Backseat Action part 1

My son, Sahil was, and still is, a good cricket-player. My wife Apoorva and I used to go with him to every game he played.

Usually he went with his teammates in a bus while we trailed along in our

car. This time it was to be a little different. The team had made it to the

finals in the Cup and it was to be played in a big city where there was an

amusement park. We decided that we would spend the afternoon and evening

there, which we all agreed sounded like fun.

The game went well, our son's team won and we were in high spirits as we entered the park where we spent the rest of the day riding various machines that hurled you hither and dither, up and down and so forth. We all had a great meal at one of the restaurants there, with a little glass of wine for Sahil as well, before we started for home.

After we finished our meal, my wife and I got into an argument and she had a too much of beer Apoorva and I were silent but Sahil went on and on about the good time he'd had and didn't seem to notice his mother's sulking or my silence. When I took a closer look in the rearview mirror, I could understand why.

Apoorva had slid one leg behind his back and thrown the other over his lap, where she slumped sleeping in the corner of the dark car. I could clearly see all the way up her thighs to the beginning of the white crotch of her panties. doesn't shave her pussy so there was a lot of hair sticking out of the leg bands of her panties. Our son was looking intently at them, and I'd bet he had acquired a raging hard-on looking at his mother!

Suddenly I saw that he had one hand on her knee, stroking it in circular movements. Where had he learned that? However, it sure was doing what he wanted it to do. Apoorva's legs slowly started to fall further and further apart, widening the gap between her thighs, giving us a much better view of her crotch. By now I had slowed down until I was driving at a mere fifty kilometres an hour but Sahil didn't even notice; this was the kid who always begged me to drive faster!

I realized that I sat there, driving with a hard-on while watching my son fondle his mother! While I watched his hand start to creep farther up her thigh, I could feel the first drop of precum wet my boxers. Would he go all the way up to her pussy? Would she wake up? And if so, what would I do? What should I do? I decided to do nothing, for the time being at least.

Glancing occasionally at the road, I had my eyes glued at the scene in the back and watched my son's hand inch slowly up my wife's leg; up to the crotch of her panties, knowing from experience how easily my wife's sexual fire ignited once you touched her pussy. I just waited for that to happen! And it did. My son's finger sneaked inside the leg band, grabbing a quick feel of his mother's vagina before he jerked the hand away, all the way back down to her knee. The feel was so quick and brief that I doubt that Apoorva even noticed it.

I rather think she didn't, considering her drunken state. He shot a quick glance at me to see if I had observed what he had done. Pretending not to notice, I reached for the radio and turned it on. Soon soft music filled the car. Sahil seemed to take my fiddling with the radio

as a sign that I hadn't noticed anything and soon his hand again started to stroke up his mother's leg. This time he reached his goal much faster and, without any preliminaries, he pushed a finger inside the leg band, directly onto his mother's cunt lips!

As I mentioned, my wife gets really hot once you've got your hand on her pussy. It's as if she no longer had control over her own feelings and, I doubt, over her own moral standards. and I have often thought that she'd would fuck anybody who had her pussy in his hand, and now it seemed as though my assumptions was were verified. Her hips started to move in slow rhythm as our son stroked her pussy. I almost moaned out aloud when her hips shot up very abruptly. I understood that my son had stuck a finger inside her cunt! I envied him the feeling! I knew that he could slide his finger inside her without any difficulty; knew that she was would be well lubricated by now.

Mesmerized, I watched as my son reached for his fly, unzipping it and taking out his stiff almost fifteen-year-old cock and stroking it in rhythm his fingers working in and out of his mother's cunt! Suddenly he bent at his hips, pointed his cock at Apoorva's crotch and a load of sperm just flew out, covering the white cotton panties covering my wife's cunt! A low moan escaped his lips as the first load hit his mother and he had enough sense to look over at me to see if I had noticed. I was prepared for this and had my eyes on the road, but I watched him from the corner of my eyes.

Satisfied for the moment, he let go of his cock, and reached over and pulled the covering gusset away. and now he could see his own mother's cunt for the first time in his life! The big, protruding lips glistening with her juices and his finger buried up to the second knuckle in it.

In the narrow screen of the mirror, I could see that his cock hadn't deflated in the least and, when he turned so he faced Apoorva, I wondered what he was up to. I didn't have to wonder for long. He scooted his hips forward and, with an effort, the tip of his cock made contact with his mother's sex! He withdrew his finger so he could enjoy the feeling of a pussy touching his cock for the first time!

As Apoorva felt the finger withdraw, she grunted a little 'Miss-pleased' sounding grunt and forced her hips up and forward and, to my son's surprise, her pussy was open enough for his cock to slip in so that the its bulbous head was all the way inside her wet cunt. He froze again at this feeling, but soon enough he took advantage of the situation that actually wasn't his doing, and started to fuck her! Once, when he got too eager, his cock slipped out and both of them groaned in frustration.

My wife bent her knees so that she came slid deeper down in the seat, making it easier for my son to get his cock in place position for penetration again. and soon almost half of his cock was again buried in my wife! It didn't take him long to shoot his virgin load in a woman's cunt… and the fact that it was his mothers didn't seem to matter to him at this moment.

By now the smell of sex was heavy in the confined space of the car but I didn't want to open a window. I just enjoyed the smell! Enjoyed the squelching sounds of my wife's wet cunt receiving another a cock other than mine, and a load of hot sperm other than mine. Sahil, being a novice to this, of course didn't know that I could smell his mother's fragrance and he was too involved in the fuck to realize that I could hear the wet, slapping sounds of his cock's pumping in his mother's cunt.

This time Sahil was longer in Cumming than the two previous times but it still wasn't much more than two or three minutes before he came in his mother's pussy for the second time. and after that, he seemed content for the time being.

As soon as he had his cock back inside his pants and had covered his mother's newly fucked pussy with her panties and saree, I turned to him.

"I don't think I can make it all the way home tonight. Why don't we stay over at the motel we just passed?" I asked innocently, as I turned around and drove the couple of kilometers back to the motel. "Try to wake your mother while I get us a room, will you?"

I went to the motel office and got us a double room. and, When I came back, Apoorva was still asleep in her corner of the backseat.

"I can't wake her, Dad. She's passed out."

I couldn't trace detect any accusation in his voice about of his mother's being drunk and unconscious but I decided that I would have a talk with him later about this.