Vacation with Mommy – A long car ride ( six chapte

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Vacation with Mommy – A long car ride ( six chapteYou don’t really know how much stuff you have collected in your life until you move.With our last son going to college, we did two moves in one. We were moving to a condo only a few miles away, while we were driving Cory sixteen hours to college. Because we had to put all our items in storage, we didn’t get title for three more weeks, we were going to do a two week road trip after we dropped Cory off.As we packed the car with both Cory’s stuff and our suitcases for the almost three week round trip, we realized we had a major predicament. By the time the car was loaded, there was only room for two people. A driver and someone sitting in the back seat behind the driver.My husband tried to reshuffle the luggage, but there was simply too much stuff.I finally suggested, “Cory and I could squeeze back there together.””For sixteen hours?” My husband, Alex, asked.”Well, we will likely have to take more rest stops,” I shrugged.”Based on your small bladder, that will be the situation regardless,” Alex quipped, always annoyed by how often I made him stop. He was a put the pedal to the metal kind of guy, while my bladder was a stop and smell the roses type of bladder.I turned to Cory, who was slim like me, “Can you handle sixteen hours cramped beside your old mother?””Oh, if I have to,” my son, always sarcastic, responded.”Be careful with that attitude,” I shot back playfully. “You’re stuck with me for sixteen hours.”I should note it was a very hot August day and I was wearing a sundress for the drive to stay as comfortable as possible.We all did one more pee check, which I, of course, did, and Cory and I squeezed into the spot made for one.Alex asked, using sarcasm too, “Comfy?”Cory’s elbow poking my breast, I quipped, “Like a cow on a train.””Moo,” Cory added, shifting more which led to even more pressure on my left breast.We were just out of the city, half an hour later, when I said, “This isn’t working.””You don’t like being a sardine?” Cory asked, as he stopped reading on his IPad, like I too was trying to do, the kindle app the only app really worth owning.”Not particularly,” I nodded, as I moved and suggested, “Maybe I can just sit on your lap for a while.””Okay,” my son nodded.I moved onto his lap and sighed, “Now that is much better.””Agreed,” Cory said.”I’m not too heavy on you, am I?” I asked. At forty-six I was still in great shape. I was slim with big breasts, a firm ass and legs. Selling real estate I knew that my looks played a key role in my sales. Sex sells, always has, always will. So I dressed in professional, but sexy business suits or dresses with nylons and four inch heels. My 38d natural breasts always were showcased as I’m pretty sure they helped me close more deals then the actual real estate I was selling.”No,” he answered, shifting slightly.As we drove, after a few minutes I noticed two things:1. Wearing a dress was a bad idea as I was now sitting on my son’s lap, my thin thong the only thing stopping my vagina from being directly on my son.2. My son’s cock was hard and placed directly under my vagina.My son, who was rather nerdy in high school, like his father, winning a full ride scholarship to over a dozen colleges, had really blossomed physically by working 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 on a bumpy section of road that was under construction, I realized my boy had indeed turned into a man as I could feel his definitely erect cock directly under me.With each bump his hardness rubbed my pussy which, even though I tried to control myself, got me wet. I considered moving, but was worried I would embarrass him if I acted like I could feel his erection. So, instead I tried to control the bouncing by putting my hands on the top of the seat in front of me.Yet for about ten minutes, which felt like an eternity, my son’s hard-on, thankfully trapped in his shorts, rubbed against my very wet pussy.Finally, the road smoothed and now his hard cock just rested directly underneath my pussy. I knew I should move, yet I still seemed frozen in place. Partly, because I was worried I would embarrass him if I moved and partly, undeniably, it felt good in the position I was in.For twenty minutes my pussy rested on his cock, which never shrunk, while talking to my husband as much as I could to distract me from the awkward situation I was in.Finally, I saw an upcoming rest stop and suggested we stop.Just as Alex slowed down, I felt the firm flinching of his penis. It flinched three times, each time lifting up ever so slightly into my pussy lips.I accidentally moaned.Alex asked, “You okay?””I just need to stretch,” I answered, my face burning red at the reality that I was getting horny from sitting on my son.”I could grab a drink,” my husband nodded, as he pulled into the car stop.”Me too,” I agreed, suddenly feeling a bit dehydrated.Once he rolled to a stop, I joked to Cory, “I imagine you are dying for a break, too.””No, I was enjoying the ride,” my son answered, yet his tone didn’t imply any sort of sexual innuendo that could have accompanied those words.My already flushed face went a shade redder as I opened the door and got out. I’m not sure if my face could go redder, but as my son got out and stood up two things were apparent:1. His erection poking out if his Adidas shorts.2. A wet spot that was undoubtedly from me.I turned away and headed to the washroom mortified that my pussy juice was on my son’s shorts. Once inside, I pulled my panties down and couldn’t believe how wet they actually were.Now I should note I got wet easily and was quite a flooder when I got off. I also had a ferocious sexual appetite that my husband could seldom feed completely… thus I had a variety of sex toys to finish the job he often couldn’t complete. I had a we-vibe, a couple vibrators, anal beads, a butterfly toy that I could wear while out, which was in my purse, and my newest purchase acquisition, a massage vibe… which was literally orgasmic.Deciding I needed to quell my burning cunt, I leaned against the wall in a stall and began pleasuring myself. Not surprisingly, the half hour plus of accidental teasing had me already revved up and I came in no time at all. My pussy juice leaked down my leg and I awkwardly cleaned myself up with toilet paper.Once recovered, I also wiped my panties as I tried to make them less damp but after putting them on all I could still feel was my humiliating wetness. Usually, I loved sex. I loved coming, but the constant reminder by my wet panties that my son’s cock had got me horny was too much and I took them back off.Instead, I put 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 were there and all I could do was wash my hands thoroughly 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, instead, deciding we would have to persevere squished side by side. I purchased a coke and a bag of chips and headed back outside.’Fuck’, I sighed as the summer heat pounded on us. It was a fucking sauna out there. I planned to try and get more panties from the suitcase, but decided not to, how was I going to explain that?My husband and son were leaning on the car chatting when I walked over.”So, under f******n hours left,” Alex quipped, with a playful smile.Cory added, “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 I said it that it only added to the innuendo if he was implying any, “Yes, it is some quality mom and son bonding.””Well, it’s you two back there the whole drive,” my husband added. “No way can I fit back there with anybody.”That was true. My husband was a bigger man and there was no way my son or I would fit side by side or on his lap.Nope, I still had just under f******n hours with my son in the backseat. The next few without any underwear.Fuck.My son got back in the car first and patted his lap.I was supposed to go in first and suggested, “Shouldn’t we try to be side by side?””It’s okay, Mom,” he said, patting his lap again.”You sure?” I asked, knowing I wasn’t wearing any panties and my pussy was still slightly damp… the aftermath dribble of a good orgasm.”Side by side is too tight,” he replied.”But I’ll crush your legs,” I pointed out, desperate to avoid sitting on his cock again… having apparently enjoyed it too much the first time.He shrugged, “Oh Mom, you’re light.””You sure?” I asked again, still tentative, as I looked down and could still see the remnants of a 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, his word choice odd.Naughty me also wanted to respond, ‘but it likely will be’, 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 on his lap, his words again dripping with possible innuendo, this time moving more onto his leg and avoiding his crotch.For half an hour, I sat in that spot as we continued driving. Then suddenly I felt his hands on my hips as he stated, while lifting me up slightly, “We need to change positions.”When he lowered me back down, my pussy was again directly on his indeed again stiff cock. I couldn’t help but let out a slight moan as my naked pussy felt the pressure against it.For the next half hour, even though the road was smooth, I kept feeling his cock seem to flinch, which made my pussy tremble and get excessively wet.Alex asked, “Comfortable back there?”My son said, “It’s tight, but good.”I gasped as, while he said this, I felt three clear movements of his cock.”You okay, Sarah?” Alex asked, as I felt my wetness leak out of me slightly.”I’m good,” I responded. I wanted to move, but knew without that a doubt I had created more wetness on my son’s crotch and if I moved it would be clearly noticeable… being able to have multiple orgasms had always been a great benefit to me, but at the moment it was my kryptonite.”Next stop is almost an hour away,” Alex said.”No worries,” I said, trying to be causal.Cory added, “Yeah, although it’s getting hot back here.””The air is on full,” Alex said, and I indeed wasn’t overly hot, except down below. This time his words were definitely implied innuendo. My son was flirting with me.”I think it’s Mom’s body on mine,” Cory said, as he again flicked his cock directly against my pussy… the intent now definitely clear. His words also had two very different meanings.After another minute, Cory asked, “Can you turn the radio up?””If I do, I won’t be able to talk with you, I barely can hear you now,” Alex responded.”That’s okay,” Cory said, “we’ll let you drive and rock out to your eighties tunes.””It’s the eye of the tiger,” my husband sang, as he turned up the radio to the Survivor tune.Cory was on his phone. Suddenly my phone vibrated.It was in my purse, so I reached down and in doing so I ground my pussy on my son’s very hard cock. I couldn’t deny it… I was incredibly aroused.I grabbed my phone and moved back again, unable to not grind my very wet pussy on him again and saw the text was 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 it.I didn’t know what to say.A second message followed.Why are you so wet?I still didn’t know what to say.I was paralyzed with indecision. Obviously, I should stop this inappropriate talk in its tracks. Yet, I was incredibly horny and was not thinking like a mother or a wife but as a wanton woman.As I stared at my phone, shocked by my son’s brazen words, and yet equally turned on, I was startled as I felt Cory’s hands on my hips as he lifted me up.I leaned up slightly on the driver’s seat, bumping my husband’s chair.Alex looked back and I said, trying to act casual even as my mind was mush, “Sorry, just changing positions.””Sorry about this,” he apologized.”It is what it is,” I replied, as I felt my son’s hands on my hips as he lowered me back down on his lap and…onto his cock!I yelped in surprise and Alex asked, as he turned down the radio, “You okay?””Yes, I just got poked,” I weakly responded, unable to not say something naughty, an amazing pleasure coursing through me as my son’s, cock, which felt bigger than my husband’s, was buried in 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 in me.I just sat there; the urge to ride my son’s cock growing with every second it was inside me.I just sat there; wondering what my son was going to do next.I just sat there; secretly wishing my son would take more control.I just sat there; worried that if my son did take control I would be unable to hide the obvious reality that we were committing i****t just inches away from my husband.I just sat there and enjoyed the ride, every bump in the road creating a new pleasure as Cory’s cock would rise up inside me. I had to use all my will power to not moan, to not alert my husband to the i****tuous adultery I was willingly committing.Yet, I was frustrated that my son who had been so brazen to slide his cock in me, was now just sitting there reading his kindle as if his cock wasn’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 to not just give in the insatiable hunger to ride my son’s cock.I had to use all my willpower to not moan on every bump on the highway, especially when Alex occasionally hit the warning bumps making my body tremble and my pussy quake.I had to use all my willpower to not grind on his cock to get myself off, the teasing of a cock in me and not doing anything driving me nuts.Alex startled me, my head clouded, when he announced, “Twelve miles to the next stop.”This seemed to make my son finally take control. He began to slowly lift me up and down on his cock.I clenched my teeth to make sure I didn’t moan as a mixture of emotions went through me.Excitement at my son finally taking control.Humiliation at the fact I was excited he was taking control.Pleasure as the slow fucking coursed through every pore of my being.Frustration that he wasn’t fucking me hard like I liked it, yet knowing there was no way that was a good idea.Guilt as I was allowing my son to fuck me. Theoretically, when his cock was lodged in me I hadn’t let him fuck me. I had only allowed him to penetrate me. I know it was a technicality, but it was all I had left to grasp to… And now that was gone.My son let go of my hips, giving the decision to me.This was my chance to stop this. To lift my body up and allow his cock to slip out of my very wet pussy. To take control of this bizarre situation.And I did take control. Although not as a mother, but as a horny slut.I continued the slow motion riding that my son had been controlling.Suddenly, it wasn’t my son forcing me to ride him, it was me willingly riding him… although slowly, which only compounded my frustration as I knew I would never get off like this.I needed to bounce on his cock hard.I needed to ride it fast.I needed it slamming into me. I didn’t make love, I fucked.Yet, I couldn’t do any of those without giving away completely the shocking truth of what we were doing.Suddenly my phone, which I had 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 term for being a mother… and I was a mess.I couldn’t deny that I felt something so powerful as his cock slowly filled me, as I stared at those words.I loved him too.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… every Mommy.I struggled to text him too.I love you too, son.Another text.I’m going to come in you Mommy.Another text:Just ride me a bit faster, Mommy.Another text:Please, Mommy! I wanted to make him happy.I wanted to get him off.I wanted to feel his cum shoot inside my pussy.So….I began riding him faster, grabbing the back of my husband’s seat slyly for support.I didn’t bounce on his cock like I desperately wanted to do, but I did move faster and did my expert move that always got my husband off, as I tightened my cunt muscles around his stiff dick.And as it worked for my husband, it worked for my son… like father, like son, as I felt his cum suddenly fill my cunt.I let out an uncontrollable moan, made worse by the fact that my head was leaning on the side of the chair just inches from my husband.”You okay?” Alex asked again.”Just really need to pee,” I replied, as my son continued spewing inside me and I milked him for all I could.”A couple of minutes,” he promised.”Okay,” I replied, leaning up, before 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, fucking me now, making me tremble and gasp, “Oh, God.””The car stop is in two miles,” Alex said, pointing to a sign.”So close,” I replied, again a double meaning to my words, as I desperately tried to come without screaming and before we reached the car stop.Cory kept pumping his cock, not super-fast, or enough to make slapping sounds, but enough to have my orgasm building.I could feel the rush rising in me, knowing the inevitable eruption was close, when I saw the one mile sign.Urgency overwhelming me, I had to have an orgasm, I moved away from my husband, leaned back and began riding my son’s cock, while moving my hand to my clit.I was thankful the music was too loud for my husband to hear the sounds of sex behind him as I bounced on Cory’s cock, desperate to orgasm.I could see the car stop in the distance, closed my eyes and rode and rubbed… and erupted.”God,” I moaned loudly, holding onto the word long enough that I assumed my husband would know I was coming right behind him as I was unable to not open my mouth as my orgasm hit me like a thunderstorm, my cum gushing out of me and onto my son’s cock and lap as I again grabbed the driver’s seat and pulled up, my son’s cock finally exiting my overheated pussy.Chapter 2I woke up the next morning washed full of guilt.I had willingly fucked my son in the backseat of the car while my husband drove.I had snuck out of our hotel room while my husband slept and went into my son’s room to fuck him again.With guilt controlling me, and a tingle in my pussy at reminiscing about yesterday and last night, I climbed under the sheets and took Alex’s cock in my mouth. I had only woken him up like this once before, the day after our wedding, and he had joked for years since (decades actually) that I wake him up properly.Feeling his completely flaccid cock slowly grow in my mouth was always a turn-on… I loved the power of making a cock get hard with my mouth.I heard soft whimpers and wondered if 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?”The true answer was ‘Your son’s big dick’, but that didn’t seem like the right answer to give, so I purred, “Just hungry for a morning snack.””I’m not complaining,” he groaned, as I slowly bobbed up and down as 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 smile on his face.He returned the favour in the shower, using the removable shower head.We met Cory downstairs for breakfast and the moment I saw him I already knew I was going to fuck him again. I couldn’t explain it other than undeniable lust. The sex yesterday had been exhilarating whether in the backseat with the potential of getting caught or in the hotel with the intense sex of having my son take control of me.I had no idea what he had in mind for me today… but my pussy was already wet with anticipation, the thong I was wearing, likely temporarily, was already damp.Alex asked, as we ate, “You sure you guys can do another day squeezed back there together?”I responded, “It is a little tight,” which could be taken as I meant it, just a true statement, or as sexual innuendo as Cory took it.”True, but the longer we go the looser it gets,” he quipped, making me instantly blush.”That is true,” I laughed, trying to hide the blush.”Well, we are over one-third there,” Alex said, excited to end the trip and spend some quality one-on-one time with his suddenly amorous wife.We were on the road in ten minutes, me again 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 sooner.I felt like a high schooler again… waiting for my boyfriend to make the inevitable move.A chill went up my spine as I felt his hands on my hips.A chill went up my spine when he lifted me up.I glanced at my husband, who was focused on the road and the down pouring of rain.I felt him pull my thong aside and slowly lower me on his fully erect cock.He texted me, once I was sitting entirely on his dick:C: Let’s just sit like this for a while.I nodded.And for the next hour I sat on my son’s cock. I wanted to ride on it, or grind on it, yet I just sat on it. I tried to read a book, but that was useless. Instead, I just let the longest tease of my life drive me wild.When the rain finally stopped, Alex said, “How you guys doing back there?””Just making the most out of a tight spot,” my son quipped.”Yes, it seems even a bit tighter back here than it was yesterday,” I said back.”Should we stop?” Alex asked. “There is a truck stop in about fifteen minutes.””No, we should try to make it until at least lunch,” I said, hoping to have an orgasm or two before then.”Yes, I can last as long as necessary, Dad,” Cory added.I was worried that meant he wasn’t planning to fuck me during this long, dreary drive. I added, really talking only to my son, referring to blue balls, “Don’t last too long. You’ll go all numb.””Oh, I have incredible stamina,” Cory responded back.”Okay, well, let me know if you need a break,” Alex said, just as it started to downpour again.”Sounds good, honey,” I agreed, before adding, being the nagging driver wife, I usually was when I was in the front seat, “Focus on the road.””Nothing else to do,” he said.I began slowly grinding on my son’s cock.I was surprised when he grabbed my hips and held me in place.I grabbed my phone and texted him:M: Why? Mommy needs it now!!!He moved one hand away and then showed me his phone:C: All good things CUM to those who wait… and obey!I sighed. I was horny as hell and wanted it now!Yet, instead, I again just sat there like a firefighter with a hose but no water.Another half hour passed, although it seemed like three, before Cory put his hands back on my hips.I thought to myself ‘About time’.I prepared myself for him to start slowly fucking me, but was surprised again as I felt his finger 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 actually rejecting me 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 home alone… my favourite way to get off being to double penetrate myself… usually fantasizing about being dp’d in real life… a fantasy that I had never fulfilled.I tried to relax and allow his finger in, having had my much bigger vibrating butt plug in there just last week. Yet, without lube and at this angle it was not going to be as pleasant.His finger teased for a couple of minutes, but didn’t enter, before he lowered me back on his throbbing cock.He then texted me, as my pussy was again full:C: Put your phone on mute.I did.He texted again and we started a lengthy texting conversation:C: Have you ever been fucked in the ass?I pondered whether I should tell the truth. I figured no reason to be prudish or conservative now.I responded:M: Not since college.M: With a real cock anyway!C: Dad doesn’t fuck your sweet ass?M: Your father thinks it’s disgusting.C: I don’t know how we have the same DNA!M: I’m beginning to wonder if you were not 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: Is that supposed to be a threat.Alex didn’t spank me either, another thing I really liked back in college. What I really loved was slaps on my clit when I was close, another thing I did to myself when home alone and using my toys on my two holes.C: Oh, Mom, to have only known this earlier.Wanting to text nasty… to keep him hard and hopefully get him wanting me to ride him, I asked blunt naughty questions.M: Why, would you bend me over the kitchen table and slam that sausage in my asshole?M: Or put me over your knee and spank my bare bottom for being such a bad Mommy-slut and not offering my cock sucking mouth, burning hot cunt and tight asshole for my son to deposit his sweet cum inside?C: Holy shit, Mom. I would love to hear those words actually coming out of your mouth.M: And I’d love that cock of yours slamming in my shit hole as you fucked me so hard I declared to the entire world my son was a dirty Mother-fucker.C: Ride me, slut, but keep texting me.The words I had been dying to hear… or read. I quickly obeyed, moving my one hand on the top of my husband’s seat, while keeping my phone in the other. I slowly began moving up and down, glancing up to see the rain was coming down even harder now. There was no way Alex would be paying 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!C: You’re such a slut, Mom.M: Your slut, baby.C: Forever!!!Reading that word.One simple word.I realized that this could be more than a 3 day backseat stand… it could be so much more.M: You want to fuck Mommy for more than ordu escort just during this road trip?C: Mom, I own you now. I plan to have you come visit often and shoot so many loads of cum in you that you will be cum-bloated.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.C: So what is your fantasy?I pondered this. I could probably list a dozen. I want to be with a woman. I want to be double penetrated by two cocks. I would like 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… that is the best of both worlds.C: LOL.My pussy was on fire as I listed my many 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, so hot.He grabbed my hips and began pumping furiously into my wanton cunt. Knowing he was close to coming, I decided to keep 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 my asshole with your full load of cum.I felt his cum erupt inside me as my own orgasm built.He pulled me back onto his cock and held me there, preventing my orgasm from erupting.C: No coming for you yet, Mommy.I was completely frustrated. I was so close and 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 immediately popped into my head. Somehow years of fantasies, of reading online literotica and watching porn wasn’t enough. I wanted to live out my many slutty fantasies… I wanted to be the star of my own porno.M: YES, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!C: What about coming to my frat house, if I join one, and being a cum bucket for the entire fraternity?M: OH MY GOD!!! 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 and gratifying as well.So desperate to come… so desperate to impress him… so in love with him as both a son and a lover… I used a word that would forever change 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? Would you scream ‘Your son is reaming my asshole?’Aye! The rub. I was so overwhelmed with lust that I briefly forgot I was not only married, but my loving husband was inches away. Guilt immediately came back, which was ironic considering all I had already done.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 hard.As I pondered this reality, Alex spoke for the first time in a long time, “Pulling over in three miles. I need to pee, we need gas and we should likely have lunch.”With my orgasm suppressed by a sudden guilt, I agreed, “I could pee and eat too.”Cory added, “Me three.”I remained on his cock until Alex was pulling off the highway. I slowly got off his cock and felt his cum and my wetness leak out of me and down my leg.As I smelled my sex, strong and undeniable, I was thankful for my husband’s anosmia… his inability to perceive odor (which was caused by chronic meningitis as a teenager).I moved my thong back over my leaking pussy and moved to 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 and his dad.I love Alex. He is a good man. A caring husband and a great provider.Yet, he had never really been able to understand my sexual desires or even attempt to fulfill them. For years I had just accepted that this was the way it was. Yet, yesterday’s raw carnal sex had awakened the sleeping slut in me, and I had no intention of putting it back to slumber.I decided to text back, willing to risk everything for more of that sexual intensity, my cunt and ass overruling my moral code… or what was left of it.M: You better. My asshole is tingling with anticipation for that big thick cock of yours.C: You better find some lube. I’m reaming that asshole first chance I get.As the car pulled into a rather large parking lot with a few restaurants, gas stations and more, I pondered if we could somehow slip away to a bathroom that was inconspicuous.And 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, not 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.””Well, let’s go to the washroom first,” I countered.”Okay,” he nodded. “Then let’s meet at the family restaurant. I need to have some real food.””Sounds good,” I nodded.I headed to the bathroom. 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 was slightly easier to find, but not a lot. I quipped back:M: Shoot, I just used the last of it this morning.C: I’m going on the prowl for coconut oil or lube.M: Happy hunting!M: Master!I finished peeing and went to meet my husband.He asked, “Where is Cory?””I thought he was with you,” I lied.”I should text him,” he said.”Oh, let him be. He is capable of fending for himself,” I said.”True enough,” he nodded. “Plus, that will give us some alone time.””I’m not sucking you off in the restaurant,” I quipped, before adding, “although if you can find a discreet location I wouldn’t mind a quickie.””You are suddenly insatiable,” he said, shaking his head.”That sounds like a great name for a porn movie,” I joked, as he found an open table.We had lunch and chatted about our brief road trip while we waited for our condo to be ready.We were just finishing up, when Cory texted:C: Circle C family bathroom now!”Is it Cory?” Alex asked.”Yes,” I nodded. “He needs some money. Apparently where he is eating doesn’t take credit cards.””Oh, I can go and help him,” Alex said.”No, no,” I said, trying not to look too eager. “You pay the bill here, get some snacks for the drive… I want some licorice, and fuel up the vehicle.””Yes, drill sergeant,” he joked, always teasing me about my planned itinerary.”You better be ready to be a 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 my own as I saw 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, LOLC: Now hurry up!!!I walked double fast, almost running… knowing time was of the essence.Reaching the bathroom, it was locked. I knocked.The door opened and I quickly went inside before it closed again.”Bend over the sink,” Cory ordered, taking control quickly.”Yes, Master,” I purred, turned on by both his strong persona and what we were apparently about to do.Once I was bent over, I saw lube in his hand. I asked, “You found lube?””Believe it or not, yes,” he nodded, as he tugged my thong down, and poured some on his cock and then down my ass cheeks.A chill of adrenaline coursed through me at the reality I was about to be ass fucked. I had fantasized about it for years, tried to replicate it for years, yet nothing beats the real thing.I felt his cock rub up and down my ass cheeks and then felt his cock teasing my asshole.I moaned, “Just slide it in, baby. My ass was made for your cock.”He laughed, “Who would have thought I would ever hear those words from you two days ago?””Yesterday morning evennnnnn,” I pointed out, as his cock broke the invisible barrier that prevented such outside violations.”So tight,” he groaned, as his cock moved inside me, slow like a turtle…Chapter 3..If Cory is texting it will have a C: and be underlined. If it is from the mom it will have an M: and be in bold and centered. 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. This is a one night only offer. The bigger you are the more likely we will respond. Please be serious as this cum slut wants to make a decades long fantasy a reality… TONIGHT!! This will take place at a hotel and not until after 11 o’clock. I 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 getting double penetrated and just used like a cheap slut. As I finally stood up, unsure how to deal with this new situation, I got 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!! I could complete two fantasies at once. I had always wanted to fuck a black man. I often read race play stories online and my favourite porn to watch was interracial. C: Here is his picture!! I clicked on it and my mouth instantly watered. Fuck! Somehow fucking my son seemed less like cheating… I know, it’s absurd, but true. This would definitely be cheating. As I contemplated the big black cock, I went and washed up and looked at 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!! … … … NOW… BACKSEAT MOMMY: As soon as I sent the text, I regretted it. As a wife I knew this was so wrong. And I loved my husband. Yet, he didn’t understand my sexual needs and I had spent decades not being my true sexual self, never being truly satisfied. I began to wonder if love was enough. Was I really going to spend the rest of my life faking orgasms, and being completely unsatisfied with my sex life? Cory had awakened a sleeping giant and there was no way it was going back to slumber. These thoughts, as my body calmed from the sex, had me really reflecting on the rest of my life. A life that was already planned and laid out in front of me… one that before a couple of days ago I was completely content with… excited even. But now… now it wasn’t good enough. It really was that black and white. I knew this passionate, raw sex was not only what I wanted, but what I needed. I needed to fulfill the many fantasies I had. Yet, I needed to be honest with my husband… as he deserved better than having his wife sneak out and become a cheap slut for strangers… of course, he also deserved better than a wife that was committing i****t right behind him. Yet, you only live once… and apparently I was packing all my sexual living into a three day road trip and thus the conversation with my husband would have to wait until we were alone. I would have years to regret what I did. Or years to regret what I didn’t do. Yet, I knew it was the regrets you didn’t do that always haunted you… like in The Notebook. So, even though I knew it was wrong, knew it could even end my marriage, I didn’t rescind my decision and text my son back, no, I decided to ponder it a bit longer. Would I go through with an orgy? I didn’t know. The orgasm done, suddenly I wasn’t so excited about it. Yet, I also wasn’t appalled by it. Mentally I was as big a mess as my body. Confused and indecisive, I went and grabbed a nice cold coke, suddenly realizing how parched I was. I expectantly felt arms wrap around me and whispered all flirtatiously, assuming it was Cory, “You just can’t get enough, can you?” Thankfully, I didn’t say Cory or anything else that would give me away as my husband replied, “No, I never can.” “Such a horny man,” I purred, turning around and wishing he showed this much interest in the past. “It’s your radiant beauty that does it,” he answered, sweet as always. He was a romantic man, a thoughtful man… he just wasn’t a fuck me like a complete slut type of man. It made me feel bad again, yet not enough to stop doing what I was doing. Deciding to test him, give him an opportunity I hadn’t in years, I asked, “Enough to take me in the bathroom here, bend me over the sink and fuck me?” His face went red as he stammered, “Um, I, well…” I interrupted as I added, “In the ass?” “Sarah!” he gasped. “With Cory gone now, I’m expecting you to fulfill some of your manly duties that you haven’t been fulfilling,” I continued, figuring maybe this taboo sex with my son could maybe 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 couldn’t hear. “Not enough of your cock,” I smiled back, squeezing his cock firmly. It was hard. “Especially in my tight, neglected butt.” Before he could respond, clearly flustered, I left him and went to pay for my pop and a bag of chips. I turned around and saw that Alex was still looking at me with shock. I purchased my items and asked, “Are we going?” He nodded, still regaining his composure, “Yeah, yeah, I guess we’d better.” Back in the car, we drove the next couple of hours without any sex. We both fell asleep, exhausted from the marathon sex. When I woke up, I noticed Cory on his phone and instantly wondered if there had been more responses since I hadn’t told him it was a bad idea. I texted: 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. What did I really want? I definitely wanted to be double penetrated. I also was curious what air tight meant. I would have to ask him. I also was intrigued by the black cock picture he sent me. Yet, a gangbang was an entirely different thing… or was it? Funny, how I’d had a little time to recover and I was again thinking of getting dp’d or more by strangers. I really was becoming a slut. Oddly, I was revelling in it. Years of domesticated housewifery had mellowed me and now I was trying to rediscover my true sexuality. M: I probably wouldn’t refuse such a thing. C: It’s your night, Mom. 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. I somehow wanted someone who put a little more thought into their responses. I clicked on a few that were generic ‘What’s Up?’ or ‘Found anyone yet?’ or ‘Here’s my dick’. I wanted to be impressed and oddly wooed by my Craigslist potentials. I know, ironic considering I was contemplating getting double penetrated or more. I then quickly typed on his notepad, recalling an early term I didn’t know: M: What is airtight? I showed it to him and he grabbed his 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! I nodded. That made complete sense and, as usual of late, turned me on completely. Eventually, I handed Cory his phone back with one final text, deciding fuck it I was going all in: M: Get a few big cocks for me, baby. 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. I was willingly agreeing to now cheat on my husband… with strangers… in a hotel room. I sighed. The longer I thought about it, the more I began to question my decision. Not so much fucking Cory; no, I wouldn’t take that back and would do it again the moment he was ready. I was definitely a slut for my son now and forever. But, fucking strangers? Alex asked, “You guys want to go for a nice supper when we stop?” “Sure,” I agreed, needing time with my husband, needing to maintain the appearance of a good wife. “Yeah, I could use a nice meal,” Cory added, as he moved his hands around my waist and to my pussy. “You’re always hungry,” I joked, the message having two very separate meanings. “I’m a growing young man,” he said, as his cock flinched under my ass, his response having two very separate meanings too. Alex agreed, “Yeah, our grocery bill will be a lot cheaper with you out of the house.” Cory agreed, his finger slowly tracing my pussy lips, “Yeah, I will definitely miss the home cooking.” I almost erupted with laughter at his nasty innuendo. “Well, there will always be home cooking when you come home to visit,” Alex said. I bit my lip to avoid laughing at what Alex was offering his son unknowingly. “Yeah, I plan to eat a lot of home cooking when I come to visit,” Cory said. I added, “Well, I will have to come and visit you on occasion to bring you some fresh meals.” “I would love that,” Cory said, his finger now parting my again wet pussy lips. Alex said, “I imagine cafeteria food won’t be as good.” “Nothing tastes like Mom’s,” Cory responded, my face burning red because of his finger and the surreal conversation that was occurring. An 80’s song came on that I didn’t recognize, but Alex did as he started singing and the conversation ended. Cory used the song distraction to lift my ass up and slowly lower my pussy 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 proper attention they deserve.” I laughed, “That is very thoughtful of you.” 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 having him in me. “Half an hour,” Alex announced. “Good, because I’m famished,” I said, my stomach telling me I needed more than just cum to keep it satisfied. “Me too,” Cory added, “all this sitting back here is burning a lot of calories.” Alex laughed, “Yeah, you’re not used to just sitting there are you?” Cory concurred, “No, I’m missing my workouts.” “Well, maybe back at the hotel you can go for one,” Alex suggested. “I definitely should,” Cory agreed, as he tapped my clit. I took that as meaning to start riding him. Instead of riding though, I began to grind my pussy on his cock, moving my hips back and forth… wanting to slowly milk his cock. “I could use a work out too,” I added. “Sitting here these past two days has made me kind of stiff.” I smirked at the accidental usage of the word stiff. “I’m stiff right now,” Cory bantered. “Maybe a nice soaking in a hot tub would do us all good,” Alex suggested. “For sure,” I agreed, adding, “it would definitely loosen me up a bit.” “I imagine you’re pretty tight being stuck back here,” Alex added. I could barely not roar with laughter, as I continued grinding on his cock, slowly creating pleasure inside me. Cory began rubbing my clit, shifting my body to focusing on pleasure and not idle chit chat. I began grinding faster and yet another orgasm was quickly on the rise. Suddenly, as my orgasm grew, Cory stopped rubbing my clit and held my hips in place. He whispered, “To be continued.” I looked back at him and mouthed, “Are you serious?” He shrugged, and went onto his phone. I began riding him, wanting to get off, but he just grabbed my hips and put me back on 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 said. “My ass is killing me.” “I bet it is,” Alex agreed, sounding sympathetic… more oblivious responses to my true meaning. Keeping him in the dark was a major turn-on, but a small part of me did feel really bad. Yet, that part was overruled by the dominance of my son. I slyly got off his cock, and out of the car, as soon as Alex pulled into a parking spot. Alex laughed, “You must really need to stretch.” I agreed, even as wetness leaked down my leg, “I can’t handle sitting in the same position for too long.” Cory walked by and whispered, “Good to know.” As Alex checked us in, we learned that there was only one room left, apparently a rodeo was in town. We took it and I wondered how I was going to get Cory in me again or how the gangbang was even going to work. I then shook my head at the thought. What was becoming of me? We got into our hotel and then headed straight for dinner, all of us famished. At dinner, we talked mostly about Cory’s new life at college and the new adventures it would bring. The entire time I was sad. I would have been sad regardless of the past two days… but the sadness of empty nest syndrome was replaced by the sadness of empty ass and cunt syndrome. Absurd, but true. As dinner ended, Cory said, “Dad, can I take the car to go shopping?” “Sure,” Alex nodded. “Your mother and I will go use the hot tub.” “TMI!” Cory joked. I added, “Yes, honey, Mommy and Daddy are going to have sex in the hot tub while you’re gone.” “Sarah!” Alex gasped, not used to the more frank and sexual me. Cory laughed, “It’s okay Dad, I know you two have sex.” Alex shook his head, handing Cory the keys and said, “Please get the car filled too.” “Sure, Dad,” Cory nodded, taking the keys. Once he was gone, I said, putting my hand on my husband’s crotch, trying to use my son’s reawakening of my sexuality to improve, maybe save, my marriage, “So about the hot tub?” Alex said, “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 the 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 for a few seconds, before standing up and smiling, “We are.” “I’m not complaining,” he said, as he got undressed, “but I have to ask, what’s with the sudden, um…” “Backseat claustrophobia seems to really get me horny,” I answered the question not asked. He laughed. “Well, I should make you sit back there every day.” “Are you trying to make me a sex maniac?” I joked, knowing I already was. “There are worse things to be,” he shrugged, putting his trunks on. “Touché,” I laughed. We went to the pool and I was disappointed to see lots of people there… way too many to have some hot tub sex. I whispered, “Think we can fuck here?” “Not without having lots of witnesses,” he said. “If it wasn’t for the k**s I would so straddle you in the hot tub,” I said, before walking away and going to 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 inside, I pushed Alex onto the bed and said, “It’s no hot tub, but it’ll do.” “What about Cory?” Alex asked. “I’ll text him and make sure he is still busy,” I said. 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 are back? C: Fifteen minutes. Don’t you dare fuck Dad!! Tonight you’re my slut!! Those strong words turned me on… wishing Alex was that dominant and aggressive. I responded, even though I wasn’t sure how he planned to fuck me with us sharing one room: M: Yes, Master! I sighed, “Sorry, honey, Cory is already on his way back.” “Shit,” he sighed. I shrugged, thinking he didn’t say anything about oral, “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, “I’m going to come.” I kept bobbing, swallowing it all, before I sat up and said, “Yummy.” “For your tummy,” he joked, a saying we used on Cory when he was a c***d. I rubbed my tummy and laughed, “Indeed.” I showered and came out to see Alex and Cory chatting while watching sports highlights. I said, “Your turn, Alex.” “I think I’m going to have a bath,” Alex said. “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,” I said. “You have seemed to enjoy all my surprises so far,” he shrugged, as he walked 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, in nothing but a robe. “Better question is do you want me to fuck you with your husband in the next room?” he questioned, cupping my tits over my robe. “You’re so bad,” I moaned, completely at his whim. I used a wall for balance and bent over. Cory moved behind me and quickly slid his cock in me. He fucked me quickly for maybe fifteen seconds before we heard the sudden opening of the bathroom door. Cory just moved away just in time and turned away to put his cock away as Alex came out and said, oblivious to what he had interrupted, “I forgot my razor and shaving cream.” I said, my heart racing with almost getting caught, “It’s in the suitcase.” He went to grab it while Cory said, “I’m going to go and take Mom for a drive.” “Oh, where?” Alex asked, as he rummaged through the suitcase. I walked over to him and said, as I grabbed the travel bag he couldn’t find, “You really do have man eyes.” ..Chapter 4swallowed one more load at the glory hole, rather quickly. Thankfully most men have quick triggers. Cory and I then headed out of the glory hole and back to the car… my face coated with cum. Not surprisingly, the thought of having cum all over my face only added to the wildness.Cory escort ordu drove to a gas station, realizing he had forgotten to get gas earlier. He had me go and pay with my face coated with the now dried cum. The attendant, a teenage boy, gave me a strange look, but didn’t say anything.Wanting to shock him, I said, “Oh shit, do I still have cum all over my face?”He nodded all polite even as the look of revelation crossed his face, “Yes, ma’am.””Damn gloryholes really don’t have a place to wash up after taking a few loads,” I sighed dramatically. “Where is your bathroom? I can’t have my husband see me looking like a complete cum slut.””O-o-over there, ma’am,” he stammered, clearly stunned by what he was witnessing.”Thanks, sexy,” I winked and headed to the washroom to clean up, feeling so good and nasty.As I looked in the mirror, my face a mess with dried cum, I knew I was going to have to have a frank honest talk with Alex sometime very soon. The reality was I loved him, but I just wasn’t attracted to him the way I used to be, or the way I was to Cory, and it wasn’t fair to be cheating on him… he deserved much better than that … but not until after we were alone and Cory was settled in at the college.I took a selfie of my cum coated face, somehow wanting to immortalize this moment forever, the moment I knew without a doubt my marriage was over, and I was beginning a new chapter of my life.The idea of being alone, being single after all these years of marriage, was scary and yet I knew I had to do it.It wasn’t fair to Alex; it wasn’t fair to me.Without realizing it, we had drifted apart and wanted a different rest of our lives.I washed up, peed and returned to the car.Cory noticed I looked melancholy and asked, “What’s wrong?””It’s over,” I said.”What is?” he asked, looking concerned.”Not you and me,” I laughed, squeezing his knee, somehow feeling better about my decision after seeing his response. “No, your father and I.””Oh,” he said, looking guilty instantly. After all the wild sex, the risk, the lust… life suddenly became real. There had to be consequences to our many acts of sexual misconduct as we couldn’t live in this fairy tale land forever.”It’s not you,” I said. I then reworded it. “No, it definitely is you. Regardless of what happens after we drop you off, I know I am no longer the same. I know what I want and I know your father is not the man that can give me what I need.””I don’t know what to….””Nothing, honey,” I said. “What you did was save me years of living in a life I don’t want. You woke up a part of me that I thought I could never have back. And now that it’s back, I can’t just push it back down to some reclusive part of my body and ignore it. No, you let my true personality out of the cage and it’s not going to be tamed.”So now what?” he asked.”Well, after we drop you off tomorrow, I will have a long talk with your father,” I said.”You’re not going to tell him about us?” he asked, suddenly worried.”No, no,” I shook my head. “But I have to admit, I don’t want us to be over either.””Me either,” he said, before adding, “this has been about more than just sex, Mom.””I hope so,” I smiled.”I’m serious,” he continued. “I want you to be more than just my backseat Mom.””Backseat Mom,” I laughed. I then asked, curious and feeling slightly vulnerable, “What do you want?”He paused as we rolled to a stop, “I want it all.””That’s a pretty vague statement,” I pointed out.”I want you to be my mom, but my lover. I want you to be my mom, but also my Mommy-slut. I want you to be my mom, and yet my three-hole fuck toy cum bucket,” he said, somehow saying it all in a bizarrely sincere way.”I want that too,” I said, yet unsure how to make that happen.Horns honked and he laughed, “Got distracted.”I reached for his cock in his pants, which was hard again, and said, “You get me distracted all the time. Plus, what do you feed this thing? It never sleeps.””It’s always awake for you,” he replied, as we pulled into the hotel parking lot.”Well, Cory,” I said. “I’m not sure what will happen over the next while, but understand that I love you and that you are not to blame for whatever happens with your father and me.””Okay,” he nodded, the mood suddenly depressing, since twenty minutes earlier I had a stranger’s cock in my mouth and his in both my pussy and ass.We got out of the car and went back to our hotel room as I whispered, trying to lighten the mood, “We still have one more day of backseat fucking, baby.”He laughed, and nodded, “Well you are my Backseat Mommy.””I do like that name,” I nodded, before adding, “I also like Mommy-slut, cum bucket, ass whore, slut or whatever else you want to call me.””And I love being a mother fucker,” he said, as we reached the door of our room.”Well, back to faking it,” I joked, as I put the hotel key in the door.To my surprise, Alex was still awake when we returned to the hotel.Alex said, reading a book on the bed, “I was just beginning to worry about you.””Oh, Cory was just showing me a few of the unique sights and flavours of the city,” I answered, still vividly envisioning the black cock I sucked and wondering what it would be like to have it in my pussy.”Great, I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Alex said, as he closed his book.”Oh, it was an eye opening experience,” I replied, seemingly unable not to respond with sexual innuendo of the truth.”Well, a few more hours and you will be at college Cory,” Alex said, getting off the bed.”Yeah, crazy to think this wild trip is almost over,” Cory nodded.A sudden sadness coursed through me again at the reality that this was indeed almost the end of the craziest ride ever… pun intended. As I looked at my oblivious husband, I knew I couldn’t go back to the mundane life I had before my son rekindled a dying flame.”I’m not sure I’m ready to have you leave,” I pouted.Alex laughed, “Empty nest syndrome hitting already, honey?”Empty mouth, cunt and ass syndrome was what I was really thinking, but I nodded, “I guess so.” Ironically, I was really originally looking forward to dropping Cory off at college and then starting the next chapter of my life with Alex. Yet now, the chapter that had already been pre-written definitely needed a massive rewrite.Alex went to the washroom and Cory walked over to me, pushed me to my knees and I quickly fished out his cock and sucked my own pussy and ass taste off it.I bobbed for about fifteen seconds, maybe thirty, before he reassured me, “This trip isn’t the end.”I nodded, acting like a firm mother, “it better not be, young man.””I’m serious,” he said, as he put his cock back away, back to his confident dominant self, “I’m not sure how, but I expect you available for me when I need you.””What do you want me to do, move into your dorm room and be your full service, three hole cum deposit?” I asked, liking the nasty talk and imagining what I just described to be a great porn video.He nodded, “That sounds perfect.””What sounds perfect?” Alex asked, coming out of the bathroom.Cory quickly covered, “Mom promised to come and see me in a couple of weeks to make sure I am settled.””She did?” Alex asked perplexed, knowing we had plans for the next while.I nodded, “Honey, I can’t be gallivanting around the country not knowing if Cory is getting his basic needs fulfilled.” Again unable to avoid the innuendo.”He’s an adult now,” Alex pointed out. “He’s quite capable of living on his own.””Alex,” I said in a tone I only used when I wanted him to understand clearly the conversation had already been decided. “I need to be able to check on him. I won’t be able to enjoy the trip if I’m always worried about my son.””So you want to cancel the trip?” Alex asked.”Adapt it,” I answered. “Just do something that doesn’t take us states away from Cory.”Alex looked at Cory for help, but Cory didn’t bite.”Fine,” Alex said, trying to be sympathetic even though it was obvious he was annoyed, “We can hit a few spots nearby and do a circle trip back here.””Great,” I nodded, then yawned. “I’m exhausted. A full day of backseat riding wore me out.”Cory added, trying not to laugh at the bluntness of my statement, “Yeah, it was a long, hard ride.””Well, tomorrow is a shorter drive,” Alex said.”Is it?” I asked, sounding disappointed, because I was.”Oh yeah, we are only about five hours away, we made really good time today,” Alex informed us.That meant I only had five more hours of Cory’s cock. I lied, “Well, that’s good.””Then our boy becomes a man,” Alex said, patting him on a back.I thought to myself, ‘Trust me! He is already a man’.Cory joked, “Is there a ceremony for manhood?”Alex laughed, “No, but hundreds of new women.”This made me jealous, which was ludicrous. He was my son. This was temporary. I suddenly realized any plans I had of visiting and fucking were just temporary measures of pleasure that delayed the inevitable. He would find a girlfriend. He would get married. And I… I would get older.Ironically, empty nest syndrome seemed to hit me right then and there… when I realized I wouldn’t always be able to be fucked by my son.I broke down in tears.”What’s wrong, honey?” Alex asked, coming to me as I actually collapsed on the bed in a sudden emotional mess.”My only boy is leaving me,” I blabbered through heavy sobs.Alex comforted me, “He’s just going to college, not to the moon.””I know,” I sobbed.Cory added, “It’s okay, Mom. You can come and check on me any time you want.””Thank you,” I said, as I calmed down. “It’s just, you’re my only son.”As Alex rubbed my back like the caring husband he is, my guilt only increased at my betrayal to him. Yet, that guilt was overridden by my complete lust for my son.Shit, I was a complete mess.Eventually, I calmed down and we watched the news and went to bed. As usual, in a few minutes Alex was snoring.As I lay there, I felt guilt. I felt lost. And I felt horny. True, these emotions didn’t usually go hand in hand, yet the reality was those were the emotions tearing me apart.Yet, like in the car, it was lust that took control.I glanced over to the other bed. Cory was facing the opposite way.I glanced back at my husband, he was definitely fast asleep.A wicked idea suddenly popped into my head. The idea of fucking my son with my husband so close by had become quite a turn on, and with only a few hours left to play with his glorious dick, I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. I decided to quell my guilt, by adding onto it.I slowly got out of bed, took off my panties, checked to see if Alex moved, he didn’t, and moved to Cory’s bed.Cory rolled onto his back and smiled with a slightly surprised look, “You really can’t get enough.””Mommy wants your dick,” I answered, as I crawled under the sheets and directly to his flaccid cock.I pulled his underwear off and took his cock in my mouth. I had always loved the feeling of a cock growing in my mouth. I loved the magic of it. I loved the power that it was growing because of me and I loved the sensation as it hardened in my mouth.Once hard, I began bobbing. I wasn’t sure if I planned to just blow him, or if I actually planned to fuck him.”Balls,” he whispered, after he was completely hard.I took his cock out of my mouth and I repositioned myself to obey the order. I then took turns sucking each big ball in my mouth.I then returned to his cock. I bobbed for a couple of minutes, enjoying the oddly relaxing position, even though my husband was in the next bed. The car, the bathroom, the glory hole were all uncomfortable positions and places. Now I could worship this cock like it deserved to be worshipped in the comfort of a bed for only the second time.I took my time, wanting this to last as long as possible, knowing that time wasn’t infinite.”Shit Mom, you really are an amazing slut,” he groaned.Oddly, that was the hottest thing anyone had ever said to me. I moaned on his cock in response, before he whispered, “Come up here and lie on your back.””You going to fuck Mommy while Daddy sleeps?” I asked, talking like a naughty porn star.I got onto my back as Cory moved under the sheets and between my legs and said, “First, I need to have a bedtime snack.”I moaned as his tongue made contact with my pussy. Alex didn’t go down ever which was always one thing that perturbed me about him, so having Cory’s tongue lapping away felt amazing. I put my hands gently on his head as I lay back and enjoyed getting eaten out.And Cory, like me a moment earlier, took his time between my legs. He explored every inch of my pussy as he teased me everywhere.He flicked my clit once.He spread my pussy lips wide.He kissed my inner thigh.He slid his tongue down and to my asshole.He was driving me wild as his tongue used my body like a canvas and I was his Moaning Mommy.My orgasm was building and I whispered, “You’re going to make Mommy come.”I figured that would make him quit and come fuck me, but instead he shifted from slow teasing to sudden fast paced pleasing.The sudden intensity of the pleasure quickly escalated the orgasm that was slowly building and I quickly grabbed an extra pillow and smothered my face to cover the scream that may escape my lips.I grabbed his head and that was all the instruction he needed as he sucked my clit between his lips and tugged.My scream of pleasure was muffled by the pillow as I came seconds later.As soon as my orgasm hit, he moved up, rolled me onto my side and slid his cock in my still trembling cunt.”Ohhhh,” I moaned, as he began fucking me.”This is so fucking hot and twisted,” he whispered.”And reaming my asshole with your father inches away wasn’t?” I questioned, naughtily.”Touché,” he laughed, as he pumped his cock in and out of me.”Now fill my cunt with your cum baby,” I ordered, wanting to feel him erupt inside me.”Not your ass?” He asked.”No, I want your seed erupting in Mommy’s cunt,” I moaned, wanting to feel my pussy filled with his hot seed.He fucked me for a couple of minutes before he pulled out.I whined, “Put it back in.””Go back to your bed,” he ordered.”You’re not going to finish fucking Mommy?” I asked surprised and disappointed.”Oh, I’m going to keep fucking you,” he said cockily.It was then I realized his plan… His sick twisted plan.I got out of his bed, back into mine and lay on my side so he could re-enter with ease.He moved into the queen size bed as well, pushing me closer to Alex, and slid his cock back in me.”Ooooh,” I again moaned, watching my husband as I was fucked by our son. This was even naughtier as I could see his face, but he was still completely oblivious to what was happening right beside him in his sweet slumber.”Harder,” I whispered.Cory obliged, the entire bed now moving as he pounded me hard.My husband snored softly on his back, the way he always slept, while I got fucked by his son in the same bed.I felt so naughty; this was so wrong; which, of course, made it so feel so good and hot.In a wild day where I was ass fucked in a backseat, used in a bathroom and a gloryhole, this was the wildest moment yet.And although I originally wanted to feel my son’s cum fill my cunt, I suddenly wanted to make this taboo moment even wilder. I whispered, “Slide that big dick in my ass.”He didn’t question it at all, as he pulled his cock out of my cunt and slid it into my ass with ease.I clenched my teeth just in time to hold in my scream, as a slight pain coursed through me before a pleasure quickly took over.”Fuck you’re a nasty slut, Mom,” Cory whispered in my ear as he began to fuck my ass.”For you I am,” I whispered back, as I was sodimized by my son with my husband right beside me, the rush unexplainable. Fuck, I was a slut.I was ass fucked for a while, enthralled by the euphoria of the kink.The act of kinky sex had my pussy burning and I could feel a second orgasm rising rather quickly.Cory kissed the back of my neck as he slowly fucked my ass.After a couple more minutes of slow ass fucking, Cory began bucking his hips faster and really fucking my ass.I moaned, “Yes, pound Mommy’s asshole”, as I buried my face in a pillow again as I moved my hand to my pussy and began rubbing my clit.”I’m going to come in your asshole, Mommy-slut,” Cory whispered.”Fill my shit hole with your cum, baby,” I moaned, my orgasm imminent and wanting to make this as nasty as possible. I was his Mommy-slut, his cum bucket and I wanted his seed now.A few hard thrusts in my ass and he grunted and shot his load deep in me.This triggered my orgasm seconds later as I screamed, “Oh shit,” loud enough to wake up my sleeping husband.As Alex sat straight up alarmed, Cory slid out of me and onto the floor. I could feel cum leaking out of my ass, my orgasm coursing through me as Alex asked, worried, “Are you okay?”I tried to control my breathing as I answered, “Yeah, wild dream.””About what?” Alex asked.”Being invaded by a massive snake,” I answered, telling the truth.”That sounds like a nightmare,” Alex said, as he lay back down.I said, “It seemed so real.””Well, go back to sleep honey,” he said.”I need to pee now,” I said”Okay,” he nodded, already falling back to sleep.I got out of bed and saw Cory lying there smiling.I stepped over him and went to the washroom to actually go pee, but also clean up the excess cum leaking out of my gaping asshole.I returned to the bedroom and saw that Cory was back in his bed and his father was snoring again.I leaned over to Cory and whispered, “That was close.”He nodded, “I almost had a heart attack.””Tomorrow I want a load in each hole before I leave you,” I said, giving his now flaccid cock a squeeze.”What about a facial?” He asked.”Fine, I want four loads from that gun of yours,” I smiled.”Thankfully, I never run out of ammunition,” he joked.”Thank God,” I agreed, as I got back into my own bed and realized I was lying in a massive wet spot of cum.Fuck! I had become a massive slut.The end of adventure 4.Coming next in May:Backseat Mommy: Jam Packed With CumOne final backseat fucking, one more ass reaming and a messy goodbye…Chapter 5That morning, the second the shower was running, I got into Cory’s bed, fished out his cock and began bobbing.He groaned, as I woke him up the best possible way any man could be woken up… with head.His cock was already hard; I love morning wood, and I bobbed hungrily, knowing time was of the essence. I wanted that first load for breakfast as I was determined to indeed get those four loads from him before I left for the hardest conversation in my life… the end of my marriage.Yet, my guilt was overridden by my lust.I loved my son.I loved his cock.I loved his cum.I loved being his slut.And I was going to find a way to continue this taboo, inappropriate and yet so right and natural feeling relationship at all costs… including the end of my marriage.Thankfully, I learned that Cory, like every other guy I had ever been with, had a very quick morning trigger and I was swallowing his cum in a couple of minutes.Once I had swallowed all his cum, I sat back up and said, “One done, three to go.””You’re serious?” he asked.”I’m always serous when it comes to cum,” I quipped back.”Well that is the best wake-up call ever,” he said, as the shower shut off.”Yes, too bad we didn’t have this relationship earlier,” I said. “Cum is great for breakfast and the complexion.””Fuck, how I regret my senior year and not bending you over the kitchen table and just making you mine,” he sighed.”Well, in that case, you owe me three hundred fucks,” I said.He laughed, “I’ll write you an IOU.””Just understand that I plan to collect on every single one,” I winked, just as the bathroom door opened.After a shower and breakfast, we were back on the highway.I was back on my son’s lap in a sundress and, of course, sans underwear and ready to have his cock back in me. In his hand was the bag he wouldn’t let me see the night before.As soon as we were back on the highway, Cory slyly opened the bag and pulled out what was obviously a butt plug, He handed it to me and then pulled out some lube.Taking the unspoken cue, I lubed the big butt plug generously before I leaned forward and handed it to my son to put in my ass.Cory smiled as he took it from me and slowly slid it in my ass. I clenched my teeth and grabbed the back of my husband’s seat as it filled me.Alex looked into the mirror and asked, “Uncomfortable already?””A little,” I nodded, as the toy completely filled my ass. “Just trying to find the right spot.””Only a few more hours,” he reminded me.Cory left me in that position, a butt plug in my ass as I said, “Yep, this wild adventure is almost over.”Alex nodded, “Then Cory, you start your next adventure.”I glanced back and saw he had fished out his already hard cock.Cory replied, “I’m always up for a new adventure.””That’s the spirit,” Alex nodded. “Live life to the fullest. If you want something just reach out and grab it.”The irony of his words were obvious, as Cory took that exact advice as he grabbed my hips and slowly lowered me on his thick dick and I was suddenly, surprisingly, being double penetrated as the three of us chatted.I held my breath as his cock impaled me.Mixed with the plug in my ass and I was suddenly feeling very full.Alex added, “You see Sarah. Cory will be fine. I think we need to have an adventure too.””The last couple of days have been quite the adventure,” I replied tersely, both to make it clear I wasn’t changing my mind about the trip and also because I was trying to get used to having two cocks in me simultaneously.”But, I think….” Alex began.”Alex,” I said, my tone implying I wasn’t having this conversation at the moment, “I have made up my mind. My son needs me and I will bend over backwards to make him happy.”Alex sighed heavily, as I sat on my son’s lap with both his dick and the butt plug now lodged deep in me. I tried to relax, trying to get used to being so completely filled with two cocks while getting annoyed by my husband. I realized I wasn’t being fair to him. We had spent a couple of months planning the fall road trip and Alex was super excited about it. Although I didn’t love the idea of travelling for so long I went along with it. Yet now I couldn’t.Now I had to figure out who I really was. Yes, I would do anything to please my son, proven by the fact I had his dick in my cunt and a butt plug in my ass at the moment, but I also had to figure out the rest of my life.Alex turned the radio up, and I figured I now had some time to get load two of four for the day.Suddenly I felt a slight subtle vibrations in my ass. The butt plug was apparently a vibrating one. Instantly, pleasure began to build inside me as my son found a new way to pleasure me in this tiny confined space.Although Cory had already shot his first load of the day down my throat, I hadn’t yet come and as soon as the vibrations started I wanted to… no, I needed to.I put my hands on his knees for balance, and began to ride his cock slowly, the sensation of riding his cock, mixed with the vibrations in my ass creating an instant euphoria.And for a couple of minutes, I rode my son… nice and slow as I literally enjoyed the ride.Then I felt the vibrations inside my ass get faster and more intense. To my surprise, there was almost no sound, which was impressive, although Alex was now singing to ‘Sunglasses at Night’ and I doubt he would have heard it even if it was loud.The new vibrations instantly stimulated my entire body and added fuel to the flames of my slow burn orgasm. I wanted to milk his cum slowly, but I wasn’t sure that was still possible.I began to ride Cory’s cock faster, my orgasm building, when the vibrations suddenly stopped. Cory grabbed my hips and held me and slowly lowered me onto his lap.I sighed. I knew he planned to make me wait for my orgasm.I knew that this made my orgasm more intense when it came (pun intended).I also knew I didn’t want to wait. I ground my ass on his cock to tell him as much, but as I figured he was going to let my burning flame flicker and fade before he fueled the flames again.He handed me his phone.It was a story called ‘Mom’s Stockings: A Cum Bucket’.So I read it. Obviously, it turned me on as the mother sounded a lot like me once she accepted she loved her son as more than a son.As I finished the story, Cory let go of my hips and took his phone back. The vibrations again started and I took that as permission to resume riding his thick shaft.Again, I rode him for a couple of minutes slowly as I rekindled the flickering flame of lust.Again, he turned the toy onto a higher, more intense speed.Again, I began to ride him faster as the flames began to spread wildly.Again, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down onto his lap… this time keeping the vibrating butt plug on high.This would not get me off, but man it would tease me like crazy.He again handed me his phone. This time it was a short article called ‘More Moms Going Down to Ensure Grades Go Up’. It was about how some Japanese mothers were sucking their sons so they would be more motivated to study more.Once done reading it, I handed it back to Cory who whispered, “Why didn’t you do that for me?””I will throughout college,” I replied, so horny I was willing to agree to almost anything, semantics and logistics irrelevant.”That is something we need to make happen,” Cory said.”I agree,” I nodded, as I ground my pussy on his cock, trying to hint it was time to fuck.”You really need?” he asked.I nodded.He let go of my hips and I took that as permission to ride. I again put my hands on his knees and began to fuck myself on my son’s big dick.As soon as I started riding, I once again rekindled the flame down below.The double stimulations made the pleasure escalate quickly and after a couple of minutes, as the flame burned like hell’s kitchen I let out a much too loud moan.Alex looked up, as I realized I moaned close to his head based on the angle I was in right then.”Sorry, honey,” I apologized quickly. “Three days back here and there just isn’t a perfect position anymore.””We’re almost there,” he said, as I thought to myself, ‘So am I’.”Thank God!” I said, the double meaning again used in my words.I bit my lip so I wouldn’t let out any more sounds that might give away the reality of what was happening right behind him.”I hate to stop so early,” he said. “But I have to pee.””Okay,” I nodded. “I could use a stretch too.””I’ll be pulling over in 4 miles,” he said.”Okay,” I again responded, as I didn’t want to say any more than I had to as I focused on the pleasure and the fact I had very limited time to get that second load milked from Cory’s cock and my first, much needed, orgasm.He resumed driving and I resumed riding.Thankfully, I didn’t need four miles, I needed one. The intense vibrations in my ass, mixed with the riding of my ordu escort bayan son’s cock, and the fire finally became wildfire as my orgasm erupted through me.When I started coming, Cory held my ass up, and kept fucking my pussy, even as I trembled with intense convulsions.Another mile, my orgasm refusing to dissipate completely, I felt my pussy walls coated with my son’s cum.I just allowed the pleasure to continue its intense journey through me as Cory finished filling my pussy with his cum.I felt the vibrator in my ass stop vibrating; I felt his cock slide out of me and instantly felt cum leak out of me; I felt his hand on my ass pull out the wide plug and even heard a slight pop sound as it exited me. Thankfully the music was too loud to hear it.Cory handed me a wet nap and I wiped the extra cum that was leaking down my leg, as we reached the one mile turn off.I sat on the edge of Cory’s leg for the last mile, my orgasm finally coming to a reluctant end as I looked at Cory who was on his phone.We made a pit stop. Alex went pee. I went pee and cleaned up.Back in the car, we drove two hours in relative silence. Cory actually fell asleep and I read on my kindle.We stopped for lunch and as we ate our food, I rubbed my son’s crotch with my nylon-clad foot.Alex said, as we were wrapping up, “Two more hours.”Cory nodded, looking at me slyly, “Two more.”I smiled, knowing he meant two more loads to shoot… my ass and the facial still to come… literally.”Are you ready?” Alex asked.”Definitely,” Cory nodded, again saying two different things at once, as he rubbed my stocking-clad foot under the table.”I wish I could go back to being in college again,” Alex said.”Me too,” I nodded, thinking I actually planned to do just that.Cory asked, “Were you two wild back then?”Alex shrugged, but I joked, “Mostly wild orgies every night.”Alex was surprised but laughed, “Yes, that’s the real way I met your mom.”I continued, “I’m sure you’ll meet the perfect woman at college.”Cory asked, “What if I already have?”Alex said, “I didn’t know you even had a girlfriend.””Oh, I’ve known her forever,” Cory said. “I have just hidden my true feelings for years.”Alex gave the most ironic advice ever, as my heart skipped a beat, “Well, always tell the woman you love that you love her. Don’t keep it a secret.””At all costs?” Cory asked.”Yes, at all costs,” Alex said, looking at me with sweetness.I agreed, “It’s important to always go with what makes you happy.””Okay,” Cory nodded.”Well enough love advice from old people,” I said. “Let’s get back on the road.””This will be your last time backseat riding,” Alex said.God, he just kept saying such innocent things that meant something completely different to Cory and me. I nodded, “Yep, one last backseat ride. Think you can handle two more hours of me on your lap, Cory?””I think I’ll be able to handle it,” Cory smiled, as I moved my foot away and back into my heel.”I’m sorry you’ve been stuck back there with your Mom sitting on your lap for three days,” Alex said.”It could be worse,” Cory said.I laughed, “Yes, I could weigh 300 pounds.””Yes, that would be worse,” Cory laughed.Alex shook his head as he paid and we returned to the car.Cory said, once we were alone, “You know I was talking about you.””I thought so,” I nodded.”And that I want you in my life every day,” he continued.”I have to deal with some other things first, Cory,” I said sincerely. “But I do plan to find a way to be closer to you.””Mom, I love you,” he said.”I love you too, honey,” I replied.”No,” he shook his head. “I mean I love love you.””Oh,” I said, realizing this had just crossed to a whole new level of complicated.Alex came out and asked, “What you two talking about?”Cory answered, “What is real love?””Heavy topic,” Alex said, “and not a simple answer to what seems a simple question.””Yes, love is different to every person,” I said, as I tried to wrap my head around my son’s words. Yes, I wanted to find a way to keep fucking him. Yes, I wanted to be his three hole cum slut. And yes, I couldn’t imagine not living with or near him.Yet… I didn’t want to prevent him from finding true love, getting married and having k**s.Shit, this had gotten very, very messy… both figuratively and literally.”Well, we are not getting any closer standing out here,” Alex said.”It’s time for one final ride,” I said, trying to push out the complicated and keep it simplistic. I had two hours left with his cock in the car and I planned to enjoy the entire two hours. The harsh reality and consequences of our actions would have to wait for another day.Now, I was going to take it in the ass.Once back in the car and back on the highway, I fished out his cock and stroked it to stiffness.Once stiff, I pointed to the lube in a bag with my anal toy.He handed it to me and I generously coated his once again hard cock.I then positioned myself over his thick dick and lowered myself on it.I took his entire cock slowly in my ass until I was sitting on his lap.Then I just sat there, enjoying the feeling of being completely full.Alex asked, about fifteen minutes later, “So, who is this girl you love?”My eyes went big.Cory answered, “Just someone I’ve known for a long time.””Have I met her?” Alex asked.”I think so,” Cory answered.”What’s she look like?” Alex asked.He described me. “Blonde hair, blue eyes, amazing legs and….”Alex asked, as he looked into the rear-view mirror, “And what?””Big tits,” Cory answered.Alex shook his head, “I guess I shouldn’t have asked.”I quipped, pretending to act offended, “Men.”Alex shrugged, “What are you complaining about, he pretty much described a younger version of you.”I barely could contain myself.”So I should be flattered that you two are objectifying women?” I questioned, even as I wiggled my ass on my son.Alex sighed, “That is not what we were doing.””Blonde hair and blue eyes are the most stereotypical guy fantasy there is,” I said.”Yes, but….” Alex began.”Throw in huge tits and you have the stereotypical blonde bimbo,” I continued, ranting even though I didn’t mean it at all.Cory added, “Don’t forget the great legs.””Oh, how could I forget that? Your father is a leg man, thus why I’m always in nylons and heels. Are you a leg man too?” I asked, even though I knew the answer.”That is probably your fault,” Cory accused, playing along.”My fault? My fault?” I questioned and repeated. “How is that possibly my fault?””Well, you’ve always walked around the house in short skirts and nylons,” he said.”In that case, I guess I should be flattered,” I said, although still sounding angry. I then added, deciding to push the line even more, really getting into the fake feminist character I had just created, “And does your dream girl shave her vagina too?””Sarah!” Alex gasped.I ignored him, as I looked at Cory. “Well, does she?””Hopefully,” Cory nodded.”And do you shave your balls for her?” I questioned, this time hinting at something he should do.”For Christ’s sake, Sarah,” Alex said.”What?” I questioned. “He’s eighteen. He’s an adult. You said he was ready to live on his own. At least he should know what a woman wants.””So I should shave down there?” Cory asked sincerely.”Of course,” I nodded, “especially if you expect her to. Isn’t that right, Alex?”Alex answered, shaking his head, “I feel like I’m on a twisted version of Candid Camera.””Any other advice you would like to receive?” I asked.Alex interjected, “Don’t say a word, Cory, it’s a trap.”I laughed, “That is probably very good advice.”Alex turned the radio up, obviously done with our awkward conversation which meant Cory and I had some alone time, well as much alone time as you can have in a backseat on someone’s lap.I began to slowly grind my ass in a circular motion on my son’s cock. This was going to be the last backseat fucking and I was going to enjoy the ride.And for 50 miles I just slowly ground on his cock, enjoying the feeling of just being full, just enjoying the strange feeling of an unconditional secret love between me and my son.”50 miles,” Alex announced.Oddly, this made me sad.50 miles and this was over.50 miles and I had to deal with the consequences of my actions.50 miles and the only life I’ve known for a couple of decades is over.50 miles and I had to have the conversation that had to take place, yet I feared completely.And….50 miles to finish milking my son’s third load of the day, this one in my ass.I said, as I began to slowly ride my son’s cock, “Thank God. I don’t think I can last much longer.”Alex nodded, “I can only imagine how sore your ass must be. Mine is numb and I have my own seat.””Oh, my ass feels great,” I said back, as the lingering pleasure increased as soon as I began riding my son’s cock.Alex asked, “Really?””My legs are sore though,” I answered, realizing what I said didn’t make much sense to him.”I imagine,” he nodded, “being all cramped up back there. And Cory you’ll probably need a week to recover.”Cory replied, “Hopefully not that long. I recover pretty quickly.””Are you saying I’m fat?” I teased.”What?” Alex asked, his eyes going big. “God, no.””I’m just k**ding,” I laughed.”Don’t do that to me,” Alex said, laughing back…Chapter 6In the car I pondered how to have the conversation I needed to have with my husband.The past three days had been an escape from reality… as bizarre as that sounds.Fucking my son over and over while my husband was oblivious to the entire thing was exhilarating and life-altering… but now I had to deal with the consequences of my reckless behavior. My actions of the past three days had awakened my sexual libido and made me realize I didn’t love my husband as a husband.Yes, he was a great man.Yes, I loved him as a man.I just didn’t love him as a lover.We drove in silence for fifteen minutes, as I tried to figure out what to say. Usually, casual conversation was my strength, while Alex could drive for hours without saying a word other than to sing a tune or ask me musical trivia. He loved asking me who sang the song that was playing. I almost never knew. He would then give me a brief history of the band.Yet, it was obvious, at least to me, that the divide in our marriage was right there… within the open space between our seats.To my ashtonishment, it was Alex who broke the ice out of nowhere. “So how long have you been fucking our son?”I imagine my face paled as I realized in moments that he knew.How long had he known?”A week, a month, a year?” He listed as he drove. He didn’t look at me. His tone was not one of anger or shock, oddly enough.”Just during this trip,” I admitted.”Did you enjoy it?” He asked.What a tough question. The answer was obvious: yes. But admitting the truth could hurt him even more than I already had. Yet, I couldn’t lie. He deserved the truth. “Yes.””And is that why you don’t want to do everything we had planned for the past eight months?” He continued.”Yes,” I again admitted, sticking to one word answers.”And now what?” He asked.”The truth?” I asked.He looked at me for the first time, ironically. “No, keep lying to me.”There it was finally in his tone and in his eyes… the hurt I had caused him.”I’m sorry, Alex,” I said instead.”For what?” He asked. “Fucking our son in the back seat or fucking our son in the bed I was in?”I hoped he only knew about those two times, somehow that made it a little less bad.Yet, I tried to explain. “I have no idea how it happened. But once it did, it awakened a side of me I’ve always kept under wraps. And after that, I couldn’t control myself.”He sighed.The gap between us widened.”Have you cheated on me before?” He asked after a long silence.”No,” I answered. “I never even considered cheating.”Again silence.Then he sighed.More silence.Then surprisingly he said, “I’m sorry too.””For what?” I asked, surprised by his apology. “You did nothing wrong.””I’ve been cheating on you for a long time,” he confessed.”What?” I asked, shocked.”I’ve been lying to you and to myself for years,” he continued.”With who?” I asked, suddenly jealous even though I had cheated too… with my own son.”Gary,” he revealed.”Gary,” I repeated, stunned, hearing the name, but not comprehending the scope of his words. Then as realization hit, I stammered, “Do you mean your partner Gary?””Yeah,” he nodded, looking straight ahead at the open road.”You’re gay?” I asked, my head spinning with incomprehension, unable to absorb where this was going even though the answer was obvious. The person he had named was a male.”Yes,” he admitted, his turn to fall back on one word answers.”Wow!” I breathed, before adding, “We really don’t communicate well.”He laughed. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time, but I couldn’t get up the courage. I also didn’t want to shatter our family.””Well, I may have beat you to that,” I replied.”But with Karen overseas traveling and our son starting college, plus the fact that my wife is fucking him, I figured it was time to tell you the truth,” he said.”We’ve both been living lies,” I said. “I’ve always wanted you to be more forceful and more dominant.”He chuckled, “And I wanted the same thing. I’m the bottom.””Of course you are,” I smiled, that suddenly making complete sense considering our sexual history together.”What’s that supposed to mean?” He retorted, oddly offended for the first time during this surreal conversation of revelations.”I didn’t mean it rudely. I’m submissive too, which is perhaps why we struggled so hard to find any heat in the bedroom,” I explained.”And I’d rather be fucked than do the fucking,” he pointed out bluntly as a joke.Hearing him talk so bluntly was more surreal than all that had transpired. In over twenty years together we had never spoken so frankly together.”Man, this conversation could have saved a lot of years for both of us,” I laughed, trying to imagine him taking it up the ass.”It didn’t stop me,” he joked.”Well, we do have one thing in common,” I smiled, shaking my head… even now, it was just sinking in that he had been cheating on me for years. This would have offended me greatly a couple of weeks ago… but now it just released me from the guilt that had been eating inside me for the last several days.”What is that?””We both love cock up our ass,” I said crudely with a wicked smile… somehow sharing that dirty little secret with each other was helping us both to release some of our guilt, and adding in the fact that he wasn’t judging me for my i****tuous transgression was liberating me… was liberating us.He laughed, “That we do. We both also love sucking cock.”I agreed, “True. Although I can’t fathom you sucking dick.””I’m pretty good at it,” he said.”Me too,” I countered.”True enough,” he nodded, having been on the receiving end of many of my epic blow jobs.Then it hit me. Did I turn him gay? I asked, “When did you realize you liked dick in your mouth and ass?””It started with online porn and then a trip with Gary that took us to a male sauna and ended with me sucking his cock,” he answered.”So I didn’t turn you gay?” I asked, suddenly feeling insecure.He laughed. “God, no. You were likely kept me thinking I was straight a lot longer.””Thank God,” I sighed, ironically happy that my husband was gay and it wasn’t because of me. I then joked, “So you’ve been faking it all this time?””No,” he said, seriously. “I still enjoy sex with you, especially oral sex, but I enjoy getting fucked even more.””I still enjoy sex with you too,” I agreed.”So, what now?” He asked.”I don’t know,” I admitted. I felt we were making headway through this morass, but I was even more confused now than I had been before we began this .conversation.”Do you plan to keep fucking our son?” He asked.”I don’t know,” I repeated, the generic non-committal answer. My body screamed yes, my brain said maybe.”I’m okay with it,” he offered, surprising me again.”What? Really?” I asked.”Yeah,” he nodded, “he can give you what I can’t.””But it’s i****t,” I pointed out.He paused for a long moment. Gathering his courage? “Want to know another shocking secret?” he finally asked.”More shocking than you love taking it in the ass?” I bluntly questioned.”Believe it or not… yes,” he nodded.”This I’m dying to hear,” I said, curious as hell… but also a bit nervous.”I lost my virginity to Katherine,” he revealed, “In her pussy and her ass.”My eyes went big.My mouth dropped open.”Your older sister, Katherine?” I asked.”Yep,” he nodded.”You’ve stuck it up the ass of your older sister?” I questioned incredulously. This seemed even less fathomable than him being gay or me committing i****t.”The one and only,” he nodded.”Your condescending sister who treats me like a whore?” I pressed, At a loss to even picture such a thing.”She used to be a lot wilder,” he explained.”So it seems,” I said, still trying to envision a time when my bitch of a sister-in-law was a skank. That said, it did make me kind of happy. “So that is why you didn’t freak out when you figured out I was fucking our son?””I was shocked at first. But it instantly made me remember losing my virginity to my sister at the lake, and how i****t brought my sister and I me closer for a while and, well,” he shrugged, “I figure he may be giving you some things that I never could.””Oh,” I said.”Plus, I realized then that you and I are the same thing as each other.””Sluts?” I joked.”Well, fucking our son in the back seat of the car while your husband drives is pretty slutty,” he joked back.”So is taking it in the ass in a public washroom,” I added.”So is taking it in the ass at a company picnic while your wife is right outside the rest room visiting with other wives,” he countered.”Okay, we are both sluts,” I concluded.”And yet, we’ve now both discovered what we are and what we want,” he continued, “to be sexually liberated.””From society’s standards?” I questioned.”Yes, gay sex is far more common than people think and so is i****t,” he added.”Is it?””Sure,” he nodded, “it’s just the one taboo still not talked about, although one day it might be. Christ, even transgender people are out and popular since the Caitlyn Jenner thing. i****t really is the only taboo left.”I added, “Maybe we need the Kardashians to announce they eat each other’s cunts.””That would make a great episode,” he laughed.”It can be one of those very special episodes,” I joked.He laughed again as he pulled into the hotel parking lot.Our marriage was over, and here we were getting along together better than we’d done in years. Go figure!We decided we would spend one more week together. He fucked me one last time. We went together to a sex shop, bought a strap-on and I fucked him with it… twice… a special treat for him that had suddenly popped into my head after learning he liked it in the ass.I kept the strap-on in case I ever got to use it again… enjoying the power that comes from being the one wearing the cock… in essence in giving rather than receiving.We separated with no regrets.We split our assets and went our own ways.Alex decided to go to Europe for a couple of months and I, unsure what to do, headed back to Cory’s college feeling both liberated but yet suddenly alone. Alex and I had been together for over two decades… and he had been more than just a lover… but a listener… a comforter (especially when I lost my father)… a companion.Other than seeing my son, I really had no idea what now lie ahead.A month ago the rest of my life had been planned out. At first that excited me… the destination of my future mapped out.Now… the map was empty… the journey unclear… and although that also excited me, it also scared the shit out of me.I loved my son.I loved sex with my son.But that was raw passion over a few wild, kinky days. The reality was that the real world now awaited me, awaited us, and I was no longer sure what that meant.Sex was sex and it had been fucking amazing.But life was a lot more complicated.So I arrived at Cory’s dorm riddled with anxiety. I felt kind of like Julia Robert’s character in ‘Notting Hill’ as I arrived. I had texted him that I was coming, but he knew nothing about what had transpired between his father and me.We had done some naughty texting, but not being in the same place to act on it made it more anti-climactic (pun intended) than satisfying.I assumed we would have some great sex when I arrived and I was right.As soon as I arrived, I texted:I’m here.He responded:Meet me at Thurber Hall, room 432. NOW!!! I responded, being cheeky and submissive at the same time:Yes, Master!!!My cunt was instantly wet. I wanted his cock back in me again. I hadn’t been so horny for cock since college (if you ignore our 3 day backseat fuckfest).I was dressed in a sexy sundress that barely hid my thigh highs… and, of course, I was sans bra or panties.I had to ask three people how to get where I was going, but eventually I found the building and, with my feet sore (shouldn’t have worn four inch heels to search for a building… but I wanted to look completely hot and sexy for my son). I took the elevator, gradually realizing that he was meeting me in a classroom.I got off the elevator and headed to room 432.It was a handicapped bathroom.I stopped and then I smiled. That brat.I went to open the door, but it was locked.I knocked.”Who is it?” My son asked from the other side of the door.”Your slut,” I answered, after looking around to make sure no one was around to hear my answer.He unlocked the door and I walked in. I smiled playfully, “You really went all out on the decor.””I wasn’t sure what the plan was, or how I was introducing you, but regardless of either of those issues, I wanted to fuck you first,” he answered.”Good,” I nodded, slipping out of my heels and dropping to my knees. “I’ve been craving this big dick ever since you last coated my face in your dorm room.””And I’ve been saving up a pretty full load,” he replied, as I fished out his cock, already hard.”You haven’t fucked any coed sluts yet?” I questioned, as I stroked his thick shaft.”I didn’t say that,” he said. “I just said I’ve been saving this load.””Slut,” I teased, before taking his cock in my mouth. As I did, I felt a strange sense of jealousy at the idea of some college skank sucking and fucking this same dick that I was sucking. This is my dick. I am his slut. I bobbed hungrily, gently reminding him who was the best cock sucker.”Oh yeah, I missed those cock sucking lips,” he groaned, as I devoured his entire cock like a porn star.I moaned on his cock in response.”Yes, Mom, the first load gets deposited in that sexy mouth of yours,” he promised.I responded, taking his cock out of my mouth, “I hope you have enough loads stored up in these balls to fill all three of Mommy’s neglected holes.””At least twice,” he bragged, as he grabbed my head and shoved my mouth back on his cock and began thrusting.’Six loads!’ I thought to myself. That would be a dream come true… pun definitely implied.”Oh yeah, I plan to fuck you all day and night, Mommy-slut,” he said, as I resumed bobbing. “The schedule for today is a marathon i****t session.”I couldn’t help but smile as he resumed fucking my face. We used to have many marathon nights back at home. Although they only involved things like watching all the Back to the Future movies, or all the Star Wars movies or, the craziest, all three Lord of the Rings extended version movies.The mixture of my warm mouth and his fast pumping was the perfect trigger for his quick first load to explode in my mouth. There was no warning other than a slight swelling in his dick, then an a****listic grunt as his cum exploded in my mouth like a water hose.I swallowed most of it, as he kept fucking my face… although a little of his cum did leak out of my mouth.”Fuck, I love having my own Mom cum deposit handy,” he groaned, as he finally pulled out.”And I like having my own gun, always hard, always loaded, always ready to shoot me,” I smiled, still on my knees as I scooped a little cum off the side of my mouth.”So what are your plans now that you and Dad are done?” he asked.”Today, I plan to take five more loads,” I said, reaching for his still hard cock. “Tomorrow, I’ll take some more and then figure out what the hell I’m going to do with my life.”He said, now soft and tender, “I found a few places in the area that are for rent.””You did, did you?” I asked, slowly stroking his cock. “Do you want Mommy close to you?””I insist that my Mommy fuck slut be close to me and that she be available at a moment’s notice,” he corrected, sounding so hot when he was so dominant.”Well then,” I said, licking his shaft briefly, unable not to enjoy this beautiful cock I’d co-created, “since you are my Master and I am your three hole cum deposit, I guess the first part of my future plan has already been decided.””Good, because we have a 7PM meeting with a realtor to go look at three places,” he said, as he pulled me up and kissed me.The kiss was tender at first. Definitely not of a mother and son… but of lovers. I felt my heart melting.It got more passionate after a couple of minutes before I finally broke the kiss abruptly, horny as hell, and asked, “Are you going to fuck me or what?””I don’t know,” he said, “I only have twenty minutes until my last class of the day.””You’re not leaving your slut alone for a couple of hours with so many young dicks, are you?” I teased, returning to stroking his cock.”You only fuck who I tell you to, is that clear?” he clarified firmly.”Yes, Master,” I smiled, “I was just teasing. Your cock is more than enough for me.””Good,” he nodded, as he lifted up my dress, bent me over the sink and slid his cock easily inside my burning inferno.”Oh yes, baby,” I moaned, as he began fucking me hard.”God, I love your hot cunt,” he said.”And my hot cunt loves your big, hard dick,” I responded, loving how aggressive he was with me. He knew how to fuck a woman… he understood that underneath the conservative nature of this woman was a cum hungry slut just dying to be used as such.”Then let’s let them get reacquainted,” he said, as he grabbed my hips and thoroughly pounded me like the wanton slut I had become.”Oh yesssss, son,” I moaned. “Use Mommy as your fuck slut.””You love being your son’s personal cum bucket, don’t you?” he asked, never slowing down his complete pilfering of my box.”Can it please be my twenty-four-seven job?” I moaned, my orgasm quickly accelerating from his big dick, hard deep thrusts and his nasty talk.”Think you can handle a half dozen loads a day?” he teased, as his finger slid to my asshole.”I’m not sure I can live without that many,” I responded, although I wasn’t sure I could keep up with him, truth be told… but I’d die trying… I mean, what a way to go… FUCKED TO DEATH.”You will only fuck who I tell you to fuck,” he reminded me.”Yes, Master,” I moaned, the idea of him controlling my body and whatever he made me do would only enhance my lust and power my growing orgasm even more………Add me – iamsuperman007 and I love sexting

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