cory sixteen hours away to college. Because we had to put all our things in storage (we wouldn't get title for another three weeks), we were planning a two-week road trip after we finished driving a few days drive to drop Cory off.

    As we were packing the car, with all of Cory's stuff plus our suitcases for the almost three-week round trip, we found we had a major predicament. By the time the car was loaded, there was only room enough to seat two people: the driver and someone sitting in the back seat directly behind the driver. Everyplace else was piled to the roof with Cory's belongings and our suitcases.

    My husband tried to reshuffle everything, but there was simply too much of it.

    I finally suggested, "Cory and I could squeeze back there together."

    "For sixteen hours?" Alex asked. "You'd end up totally on each other's nerves."

    "Well, we'll likely have to take more rest stops this way," I shrugged.

    "With your teacup-sized bladder, we'll need to do that regardless," Alex quipped, always annoyed by how often I needed pit stops. He was a put-the-pedal-to-the-metal-and-keep-it-there kind of guy, while my bladder was the kind of traveler that always insisted on stopping to smell the roses. (Or if there wasn't anyplace official to stop, perhaps just to make the roses smell.)

    I turned to Cory, who was slim like I was, "Can you handle sixteen hours cramped beside your old mother?"

    "Only if I have to," my son, always sarcastic, agreed grudgingly. He felt resistant, but he realized the only alternative would be to leave some of his stuff behind, which wouldn't be acceptable at all.

    "Be careful with that attitude, young man," I shot back playfully. "You're going to be stuck next to me for sixteen hours, so you're probably better off if I'm in a good mood."

    I should note it was a very hot August day and I was wearing a sundress for the drive, to stay as cool as possible.

    We all did one more pee check, which I of course made use of, then Cory and I squeezed next to each other into the cozy spot big enough for one.

    Alex asked, with sarcasm just like his son's, "Comfy cozy?"

    With Cory's right elbow poking into my breast, I quipped, "Like a cow in a Pullman car."

    "Moo," Cory added, shifting a bit more, resulting in even more pressure on my left breast, since on the other side I was crammed up against a pile of boxes that was stacked to the roof.

    We were just out of the city half an hour later, when I objected, "This isn't working."

    "You don't enjoy being crowded together like a sardine?" Cory asked, as he set aside the book he was reading on his iPad, like I too was attempting, my Kindle app the only app really worth owning.

    "Not particularly," I agreed, as I wriggled around ineffectively before suggesting, "Maybe I could just sit on your lap for a while."

    "Okay," my son nodded, agreeing with me for a change.

    I climbed onto his lap and sighed, "Now that is much better."

    "Agreed," Cory said.

    "I'm not too heavy for you, am I?" I asked. At forty-six I was still in great shape. I was slim with big breasts, with a firm ass and tight legs. Selling real estate, I knew that my looks played a key role in my sales. Sex sells, always has, always will. So normally I dressed in professional but sexy business suits, or stylish dresses with nylons and four-inch heels. My 38d natural breasts were always showcased, as I counted on them to help me close more deals than the actual real estate I was selling.

    "No, you're fine," he answered, shifting slightly.

    As Alex continued driving, I soon noticed two things:

    1. Wearing a short, skimpy dress had been a bad idea, as I was now sitting on my son's lap, my skirt not quite covering my butt, and a narrow thong the only barrier between my vagina and my son.

    2. My son's penis was hard and I could feel it pulsing directly under my vagina.

    My son, who was rather nerdy in high school like his father had been, and having been offered full ride scholarships to over a dozen colleges, he had really blossomed physically by working in construction all summer. Gone were his scrawny arms, replaced with impressive muscles. I had complimented him frequently on his summer reformation. My boy had become a man.

    Yet now, as we drove along a bumpy section of road that was under construction, I realized my boy had indeed turned into a man, as I could feel his erect manhood directly beneath me.

    With each bump his hardness rubbed against my vagina, and even though I tried to control myself, it was getting me wet. I considered adjusting where I was sitting, but was worried it would embarrass him if I let on that I could feel his erection. So instead, I tried to control my bouncing by pressing my hands down on the seatback in front of me.

    Yet for about ten minutes, which felt like an eternity, my son's erection, thankfully trapped behind his shorts, kept rubbing against my very wet woman parts and driving me crazy.

    Finally the road smoothed and now his tumescence was just resting quietly, but it was still hard and I could still feel it prominently, directly underneath my opening. I knew I should move, even an inch or two sideways would probably help, yet I still felt obligated to remain frozen in place. Partly because I was worried I would embarrass him if I moved, but also partly, undeniably, because the position I was sitting in right now felt so damn good.

    For twenty minutes my vagina rested on his erection, which never shrank, while chatting with my husband as much as possible to distract myself from the awkward situation I was in.

    Finally I saw an upcoming rest stop and suggested we stop.

    Just as Alex was slowing down, I felt the insistent flinching of Cory's penis. It flinched three times, each time pressing itself up ever so slightly but still noticeably against my labia.

    I moaned, unintentionally.

    Alex asked, "You okay, Sarah?"

    "I just need to stretch for a bit," I answered, my face burning red at getting aroused from sitting on my son.

    "I could grab a drink," my husband nodded, as he pulled into the stop.

    "Me too," I agreed, feeling a bit dehydrated.


    Once we rolled to a stop I joked to Cory, "I imagine you're dying for a break, too."

    "No, I've been enjoying the ride," my son answered without implying any sort of sexual innuendo. Truth be told, except for my frustration and guilt, part of me had been enjoying the ride too, but if I dared to mention it, there would be a definite sexual charge to my words, so I remained silent.

    My face, which was already quite flushed, went a shade darker as I opened the door and climbed out. I'm not sure if my face could get any redder than it already was, but as my son climbed out and stood up, two things were apparent:

    1. His erection was poking out against his Adidas shorts.

    2. The shorts had a prominent wet spot that undoubtedly had come from me.

    I turned away and headed for the washroom, mortified that my fluids had soaked into my son's shorts. Once inside, I pulled my panties down and couldn't believe how wet they were.

    Now I should note I've always gotten wet easily, and I was quite a flooder when I got off. I also had a ferocious sexual appetite that my husband could seldom satisfy... thus I had a variety of sex toys on hand to finish the job he usually couldn't complete. I had a we-vibe, a couple of vibrators, anal beads, a butterfly toy I could wear while I was away from the bedroom, which was currently in my purse, and my newest acquisition, a massage vibe... which was literally orgasmic.

    Deciding I needed to quell my burning cunt (fuck the niceties, I was so horny I could hardly stand), I leaned against the wall in a stall and began pleasuring myself. Not surprisingly, the half-hour-plus of Cory's unintentional teasing (I hoped it was unintentional, but I certainly wasn't going to ask) had me already revved up, and I came in no time at all. My pussy juice had spilled down my leg when I came, so I awkwardly cleaned myself up with toilet paper.

    Once I was recovered more or less, I also wrung out my panties while they were wrapped in toilet paper to try and make them less damp, but after putting them on, I could still feel their humiliating wetness. Usually I loved sex. I loved coming; but the constant reminder by these wet panties that my son's cock had gotten me horny was too much to bear, so I took them back off.

    Instead, I hid the sexy wet thong in my purse and went to the sink to wash my hands and legs. Unfortunately, a mother with her c***d came in, so all I could do was wash my hands thoroughly, hoping that would be enough to hide the scent of my own cum.

    Leaving the washroom, I decided there was no way I would sit back on my son's lap. I figured that instead, we would have to persevere squished side by side. I purchased a coke and a bag of chips from a vending machine and headed back to the car.

    Fuck, I thought as I left the shaded area of the rest stop and the summer sun pounded into me. It was a fucking sauna out here. I wanted to get a change of panties from my suitcase, but decided not to: how would I be able to explain that? 'Oh, I just feel like a change' would sound really stupid and inevitably lead to further questions. No thanks.

    My husband and son were leaning against the car chatting when I walked up to them.

    "So, less than f******n hours left," Alex quipped, with a playful smile. "Piece of cake."

    Cory replied, "I don't know about the cake, I think it's going to be a tight ride."

    I couldn't tell for sure, maybe it was just the self-conscious part of me, but he seemed to stress the word 'tight'.

    I joked, realizing only after the words had left my mouth that they only added to the innuendo if he was implying one, "Yes, it will likely result in some unavoidable mom and son bonding."

    "Well, it's you two back there for the whole drive," my husband added. "No way can I fit back there with anybody."

    That was true. My husband was a big man, and there was no way my son or I would be able to fit either side by side with him or on his lap.

    Nope, I still had just under f******n hours to spend with my son in the backseat. The next stretch without any underwear.

    Fuck.

    My son climbed back into the car first and patted his lap.

    I'd intended to get in first and suggested, "Shouldn't we try side by side again?"

    "It's okay, Mom," he said, patting his lap once again.

    "You sure?" I asked, knowing it could get awkward without my wearing any panties and my pussy still damp... the aftermath dribble of a strong orgasm.

    "Side by side will be too tight," he replied. "We already learned that the hard way."

    There's that word 'tight' again, I thought. Is he saying that on purpose?

    "But I'll crush your legs," I pointed out, desperate to avoid sitting on his cock again... having enjoyed it too much the first time.

    He shrugged dismissively, "Oh Mom, you're not heavy at all."

    "You sure?" I asked again, still tentative, as I looked down and could still see the shading of a pussy juice stain on his shorts, as well as the clear outline of his cock... which at least no longer looked to be completely erect.

    "Mom, it's not hard at all," he answered, now repeating the word 'hard' .

    The naughty side of me wanted to respond, 'but it likely will be hard quite soon', but the good mom in me responded, "If you're sure I won't smother you?"

    He shrugged, "I can handle whatever you give me."

    So I sat back down on his lap, his words again possibly dripping with innuendo, this time adjusting myself sideways to sit more onto his leg to avoid his crotch.

    For half an hour I sat precariously but reasonably virtuously in that spot as we continued driving. Then I felt his hands on my hips as he informed me, not asking for my opinion, while he lifted me up slightly, "Mom, we need to change positions."

    When he lowered me back down, my pussy was again directly seated on his cock, which was again stiff and prominent. I couldn't help but let out a slight moan as my naked pussy once again responded to its pressure. (I realize that the last time I was sitting in this position I was calling it a penis, but anything that could get me this horny was no clinical penis, it was a damn cock.)

    For the next half hour, even though the road was smooth, I kept feeling his cock flinching periodically, which made my pussy tremble and get excessively wet.

    Alex asked, "Comfortable back there?"

    My son replied, "It's tight, but good."

    I gasped because while he was saying that, I felt three distinct movements of his cock.

    "You okay, Sarah?" Alex asked, as I felt some wetness leaking out of me.

    "I'm good," I responded. I wanted to move away, but I knew without a doubt that I'd deposited even more wetness on my son's crotch, and if I moved (not that there was anywhere to move to), it would be clearly noticeable. The ability to enjoy wet multiple orgasms had always been a great joy to me, but right now it was my kryptonite.

    "Next stop is almost an hour away," Alex informed his passengers courteously.

    "No worries," I responded, trying to be causal.

    Cory added, "Yeah, although it's getting hot back here."

    "The air is on full," Alex informed him, and indeed I wasn't overly hot, except down below. This time Cory's words were definitely filled with innuendo. My son was flirting with me!

    "I think it's Mom's body resting on mine that's making me so hot," Cory said, as he again flexed his cock directly against my pussy... his intent now perfectly clear. His words also had two very different meanings, one for his Dad and quite a different one for me.

    After another minute, Cory asked, "Dad, can you turn the radio up?"

    "If I do, I won't be able to talk with you, I can barely hear you now," Alex objected.

    "That's okay," Cory reassured him, "we'll just let you drive and rock out to your eighties tunes."

    "It's the eye of the tiger," my husband began singing as he turned up the radio to the Survivor tune.

    Cory was doing something with his phone. Suddenly my phone rang out, announcing a text message.

    It was in my purse, which was on the floor, so I reached down, and in doing so I ground my pussy into my son's very hard cock. I couldn't deny it... I was incredibly aroused.

    I snagged my phone and leaned back up again, unable not to grind my very wet pussy against him again, and I saw the text was from my son.

    Perplexed, I clicked on it.

    Why are you not wearing panties?

    I gasped again. Although this time the music was too loud for my husband to hear me.

    I didn't know what to say.

    A second message followed.

    And why are you so wet?

    I still didn't know what to say.

    I was paralyzed with indecision. Obviously I should stop this inappropriate texting in its tracks. Yet I was incredibly horny, so I wasn't thinking like a mother or a wife, but like a wanton woman.

    As I stared at my phone, shocked by my son's brazen words yet equally turned on, I was startled as I felt Cory's hands grasping my hips, lifting me up.

    I leaned up slightly against the driver's seat, bumping my husband.

    Alex glanced back so I said, trying to act casual even as my mind was turned to mush, "Sorry, just changing positions."

    "I'm sorry about this situation," he apologized.

    "It is what it is," I replied, not blaming him, as I felt my son's hands on my hips as he lowered me back down onto his lap and... and right onto his hard cock!

    I yelped in surprise and Alex asked as he turned down the radio, "You okay?"

    "Yes, I just got poked by something in a box," I responded weakly, unable not to say something naughty, an amazing pleasure coursing through me as my son's cock, which I now had excellent reason to know was bigger than my husband's, was buried deep inside me, his hands firmly on my hips, holding me in place.

    "Okay," he nodded, as he turned the radio back up as another eighties tune, Bryan Adam's 'Summer of 69', began.

    I just sat there; still in complete shock that my son's cock was buried deep inside me, anchoring me in place.

    I just sat there; the urge to start riding my son's cock growing with every second it remained inside me.

    I just sat there; wondering what my astonishing son was going to do next.

    I just sat there; secretly wishing Cory would take even more control.

    I just sat there; worried that if my son did take control, I would be unable to conceal the obvious reality that we were committing i****t just inches away from my husband.

    I just sat there and... judge me if you must... enjoyed the ride, every bump in the road giving me fresh pleasure as Cory's cock surged up inside me. I had to use all my will power not to moan, not to alert my husband to the i****tuous adultery I was committing and I couldn't deny, committing willingly.

    Yet, I was frustrated that my son, who had been so brazen as to slide his cock into me, was now just sitting there reading his Kindle, as if his cock weren't buried deep in his mother's box.

    I just sat there for over half an hour, doing nothing but allowing myself to be teased like crazy.

    I had to use all my willpower not to just give in to my insatiable hunger and begin bouncing wildly up and down on my son's cock.

    I had to use all my willpower not to moan in response to every bump on the highway, especially when Alex occasionally drove across some rumble strips, making my body tremble and my pussy quake.

    I had to use all my willpower not to grind my pussy on his cock to get myself off, the teasing of a quiescent cock nestled inside me but not doing a damn fucking thing driving me nuts!

    Alex startled me, since my head was miles away, when he announced, "Twelve miles to the next stop."

    This seemed to prompt my son finally to take control. He began slowly lifting me up and down on his cock.

    I clamped my lips together to make sure I wouldn't moan as a mixture of emotions swirled through me.

    Excitement, because my son was finally taking control.

    Humiliation, because I was excited he was taking control.

    Pleasure, because the slow fucking was now coursing through every fibre of my being.

    Frustration, because he wasn't fucking me hard like I liked it, although I knew there was no way that was a good idea.

    Guilt, because I was allowing my son to fuck me. Theoretically, when his cock had been only motionlessly lodged inside me I hadn't been allowing him to fuck me. I had simply been allowing him to penetrate me. I know that's a pitiful technicality, but it had been all I had left to grasp onto... and now it was gone.

    But then my son let go of my hips, handing the decision over to me.

    This was my chance to put a halt to this. To lift up my body and eject his cock from my very wet pussy. To take parental control of this bizarre situation.

    And I did indeed take control. Although not as a parent, but as a horny slut.

    I resumed the slow-motion riding that previously my son had been controlling.

    Suddenly it wasn't my son forcing me to ride him, it was my riding him of my own volition... because I wanted to... because I wanted him... although slowly, which only compounded my frustration as I knew I could never get off like this.

    I needed to bounce on his cock and do it hard.

    I needed to ride it fast.

    I needed it slamming into me. I didn't need to make love, I needed to fuck.

    Yet I couldn't do any of those things without completely giving away to my husband the shocking truth of what we were doing.

    Suddenly my phone, which I had by now put on vibrate, buzzed in my hand.

    I looked at it.

    Fuck, I love you, Mommy.

    Reading those five words... reading the most sweet, endearing... innocent even... term for being a mother... and I was a quivering, needy mess.

    I couldn't deny that I felt something powerful even as his cock slowly moved within me, even as I stared at those tender words. Talk about your mixed signals!

    I loved him too. No question.

    And this... this... whatever this was... only enhanced my love for him.

    I convinced myself that this wasn't wrong!

    How could something wrong feel so right?

    I was making my son happy, which is the goal of every mother... of every Mommy.

    I struggled to control my trembling hands so I could text him too.

    I love you too, son.

    Another text.

    I'm going to come in you Mommy.

    Another text:

    Just ride me a teeny bit faster Mommy.

    Another text:

    Please, Mommy!

    I wanted to make my son happy.

    I wanted to get him off.

    I wanted to feel his cum shooting inside my pussy.

    So...

    I began riding him faster, cautiously grabbing the back of my husband's seat for support.

    I didn't bounce on his cock like I desperately wanted to do, but I did move faster and performed my expert move that always got my husband off, as I tightened my Kegel muscles around his stiff dick.

    And just like it always worked for my husband, it now worked for my son... like father, like son... as I felt his cum filling my cunt.

    I let out an uncontrollable moan, made worse by the fact that my head was resting on the side of the seatback just inches from my husband's left ear.

    "You okay?" Alex asked again.

    "I just really need to pee," I replied, desperately grabbing any old excuse as my son continued spewing inside me and I continued milking him for all I could get.

    "A couple more minutes," he promised.

    "Okay," I replied, leaning up, then adding the double entendre, "much longer and I may explode."

    "I'm doing the best I can," he said, knowing from years of travelling that when I say I have to pee... I have to pee.

    My son began bucking his ass up, really fucking me now, making me tremble and gasp, "Oh, God."

    "There's a truck stop in two miles," Alex said, pointing out a sign.

    "So close," I replied, again a double meaning, now completely unable to hide my desperation to come, grateful he was misinterpreting what my urgency was about, as I desperately tried to come at least without screaming, and before we reached the truck stop.

    Cory kept pumping his cock, not super-fast, or hard enough to make slapping sounds, but actively enough to build my orgasm.

    I could feel the tide rising in me, knowing the inevitable eruption was close, when I saw the one-mile sign.

    Urgency overwhelming me, I had to have this orgasm, my very life depended on this orgasm! I leaned away from my husband, leaned back against my son's chest and rode his cock like a crazy woman as I moved my hand to my clit and started strumming.

    I was thankful the music was too loud for my husband to hear the wet sounds of sex right behind him as I bounced on Cory's cock, desperate to orgasm.

    I could see the truck stop and a restaurant in the near distance, fast approaching even as I was doing the same, and I closed my eyes and rode and rode and rubbed... and rubbed and finally erupted.

    "God," I moaned loudly, allowing the word out, certain that my husband would still think I was desperate to pee, not knowing that immediately behind him I was unable to restrain my vocalisations not because of hydraulic pressure, but because my orgasm was hitting me like a thunderstorm, my cum gushing out of me and flooding onto my son's cock and lap. Again I grabbed the driver's seat and pulled myself up, my son's cock finally exiting my overheated pussy.

    Thankfully thoughts of i****tuous sex never occurred to him. Why would it? I was in the backseat with my son as Alex reassured me, clearly concerned only about my bladder, "Thirty seconds, honey."

    "Okay, thanks," I replied weakly, as my now unstoppable orgasm continued ripping through me like a tornado.

    I could feel my son fumbling underneath me, likely putting away his cock, which I realized I still hadn't seen.

    I just closed my eyes and allowed the tornado of pleasure to spin through me, an orgasm as intense as any I'd ever experienced. Partly because my son's cock was bigger than my husband's; partly because of the taboo fact I had just fucked my son; and partly because of the crazy reality I had just fucked my son in a car with my husband mere inches away.

    When he pulled in and brought the car to a stop, my orgasm still wasn't complete. Yet I had to appear urgent, desperate even, like I could pee myself at any moment, so I slammed open the door, cum running down my legs, and jumped out of the car, glancing back as I began running to see my son grinning at me, his package safe and sound in his shorts... although a very clear wet patch providing visible evidence of our wrongdoing should CSI show up to investigate.

    I scurried through a rustic restaurant and into the washroom, the guilt and shame of my indiscretion and i****tuous act suddenly hitting me like the summer heat.

    I... had... just... had... sex... with... my... son!

    In... our... car!

    With... my... apparently oblivious husband... inches... away!

    Oh... my... God!

    I... am... the... worst... mother... ever!

    But worse yet?

    It had been fucking amazing!

    I may have been a bad mother, but I was a very good Mommy!

    I got to the washroom, and for the second time today I wiped cum off my legs. This time the cum wasn't just mine.

    What had come over me?

    Why had I let my son do that to me?

    I could blame the confined space, but truthfully nothing had prevented me from pushing him out of me. Nothing except my own willingness to fuck him.

    Fuck!

    Then he texted me:

    That was amazing, Mommy.

    Fuck!

    I texted back, my orgasm finally subsiding, finally responding to him as a mother:

    That can't happen again!!!

    He didn't respond.

    So as I finished cleaning up, I texted again:

    I'm serious!

    He again ignored the text.

    I calmed down at least physically, and realized I was feeling completely dehydrated after my workout.

    I left the washroom and saw my husband and son chatting as they waited for me at a booth.

    We ate lunch, and although I was anxiety-riddled the entire time, my son had a poker face as he gave away no sign of what had transpired. I, on the other hand, had guilt written all over my face.

    Twice Alex asked if I was okay.

    I just feigned hunger and exhaustion from needing to hold my pee for so long.

    After lunch, and a lot of water, we prepared to continue the drive.

    Alex had gassed up while I was in the washroom, so we were ready to go.

    Again, my trepidation overwhelmed me.

    Now what? How could I sit on Cory's lap again?

    Yet, I couldn't say anything; there was literally no alternative.

    So, I sat. Although this time, once the door was closed, I positioned myself leaning against the door and stretching my legs between the two front seats. My pussy was out of range in this position. I had found the Fort Knox of pussy protection.

    And for an hour it worked. Cory read the new James Patterson book and I read the other new James Patterson book (he apparently puts out a new book more often than the Red Sox lose another game). Interestingly, Cory and I had a lot of common interests, including being avid readers and both having the same favourite author in James Patterson.

    Sit in any single position for a straight hour though, and the rear becomes a mutineer. Yet, even though I was very uncomfortable, I refused to reposition myself, although I did begin to squirm a bit.

    Suddenly my son's hand was resting on my knee, my dress hiked up enough to show him a fair amount of leg.

    His hand didn't move up my leg, it just rested there as a constant tease... a constant reminder.

    He did move his hand away to flip a page every couple of minutes, although he didn't replace it any higher when he returned it.

    He seemed oblivious to the impact it was having on me, a constant distraction, even though it wouldn't have fazed me at all a few hours ago.

    "How you guys doing back there?" Alex asked a few minutes later.

    "My bum is numb," I joked, although it was the truth.

    "There's a scenic stop in three miles," he said, "let's pull over and take a little hike."

    "Sounds good," I said.

    "Yeah, I could use a stretch," Cory agreed, looking at my face almost for the first time during the entire drive.

    I quickly looked away, like I was in seventh grade and waiting for a boy to check yes or no on a love note I'd just passed him.

    What had come over me?

    Even though I had told him it couldn't happen again.

    Even though he seemed to be respecting my decision.

    I now felt insecure and annoyed that he was ignoring me... I felt like I was fifteen again.

    I just stared past my husband and through the windscreen for the next few minutes until we slowed down.

    Once we'd stopped, I shifted around as my back was to the door. As I did, my naked pussy again touched down briefly on Cory's cock, which was again hard.

    My first thought was, How long has he been hard?

    My second thought was, Why is it hard?

    My third thought was, How many times can he get it up?

    My fourth thought was, What the hell is wrong with me?

    I opened the door and got out.

    I stretched, thankful to be out in the fresh air... even if it was still fucking hot and muggy.

    Alex asked, "So do you guys want to go for a hike?"

    "How long?" I asked.

    He walked over to a map on display and reported, "There are two trails from here. One is a mile long; the other, three."

    "A mile, sure; three in this heat, no way," I answered.

    Cory offered , "I need to take a lengthy washroom break, wash off some of this sweat, why don't you two go off alone?"

    "Sure," Alex said, taking my hand.

    We began walking and I couldn't help but glance back at my son to see if he was watching us... and he wasn't. Oddly, that made me feel unloved, which was of course ludicrous.

    As we were walking along the trail I had the sudden urge to show my husband I loved him. I needed to make up for my indiscretion even if he didn't know about it, by doing something for him.

    Ten minutes or so into the hike I saw a small side path and invited him, "Follow me."

    He objected, "I don't think this is part of the trail."

    "I certainly hope not," I purred, trying to look sexy and with improper intent.

    A couple of minutes later, deep enough in the woods that we couldn't be seen, I dropped to my knees and fished out his cock. I'd considered letting him fuck me, but I didn't want him to see I wasn't wearing any panties.

    He gasped, "Sarah, really? Here?"

    "You always say you wish I was more spontaneous," I quipped, although if he knew how spontaneous I'd already been today he would likely keel over. Plus, although we had a reasonable amount of sex together and I was willing to try almost anything for him in the bedroom, anywhere else I wasn't much of a risk taker. Normally.

    But today my typical insecurity, or the idea that sex was only for the bedroom, seemed to be shattered after the exhilarating, taboo sex I'd enjoyed in the backseat of our car. I now wanted to take risks.

    Before he could say a single word I took his flaccid cock in my mouth. I love sucking cock... always have. I was a bit of a cock sucking slut in high school, figuring it was a good way to save my virginity for marriage. Plus, I was good at it and even enjoyed the unique taste and texture of cum. Of course I ended up not saving my virginity after all, getting fucked by an upperclassman at the first college party I went to.

    "Oh shit," Alex groaned, "what's gotten into you, Sarah?"

    The answer to that question was 'your son,' but that didn't seem like a prudent response.

    I pulled his cock out of my mouth and asked, "Can't a wife show her husband she loves him by giving him a little surprise? Like spontaneously sucking his cock and swallowing his load?"

    "Yes, she can," he laughed.

    "Plus I'm hungry, and your cum can provide a lot of healthy nutrients for a girl's body," I quipped, taking his organic whole-grain-fed cock back in my mouth.

    "And it's good for your complexion, too," he added, having read somewhere that cum was good for a woman's skin and had used the argument to give me the first of his many facials years ago.

    While I'd rather swallow a load than take it on my face, since I was rather submissive I always just allowed Alex to shoot his load wherever he chose.

    I protested, for the first time since my first-ever facial, "Don't you dare. Not here."

    "What? You think Cory would be shocked?" he teased, sliding his cock back in my mouth.

    I thought to myself, If you only knew. Yet I kept bobbing, feeling exhilarated to be doing it in such a public place.

    "I won't last long," he moaned, as I sucked his cock hungrily.

    I kept bobbing and was rewarded with a full load of his cum... in my mouth thank God... although he pulled out partway through and rocketed a small amount onto my face.

    I gasped, "Really?"

    "I couldn't resist," he shrugged, as he slid his cock back in my mouth.

    I milked the last remnants of his cum from his cock before standing up and kissing him hard, giving him a taste of his own medicine so to speak. He didn't appear to mind which surprised me slightly.

    When the kiss ended, he said, "Well, that was unexpected."

    "I was hungry," I shrugged.

    "Well, I'm always willing to feed you," he smiled as he tucked his cock away.

    We returned to the marked trail and resumed the hike, hand in hand.

    I don't know how long it took, but eventually we returned to the starting point, and Alex whispered to me, "You should probably go to the washroom before we head out."

    "Good call," I nodded, "I really have to pee."

    "And maybe clean the cum off your face," he added.

    "Fuck, you let me keep wearing it for that whole hike," I blamed him, since I'd forgotten it was there.

    "Well, you didn't seem too concerned, and we don't know anyone here," he shrugged.

    "Except for our son," I pointed out.

    "Which is why I mentioned it," he said.

    "Asshole," I said playfully, hitting him on the shoulder.

    "Sounds good. Maybe tonight," he countered, since he occasionally fucked my ass.

    "You wish," I quipped back, even though I assumed we would indeed be fucking tonight, and given how submissive I was, I knew I wouldn't keep him away from my ass, if that's what he wanted.

    "No, I don't wish, I know," he said, slapping my ass.

    I went to the washroom, washed my face and went pee.

    I grabbed a Gatorade and a chocolate bar and returned to the car.

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

    I joined them and asked, "Ready to go?"

    "Sure," Cory said, before adding, "ready to endure sitting on my lap for a couple more hours?"

    "Ready to have your mother squishing you for a couple more hours?" I countered.

    "It's been a tight squeeze, all right," he countered, smiling at me for the first time since our shocking act.

    I laughed, trying to act casual, worrying that my husband might somehow sense the sexual tension between his wife and son, "Yes, it's like a hot box back there."

    Cory laughed, "Yes, it's a sure-fire weight loss program."

    Alex apologized to us both, "I'm sorry we didn't plan this better."

    Cory joked, repeating an earlier statement I'd made, "It's enabled some special mom and son bonding."

    "Well, get ready to bond some more then," Alex said, "It'll be a good two or three hours until our late supper stop."

    I couldn't help but laugh, but also to feel mortified at the sordid bonding activities my husband was tacitly approving, especially when my eyes wandered to my son, who was gazing hungrily at me with a big smile on his face.

    We were back in the car, I was back on Cory's lap, this time perched on his right leg, leaning against the boxes.

    Like the last time, he just read and ignored me for the first hour. We could have talked about anything with each other since Alex had the radio blaring again, but we didn't.

    But as I began to fidget, again feeling antsy, he asked, "Uncomfortable?"

    I nodded.

    He nodded, "Me too," and promptly pulled his cock out of his shorts. "There, that's a lot better."

    I stared at his semi-erect cock.

    This was the first time I'd seen it since he was a little boy.

    I couldn't take my eyes off it.

    He pointed to my pussy.

    I looked back at him, confused.

    He moved his hand onto my leg and reached under my dress, going directly to my wet, naked pussy.

    I moaned softly, but thankfully the music covered it.

    I just sat on his knee allowing my son to finger my pussy... which he did for a good five minutes... getting me all hot and riled. I was back in the zone again, and I knew I'd do whatever he wanted of me short of outing ourselves to his father.

    He then pulled his finger out and stuck it directly in his mouth.

    "Delicious," he said, loud enough that my husband heard him.

    "What's delicious?" Alex asked.

    "The snack Mom just shared with me," Cory replied brazenly.

    "Is there any left?" Alex asked.

    "No, sorry, I ate it all," Cory responded, as I remained silent, motionless and feeling I should be ashamed, but wasn't.

    "I could use a snack," my oblivious husband commented, continuing our surreal conversation.

    "Me too," I added, staring at my son's cock and licking my lips with wanton intent.

    "Maybe at the next stop," Cory suggested.

    "I'm definitely stopping soon," Alex said. "I could use a bathroom break anyway."

    "God, it's hot back here," Cory complained, taking his shirt off, showcasing his rock-hard abs... an attraction my husband had lost years ago.

    He then took hold of my hand and guided it to his cock.

    I should have resisted, but his magnetic pull was too much, and I didn't hesitate at all.

    I took his tool in my hand and stroked it, knowing that although by now it had gotten dark, my husband could still stare at me in the rear-view mirror anytime he wished... although he would only see my hungry face through the gloom.

    I wished I could suck my son's beautiful, slightly-curved cock, but that was literally impossible within the confined space.

    By this time I had fully accepted, as I stroked and stared at Cory's majestic cock, that I was willing to allow my son to fuck me again.

    I wanted that cock inside me. I needed it.

    I was ready to climb on top and go for a ride when Alex announced unexpectedly, "Pulling over."

    His words and the slowing car brought me back to reality like a cold shower. A reality where I was stroking my son's cock and about to willingly ride him.

    I released Cory's cock and to my surprise he didn't put it away as we rolled to a stop at a small-town gas station.
    Alex told us, "Five-minute stop," as he exited the car.

    "Two-minute snack," Cory said, opening the door, getting out and ordering, "suck me, Mommy."

    I gasped. I wanted to suck him but I couldn't believe he wanted me to do it here, even though Alex had conveniently parked us in a secluded spot and the unlit parking lot was almost totally dark.

    "Hurry up, Mommy," he ordered, "we only have time for an appetizer."

    I quickly got out of the car, overwhelmed with insatiable hunger and lust, turned around, and demanded as I lowered my mouth onto his cock, "Keep watch for your father."

    "Yes, Mommy," he groaned, as I took most of his cock in my mouth.

    I bobbed quickly, remembering that the high school boys when I was young had been quick shooters.

    I would have preferred to savour sucking his cock, I loved worshipping a cock, but time was of the essence. So I bobbed furiously up and down, enjoying the groans emerging from my son's mouth.

    "I'm close, Mommy," he warned, and I bobbed even faster, making it clear he had permission to cum in his Mommy's mouth.

    Then suddenly he whispered to me, "Dad! Dad! Dad!"

    I quickly stood up and saw Alex approaching with a small bag. Thank God the parking lot was so dark! He asked me, "You still have to pee, don't you?"

    "You know me," I shrugged, as I headed into the gas station and went to the washroom.

    I went pee and then looked in the mirror. What's coming over me?

    I had no answer to the question. Moments ago I'd been sucking my son in a gas station parking lot, and been seconds away from swallowing his load.

    For someone who wasn't a risk taker, I was sure breaking character. I'd ridden my son to mutual orgasms in the backseat of the car while my husband drove, I had sucked and swallowed my husband's load on a secluded hiking trail, and just now I'd sucked my son, and it wasn't due to any virtue of mine that he hadn't cum in my mouth.

    And Cory likely would want me to finish what I'd started once we were back on the road. And I would likely just hop right to it.

    I returned to the car and both men were already seated inside. I repositioned myself once more on my son's lap, his cock already out and looking like it was expecting some tender loving care.

    I moved back to the same right leg I'd been sitting on before we stopped. I liked being able to keep an eye on both my husband and my son.

    As soon as we were back on the highway, Cory pointed back to his cock and I silently reached over and began stroking it, even as my husband began a conversation with me.

    "So about seventy more miles and then we can stop for dinner and a hotel," he said.

    "Sounds good," I said and continued, again with a double meaning, "I'll be starving by then, I may even have to gnaw on a nice juicy T-bone."

    "Me too," Alex joined in; I had to bite my lip not to laugh.

    "What about you, Cory, what are hungry for?" I asked, giving him a look that spoke volumes.

    He moved his hand beneath my dress again and responded, his eyes never leaving mine, "Oh, I'm hoping for fish tonight."

    Alex wouldn't ever eat me out, he said it was gross. So the idea of getting licked for the first time in a couple of decades, that having been done by my college roommate during a drunken night in our senior year, was very appealing.

    "I thought you didn't like fish?" Alex puzzled.

    "I do like one kind," my son answered, never taking his eyes off me.

    "What kind is that?" Alex asked, oblivious to the naughty innuendo he was accidentally participating in.

    I tried to change the topic, "Did you book us a hotel yet?"

    Alex, never the planner, shrugged, "Nope."

    Feeling a rush of exhilaration at chatting with my husband while simultaneously stroking my son's cock, I asked, "Shouldn't we call ahead?"

    "There'll be space," Alex blindly believed.

    "Okay," I shrugged, my focus on my son's cock.

    "Looking forward to living on your own, Cory?" Alex asked.

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

    "Oh, right," Alex nodded, "are you looking forward to meeting him?"

    "I guess," Cory responded, distracted by the way my fingers were tracing around his mushroom top.

    "Hopefully you'll get along," Alex continued, trying to keep the dying conversation going.

    I crooned, "Who couldn't love our sweet Cory?"

    "Yes, I'm pretty much irresistible," he quipped.

    "Is that a good thing?" my husband questioned.

    "Sometimes," Cory answered.

    We kept chatting for a few more minutes about trivialities until Alex turned the music back up.

    "Need to change positions?" Cory asked.

    "I think so," I nodded, never having stopped my stroking of his cock or staring at it.

    He patted his lap, as if putting the decision this time completely in my hands (pun intended as I was still stroking his cock).

    I paused to steady myself then I shifted around, my back to him, having changed hands to continue grasping his cock as I straddled it. I paused again, and then lowered myself onto my baby boy's big, hard, cunt-stretching cock. Oh my God did it feel good!

    My pussy was on fire and it easily welcomed my son's cock as it was invaded again.

    Once I was entirely settled down on his lap I just sat there, loving the feeling of being full again. The first time I'd been full of anxiety and we were rushed, not to mention I was struggling with conflicting emotions. This time I was going to enjoy the ride.

    First, I just ground on his cock, swaying my hips forward and back.

    While I did this, Cory cupped my breasts for the first time. Yet, knowing that the dash lights might enable Alex to see me getting felt up by our son in the rear-view mirror, I moved his hands away.

    Thankfully, he didn't try again.

    To my surprise, this position coupled with the slow grinding, was enough to get Cory off, as without warning, a few minutes into the slow tease, I felt my cunt walls getting coated in cum.

    I was disappointed, having wanted to really enjoy the last hour of the drive. Yet a minute later when I'd finished milking his cum and began to lift myself off him, he held me in place.

    I looked back questioningly and he mouthed, "Give me five."

    It was just as if he had said, 'I love you'. Once Alex was done, he was done... needing hours to reload his weapon. And if I hadn't come, which was almost always the case, it wasn't an issue worthy of his attention.

    But Cory, young and virile, was able not only to reload quickly, but to remain hard while doing so. Oh, how I missed my college years when everyone was younger.

    So I just sat on my son's cock while watching the boring nighttime scenery pass by, waiting impatiently for Cory to get ready for round three, but knowing he wouldn't be satisfied until he'd given me another screaming... well okay, tonight it would be a stifled orgasm, but a powerful one all the same.

    Alex asked us, "Still okay back there?"

    "I was hoping for more excitement," I answered, grinding back on Cory oh so slightly.

    "Yeah, it's been a boring drive," my husband agreed.

    "Although the scenery is lovely," Cory said, slyly cupping my breasts again.

    I slapped them away and said, "Although it's hard to sit in one position for so long."

    "Half an hour to go," Alex said, before adding, "give or take."

    I almost quipped, 'hopefully give,' as I wanted my son to give it to me, but I was able to refrain, instead replying, "Good, because I'm famished."

    "For that T-bone?" Alex asked.

    "Yes," I nodded, "a big, thick T-bone." Again, my husband was oblivious to the naughty sexual innuendo. Cory wasn't though, as he bucked his hips up and his cock, now nice and hard, went deeper inside me.

    I yelped, like I had the first time his cock filled me.

    "You okay?" Alex asked, this becoming a recurring question.

    "Oh, I just keep getting poked," I said, which was true, as Cory slyly moved his ass up and down.

    "We'll try and reorganize everything tomorrow morning," Alex promised.

    "Good idea," I nodded, as I tried not to moan.

    "There must be a way to make this work."

    Cory added, "I'm okay, Dad. I've gotten used to having Mom on top of me."

    OMG! I thought to myself. His words were so blunt! Yet of course Alex didn't catch on... nor should he. Why would he think his son would be fucking his wife right behind him? His thoughts wouldn't go there even for an instant.

    "Oh, I love this song," I said, when Starship's 'We Built This City' came on, wanting the music to be turned up, wanting a distraction from the irrepressible sounds I was about to make.

    My husband obliged my request and not only cranked up the volume but began singing as well.

    I leaned up close and began singing along with him as I offered my pussy to my son.

    Thankfully my son didn't need to be instructed, as he began slowly fucking me.

    Alex kept sharing looks with me, enjoying this revisiting of our 1980s duet singing as he sang the Mickey Thomas parts and I the Grace Slick parts, completely unaware that at this very moment his flesh and blood was fucking his wife.

    And I just went with it... which made me not only a bad Mom for allowing my son to fuck me, but a bad wife as I got even more turned on, knowing I was cheating on him even though he was close enough we could have shared a kiss. Although I'm sure I couldn't have summoned enough self-control to carry that one off without moaning right into his mouth and giving everything away.

    My orgasm was rising as the song was nearing its own climax and I screamed, "Oh fuck," when my son surprised me by sliding a finger in my ass.

    "What's wrong?" Alex asked, slowing down the car.

    "Leg cramp," I lied, falling back onto Cory's cock completely, and his finger pulled out of me as quickly as it had entered.

    "Should I stop?" Alex asked.

    "No, no worries," I said, as I began bouncing up and down on Cory's cock, "I'll just stretch it out."

    "Poor Cory," Alex said, seeing my torso moving up and down as I allegedly stretched my leg, unaware of what I was really doing.

    "I'm okay," Cory said, as his hands went to my hips.

    "I'm not hurting you?" I asked, trying to play along.

    He laughed, "No, it's all good."

    "Let me know if you need me to pull over for a few," Alex offered.

    "Will do," I nodded, when oddly enough I really did get a leg cramp... fucking irony.

    I reluctantly moved to the right and up, Cory's cock sliding out of me, and I said, "Actually, we do need to pull over."

    "Okay," Alex said, slowing down.

    "Sorry, Cory, I really need to get out and stretch my leg," I apologized.

    "I could use a stretch too," he sympathized, putting his throbbing cock away as his cum and my wetness leaked out of me.

    I worried that I probably smelled of sex so I grabbed my purse and pulled out some wet naps. As soon as the car stopped, I struggled out and began stretching my leg, which was still cramped.

    The men got out and they stretched too.

    "Less than an hour to go," Alex reassured us.

    "I know," I nodded, "I'll be good once I get this cramp out."

    "No hurry," Alex nodded, before he added, "I'm going to go take a quick piss."

    As soon as he disappeared around the other side of the car, I urgently began wiping my legs and under my skirt, not even worrying about the lone car that drove by. I needed to get rid of the smell of sex.

    Cory coughed, a warning cough, and I quickly tossed away the wet naps.

    Alex returned, saying, "Shit, it really was hot today."

    "Still is, burning hot," Cory agreed.

    I added, glancing to Cory, "Stifling."

    "Ready?" my husband asked, still oblivious to what Cory and I had been doing together to overheat ourselves, almost all day.

    "Definitely ready," I nodded, gazing at my son meaningfully, signaling to him that I was indeed looking forward to resuming what we'd just been doing.

    "All right, next stop will be for the night," Alex announced.

    "Sounds wonderful," I said, as Cory climbed back into the car.

    Once we were all inside and back on the road, I fished out Cory's cock as Alex hoped, "Maybe we can find a hotel with a hot tub."

    "That would be great," I agreed, my body sore from the long day of confined space and of course furtive fucking. I got Cory's cock out again, glad to feel it was still hard, and positioned it back at my wanton cunt.

    Cory held my hips to keep me balanced as I lowered myself back onto his cock.

    Once he was fully inside me, again I just sat on it, enjoying how full it made me feel. Then after a short while I began slowly grinding on him again, getting eager to get revved up again.

    I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the slow build as, ironically, Billy Joel's 'We Didn't Start the Fire' rang through the car. The pulsing drums felt particularly helpful.

    As my orgasm began building and I needed more, I decided to try a new position, so I leaned to my right as far as I could go, lifting my ass up, which made his cock slide out of me as I gestured at him.

    Cory realized what I wanted. For him to roll onto his side and fuck me that way.

    He repositioned himself, my head now leaning on the boxes and in plain view of my husband if he turned to his right and looked over his shoulder... which he did.

    I smiled, "New position."

    "I see," he nodded, thinking I was in search of comfort, not in search of getting off.

    "Oh," I moaned ever so softly, as Cory's cock slid back into me. And then to explain myself I pointed out the window and announced, "Horses."

    "Yep," Alex nodded, as he tried to sing along with Billy Joel.

    Meanwhile my fire was now flaming as Cody slowly slid his cock in and out of me.

    I needed to reach another orgasm and I needed it soon. The starts and stops had driven me crazy and I was more desperate than ever for liftoff.

    I wiggled my ass, signaling I wanted him to ream me faster.

    Thankfully Cory understood and began pumping in and out of me with renewed vigour as a new song began, again an ironic one, Duran Duran's 'Hungry like the Wolf'.

    And I was indeed hungry.

    "Didn't you see Duran Duran live when you were a teenager?" Alex asked, looking back at me.

    "I did," I nodded, as Cory slowed down, making it possible for my head to stop rocking back and forth as I tried to conceal the feelings of pleasure that must have been showing on my face.

    "You okay?" he asked again.

    "Oh, yes, I'm feeling great," I said, "just can't find the best position." Again, my words having two meanings.

    "I imagine there isn't any perfect spot back there," Alex sympathised.

    "That's very true," I agreed, "I can get comfortable and feel okay for a while, but soon I need a new position."

    Cory's finger teased my ass as Alex said unhelpfully, "Maybe Cory should drive for the last twenty minutes."

    I wanted to tell him, "'He's driving me right now', but instead, with just the slightest whimper, my orgasm building, I spoke another double entendre, "Not helpful, we're almost there."

    And I was.

    I just needed a few more deep, hard strokes.

    Again I wiggled my ass.

    This time though, Cory took that as permission to finger my ass, so he rather easily slid it inside.

    I winced slightly, the lack of lube giving me a slight burn. I loved anal sex, but usually it required a lot of lube.

    But my son's cock fucking my cunt, and now the additional stimulation of his finger fucking my ass had me close to eruption, spurred on by the thrill of doing something so naughty with my husband two feet away, enhanced my desire.

    I closed my eyes, bit my lip, continued fucking and allowed the pleasure to build. Thankfully Alex didn't interrupt the mood by talking to me, and I was able just to enjoy the double-holed fucking until finally my orgasm hit.

    Somehow I was able to keep the scream inside, even though every part of me wanted to scream my release to the heavens, as my cum flooded out of me around my son's fat cock.

    Cory kept pumping in and out of me throughout my orgasm until I slapped his hand, imploring him to stop, and levered myself up so his cock slid out of me, as my wetness leaked out of me as well. I pointed to my purse and thankfully he knew exactly what I wanted. He pulled out some wet naps to wipe my legs and pussy.

    Alex turned back to us and said, "Ten minutes,"

    "Thank God," I replied, both because even when he turned he could only see my head, but also because now we all needed to get out of here before the scent of my sin, which would very soon be permeating the car, wafted into my husband's nose.

    "Your cheeks are really red, Sarah," Alex said, looking at me worriedly.

    "It's really hot in here I guess," I replied, a viable excuse on this hot summer evening.

    Once Cory was done cleaning up his Mommy, I shifted back onto his lap and slumped back against him, utterly exhausted.

    He whispered in my ear, "I love you, Mommy."

    I wiggled my ass in response, too tired to speak, but I did reach back to caress his cheek for a few affectionate moments.

    Eventually we arrived in the town, and we found a hotel pretty easily. It even had a pool with a hot tub! Alex booked two rooms, and after dinner we all went for a dip.

    While Alex went to hit the sauna Cory and I slipped into the hot tub where he said, "So Mommy, once Dad is asleep I want you to come to my room."

    "Really?" I asked, acting coy. "I can't imagine why."

    "And I expect you to be wearing thigh highs," he added, addressing me strongly and firmly, which I found fucking sexy.

    "How do you even know I own thigh highs?" I teased.

    "You wear them all the time," he pointed out before adding, "and often your skirts are short enough to give me glimpses of your lace tops."

    "You like my stockings?" I asked, something his father also loved.

    "How couldn't I?" he asked, "you wear them every day... I've been perving on them for years."

    "Really?" I asked, surprised by this information.

    "I even made Karen wear them for me," he added.

    "Then you're just like your father."

    "He likes them too?"

    "He especially enjoys foot jobs when I'm wearing them," I revealed.

    "That I've never had done to me," Cory said wistfully.

    "Mmmmmmm," I purred promisingly, my foot going to his cock.

    "I can't wait to fuck you in a bed," he said bluntly.

    "Me too," I nodded, "but I'm not sure I should sneak out of our room."

    "Once he gets to snoring nothing will wake him up," Cory pointed out, which was true.

    "But still..." I said.

    "I'm not asking, Mom," he said, "I'm telling you what you're going to do for me."

    "You are, are you?" I questioned coyly.

    "I am, Mother," he nodded, "tonight you're mine."

    "I'm your what?" I pressed, as my foot continued pressing against his stiff cock.

    "You're my Mommy-slut," he answered firmly.

    "Fuck is that hot," I moaned, totally turned on.

    Alex came out of the sauna and told us, "I'm going upstairs."

    "I'll join you soon," I nodded, thinking that first maybe my new lover and I could have some fun in the empty pool.

    "Okay," Alex nodded, leaving us alone.

    As soon as he was gone, I asked, "So: you ever fucked in a pool?"

    "Actually, I have," he answered.

    "Slut," I joked.

    He shrugged, "Never did it on a waterslide though."

    "Hmmmmmmmm," I purred. "We would be pretty isolated up there. It's enclosed."

    "Let's go," he nodded, climbing out of the hot tub.

    I followed him up the stairs.

    Once we were at the top of the waterslide he ordered me, "On your knees, Mommy."

    I obeyed, crawling inside the waterslide tunnel. He stood directly in front of me, holding onto the edges as I pulled his trunks down just far enough to get at his big meat, before taking it in my mouth.

    "That's so good, Mommy," he groaned, as I hungrily bobbed on his cock. I had no idea how long we would be alone out here so I focused on speed... even though I would have preferred to give him a lengthy blow job.

    I sucked him for a couple of minutes, even deep throating him a couple of times, enjoying the sound of his moans.

    Suddenly, the door opened downstairs.

    Cory sighed, "Shit, now you definitely have to come to my room tonight."

    "You really want to come down Mommy's throat?" I asked.

    "And on your face and on your tits and all over your ass and finally inside your ass," he listed.

    "Now that would be impressive," I smiled.

    "k**s are on their way up," Cory warned.

    "Then you'd better put your little man away," I responded playfully, as I slid down the waterslide belly down and feet first to land in the chilly water with an awkward splash.

    We headed back to our hotel rooms with Cory reminding me one more time, "My room as soon as you can."

    I smiled, "You really are insatiable. Not that that's a bad thing."

    I returned to my room and Alex was lying in bed, clearly already on his way to snooze-ville.

    I went and took a bath to wash off the chlorine. It was a long bath, giving me lots of time to replay this crazy day. Which got me horny again.

    I climbed out of the tub, dried off and returned to the bedroom.

    As I'd expected, Alex was already snoring away.

    I went to my suitcase and selected a pair of sheer black thigh highs. I put them on in the bathroom, donned only a hotel robe, grabbed the room key and snuck out of my room and into my son's, which was a few doors down. I saw he'd left the door slightly ajar and I walked in... closing and locking the door securely.

    He was on the bed completely naked, watching some sports highlights.

    He smiled fondly at me, "Black, my favourite colour."

    "Big, my favourite size," I purred, gazing hungrily upon his flaccid cock.

    "Like those tits you've been hiding from an unfortunate world all day," he countered.

    "What?" I asked, dropping the robe, "These old things?"

    My son was speechless as he stared at my tits. Even though I was in my mid-forties, they were still very big, yet very firm.

    "Like?" I asked.

    "I used to suck on those?" he asked.

    "Every day," I nodded, climbing onto the bed to join him before asking, "Why? Would you like to revisit your c***dhood?"

    "God, yes," he nodded, as he sat up and cupped my breasts with both hands.

    "Mmmmmmm," I moaned. "Now suck your Mommy's nipples like a good boy."

    He did, swirling his tongue around my stiff nipple.

    "That's it baby, Mommy loves her nipples played with," I moaned.

    He surprised me a moment later as he grabbed me and tossed me onto my back, my head landing on a pillow. He surprised me again when he spread my legs and buried his face between them.

    I moaned loudly at his first touch, glad Alex wasn't sleeping on the other side of the wall. It had been so long since a tongue had touched my pussy that I was instantly in heaven. "Your Dad won't ever do this," I revealed a couple of minutes into the exquisite tongue lashing.

    "Are you k**ding me?" Cory asked. "This is what I call fine dining."

    "Then get back to your dinner," I moaned, pulling his head back into my fiery pussy.

    He licked me for a couple more minutes until my breathing was getting erratic and I knew my next orgasm was close.

    "I'm a flooder," I warned.

    "You've been proving that all day," he replied before taking my clit in his mouth. I erupted! "Oh God, yes, baby!!"

    He hungrily lapped up my cum until I offered, "Time for me to finish what I started earlier. Stand up, my big man."

    He did.

    As he stood close to the bed I moved my stocking-clad feet to his cock and began stroking.

    "Oh, this is nice," he groaned.

    "I only buy stockings made from pure silk," I explained.

    "So I can feel," he nodded, taking hold of my feet and beginning to masturbate himself with them.

    "Don't be wasting that cum," I purred.

    "Does Mommy swallow?" he asked.

    "Are my nylons silk?" I responded. "Are you my good boy? Am I your Mommy-slut?"

    "And does Mommy take facials too?" he asked.

    "If you wish, but I'd rather swallow every drop of your cum..." I replied honestly, before adding, "...as you fuck my face like the dirty Mommy-slut you've turned me into today."

    "Mmmmmmm," he groaned as I slid my feet away from him to drop off the bed and onto my knees so I could take his cock in my mouth.

    "Fuck, do I love your mouth, Mommy," he groaned.

    "And Mommy loves your cock, sweet boy," I replied, before bobbing some more.

    "Oh God, Mom, I've fantasized about this forever," he revealed.

    I wondered how long forever had been.

    I kept bobbing, and in no time at all I felt his legs tense up as he declared, "I'm going to come."

    I bobbed faster until seconds later I was finally rewarded with a full load of cum... apparently the third time was a charm.

    I kept sucking until I'd extracted every drop of his cum and he said, "God, that was even better than I've been imagining all this time."

    "Have you also imagined getting hard again and fucking your Mommy the old-fashioned way?" I asked, before clarifying, "In a bed?"

    "Maybe," he said.

    "My question was rhetorical," I smiled, standing up and kissing his lips. Today I had fucked him twice, sucked him three times and even allowed him to finger my ass, but I found this kiss to be the most intimate. Our tongues continued exploring each other's mouths as we fell onto the bed.

    For an eternity we made out; not having sex exactly, although our hands roamed.

    We were no longer just mother and son; we were also two lustful adults exploring each other's bodies.

    Eventually we ended up in a sixty-nine, a position I'd only tried once, the other time with a girl. I bobbed down on his cock, he licked up to my pussy endlessly and wonderfully until without words, he rolled me onto my back, raised my legs above my head and slid his cock inside me for the third time today, this time while grasping my silk-clad ankles. Today had been exciting for us both, but it was so much better in the comfort of a bed and with the freedom to express ourselves fully to each other.

    "Oh God, son," I moaned, staring into his eyes, "I love you so much."

    "I love you too, Mom," he replied as he began fucking me.

    "God, I wish I knew you wanted this while you still lived at home," I moaned, his cock slamming into me.

    "Me too," he nodded. "I never thought my fantasies would become a reality."

    "And I never knew you had such a big dick," I replied, bucking my ass up to meet his forward thrusts.

    "I still can't believe I'm actually fucking you, Mom, that this is really happening," he said, the look in his eyes one of lust and love.

    "Then we'd better make every second count," I replied.

    And we did.

    He fucked me on my side.

    He fucked me doggy style.

    I sucked his cock to hardness again and then fucked him reverse cowboy.

    And we ended the night back in the missionary position.

    I came first, and he followed shortly after, this time being finished off by my stocking-clad feet as I gave him a foot job.

    He came on my feet and I, still very flexible from my cheerleader days, reached my foot up to my mouth and licked off his cum.

    He groaned, "Now that's hot."

    "Everything today was hot," I countered, as I scooped some cum off the bed from the first rocket that had shot into the air.

    "I do love you, Mom," he said. "Today was about way more than sex."

    "I know, Cory," I agreed. "I know."

    "So..." he began, suddenly nervous.

    "I probably should get back," I worried, "eventually your father will wake up."

    "I hope I never do," he replied.

    "You're an i****tual romantic," I joked.

    "And a very horny teenager," he added.

    "We still have one more day to spend together in the car," I reminded my lover.

    "Maybe two, if we can make him stop more often," he countered.

    "Mmmmmmm," I purred. "You still have my tits to cum on."

    "And your face," he added.

    "Facials are such a waste of good, tasty cum," I pointed out.

    "But I bet you'd look fucking hot with a load of cum dripping down your cheeks and off your chin," he said.

    "Such a romantic," I joked again, as I pulled my nylons off. "Here's a souvenir."

    "Of a night I'll never forget," he said, gliding them sensuously across his face.

    "The first of many," I smiled, "I hope this will be the first of many, you sexy mother fucker."

    "Those are the hottest words I've ever heard," he said gratefully.

    "And you know... once a mother fucker, always a mother fucker," I smiled, moving into him for another kiss.

    "Well, then I guess we'll have to fuck each other every chance we get," he smiled.

    I kissed him once more, put my robe back on and snuck out of his room and silently into mine.

    And as I joined my husband in bed, my head was spinning in the aftermath of the strangest, most surreal day in my life.

    I had sucked and fucked my son.

    I had no regrets.

    And I couldn't wait to do it again tomorrow.




    I woke up the next morning filled with guilt.

    I had willingly fucked my son in the backseat of the car while my husband drove us on the first leg of a long trip to my son's college where he would begin his higher education.

    Last night I had snuck out of our hotel room while my husband slept and rushed into my son's room to fuck him again.

    With guilt controlling me, although it was tempered by a tingle in my pussy at reminiscing about yesterday and last night, I climbed under the sheets and took my husband Alex's cock in my mouth. I'd only ever awakened him like this once before, the morning after our wedding twenty years ago, and he had joked for all those years since that I knew how to wake him up properly, although he wished I would do it again.

    Feeling his flaccid cock slowly growing in my mouth was always a turn-on... I loved the power of using my mouth to make a cock go hard.

    I heard soft whimpers and wondered whether he was having a sex dream or was waking up.

    After a couple of minutes he groaned, "Oh my, Sarah, what's gotten into you?"

    Like yesterday the correct answer would have been 'Your son's big dick', but that still didn't seem like an acceptable answer for him to hear, so I purred, "Just hungry for a morning snack."

    "I'm not complaining," he groaned, as I slowly bobbed up and down and his cock became fully erect in my mouth.

    As was always the case when we had morning sex, which was rare, he didn't last long, quickly spewing in my mouth. I swallowed the entire load and asked, "Wanna join me in the shower?"

    "Sure," he nodded, with a big silly grin on his face.

    He returned the favour in the shower, although using the removable shower head instead of his mouth. He was always happy to receive oral, but thought giving it was disgusting, so he wouldn't do it. But the shower head was a nice substitute, since he did make me come.

    We met Cory downstairs for breakfast, and regardless of the guilt I'd awakened with, the moment I saw him I knew I was going to fuck him again. I couldn't explain it... other than the phrase 'undeniable lust'. The sex with him yesterday had been exhilarating, whether we were in the backseat risking the possibility of getting caught, or in his hotel room having intense sex while my son took complete control of me. I woke up the next morning washed full of guilt.

    I had no idea what he had in mind for me today... but my pussy was already wet with anticipation and the thong I was wearing, no doubt temporarily, was already damp.

    Alex asked as we ate, "You sure you guys can endure another day squeezed back there together?"

    I admitted, "It was a little tight," which could be taken as I meant it, just a description of two people crammed together in a space barely adequate for one, or as the sexual innuendo Cory heard it as.

    "True, but the longer we go, the looser it gets," he quipped, making me blush.

    "I guess that's true," I laughed, trying to hide the blush.

    "Well, yesterday we did make it over one-third of the way," Alex said, excited to end the trip and spend some quality one-on-one time with his wife, who had recently become inexplicably amorous.

    Ten minutes later we were on the road, with me once again sitting on my son's lap, when he texted me:

    C: Thigh highs again?

    I responded back:

    M: Easy access for your big dick.

    He responded:

    C: No regrets?

    I texted back:

    M: Not doing it with you sooner.

    I felt like a high schooler again... waiting for my boyfriend to make his inevitable move.

    A chill went up my spine as I felt his hands grasping my hips.

    Another chill when he lifted me off his lap.

    I glanced nervously at my husband, but fortunately he was focused on the road, which was slick with a downpouring of rain.

    I felt Cory pulling my thong aside and slowly lowering me onto his fully erect cock.

    Once I was sitting entirely down on his dick, he sent another text:

    C: Let's just sit like this for a while.

    I nodded.

    And for the next hour I sat anchored on my son's cock. I wanted to ride on it, or grind on it, yet I just obediently sat on it. I tried to read a book, but that was useless as I couldn't absorb a single word. Instead, I just allowed the longest tease of my life to drive me wild.

    When the noise of the heavy rain on our roof finally paused, Alex asked, "How you guys doing back there?"

    "Just making the most of a tight spot," my son quipped.

    "Yes, it seems even a bit tighter back here than it was yesterday," I added.

    "Should we stop for a break?" Alex asked. "There's a truck stop in about fifteen minutes."

    "No, we should try to keep at it until at least lunchtime," I replied, hoping to have an orgasm or two before then.

    "I'm with Mom, I can last as long as necessary," Cory embellished.

    I was worried he meant that he wasn't planning on fucking me during this long, dreary drive. I added, really addressing only my son, referring to blue balls, "Don't try and last too long, sweetheart. You'll go all numb."

    "Oh, I have incredible stamina for a tight squeeze," Cory bragged.

    "Okay, well let me know if either of you need a break," Alex said, just as the downpour started up again.

    "Sounds good, honey," I agreed before adding, ever the nagging driver's wife that I usually was when I was in the front seat, "Focus on the road."

    "Nothing else to do," he agreed. "What else would I focus on?"

    If you only knew, I thought as I began slowly grinding on my son's cock.

    I was dismayed when he grabbed my hips and held me in place.

    I grabbed for my phone and texted him:

    M: Why? Mommy needs it now!!!

    He moved one hand away from my hip to show me his phone:

    C: All good things CUM to those who wait... and obey!

    I sighed. I was horny as hell and I wanted it now!

    Yet instead, I just sat there like a firefighter with a hose available, but no water.

    Another half hour passed, although it seemed like three, before Cory placed his hands back on my hips.

    I thought to myself, About time.

    I prepared for him to start fucking me, but I was surprised once again as I felt his finger beginning to probe my asshole.

    He isn't seriously thinking of fucking my ass? I thought to myself. Although I hadn't had anal sex since college, Alex astounding me by refusing when I offered him my backdoor during the third day of our honeymoon in Niagara Falls. I did fuck myself in the ass on occasion when I was home alone... my favourite way of getting off being to double penetrate myself... usually fantasizing about being dp'd in real life... a fantasy that I'd never fulfilled.

    I tried to relax and allow his finger in, having had my vibrating butt plug in there just last week, which was much bigger. Yet, without lube and at this angle it wasn't going to be nearly as pleasant.

    His finger teased me for a couple more minutes but it didn't enter, before he lowered my pussy back onto his throbbing cock.

    He then texted me, as my pussy was again full:

    C: Put your phone on mute.

    I did.

    He texted me again, beginning a lengthy texting conversation:

    C: Have you ever been fucked in the ass?

    I pondered whether I should tell him the truth. I figured at this point there was no reason to be prudish or conservative with him.

    I responded frankly:

    M: Not since college.

    M: Not with a real cock anyway!

    C: Dad doesn't fuck your sweet ass?

    M: Your father thinks it's disgusting.

    C: I can't imagine how he'd think that: we have the same DNA, and I love it!

    M: I'm beginning to wonder if you were switched at birth.

    M: LOL.

    C: So when was the last time you had something in that fine ass of yours?

    M: Last week.

    C: Details.

    M: It was awesome!

    C: Don't make me spank you.

    M: <Blush> Is that supposed to be a threat?

    Alex never spanked me either, another thing I'd really gotten off on back in college. What I really loved was sharp little slaps on my clit when I was getting close, another thing I did to myself when I was home alone and using my toys in my two holes.

    C: Oh, Mom, if only I'd known all this earlier.

    Wanting to text him nasty stuff... to keep him hard and horny, hopefully enough so he'd want me to start riding him, I asked him some blunt naughty questions.

    M: Why, would you have bent me over the kitchen table and slammed this big sausage in my asshole?

    M: Or put me over your knee and spanked my bare bottom for being such a bad Mommy-slut and not offering you my sweet cock sucking mouth, my burning hot cunt and my tight hot asshole for my son to deposit his sweet cum inside?

    C: Holy shit, Mom. I would love to hear those words coming out of your mouth!

    M: And I'd love that cock of yours slamming into my shit hole as you fucked me so hard I would shout to the entire world that my son was a dirty Mother fucker.

    C: You got me Mommy-slut, I'm turning you loose. You may start riding me, but keep texting me.

    The words I'd been dying to hear... or to read. I eagerly obeyed, moving my left hand to the top of my husband's seat while holding my phone in the other. I slowly began riding my son up and down, glancing out the left window to see that the rain was coming down even harder now. With this torrent pummeling noisily on the roof of the car, and the wiper blades going full speed in an attempt to give Alex enough visibility to drive safely, there was no way he would be paying any attention at all to what was happening directly behind him.

    C: Nice and slow, Mom.

    M: God, I just want you to bend me over and take control of me right here! I wish you would just bugger the hell out of me!

    C: You're such a slut, Mom.

    M: I'm your slut, baby.

    C: Forever!!!

    I read that word.

    One simple word.

    No question mark, just assertion.

    I realized that this could be more than just a three-day backseat stand... it could be so much more.

    M: You want to keep fucking Mommy more than just during this trip?

    C: Mom, I own you now. I plan to have you come visit me often, so I can shoot so many loads of cum in you that you will get bloated from it.

    M: No such thing as too much cum.

    C: Is that a challenge?

    M: A fact!

    C: You have experience with this?

    M: More fantasy than reality. But give me your best shot. Or shots.

    C: So what is your fantasy?

    I pondered this. I could probably list a dozen. I wanted to be with a woman. I wanted to be double penetrated by two cocks. I wanted to be the centerpiece of a gangbang or a train.

    M: I have quite a few.

    M: U?

    C: Tell me.

    I continued slowly riding my son, as I listed just some of my fantasies.

    M: I would like to be with a woman.

    M: I would like to be double penetrated.

    M: I would like to be gangbanged.

    M: I would like to go to a glory hole and suck cock after cock.

    M: I would like to be triple-penetrated.

    M: I would like to be with a she-male.

    C: A she-male?

    M: A cock and tits... the best of both worlds.

    C: LOL.

    My pussy was on fire as I listed my naughty fantasies to my son. I wanted to come... no, I needed to come.

    M: Do you want to watch Mommy eat cunt?

    M: Get double penetrated?

    M: Gangbanged?

    M: Fisted?

    M: Have a cum bath?

    C: Oh God, they're all so hot.

    He grabbed my hips and began pumping furiously into my wanton cunt. Knowing he was close to coming, I decided to keep my texting nasty.

    M: Do you want to fuck Mommy's ass?

    M: Pound the living shit out of Mommy?

    M: Ream her butt?

    M: Cleanse her asshole with a full load of cum?

    I felt his cum erupting inside me as my own orgasm approached.

    But he then pulled me back down onto his cock and held me there, preventing my orgasm from erupting, or even progressing.

    C: No coming for you yet, Mommy.

    I was completely frustrated. I was so close and so desperate to come.

    M: Please!!!

    C: No! Mommy-pets only come when they get permission.

    M: I'll do anything.

    C: Anything???

    M: Mommy is your complete obedient cum slut, baby.

    C: Anything has a pretty wide scope.

    M: Yes baby, it does.

    C: You'd eat cunt for me?

    M: YES!!!

    C: You'd fuck me and a buddy simultaneously?

    The idea of fucking him and his good friend Calvin popped into my head. Somehow years of fantasies, of reading online Literotica and watching porn was no longer enough for me. I wanted to live out all my slutty fantasies... Cameras or not, spectators or not, I wanted to star in my own porno scenes.

    M: YES, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    C: What about coming to my frat house if I join one, and serving as a cum bucket for the entire fraternity?

    M: OH MY GOD!!! With that thought in my head I might come just by sitting here.

    M: Does my son want me to be gangbanged?

    C: I'm asking the questions here. But yes, helping make your fantasies come true would be both a major turn-on for me, and gratifying for my Mommy as well.

    I was so desperate to come... so desperate to impress him... so in love with him as both a son and a lover... I used a term that would forever after define our relationship.

    M: I will obey whatever you order me to do, Master.

    C: MASTER!!! I like that.

    M: I mean it, Master. I will obey you without hesitation or limitations.

    C: What about Dad? If I ordered it, would you scream 'Your son is reaming my asshole?'

    Aye! The rub. I was so overwhelmed with lust that I had briefly forgotten I was not only married, but that my loving husband was a couple feet away. Guilt came rushing back in, which was ironic considering all I'd done yesterday and today.

    M:???

    M: I love your father.

    M: And I love you.

    C: I love him too.

    C: But this is real.

    Real...

    Was it?

    It was raw.

    It was intense.

    It was taboo.

    But... was I willing to end my marriage to be with my son?

    Reality came crashing in like a large broken window in a thunderstorm.

    As I pondered this question without knowing the answer, Alex spoke for the first time in a long time, "We're pulling over in three miles. I need to pee, we need gas and we should likely have some lunch."

    With my orgasm suppressed by sudden guilt, I agreed, "I could pee and eat too."

    Cory added, "Me three."

    I remained impaled on my son's cock until Alex was pulling off the highway. I slowly raised myself off his cock and felt his cum and my wetness leaking out of me and down my leg.

    As I smelled my unplugged sex, strong and undeniable, I was thankful for my husband's anosmia... his inability to perceive odor (which had been caused by meningitis as a teenager).

    I moved my thong back over my leaking pussy and shifted over to sit on my son's right leg.

    He texted me:

    C: We will continue this conversation later.

    C: PS: I plan to plug that ass sometime today.

    We didn't say anything, as we both contemplated the one flaw with this intense sex... my husband, his dad.

    I love Alex. He's a good man. A caring husband and a great provider.

    Yet he'd never been able to comprehend my sexual desires or attempt to fulfill them. For years I had accepted that mostly boring sex was just the way it was. Yesterday's raw carnal sex had awakened the sleeping slut in me, and I had no intention of allowing her to go back into slumber.

    I decided to text back, willing to risk everything for more of that sexual intensity, my hungry cunt and ass overruling my moral code... or what was left of it.

    M: You'd better. My asshole is tingling with anticipation for that big thick cock of yours.

    C: Then you'd better find some lube. Because with or without it I'm reaming that asshole first chance I get.

    As the car pulled into a rather large parking lot near a few restaurants, gas stations and more, I pondered whether we could inconspicuously slip away into a bathroom.

    But where the hell would I get lube?

    As soon as the car stopped, I got out. I looked around not for a bathroom, even though I had to pee, nor for a restaurant, even though I was hungry, but for a place that would sell anal lube... which seemed unlikely.

    Alex said, "Let's eat first."

    "No, let's go to the washroom first," I countered.

    "Okay," he nodded. "Then let's meet at that family restaurant over there. I need to tank up on some real food."

    "Sounds good," I nodded.

    I headed to the bathroom and I was sitting on the stall peeing when I got a text.

    C: I just googled anal lube alternatives and apparently coconut oil is one that works well.

    I figured that would be slightly easier to find, but not very. I quipped back:

    M: Shoot, I just used the last of it this morning to bake brownies.

    C: I'm going on the prowl for coconut oil or other lube. I want my Mommy-slut to be happy.

    M: Happy hunting!

    M: Master!

    I finished peeing and went to meet my husband.

    He asked, "Where's Cory?"

    "I thought he was with you," I lied.

    "I should text him," he said.

    "Oh, let him be. He's capable of fending for himself," I said. "We are about to drop him off all by himself at the college, after all."

    "True enough," he nodded. "Plus, that will give us some alone time."

    "I'm not sucking you off in any restaurant," I quipped, before adding, "although if you can find a discreet location, I wouldn't mind a quickie."

    "You're suddenly insatiable," he mused, shaking his head.

    "That sounds like a great name for a porn movie," I joked, "Don't miss 'Suddenly Insatiable': sedate housewife unexpectedly breaks character to take on a football team." He chuckled at my impromptu plotline as he found us an open table.

    We had lunch (sans blow job) and chatted about our upcoming two-week road trip to use up the time while we waited for the closing date on our new condo to arrive.

    We were just finishing up when Cory texted me:

    C: Circle C family bathroom now!

    "Is it Cory?" Alex asked.

    "Yes," I nodded and thought quickly. "He needs some money. Apparently he's eating somewhere that doesn't take credit cards."

    "Ok, I can go and help him," Alex said.

    "No, no," I objected, trying not to look too eager. "I'll go. You can pay the bill here, get some snacks for the drive... I want some licorice... and fuel up the vehicle."

    "Yes, my drill sergeant," he joked, always teasing me about my planned itineraries.

    "You'd better be ready to become a sexy full-time drill sergeant once we drop Cory off tomorrow," I quipped back, before I kissed him and walked away.

    I texted:

    M: On my way, Master.

    C: Hurry up slut,

    C: Time for your butt!

    I laughed at his terrible rhyme and tried one of my own as I spotted the Circle C a couple of buildings down.

    M: You're no Eminem.

    M: But you can have my back end.

    C: Okay, that was better, LOL

    C: Now hurry up!!!

    I walked double fast, almost running... knowing time was of the essence.

    Reaching the bathroom, I found it locked. I knocked.

    The door opened and I quickly slipped inside before it could close again.

    "Bend over the sink," Cory ordered, taking control immediately.

    "Yes, Master," I purred, turned on both by his strong persona and by what we'd just agreed we were about to do.

    Once I was bent over, I saw lube in his hand. I asked, "You found some?"

    "Believe it or not, yes," he nodded, as he tugged my thong down and poured some oil on his cock and between my ass cheeks.

    A chill of adrenaline coursed through me: I was about to be ass fucked! I'd fantasized about it for years, tried to replicate it for years, yet nothing compares with the real thing.

    I felt his cock rubbing up and down my ass cheeks and then felt it teasing my asshole.

    I moaned, "Just slide it in, baby. Your cock was made for my ass."

    He laughed, "Two days ago, who would have thought I would ever hear those words from you?"

    "Yesterday morning, evennnnnn," I pointed out, as his cock broke through the sphincteral barrier that's supposed to ward off such violations from the outside world.

    "So tight," he groaned, as his cock shoved itself sluggishly into me, slow like a turtle.

    "So big," I groaned back, loving the way his cock was widening my asshole.

    "Shit, I can't believe my clean-living Mom loves it in the ass," he said, clearly in as much awe of this moment as I was.

    "I can't believe my righteous boy is so willingly sodomizing his mother in a public washroom," I quipped back.

    He didn't respond, at least not verbally, but his hands grasped my hips a bit more tightly as he kept progressing deeper into my back door.

    I, on the other hand, was talking endlessly, loving the opportunity to speak out after needing to be so cautiously silent in the vehicle, "Oh yes, baby, I want that entire cock of yours buried in Mommy's ass. Give it to your Mommy like the ass-slut she is! Baby that's painful, but it's so fucking good!"

    "Almost there," he declared, as the never-ending slow penetration continued.

    "I feel like you're impaling me," I whimpered, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through me. I'd always loved the pleasure-pain oxymoron. The right kind of pain often led to a more intense pleasure.

    "All in," he announced a moment later.

    A chill went up my spine at taking his entire cock in my ass. I asked naughtily, "Are you going to just hang out there and celebrate, or are you going to fuck Mommy's ass?"

    "Beg for it, Mommy-slut," he demanded, not yet moving.

    "Oh, baby, please fuck Mommy's asshole. It hasn't been fucked by a real cock in over twenty years!"

    "Then it's time to make up for lost time," he declared, as he began to fuck me, but slowly.

    "Oh yes baby, it feels so good," I moaned, the pleasure growing quickly to replace the pain.

    "You love it in your ass, don't you?" he asked smugly, after a minute of slow fucking.

    "I love your cock in any of my holes," I agreed.

    "Information like that would have been good to know during my entire senior year," he joked.

    "I never knew you were this well-hung," I quipped. "I stopped giving you baths when you were still little."

    "I knew, though. So on my eighteenth birthday I should have just bent you over the kitchen table and fucked you senseless?" he speculated, as he started to go faster.

    "Oh, if only you had a time machine to go back in time and do just that," I purred, the idea so fucking hot.

    "We definitely need to make up for lost time," he promised.

    "Then fuck me harder right now," I moaned, my long-denied orgasm building once again.

    "I don't know if I want to," he teased, continuing his steady pace.

    "Please Master," I whined, "Mommy needs her shit hole destroyed by your huge pile driver."

    Suddenly he thrust hard, making me scream as he plumbed new depths inside me.

    "You mean like that?" he asked, buried deep.

    "I don't want this ever to end," I answered, before adding, "now do it again."

    Then my phone rang.

    "Shit, it's your father," I sighed.

    "Interesting choice of words," he laughed as he gave me another deep, hard, thrust.

    "Fuck, baby," I yelped, as I grabbed the phone.

    "Answer it," he ordered.

    "Try not to make me scream," I said.

    "No promises," he tormented me, as he resumed fucking me.

    "Hey, baby," I answered.

    "Where are you?" he asked.

    "In the bathroom," I answered.

    "Almost done?" he asked.

    "I may be a few minutes," I answered.

    "Oh, okay. Did you find Cory?" he asked.

    "He found me," I replied.

    "Well, I'm ready whenever you are," he said.

    "Okay, I'll be out soon," I moaned, "Cory's almost ready; we'll meet you at the car," as Cory started fucking me faster.

    "You okay?" he asked.

    "Upset stomach," I answered.

    "Oh, okay," he said, clearly uncomfortable. "Take your time."

    "Oh God!" I yelped, as Cory slammed into me again.

    "I'd better let you go," Alex said.

    "K," I whimpered, hanging up. "You brat."

    "Slut."

    "Mother fucker."

    "Ass-taking cum slut."

    "For you I am. Drill my ass," I demanded, the name-calling only enhancing my growing desire to cum.

    He pounded me for a few more hard thrusts and then suddenly pulled out.

    "Now what are you doing?" I whined, my orgasm nearing an apocalyptic explosion.

    "I was just making sure your ass will be well gaped for me in the car," he explained, as he wrangled his erect cock away.

    "You can't be serious?" I questioned, horny as hell.

    "Oh yes, you're my Backseat Mommy and you need to live up to your role," he smiled, as he slapped my needy ass, hard.

    "You fucking bastard," I snapped, as I stood up, and pulled up my thong as his phone rang.

    "Hi, Dad," he greeted, pointing to his cock.

    I glared at him, but obediently dropped to my knees and fished out his hard cock.

    "Yeah, I'm just finishing up here," Cory said, as I took the cock that seconds earlier had been buried deep in my asshole, into my mouth.

    "Yeah, I'm with Mom right now," he said. "She says she's feeling better and is just eating a hot dog."

    My eyes went wide as I bobbed on his cock, the taste of my back door on his dick, tangy.

    "I know, she has quite the appetite," Cory agreed, before adding, "I don't know how she takes it all in her tiny frame."

    I could barely keep from laughing at the naughty innuendo he was telling his Dad, who would be completely oblivious to it.

    "Okay, okay," he said, as he grabbed my head and began fucking my face. "I'll tell her to hurry up and swallow it all down. I'll give her something to wash it down with."

    A few seconds later, I felt his cum slide down my throat.

    I swallowed it all as he kept pumping his dick in my mouth. Once I'd extracted the entire load, he pulled out and said, "We should get back."

    "That load was supposed to be for my ass," I pointed out, still on my knees.

    "I didn't want my cum leaking out of your gaping ass and onto me," he said.

    "Asshole," I quipped, as I stood up.

    He smirked, "Ass, asshole, shithole, it's all the same."

    "I still haven't come," I complained.

    "Be a good, obedient Mommy-slut and I may let you come later," is all he said, as he swaggered out of the washroom.

    I sighed and followed as I said, "I can't believe what you said to your father."

    "What? I was serious. I am amazed at how you can take a whole sausage," he smirked.

    Alex was leaning against the car.

    "Ready?"

    I nodded as I followed my son into the back seat. For the next hour nothing happened, which was both surprising and stressful. A lot of questions popped into my head:

    Does he plan to fuck me again in the car?

    Does he plan to fuck me in the ass in the car?

    Will he finally let me have a fucking orgasm?

    Why is he ignoring me?

    In the end, my insecurities hit me as did my burning libido. I texted him:

    M: Are you going to fuck me or what?

    He didn't respond, instead asking his father, "Have you decided where you want to stay for the night?"

    "Are you already sick of your mother sitting on your lap?" I asked, rubbing my ass on his cock.

    "No," he said, "Just curious."

    Alex said, "Well, if we push hard for three hours we'll hit Edestoon."

    "That would be a great place to stop for the night," Cory approved.

    "Think you two can last three more hours back there?" Alex asked.

    "Oh, I think we'll be okay," I said, as I reached my hand beneath myself and around my son's hard cock.

    "Yeah," Cory agreed, "I'm so used to this by now, it's like Mom is one of my appendages."

    I couldn't help but laugh.

    Alex did too. "I'm really sorry to put you two in such a tight place."

    Cory quipped, as he moved his hand under me and felt up my ass, "Oh, I've been in tighter places."

    My face burned at the naughty, blunt innuendo.

    As his finger teased my ass, he texted me:

    C: So you want me to fuck you in the ass right here, right now?

    I didn't hesitate, my desire to come overriding anything else.

    M: Yes, Master. Please fill my asshole with that big dick of yours.

    C: Think you can sit down on it entirely?

    M: Yes, or die trying!!!

    C: Slut!

    M: Mother fucker!

    C: i****tuous criminal.

    M: You're my partner in crime.

    He grabbed the lube and handed it to me. He wanted me to lube his cock and my ass. Somehow his demanding this service of me only made it hotter and nastier.

    I fished out his cock. It was already (or still?) hard.

    I poured a generous puddle of lube in my hand and stroked his glorious cock slowly, loving the feeling of his hard meat in my hand. I then leaned forward, leaning against the front seat, which caused my husband to turn to look at me.

    "Are you alright?" he asked.

    "Just changing positions," I answered truthfully, as I simultaneously used my left hand (which he couldn't see from where he sat) to rub the coconut oil all around my rosebud. And most people thought coconut oil was only good for baking!

    "We can stop for a break whenever you want," he said.

    "No, no," I objected, as I slid a finger slightly inside my ass. "It's such a miserable day. We may as well just keep chugging along and get there as soon as we can."

    "Yeah, it's still raining cats and dogs," he nodded.

    "Well, you just focus on the road," I suggested, as I positioned my son's cock straight up and slowly lowered my pucker onto it. "And we'll just keep ourselves entertained back here," I added, presenting my own naughty innuendo for Cory's and my entertainment.

    "Will do," he nodded, as I began sitting down directly onto my son's flagpole.

    Cory's cockhead was at my eager back door, and I ever so slowly sodomized myself on his majestic, magic cock.

    Our earlier ass fucking in the bathroom, added to an additional helping of the lube, made his dick slide inside me rather easily, and with only a mild discomfort. That said, the discomfort was countered by the euphoria of having a dick back inside me and the risky thrill of sodomizing myself with my husband less than two feet away.

    I was about two thirds down, taking my time as I prepared myself for how deep he would soon be inside me when Alex swerved and I lost my balance, collapsing entirely onto Cory's cock.

    "Oh fuck!" I screamed, as I suddenly felt myself fully impaled on my son's sword, experiencing a sudden intense pain as his cock reached impossible depths.

    "You okay?" Alex asked, slowing down.

    "Yes," I said, trying to compose myself. "I just got banged up on that swerve."

    Cory quipped, "Yeah Mom, you slammed into me good."

    "Sorry," Alex apologized, "there was a sudden deer on the side of the road."

    "It's okay," I said, my words having different meanings to each man. "I just need some time to recover."

    "Okay," Alex said.

    As I sat on my son's cock, I tried to get used to the simmering pain that was now coursing through me from the sudden impaling.

    Cory texted:

    C: Just relax. We're in it for the long haul.

    M: Okay! Your cock pretty much impaled me.

    C: It would be a great way to die!

    M: If I die before I come it will be the worst way to die.

    C: LOL!!!

    C: I am preparing a BIG surprise for you tonight!!!

    M: What???

    C: It's a surprise!!!

    M: I hate surprises!

    C: I think you enjoyed the last two days of surprises.

    M: But I didn't know in advance I had surprises coming.

    C: With me you'll always have surprises coming. Now sit still on my cock and be a good Mommy-pet!!!

    M: Yes, Master!

    And I obeyed. I just sat there with my son's big cock lodged deep in my asshole. As the miles rolled by, the pain eventually faded away and I wanted to start bouncing on his pogo stick.

    Yet I just sat there.

    Awaiting orders.

    Alex asked, "A truck stop in five miles. Do you guys want to stop?"

    "No!" I said, a little bit too emphatically.

    "Okay, okay," Alex laughed, "I just thought you might need to stretch."

    "I'm all stretched now," I replied, and then realized that would make no sense to Alex.

    "Okay," he said.

    C: You nasty slut! You really do want a good fucking, don't you!!!

    M: I want you to ream my asshole until I come and you erupt a load in it.

    C: Right here?

    C: Right now?

    I knew I should wait until we were alone... maybe we could meet again tonight. Yet I needed it now. This long-withheld orgasm was begging for release.

    M: I'm your slut!

    C: That may be true... but that doesn't answer the question.

    M: Yes, I want you to fuck my ass right here, right now!!!

    M: Ream my ass until you deposit your seed deep in my rectum.

    M: Please, Master!

    Suddenly he bucked up, his cock reaching new depths inside me.

    "Oh, God!" I gasped, a fresh helping of pleasure and pain coursing through me.

    "What?" Alex asked.

    "I just saw a dead dog on the side of the road," I lied as my head spun.

    "I didn't see anything," Alex said, looking in his mirror.

    "It's so sad," I said, as I began slowly riding my son's cock.

    "It was there," Cory lied for me. "I saw it too."

    "Okay," Alex gave in. "Then I'd better focus on this road."

    "Please do," I said, before biting my lips to keep my moans from escaping. I can't explain it, as I'm sure I'm in the minority in this, but I feel greater pleasure and have bigger orgasms from anal sex... although for the past twenty plus years it had only been with sex toys. The pleasure of a real cock in my butt was incredibly stimulating, and it heralded a soon-to-come utopian euphoria.

    For a few minutes I slowly rode this cock, getting used to my son's huge cock in me... again the pain fading away as my pleasure built.

    Then, wanting to get really fucked, I began riding him faster. I wanted to bounce up and down on his cock, take it as deep as possible inside my asshole, but that would make too much noise and maybe even start bouncing the car around on its springs, which would affect Alex's driving and give us away, so I focused on just going faster.

    Yet I couldn't get any rhythm going, and I was getting frustrated.

    Cory seemed not to notice my frustration as he texted:

    C: Lean forward and to the side so I can really plow your back door.

    I obeyed, leaning way forward and to the right side so my head was positioned between the two front seats.

    Cory repositioned himself, leaning to the right as well, and slid his cock back into me. I bit my lip so I wouldn't moan, even though I couldn't completely stifle a soft whimper. Fortunately for me, the loud rain was still pelting down.

    I moved my hands to the sides of the front passenger seats for leverage, and just braced myself while I allowed my son to fuck my ass. He fucked me fast, but he managed not to slam into me and make sounds that would get us caught. Although I was enjoying the fucking, I wanted it rougher, harder and deeper.

    Alex asked, looking over at my awkward placement, "Is that even comfortable?"

    I was speaking more to Cory as I answered, "It's not perfect, but it's the best I can manage for the moment."

    "I'm going to pull over at the next truck stop. I really need to pee," Alex decided.

    "Okay," I nodded, concerned I would once again be denied my long-awaited orgasm.

    Cory kept fucking me, although not hard enough to get me off, and in the precarious position I was in, I needed both arms to hold myself up, so I couldn't get a hand to my fevered twat.

    "Here's a truck stop," Alex announced a couple minutes later.

    Frustrated, I leaned way back and sat down entirely on Cory's dick.

    I lifted my ass up a bit, trying to signal Cory to fuck himself up into me.

    He caught on and resumed fucking me even as we were slowing down. My hands now free, I was frantically rubbing myself, my orgasm imminent and yet refusing to erupt.

    Cory kept ass fucking me even as my husband came to a stop, causing me to fall back onto my son's sword.

    "I gotta pee," Alex blurted out, dashing from the car.

    "Pound my shithole," I demanded, the moment Alex was out of sight and hearing.

    "Ride me, slut," Cory ordered.

    And I began bouncing. Hard and fast. Finally able to really get fucked. I rode his cock furiously, no longer worried about getting caught, only focused on coming.

    "Come for me, my nasty ass slut," Cory demanded, "Come right now, like the dirty cum slut you are."

    "Oh God, yes," I moaned loudly, my orgasm finally about to break through its invisible barrier.

    "I'm about to come in your shit hole," Cory groaned.

    "Oh yes, come in Mommy's dirty asshole," I moaned, bouncing recklessly on his cock.

    "Aaaah," he groaned a couple bounces later. As soon as I felt his load explode inside me, my own cum exploded out of me.

    "YOU MOTHER FUCKER," I screamed, as my bubble burst and intense pleasure cascaded through me and flooded out of me.

    "Yes, come my dirty ass-slut," he groaned, as his torrent of cum continued to fill my ass.

    Even though I was still coming, I knew our time was short so I opened the door, almost fell out of the car and quickly pulled my thong up as I felt my son's cum leaking out of my ass and my own cunt cum joining it to trickle down my legs.

    Looking up, I saw a couple of teen boys and an older woman staring at me. There was no way they couldn't see I was struggling to recover from the sex I'd been having just moments before. They'd probably even seen the car rocking and heard what I screamed.

    Mortified by the boys' leers and the woman's judgemental glare, I scuttled directly to the bathroom, so distracted I actually walked right into my husband.

    "You okay?" he asked. "You look all flustered."

    "I really need to pee," I answered, charging past him and into the ladies'.

    I went directly into a stall, pulled down my soaked panties and did indeed urinate with great force. I also forced some of my son's cum out of my gaping ass.

    I couldn't believe I had fucked my son in the car... again... still unable to resist the temptation. It was like his cock was the forbidden fruit and I was unable not to gobble it down every chance I got.

    As I cleaned my two lower orifices, Cory texted me:

    C: That was amazing!

    M: I can't believe we just did that!

    M: I think at least three people knew I'd just been fucking. They even watched me pulling my thong up!

    C: Are you ready for more?

    M: You can't be serious???

    C: Oh, I need a rest too. But click on this link. Tonight we will make another of your fantasies come true.

    I clicked on the link and gasped.

    It was a Craigslist ad.

    Horny submissive MILF slut looking to be DP'd.

    Submissive three hole cum slut wants to make her double penetration fantasy come true.

    Her young Master is looking for one or two men with big cocks who are willing to DP her or even make her AIR TIGHT.

    Please send face and cock pictures, as we are selective and want to make this special for our horny slut. This is a one-night-only offer. The bigger you are, the more likely we'll be to respond.

    Please be serious, as this cum slut wants to make a decades'-long fantasy a reality... TONIGHT!!!

    This event will take place at Edestoon hotel and not begin until after 11 o'clock.

    I read and re-read it a dozen times.

    I couldn't believe Cory would do this.

    I also couldn't believe the rush that went up my spine at the possibility of being double penetrated and just used by some strangers like a cheap slut.

    As I finally stood up, unsure how to deal with this new situation, He sent me another text.

    C: I got a dozen responses so far.

    C; Would you like to try a black cock?

    C: Ten inches!

    C: And thick!

    Oh my God!!! This way I could realize two fantasies at once. I had always wanted to fuck a black man. I often read race play stories online, and my favourite filmed porn was interracial.

    C: Here is his picture!!!

    I clicked on it and my mouth watered.

    Fuck!

    Suddenly fucking my son seemed less like cheating... I know, absurd but true.

    This black stranger with a ten-incher would definitely be cheating.

    As I contemplated the big black cock, I washed up and examined myself in the mirror.

    What was I becoming?

    And why couldn't I resist being such a slut?

    Yet, even though I knew I shouldn't... I texted my son:

    M: BOOK HIM!!!,
    I regretted doing it.

    As a wife I knew this was so wrong. I loved my husband. Yet he didn't understand my sexual needs... never had... and I had spent two decades stifling my true sexual self, never truly satisfied.

    I began to wonder if love was enough. Was I really willing to spend the rest of my life faking orgasms and being completely dissatisfied with my sex life?

    Yesterday my son Cory had awakened a sleeping giant inside me and there was no way she was returning to slumber. These thoughts, as my body calmed down from my recent sex, had me seriously reflecting on the remainder of my life. A life that had been long planned and laid out in front of me... one that prior to yesterday I'd been completely content with... excited even.

    But now... now such an insipid existence wasn't good enough. It really had become that black and white.

    I knew that this passionate, raw sex I'd been enjoying for the last couple of days, and I had to admit Cory had been satisfying a deep need inside me, even when he'd been driving me crazy by endlessly denying me an orgasm, that all of it... the excitement, the exhilaration, even the frustration... I knew this kind of sex was not only what I wanted, but what I needed. And it wasn't only about the sex. The way my son was forcing me to surrender to him mind, body and soul, was fulfilling a deep-seated need in me I'd always known about, but had never comprehended how powerful it was.

    I needed to fulfill the many fantasies... sexual and otherwise... I'd always had but only now saw the possibility of achieving. Yet I needed to be honest with my husband. He deserved better than having his wife sneak out to submit herself as a cheap slut for strangers... of course he also deserved better than a wife who was furtively committing i****t right behind him in the car.

    Yet you only live once... and I seemed to be packing all my wild, fulfilling sexually submissive explorations into a chance-of-a-lifetime three-day road trip. I refused to deny myself this powerful experience. Therefore, any revelations and subsequent discussions with my husband would have to wait until we were alone. Until after we'd dropped Cory off at his college.

    Afterwards I would have years to regret what I had done.

    Or years to regret what I had refused to allow myself to do.

    I knew it was regret for the things you hadn't done, the experiences you'd denied yourself, that always came back to haunt you... such as in that powerful movie The Notebook.

    So, even though I knew what I was doing was wrong, knew it could even end my marriage, I decided in the end not to rescind my slutty decision, not to text my son and tell him to call off this booty call with some black stranger sporting a ten-incher. I decided to ponder my immediate future a bit longer. Would I go through with an orgy? I didn't know. Today's long-denied orgasm finally achieved and it having delivered all the release I'd been desperate for, suddenly I wasn't so excited about achieving the next one in an orgy, even if said orgy was to be orchestrated by my imaginative and masterful son Cory. On the other hand, I also wasn't appalled at the idea. To put it succinctly, I didn't know a damn thing about what I did or didn't want. My mind was as big a mess as my well-used body.

    Confused and indecisive, I went and grabbed a nice cold coke, suddenly realizing how parched I had become.

    I unexpectedly felt a pair of arms wrapping themselves around me from behind, so I whispered all flirtatiously, assuming it was Cory, "You just can't get enough of me, can you?"

    Thankfully, I hadn't said Cory's name or anything else to give me away as my husband replied, "No, I never can."

    "Such a horny man," I purred, hiding my surprise as I turned around, wishing he would have shown me this much interest in the past.

    "It's your radiant beauty that does it," he answered, sweet as always. He had always been a romantic man, a thoughtful man, even a considerate man most of the time... he just had never been an I'm-gonna-fuck-you-like-a-complete-slut type of man.

    His loving words made me feel bad for him again, yet not bad enough to stop doing what I was doing. Deciding to test him, to give him an opportunity I hadn't given him in years, I asked, "Are you horny enough to take me into the bathroom here, bend me over the sink and just fuck me with no foreplay or sweet words? Just ram it in with no thought for my comfort?"

    His face went beet red as he stammered, "Um, I, well..."

    I interrupted him as I added, "In the ass?"

    "Sarah!" he gasped, completely turned off at the idea.

    "With Cory gone now and turning us into empty-nesters without a live-in chaperone, I'm expecting you to fulfill some of the manly duties you haven't been fulfilling," I continued, figuring maybe this unplanned episode of taboo sex with my son could perhaps rekindle my sex life with my husband, maybe save a marriage I wasn't sure could be saved.

    "Sarah, I, um, what's gotten into you?" he asked, whispering so others nearby wouldn't hear.

    "Not enough of your cock," I smiled back, squeezing his cock firmly and finally giving him a meaningful answer to this recurring question. His cock was hard. Promising. "Especially in my tight, neglected butt," I completed my thought.

    Sensing his confusion, his helpless floundering for what to say, his clear lack of any ability to give me the answer I was looking for, I just walked away from him before he had the chance to say something we'd both regret, and went to pay for my pop and a bag of chips.

    I turned around and saw Alex was still staring at me in shock. My assessment was correct: he was incapable of ever giving me what I needed. He didn't even need to say it.

    I purchased my items and changed the subject with, "Shall we go?"

    He nodded, still attempting to regain his composure, I could tell I'd really shaken him, "Yeah, yeah, I guess we'd better, sweetheart."

    See what I mean? He could be conciliatory, but he couldn't ever take charge of me like his son could.

    Back in the car, we drove the next couple of hours without any sex. Cory and I both fell asleep with his arms wrapped around my waist, exhausted from our marathon ass-fucking. When I woke up I noticed Cory was on his phone and wondered if there had been any more responses. I hadn't ever told him I might consider his plans for tonight to be a bad idea, so as far as he knew I was 100% onboard with no hesitations whatsoever.

    I texted him:

    M: Any more responses?

    C: Over a hundred.

    Trying to be playful, I made a joke.

    M: Wow, that would be quite the gangbang!!

    C: Is that what you want???

    Oh shit! I was just k**ding. But what did I really want? Upon reflection I knew for certain I wanted to be double penetrated at some point. I was also curious what airtight meant, I would have to ask him. I also was intrigued by the picture of the black cock he'd sent me. Yet a gangbang was an entirely different thing... or was it? Funny, now that I'd had a little time to recover from my latest super-charged orgasm, I was again leaning toward getting dp'd or more by some total strangers, and why not tonight? I really was becoming a slut. I was even revelling in it. Years of domesticated housewifery had mellowed me, but now I was rediscovering my true sexuality.

    M: I probably wouldn't refuse such a thing. What do you want me to do, Master?

    C: It's your night, Mom. I'm not deciding this time. What do you want?

    There it was. Completely in my hands. I contemplated this for a few minutes. If I was going to continue cheating, I may as well go all in.

    I hadn't yet answered when Cory added:

    C: Want to read the responses?

    He handed me his phone and I couldn't believe how many were there.

    I clicked on the newest one:

    19-year-old college student. Eight-inch cock. Would love to fuck that ass of yours.

    Although I liked his age... I wanted studs who were energizer bunnies and could quickly reload. But I also preferred someone who put a little more thought into his response.

    I clicked past a few that were generic 'What's Up?' or 'Found anyone yet?' or 'Here's my dick.'

    I wanted to be impressed and oddly, to be wooed by my Craigslist suitors. I know, ironic considering I was contemplating being treated like an objectified slut and getting double penetrated or more with absolutely no consideration for my admittedly brilliant mind.

    I then typed on his notepad, recalling a term from earlier I still didn't know:

    M: What is airtight?

    I showed it to him and he took the phone and typed. When he was done he handed it back to me.

    C: Airtight is when all three of your holes are filled completely, thus AIRTIGHT! But you're not truly airtight since you can breathe through your nose. No danger of asphyxiation.

    I nodded. That made complete sense and as usual of late, it turned me on completely.

    Eventually I handed Cory his phone back with one final text for him, deciding fuck it, I was going all in:

    M: Get a few big cocks for me, baby. But only a few, not a hundred.

    We drove in relative silence as I pondered what I was becoming.

    I had willingly cheated on my husband... with our son... in the backseat of our car. For two days straight.

    I was now willingly agreeing to cheat on my husband... with strangers... in a hotel room.

    I sighed. The longer I thought about it, the more I began to doubt my decision. Not so much about fucking Cory; no, I wouldn't take that back for the world, and I knew I'd do it again the moment he was ready. I was undoubtedly a slut for my son now and forever, no question. But fucking total strangers?

    Alex broke into my thoughts by asking, "You guys want to go for a nice supper when we stop for the night?"

    "Sure," I agreed, needing to spend some time with my husband face to face, needing to maintain the appearance of a good wife.

    "Yeah, I could use a nice meal," Cory added, as he moved his hands from around my waist and down to my pussy.

    "You're always hungry," I joked, my assertion having two very separate meanings.

    "I'm a growing young man," he asserted right back as his cock flexed under my ass, his response also having two very separate meanings.

    Alex agreed, "Yeah, our grocery bill will be a lot cheaper with you out of the house."

    Cory agreed, his finger leisurely tracing my pussy lips, "Yeah, I'll definitely miss Mom's home cooking. Yours, not so much."

    I almost erupted with laughter at his nasty innuendos. Both of them, but especially at the image of Cory sucking off his father... distastefully.

    "Which is why I don't often cook," Alex agreed equably. "But we'll always have Mom's home cooking for you whenever you come home to visit," Alex offered.

    I bit my lip to avoid laughing at what Alex was unknowingly offering his son!

    "Yeah, I plan on eating a lot of home cooking when I come home to visit," Cory agreed.

    I added, "Well, you don't always have to come home; I'll have to come out and visit you sometimes and bring along some tasty meals for you to enjoy."

    "I would love that," Cory said, his finger now parting my pussy lips, causing them to greet him with some welcoming moisture.

    Alex said, "I imagine cafeteria food won't be anywhere near as good."

    "Nothing tastes as good as Mom's," Cory responded, my face burning red because of his tantalizing finger and the surreal conversation we were having.

    An 80's song came on that I didn't recognize, but Alex did, so he started singing along and the conversation came to an end.

    Cory used the song's distraction to lift up my ass and slowly ease my pussy down onto his cock.

    I moaned softly, "Sick of my ass already?"

    He laughed, "Just want to make sure all three of your holes get the equal attention they deserve."

    I laughed, "That's very thoughtful of you. What a considerate son."

    And for the next while, I just sat there with his cock buried deep inside my pussy. I didn't need to ride it. I didn't need him to fuck me. I was content just to have him inside me. Maintaining our connection but doing what he wanted.

    "Half an hour," Alex announced.

    "Good, because I'm famished," I said, my stomach growling to inform me it needed more than just cum to keep it satisfied.

    "Me too," Cory added, "all this sitting around back here is improving my digestion so much I'm getting hungry a lot faster."

    Alex laughed, "Yeah, you're not used to just sitting around, are you?"

    Cory concurred, "No, I'm missing my workouts."

    "Well, maybe once we check into the hotel you can go for one," Alex suggested.

    "I definitely should," Cory agreed, as he tapped my clit significantly.

    I took that as a signal to start riding him. Instead of bouncing though, I ground my pussy on his cock, moving my hips forward and back... wanting to milk his cock slowly.

    "I could use a workout too," I added. "Sitting here these past two days has gotten me kind of stiff." I smirked at my incidental usage of the word 'stiff'.

    "I'm stiff right now," Cory bantered.

    "Maybe a nice soak in a hot tub would do us all some good," Alex suggested.

    "For sure," I agreed, adding, "it would definitely loosen me up a bit."

    "I imagine you are pretty tight being stuck back there," Alex added.

    I could barely hold back from roaring with laughter as I continued grinding on Cory's cock, slowly building the pleasure inside me.

    Cory began rubbing my clit, shifting my focus to pleasure instead of idle chit chat.

    I began grinding faster and yet another orgasm was quickly on the rise.

    But suddenly as my orgasm grew close, Cory stopped rubbing my clit and held my hips in place. He whispered infuriatingly, "To be continued."

    I looked back at him and mouthed, "Are you serious?"

    He shrugged and went onto his phone.

    I began riding him again, wanting to get off, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me back solidly onto his lap. I texted:

    M: What the fuck???

    He texted back:

    C: All good things CUM to those who wait.

    I sighed dramatically just as Alex said, "We're here."

    "Good," I complained sourly. "My ass is killing me."

    "I bet it is," Alex agreed, sounding sympathetic... more oblivious responses to the true meaning behind my words. Keeping him in the dark was a major turn-on, but a small part of me felt really bad for him.

    Yet that part of me was overruled by my son's dominance.

    I slyly lifted myself off his cock, and then out of the car, as soon as Alex pulled into a parking spot.

    Alex laughed at my prompt exit, "You must really need to stretch."

    I agreed, even as wetness leaked down my leg, "I have trouble sitting in the same position for too long."

    Cory walked past me and whispered, "Good to know."

    As Alex checked us in, we learned there was only one room left, apparently a rodeo was in town. We booked it anyway, making me wonder how I was going to get Cory inside me tonight and how the promised gangbang was even going to work. I then shook my head at my skewed priorities. What was becoming of me?

    We carried our luggage up to our room and then headed straight across the street for dinner, all of us famished.

    At dinner we mostly speculated about Cory's new life at college and the new adventures his higher education would bring. The entire conversation saddened me. I would have been sad regardless of the past two days... but the sadness of empty nest syndrome had been replaced with the sadness of empty ass and cunt syndrome. Absurd, but truly sad.

    As dinner ended, Cory requested, "Dad, can I take the car to do some shopping?"

    "Sure," Alex nodded. "Your mother and I can go use the hot tub."

    "TMI!" Cory joked.

    I added jocularly, "Yes, honey, I'm afraid it's true. Your pure and innocent Mommy and Daddy are going to have sex in the hot tub while you're gone."

    "Sarah!" Alex gasped, not used to this frank and bawdy side of me.

    Cory laughed, "It's okay Dad, I know you two have sex. My very existence is living proof!"

    Alex shook his head in embarrassment, handed Cory the keys and said merely, "Please get the car filled too."

    "Sure, Dad," Cory nodded, taking the keys.

    Once he was gone I suggested, putting my hand on my husband's crotch, trying to use my son's reawakening of my sexuality to improve, maybe even save, my marriage, "So about the hot tub?"

    "I could use a soak."

    "I could use a cock in me," I whispered back, rubbing his dick.

    "Honey," he groaned.

    "Let's go," I said.

    "Okay," he agreed.

    I led him to our hotel room and immediately dropped to my knees, pulled down his pants and took his cock in my mouth.

    He groaned, "I thought we were going to the hot tub."

    I sucked him for a few seconds before standing up and smiling, "We are. I was just prepping you."

    "I'm not complaining," he wondered as he got undressed, "but I have to ask, what's with all the sudden, um..."

    "Backseat claustrophobia seems to really get me horny," I answered the incomplete question.

    He laughed. "Well, I should make you sit back there every day."

    "Why? Are you trying to turn me into a sex maniac?" I joked, knowing I already was one.

    "There are worse things to be," he shrugged, putting his trunks on.

    "Touché," I laughed.

    We went down to the pool and I was disappointed to see lots of people there... way too many to get away with any hot tub sex.

    Nevertheless, I whispered sultrily, "Think we can fuck here?"

    "Not without lots of witnesses," he said.

    "If it weren't for the k**s around, I would so straddle you in the hot tub anyway," I teased, before swaying sexily away from him and stepping into the hot tub.

    We had a twenty-minute soak, chatting with another couple about great places to visit, before heading back to the hotel room.

    Once we were inside, I pushed Alex onto the bed and said, "It's no hot tub, but it'll do."

    "What about Cory?"

    "I'll text him and make sure he's still busy."

    I texted him:

    M: Where are you?

    He texted back:

    C: Buying you something special for tomorrow's ride.

    I texted him back:

    M: You bad Mommy-fucker! How long until you come back?

    C: Fifteen minutes. Don't you dare fuck Dad!! Tonight you're my slut!!

    Those assertive words turned me on... again making me wish Alex could be that dominant and aggressive.

    I responded, even though I wasn't sure how he planned to fuck me with us sharing a single room:

    M: Yes, Master!

    I sighed, "Sorry, honey, Cory is already on his way back."

    "Shit," he sighed.

    I shrugged, thinking Cory hadn't said anything about oral, "But he said fifteen minutes. That's probably enough time to give you an old-fashioned blow job."

    "You sure?" he asked.

    "I want my dessert," I shrugged, tugging his trunks down and taking his cock back in my mouth.

    "Oh God," he groaned, as I bobbed hungrily.

    As I expected he didn't last long, not even two minutes, before he warned me, "I'm going to come."

    I kept bobbing, swallowing it all, before I sat up and grinned, "Yummy."

    "For your tummy," he joked, completing a saying we'd used on Cory when he was a c***d.

    I rubbed my tummy and laughed, "Indeed. Yummy cummy!"

    I showered and came out to find Alex and Cory chatting while they watched some sports highlights.

    I announced, "Your turn, Alex."

    "I think I'll have a bath," he replied.

    "Sure," I nodded.

    Once Alex was gone and I heard the water running, I asked, "Soooooooo, what did you get me?"

    "That is a surprise for tomorrow," Cory said with a smile.

    "You know I hate surprises."

    "You seem to have enjoyed all my surprises so far," he shrugged, walking over to me.

    "True enough," I nodded.

    "Bend over," he ordered.

    "You want to fuck me with your father in the next room?" I asked, although I was wearing nothing but a robe, so we could be quick about it.

    "A better question is, do you want me to fuck you with my father in the next room?" he turned it around, cupping my tits over my robe.

    "You're so bad," I moaned, completely at his whim. "You know I do."

    Using a wall for balance, I bent over.

    Cory stepped up behind me and slid his cock in me. He fucked me rapidly for maybe fifteen seconds before we heard the bathroom door opening.

    Cory nonchalantly stepped away from me just in time and turned away to tuck his cock away as Alex came out and said, oblivious to what he was interrupting, "I forgot my razor and shaving cream."

    I said, my heart racing from almost getting caught, "It's in your suitcase."

    He was approaching the suitcase when Cory announced, "I'm going to take Mom for a drive."

    "Oh, where?" Alex asked, as he rummaged through the suitcase.

    I walked over to Alex and accused teasingly as I picked up the travel bag he couldn't find, "You really do have man eyes."

    He shrugged, "I don't know how I didn't see that."

    "You are rather oblivious," I said, taking a shot at him.

    "That's why I have you to point things out to me," he shrugged before returning to the bathroom.

    As soon as the door was closed, Cory stepped back up to me, bent me over the bed and slid his cock back in my pussy.

    I moaned, "This is so dangerous."

    "More so than fucking you in the backseat?" he asked.

    "Touché," I laughed, as he fucked me.

    "Plus, the chance of getting caught is quite a rush, isn't it?" he added.

    "A little," I moaned, not admitting how big a rush it was.

    "Oh, you love it," he insisted as he continued fucking me... somehow knowing me so much better than my husband of over twenty years.

    "Risk or not, I love having you inside me," I moaned, as we heard the bathwater shut off and the splashing sounds of Alex climbing in.

    "You'd better be making visits to my dorm," he told me.

    "Who would you introduce me as?"

    "My slut," he said. Before adding another thought, "Or better yet, my MILF girlfriend."

    "Not your mother?" I asked, my orgasm rising.

    He laughed, "That may be a little TMI for most people."

    "Good call," I agreed.

    He suddenly pulled out and said, "Go get dressed. I have another surprise for you tonight."

    I sighed, hating when my orgasm was denied, "You'd better finish what you started, young man." I was also curious whether he'd somehow found a way to make my gangbang happen. Horny as I was, I knew I wouldn't resist for a moment if he managed to put me in that situation.

    "Oh, I definitely plan on doing that," he smiled, "just not quite yet," as he slapped my ass and added, "Now hurry up, slut."

    "Fuck, do I love when you call me names," I said, getting up, squeezing his cock and then grabbing something to wear.

    I went into the bathroom to change.

    Alex was still lounging in the tub when I walked in, shrugged off my robe and began to put on a sundress.

    Alex asked, "A little cool out there for a light dress, isn't it?"

    "Maybe," I shrugged, before adding, "but I'm feeling a little bloated, so I don't want to wear jeans."

    "Too much 'yummy cummy' in your tummy?" Alex joked.

    I laughed at his cutesy question, "Maybe."

    "No panties?" he asked.

    "My naughty secret, just for you," I shrugged.

    "You're so bad," he said.

    "Just the way you like it," I winked, as I leaned down and kissed him before waltzing back out.

    As soon as I was back in the room, Cory handed me a pair of thigh highs. "You can put these on in the car."

    "Yes, Master," I saluted, curious where he was taking me. He hadn't said a word about that, either to Alex or me.

    I followed him outside and was surprised to see how dark it had gotten by just after nine. As Alex had mentioned, it had also cooled down substantially.

    I asked as we got to the car, "Where are we going?"

    "Not far," he said, leaving it at that.

    I got in the backseat where there would be more room for me to don my stockings, and Cory took the driver's seat. As he drove, I put on the thigh highs and saw a black bag on the floor. I reached down towards it and asked, "What's in the bag?"

    "Don't you dare touch that," he ordered. "That's tomorrow's surprise."

    "Fine," I sighed. I then repeated, "Where are we going?"

    "To make another one of your fantasies into a reality," he answered.

    "You got the gangbang to happen?" I asked, my pussy leaking at the exciting thought.

    "Not exactly," he said, before adding, "I think there only being a single hotel room was a sign the gangbang was a mistake."

    "How so?" I asked.

    "The more I thought about it, the more I wasn't sure I wanted to share your sweet pussy and tight ass with any other guys; I don't even like the idea of Dad fucking you."

    "He almost never does," I sighed.

    "Good," he said, sounding jealous. "But I did find a way to make another of your fantasies turn into a reality."

    "And which one is that?" I asked, as he pulled into a strip mall on the edge of town. My eyes widened in anticipation when I saw it contained an adult store. Maybe with some horny men inside?

    "You'll see," he said mysteriously as he parked.

    Once we were out of the car he took my hand, which sent a romantic chill up my spine, and led me into the adult store.

    I could see quickly that sex toys had advanced immensely in recent years as he led me through row after row of toys and then down a narrow hallway. As soon as we entered a room at the end, I could tell what he had in mind.

    I was in a glory hole!

    My pussy tingled with anticipation!

    I asked, "So you don't want strangers fucking Mommy's cunt, or pounding Mommy's asshole, but you're okay with strangers filling Mommy's mouth?"

    "For some reason yes," he nodded. "I am."

    I said, "I doubt we'll have much time before your father calls to find out where we are."

    "Then let's not waste any." He reached for me, raised my dress over my head to leave me totally naked except for my thigh highs and shoes (I hadn't worn a bra, either) and informed me, "It's time to taste you directly from the source. I haven't had that pleasure since last night."

    "Mmmmmm," I purred, "you want to taste your Mommy?"

    "I've been craving your authentic home cooking all day," he answered, as he sat me down on a cheap stackable chair covered in cracked plastic, and then knelt down and began to lick me. At the first touch of his tongue we could have been in a palace for all I cared about the surroundings.

    "Dine away," I invited him, as I watched him bury his face deeper between my legs.

    He licked me for only a moment before I began moaning, as he reignited the orgasm he'd left smouldering in the hotel room. "That's it baby, lick Mommy's cunt."

    "Oh God," a voice groaned from nowhere. "Are you two really Mom and son?"

    I nervously looked around and noticed that there wasn't one, but two glory holes, each on opposite walls.

    I asked the voice, "Hello, young man. Do you want to fuck your Mommy too?"

    "Oh shit," the stunned young voice said as I saw a wide-open eye staring unbelievingly at my naked body. (I knew he wouldn't be allowed in the store if he were younger than legal age; we were just roleplaying.)

    "Show me your cock, stud," I ordered.

    The staring eye disappeared and a small cock popped into view.

    I moaned, "Is your cock hard because you're thinking of fucking your own Mommy?"

    "God, yes," he purred.

    Cory finally rose to the occasion, rising from between my legs, "Go ahead, Mom. Suck his dick."

    "Yes, son," I said, playing to our audience of one. "I always obey my son like a good Mommy-slut should."

    Somehow talking so nastily, especially in front of a witness, enhanced my excitement as I strolled over to the small cock, bent over, leaving my pussy and ass available for my son should he wish to indulge, and took the small, but very hard, prick in my mouth.

    "Oooooooh," the guy groaned.

    I bobbed quickly on his cock, easily able to deep throat his not quite five-inch tool.

    I liked the thrill of the glory hole, but I hoped to experience some cocks bigger than this one.

    "Pussy or ass, Mom?" Cory asked suddenly, his hands on my bare hips.

    I took the anonymous cock out long enough to answer, "My holes are all yours son, fuck your mother anyway you'd like."

    "You're not really mom and son, are you?" the small-dicked guy asked.

    "He came out of my cunt eighteen years ago and now he likes going back in there every chance he gets," I answered bluntly, "he'd live in there full-time if life didn't get in the way," as Cory's cock filled my fevered pussy.

    "Fuck is that hot," the guy groaned, as I took his cock back in my mouth, confident he would shoot his load very soon.

    And soon he did, spewing his cum into my mouth and down my throat. I bobbed until his entire load was deposited in me and then said, "Thanks, son. Such a good boy."

    "Thank you, ma'am," he replied weakly.

    Cory kept fucking me for a bit until he mentioned, "There's a cock in the other hole if you're still hungry."

    "I'm famished for cock," I answered, as I looked behind me to see a massive black cock inhabiting the hole. I added, "And I've never had a chocolate one."

    "I figured you'd like to have your sweet tooth satisfied," he said, as he lifted me upright, his cock somehow staying lodged deep in my pussy as we lock-stepped across the room and arrived next to the long, thick, black cock.

    I took my new acquaintance in my hand and gasped, "It's so big."

    "Suck it, white bitch," the black man's voice ordered abruptly.

    I didn't need to be told twice, as I opened my mouth and obeyed some unknown black stranger with a huge cock.

    "Oh yeah, worship my cock," he groaned, before adding, "all you white bitches love it."

    I moaned on his cock in agreement, wondering what something this long and thick would feel like in my pussy, or even in my ass.

    Cory, unfazed by knowing his was no longer the biggest cock ever inside me, resumed fucking me as he ordered, "Suck that cock, Mom. This guy is two fantasies at once."

    I moaned again as both my glory hole fantasy and my black cock fantasy were being realized. Indeed, I was stoning two birds with one cock.

    I bobbed slowly, focusing on trying to take more of what appeared to be this nine-inch cock in my mouth, not sure I was capable of devouring it all, but definitely willing to try.

    After a couple minutes of sucking and being fucked, the black man asked, as his cock slid out of my mouth and away from the hole, "Do you want all of my cock, slut?"

    "God, yes," I answered in hunger.

    "Then put your mouth around the hole; I'm going to fuck that pretty white mouth of yours," he ordered.

    "Yes, sir," I obeyed.

    "And no fucking gagging," he ordered, as his cock pumped back into me. I wasn't sucking this time, I wasn't pleasuring or licking, I was just there. I was no more than a vessel for his pleasure. I closed my eyes and focused on not gagging as his mammoth snake impersonally fucked my face.

    I felt so slutty, which only added to the euphoria building in me.

    I wasn't surprised when Cory pulled out of my pussy and plunged his cock deep in my ass. It didn't hurt nearly as much this time, and almost immediately the pleasure was growing to replace the small amount of pain. Soon I was being completely filled, joyously, with cocks in both my mouth and ass. The feeling of complete submission, of being no more than a complete whore for two cocks, was exhilarating! I knew that there was no way I could ever go back to the hum-drum existence of my so-called sex life before this road trip.

    The double deep fucking in my mouth and ass lasted for a couple of minutes, my orgasm brimming but not erupting with the switch from cunt to ass, before the anonymous black man spoke up again as he pulled out, "I'm really close, slut. So now you can jerk me off. I want you to take my entire load all over that white face of yours."

    I obeyed without even room in my brain for a 'yes sir' as all my attention was focused on furiously stroking his cock and waiting for his hot load of cum to erupt and coat my face. A facial was almost the ultimate slutty act, following of course i****t and taking it in my shit hole.

    Cory kept reaming my back door as I pumped the black cock, noticing my white hand contrasted so dramatically with with his black cock. I also noted my wedding ring, a symbol that now didn't mean so much.

    For a brief moment guilt washed over me. That guilt was quickly erased however as the guy grunted, "Here it comes, slut."

    Instantly his cum shot out of his dark cannon and splattered all over my face. I closed my mouth on this occasion, wanting to get a complete facial to show to my Master. The virile guy shot rope after rope after rope of cum and I felt it coating my hair, forehead, nose, eyes, cheeks, lips and chin.

    "Oh, yeah, take it all," he groaned as if I had a choice.

    Once I felt no more cum hitting me, I opened my mouth and took his cock back in my mouth, wanting to retrieve every drop of his cum.

    He groaned again. "Shit, are you one insatiable white cum slut!"

    I moaned on his cock as I lavishly sucked all I could out of it, even as my son continued pounding my asshole.

    When the black man pulled out, he ordered, "I'd better see you in here again, bitch."

    I lied, "You can count on it, you big black stud, you."

    I next looked rather urgently behind me to my son and said, "Can I come now, Master?"

    "Right now, Mom," he groaned; it was obvious he was close too.

    I moved a couple fingers into my pussy and rubbed myself frantically while I used the other for balance.

    In seconds my orgasm rose like a tidal wave and I screamed, "Yes, baby, Mommy's coming!" A couple of deep ass pumps later, and as my own cum flooded out of me and down my leg, Cory's cum filled my ass.

    A few seconds later he pulled out of my ass and I weakly dropped to my hands and knees, not worried about how disgusting this floor was.

    Cory said, "We should probably get going."

    "What about me?" a new voice said.

    I looked back to the first hole and saw a decent-sized hard cock pointing at me, as if calling my name.

    "One for the road?" I asked.

    The end.
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    SupermanTX100 2 months ago
    So much greatness 
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    tonybigs46 4 months ago
    Great story
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    AngelababysDaddy
    AngelababysDaddy 9 months ago
    So good, I need to continue this tomorrow
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    Lucretius007 1 year ago
    Classic
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    Roadnok3 1 year ago
    Awesome!
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    rick9707 2 years ago
    wow!!!!! hottest story i ever read!!!!!!! awesome!!!
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    foxy11111 2 years ago
    love this first read it on literotica always gets me hard
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    killeenbig 2 years ago
    LOVED it!!!
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    RetroRide1266 2 years ago
    AWESOME story !  Really makes you wonder how many mommies would do this if they had the chance ? 
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