Cross Country Taboo

Daddy, it's too tight," Chloe said after we had finished loading the Expedition. She was right, too, we had loaded up the SUV to capacity. 

"Well, sweetheart you're just going to have to deal with it," my dad replied to my sister. 

She pouted and folded her arms across her chest. 

"Fine but I'm sitting up front with you Daddy, I'm not squeezing back there with Jason and all those dirty boxes," she said with a very determined expression. 

Usually, when my sister made that face, she got her way, and I had a feeling that this time would be no exception. An argument ensued over the next few minutes between my dad, Chloe, and my mom. 

The result: Chloe got to sit up front with Dad while Mom and I were forced to squeeze into the third row of seats in the back of the Expedition. 

One would think that with a vehicle the size of a 2016 Ford Expedition there would be plenty of room for just about anything. 

In most cases, that would be a safe assumption, but we had pushed the limits of the vehicle's large capacity. Our entire lives were loaded into this car. 

My dad had gotten a huge promotion a few weeks ago, and we were all relatively happy about it. After working hard for 25 years, he had finally been given the opportunity to run his own hub. 

He works for Fed Ex as a supervisor, managing shipments and drivers out of another hub in Salt Lake City where Chloe and I were born and raised. 

This was a huge step up for my dad; there are only 25 of these large centers across the country, and now my dad was going to oversee one. 

This meant a lot more money for all of us, which of course we were excited about, but it also meant moving to Pittsburgh... 

'What the hell did I know about Pittsburgh other than their football team.' But I was determined to make the most of the situation. I had been "spinning my wheels" for the last 2 years about college and just life in general, so maybe this was a chance for me to finally get my act together. 

I had taken a few classes here and there, but nothing significant. 

Chloe, on the other hand, wasn't so happy about the move. 

She had a lot of friends in Salt Lake and, even with social media, it was hard for her to say goodbye. She even had to say goodbye to a boyfriend. 

So, we had all decided to pretty much let her have her way...even more than usual. 

Mom was happy about the move at least as far as I could tell. She had said on several occasions how great things were going to be in Pittsburgh. 

Mom had even gone so far as to get a brochure and was always reciting facts about the Steel City, which we were all getting a little tired of hearing. 

But I loved my mother and if she was happy, then so was I. Dad, of course, was thrilled about the job and even more so about the trip. In fact, it was his idea to pack everything into "The Beast," as he called our Expedition. 

Dad had decided that it would be nice to travel the country for a week and see a few sites along the way. He was the only one, however, who thought this would be a good idea. 

The new job came with a furnished house, so we didn't need a lot, but we of course brought some things of sentimental value like my grandmother's dresser. 

Also, remember that there were four of us. Each of us adults, even my younger sister, had accumulated a good number of things over the years that we couldn't or wouldn't part with. 

Since the trailer couldn't fit everything, we were forced to put things with us inside of "The Beast." 

The middle seat contained three TVs along with other electrical equipment and several boxes. We all agreed that it was the best place for that stuff so we could keep an eye on anything shuffling around; besides, it just wouldn't fit anywhere else. 

The very back part of the car had all our luggage and a few other things. That left the third row of seats for my mother and I. Dad was in the driver's seat, and Chloe sat shotgun next to him. 

Although the third row was cramped with all the luggage and boxes, there was just enough room for Mom and me to squeeze back there. 

I sat on the driver's side next to the window while Mom sat beside me. We were almost right up against each other, but it was manageable. 

Sitting down, I looked up front and realized I couldn't see anything. 

"Hey Dad, can you see us?" I raised my arm up and waved. 

"Only the top of your hand," he said, laughing a little. "It's like you two are in your own little world back there." 

He was so right. With all the televisions and boxes piled up, my dad was only a voice coming from the front. The only part that was visible was a little pathway we had made so that Mom and I could get in and out of the SUV. Mom leaned around the seat and waved to my dad. 

"Now I can see you. But as soon as you go behind the seat you guys are gone," Dad said. Mom dangled her foot out now. Dad said, "That's it, Liz. You're just a foot peeking out now. You guys are completely isolated back there." 

"It's ok baby," my mom said, putting her hand on my hand. "It'll be like our own place back here." I smiled and so did she as our eyes met for a second before she released my hand. 

I know she was just trying to make the best of it just like she always did, but there was some tension between us. Something had happened between us a few months ago, and things had been weird ever since. 

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I had always considered myself an artist. I had, in fact, written a few short stories that had been published in a small magazine. Nothing major, but I had gotten some good reviews. 

Wanting to expand my horizons a bit, I decided to take an art class. Now I can't paint worth a damn, but a creative writing teacher had told me it might be a good way to open my right brain more. 

I found that, after a few weeks, I was still a terrible painter. Maybe it was helping me to be more creative overall, but I wasn't sure. 

Deciding it just wasn't for me, I was ready to quit when I read in the curriculum that the following week there would be a nude model for us to paint. 

I decided, what the hell, I'll go one more week, maybe the model will be hot. Yes, I know that's shallow, but hey, I'm a 20-year-old, red-blooded guy. Give me a break.

So, I showed up the next week ready to paint. I was determined to give it my best shot, knowing full well that I would make a mockery out of any attempt to portray the model. I also thought...'If a man walks in, I'm out of here.' 

I had my paint brush in hand and was prepared for anything except the thing that happened. Just as the door opened, I dropped my brush onto the floor. 

I reached down to pick it up and the model passed by me, making her way toward the center of the room. 

Looking up, I got a great view of her from behind. Whoever this was, she had a great ass. The model had long dark hair that fell to halfway down her back. Her ass is what I first noticed, though, even in the robe it was evident that a perfectly shaped pair of cheeks lay within. 

The model arrived at the front of the room and turned. My chin hit the floor. It was my mom. 

The instructor introduced her, "Ladies and gentleman, this is Elizabeth, and she will be your model today." He looked at all of us. "I don't have to remind you that this is art, not porn." 

A couple of guys chuckled. "I want you all to be respectful and tasteful. This is an exercise in form. That's all I want you guys to capture today. Don't worry about her face, it's unimportant. Just focus on her form." 

He glanced over at my mom and smiled. She unbelievably gave him a wink and then disrobed. 

Her black robe fell to the floor, and she sat down on the stool and assumed a pose. Just then she looked over and saw me. Her eyes went wide, and she jumped up. 

"Is everything alright, Liz?" Barry the instructor asked. 

"Ah y-yeah," Mom said and sat back down on the stool. The sexy look she had given the class when she first disrobed was gone, and she looked right back at me, moving her hand towards her lips in a shushing gesture, her eyes fixated on me. 

If Mom was stunned, then I was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe that my own mother was completely naked in front of me. 

I can't lie; a part of me was immensely turned on. Mom was stunning. If I thought her backside was great, her front was even better.

Mom's chest was a solid D without a hint of sag, and her now hard nipples were perfect. Below those, her belly was flat and firm and her pussy only had the smallest patch of hair adorning it. 

Her legs were long and smooth, and her toenails were painted a dark red. I had to admit it...my own mom's a MILF. 

She saw me taking her all in and blushed, her tan skin getting goosebumps from both the cool of the room and her son's eyes on her. I hastily tried to focus on my painting. 

The problem was that it was expected of me to occasionally glance up and look at her. Not wanting to draw any more attention to either of us, I did my best to paint my very naked mother. 

I settled in and worked, trying to make the best out of a very awkward situation, but my cock was rock hard by this point. I had no doubt that half of the men in class had boners too. How could we not? 

Mom was beyond sexy sitting there on the stool, her blue eyes glancing at us with just the faintest hint of seduction in them. 

She had gotten comfortable and, like me, was doing her best given the circumstances. Judging by the looks she gave, I think she enjoyed making us all horny. 

I knew Mom was a bit of a flirt; it was just her nature. Dad would get mad sometimes but he had to know the woman he married. As far as I knew, though, she had never ever strayed from Dad. 

If anybody in their marriage fooled around, it would be Dad, not her. Even the teacher was taken aback by Mom's sexy body and flirtatious glances as he struggled to paint. 

Towards the end of the class, I caught Mom staring straight at me, and the look in her eyes was like nothing I had ever seen before. I understood giving everyone else seductive glances, but me? 

What was she thinking? I tried to look away but kept glancing back up there, and she was still staring right at me. 

She gave me that same seductive look and then quickly looked away. My cock was steel hard at this point, and I was ashamed. 'This is your mother, Jason. What the fuck are you thinking?' 

The internal battle between my body and my mind continued for the rest of the class. 

Mercifully, the class finally ended. Mom put her robe back on and went over to my instructor. 

They talked for a few minutes, and, to my astonishment, it looked like they were flirting. Mom glanced over at me again as I was putting my stuff into my pack and caught me looking at the two of them. 

After the events of the last hour, I couldn't get out of their fast enough. I must confess, though, the second I got home, I went straight to my room and jacked off. Knowing it was so very wrong gave me one of the best orgasms I'd had in a long time. 

Dinner that night was very uncomfortable for me. I kept my eyes down almost the entire time. When I did look up, I caught Mom staring at me. She smiled and went back to her conversation with Dad. 

That smile made it even worse. All I could think about was her fantastic body, the seductive look she gave the class, and the way that she flirted with my professor. I knew how wrong my feelings were, but I couldn't help it. 

I had always loved my mom, and she had always shown me that she loved me, but after this, I couldn't help but look at her in an entirely different light. 

I tried so hard to not think of my mom in an inappropriate way but, try as I might, Mom had become an object of sex to me, and I was deeply ashamed. 

Over the next few months, things got a little stranger between us. Mom became different around me. One day, I was on my computer watching a video or something when Mom got out of the shower. 

There was nobody home except us. She came over to my door and asked me a question. 

"Honey, what time do you have class tomorrow? I might need you to pick up something from the store for me." 

I turned to reply and froze. Mom was standing in my doorway stark naked, her skin glistening wet from the shower. She smiled, noticing me looking at her. 

"Oh, Jason, we both know you've already seen me naked. Stop staring at your mother," she scolded, still smiling. It was as if she wanted me to look. 

"Ah, I have class at 10 tomorrow," I managed to say. 

"Good, I'll put a list on the kitchen table before you leave." 

She turned and slowly walked away towards her bedroom. Maybe it was because of my newfound obsession with my mother, but it looked to me as though she was shaking her ass for me. What an ass it was, though. 

These little accidents continued to happen. Another time, we were out by the pool and Mom was sunbathing while I was reading a book. Without a word, she reached behind her back and undid her top, exposing her fabulous tits. 

She never looked over at me, but at one point I saw her smile as I desperately tried not to stare. 

Finally, another time, after I had taken a shower, I was standing in front of the mirror shaving when she just burst into the bathroom. 

"Mom, I'm naked," I said, trying to cover myself with my hands. She just smiled and said,

"Oh come on, honey, I changed your diapers when you were a baby, I've seen all of you before. Besides, now we're even." As she said this, I couldn't help but notice her staring at my cock. Then she glanced back up at me. 

Now, I am big. Maybe not porn star big but a solid 8 inches and I have never once had complaints from any of my girlfriends. 

So I was quite proud to have her see my cock after everything that had happened over the last few months. Then reality hit me, and I said to myself, 'Come on man, this is your own mother. Get ahold of yourself.' 

I did try to stop the evil thoughts from creeping in, but having her sit there and talk to me while I was completely naked was too much for me. As hard as I tried to prevent it, my cock began to rise. 

Mom kept talking to me about Dad and my sister and a whole bunch of other family related things, but all I could do was try to keep my cock from getting harder. 

It was surreal as I stood there, shaving, listening to her talk with my cock sticking straight up. Mom kept talking, but I caught her stealing glances at my cock. 

Then she started asking me questions about my girlfriends and if I was a virgin. I blushed, of course, and told her that I hadn't been that for a long time. It was weird enough having her ask me about my love life, but the fact that she was asking while I was naked with a hard on was just crazy. 

The tension in the bathroom started to get thick. Then we heard the front door open, probably my sister coming home. 

Mom got up to go, but as she was leaving, she seductively bit her lip and smiled, saying, "Jason, you better take care of that honey, it looks like it hurts." She left without another word. 

I swear I heard her say as she went down the hall, "Holy fuck, it's huge." 

As soon as she was gone, I locked the door and did just that. In about 30 seconds I was blasting a huge load right into the bathtub. I turned on the water and rinsed my cum down the drain and thought about what had just happened. 

This was all too much for me; I didn't know what to think now. The next week, Dad got the news about his promotion, and everything became about moving. I had almost forgotten about the last few months until she got into the car and sat next to me. 

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So, there I was, sitting next to the woman I had been obsessing about for the last couple of months. The woman who had shown me her body on several occasions and who had seen my very rigid cock just last week. The woman who was also my own mother. 

I was very anxious as she tried to get herself comfortable. She was wearing a pair of short shorts and a tank top that showed a lot of her voluptuous tits. 

On her feet were a pair of flip flops. I couldn't help but look at her long tanned legs and painted toenails as she crossed them next to me. 

Just her presence next to me was making me very nervous. Dad said, "Okay, everybody ready?"

Everyone responded with a, "Yes." Mom and I had to talk loudly for him to hear us all the way in the back. 

"Alright, then, next stop isn't for 4 hours, so everybody gets comfortable." With that, we began our journey across the country. 

Everything was relatively normal for the first half hour or so. I tried to get comfortable with Mom sitting next to me. I started to play a game on my phone and, after a while, I decided I was going to read my Kindle. 

As I was moving my phone, I dropped it on the seat next to Mom. I quickly reached over to grab it and brushed Mom's bare leg. It was completely by accident. 

The feeling was electric. To this day, I don't know how I became so bold, but I left my hand there for a few seconds and gently caressed her leg with the tips of my fingers. Mom let out a soft moan. 

She didn't say anything else. I half expected her to yell at me or move my hand away, but she didn't do either; she just let me caress her leg for a few seconds. 

I guess she could have thought it was an accident, but I don't believe so. My cock immediately began to rise in my pants. Having almost no control over my hand, I kept ever so gently rubbing the side of her leg. 

After about 30 seconds, I got nervous and moved my hand away...after all this was my own mother! I grabbed my Kindle from the seat and started to look at it. 

Pretending to look over my collection of books, I just sat there with a huge boner thinking about what I had just done. 'Come on, dude, this is your mother, what the hell is wrong with you,' I thought for the millionth time that month. 

'Yeah, but her leg felt incredible and just look at her, she's a fucking goddess!' I could almost see the little angel and devil on each shoulder duking it out as they had been for months. 

This was the first time Mom and I had been this close together since the bathroom, and all I could think about was what she said as she was leaving. 

'Had my mom really been looking at my raging cock that day? Was I crazy or had she been subtly flirting with me ever since the art class?' 

These thoughts raced in my head as I sat there next to her. 

Now, I have taken enough psychology classes to know of the Freudian theory about parents and children, but my thoughts had gone far beyond any of that, and now my actions had caught up. I was both ashamed and turned on as I sat there pretending to look at an eBook. This kept up for a few minutes before I lowered my right hand onto my own leg as I held the Kindle with my left. Mom then answered everything for me.

She grabbed my right hand and put it directly on her bare leg about mid-thigh. I couldn't believe it. Mom had essentially made the first definitive move. 

Completely nervous, I froze. Although she was telling me with her actions that it was okay, I was still afraid to do anything else. I didn't look over at her, keeping my eyes on the electronic book. 

After a few minutes of my hand just resting on her leg, Mom once again acted as the aggressor, grabbing my hand and starting to move it up and down on her leg. 

I was stunned as I kept fighting my internal battle of good vs. evil, but it took all of about 10 seconds for evil to finally win. I began to caress her leg of my own volition. 

I gently rubbed up and down and moved my hand in circles, causing goosebumps to form on her beautifully tanned thigh. Once again, Mom let out a subtle moan. 

This continued for a while as we sat in the back seat. Mom started shaking a bit; I think she was as nervous as I was. My hand inevitably began to move further up her leg towards her pussy. 

Her left hand then came over to my crotch. I gasped slightly as Mom began to massage my cock through my jeans. I couldn't believe what was happening. I felt like I was living a fantasy. Suddenly, the music went down and Dad called back to us, 

"Hey, your sister wants to stop for something to drink and some road supplies, okay? There's a Sheetz up ahead." 

Hearing my dad, we both moved our hands back and straightened up in the seat. 

"Okay, honey, that'll be fine," Mom said. She looked over at me and our eyes met. I was overcome with emotion and lust. I wanted to kiss her, but I also felt ashamed. 

After hearing my dad, the reality of what we'd been doing set in. I think Mom felt it too as her eyes looked at me with the same expression she had given the art class. Then her hand went to her lips in a shushing gesture just like in the art class. 

I was confident that Dad and Chloe couldn't see us in the back or could even hear us with the music playing but nonetheless I was still a bit worried. 

Dad pulled the car into the Sheetz, and we all got out, stretching our legs and arms after having traveled for about an hour. 

We got drinks and some snacks while Dad topped off the tank of the SUV. We all went to the bathroom. While Mom and Chloe were in the restroom, Dad asked, "So, how are you two getting along back there?"

For a second I didn't know how to answer, but I quickly caught myself and said, "Good, it's nice to spend some time with Mom. But we're mostly just reading our Kindles. I was even thinking about taking a nap." 

"Okay, but maybe you want to talk to your mother, Jason. You might be leaving home soon, and the two of you have been acting weird around each other for a while. Maybe it's time you two got over whatever it is between you two?" 

I was shocked that even my dad had noticed the tension between Mom and me. How did he know? And if he knew it...then Chloe must know too? 

"S-sure Dad we'll try to talk." Then I added, "Could you keep the radio up though? I don't want Chloe to know what Mom and I are talking about. She's got enough things to worry about with the move and all." 

"Got ya covered, son," Dad said with a wink. 

'Sometimes Dad was an ass, but other times he could be a pretty okay guy,' I thought. Little did he know what had been going on in the back seat just minutes before. 

Neither he nor I knew it at that moment, but he would be unknowingly helping me to seduce my mom. The music was the perfect cover.

We all climbed back into the Expedition, only now Mom sat a little further away from me, and she didn't make eye contact with me. 

I quickly figured that she felt guilty about what had happened before and I didn't try to press anything. I was a little hurt, though. Almost like when you don't know if a girl likes you or not. 

We sat there for a few minutes not saying a word. Dad turned up the radio a bit, and I was confident that neither he nor my sister could now see or hear anything in the back seat. 

Remember, we were way in the back of the huge SUV. Finally, I looked over at Mom and said, "Dad wants us to talk." 

She looked over at me for a second and then turned back forward, "About what?" she questioned flatly. 

"About the weirdness between us." 

Again, she sharply looked at me, only this time she didn't turn away. "He knows?" she said, wide eyed. 

"No no not about any of..." my voice trailed away. I didn't know how to verbalize it, so I just continued. 

"He knows that you and I have been acting strange lately is all, and he thought we should talk about it."

She didn't say anything as she processed the information. She turned forward again and slowly said, 

"H-how did you feel in the art class?" 

I was dumbfounded. This was not the question I had expected her to ask. I paused for a second and closed my eyes, figuring there was no use in lying at this point. 

"At first I was shocked. Actually, I'm still a little dazed thinking about it. But after a while I got..." I stopped, unable to go on.

"You what?" she asked, turning back to me with an expression of interest. 

"I..I got turned on," I finally said. Now it was my turn to look away, my cheeks flush with embarrassment. 

"Tell me more," Mom said, now turning herself toward me. 

"Well, I was supposed to be just drawing your form. But I don't think there was a guy in class that could focus on his artwork. Mom, you really do have a phenomenal body," I said.

She blushed and said, "Go on."

"I did my best to try and draw, but I was too fucked up over the situation to actually draw anything but an outline." 

Seeing her puzzled look, I added, "Well, I started to really get turned on. I-I got hard." I looked up at her; she was still staring at me only now she was biting her lip. 

I continued, "I didn't know what to do or feel. On the one hand here was this sexy woman naked right in front of me, but on the other hand she was my mom! What the hell was I supposed to do? I knew I was expected to draw you and keep sex out of it, but I was so turned on I couldn't help it. But I was also ashamed because...you know..." 

She shook her head, "No, what?"

I replied "You know. You're my..." I paused, "my mom. I'm not supposed to get turned on by my own mother." There, I said it. The elephant in the room or, in this case, the car, was out. 

She didn't say anything for a minute then asked, "Jason, have you been fantasizing about me?" 

I was flabbergasted. My jaw dropped open; I didn't know what to say. Mom just let the question hang out there for a bit. I looked down towards my feet in embarrassment and whispered, 

"Yes."

I kept my eyes down for a long while until I felt a hand on my shoulder and Mom turned me toward her. Still not looking up, I heard her say, 

"Fuck it." 

She lifted my head up and said, "Jason, I have a confession to make as well. Now look at me, honey."

I did, and she said, "Ever since that day in the bathroom all I can think about is your huge cock." 

My eyes widened, "What?" She smiled and nodded.

"It's true, and if I am really honest, it had been building before that. Honey, that day in the art class I was stunned to see you too. I knew you took classes there, but I didn't know you took art classes."

I smiled, "Yeah, I only took it because of my creative writing teacher and, really, I'm not that good, so there was never anything to really talk about. Mom, I never knew you modeled." 

She smiled, "It's something I keep secret from even your father. If he knew he would go ballistic but I enjoy it, and since we're being so honest, I like watching boys get all worked up over me. 

It made me feel young and desired again." She looked down for a second and sighed. Then she said, "I know it's wrong, but I liked the way you looked at me too." 

She glanced up front toward Dad. Even though we couldn't see him, I knew who she was looking at. "Your father hasn't looked at me that way in a long time. Then there was that day at the pool. Do you remember?" 

I smiled, "Ah, yeah, how could I forget?" Now she smiled. 

"The truth is, I was looking at you first." Now she blushed. "After I caught you looking at me, I thought I would give you another show," she said sheepishly. 

"I'm embarrassed to say it now, and I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't help myself." Then she gave me a seductive smile and said, "And by the way, you have a pretty good body too." My cheeks were beet red now, and I didn't know how to respond.

Both of us having confessed to each other, we just sat there for a minute, neither of us knowing how to proceed from there. 

Finally, I said nervously, "Mom, what did you mean when you said all you could think about was my..." I didn't finish, couldn't actually say the word to her.

"Cock," she said matter-of-factly. I blushed again. 

"Yes, cock."

She looked up front again and then turned back to me and said. "Ah, shit I'm going to hell for this. How 'bout I just show you what I'm talking about?"

With that, she grabbed me and kissed me. Mom and I, of course, had kissed before, but not like this. This was a kiss no mother should ever give to her son. It was passionate and rough, both of us giving into our forbidden desires as our mouths locked. 

Our tongues explored each other's mouths as we embraced. There was something primal and intense about our kiss. We both knew at that moment how wrong it was, but we didn't care. 

Months of built up lust and desire came out in that instant. We both forgot about where we were and just gave into our taboo desires. 

My hand went to her breasts as we kissed and soon I had my hand inside of her tank top, feeling her incredible nipples. 

Mom was not wearing a bra, and her hard nipples felt fantastic as my fingers gently caressed her aureoles. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as I played with her hard nipples. 

We continued to make out for a minute or two, finally coming apart and looking each other directly in the eyes. 

"Wow," I said smiling.

"Wow indeed," she said. The tension between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I was in heaven. This was happening. I couldn't believe it. 

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," Mom said. 

"Me too," I said and kissed her again. At first, she gave in and kissed me back, once again our mutual lust and passion taking over. Then she pulled away. 

"Wait honey. We should stop. This is too much. I shouldn't have let things go this far." She looked up towards the front. 

"Your father and sister are right there and I'm your mother."

I too looked up front and sighed, "You're right I guess." 

Mom, seeing my crestfallen look, put a hand on my cheek. "I'm sorry baby, but it's just too much." She moved back to the seat a few inches to where she was before and tried to settle in. 

I did my best to get comfortable as well. The problem for me was that my cock was rock hard at this point, and I just couldn't get relaxed. 

I kept squirming in my seat, trying to adjust myself a few times. 

The combination of looking over at Mom's great legs and the near miss we just had kept my cock raging in my pants. Finally, Mom reached into her purse and grabbed a few tissues. 

"Here, baby, go ahead and take of that," she said, handing me the tissues and pointing towards my crotch. 

"What? Right here?" I said looking around. 

She sighed as if she was coming to a decision then she turned to me and smiled. "Nobody can see back here honey, and I don't mind. You really do look uncomfortable." 

I was once again dumbstruck. Mom was giving me permission to jack off right in front of her in a moving car with my dad and sister only feet away in the front. 

"Are you sure Mom? You know what I'm going to do?" I asked, wanting to be entirely sure that my next action was sanctioned. 

"Yes, baby, go ahead. It's okay. I promise." She smiled but now there was a different look on her face, one of hunger and anticipation. 

She bit her lip seductively. "Go ahead, Jason, it's okay."

Waiting for just a second, I took a deep breath and then reached down and unbuttoned my pants. Then I slowly unzipped my fly. 

"ZZZZZZZZIIIIIIPPPPP." 

Slowly the sound of my zipper coming down filled the backseat. I looked up towards the front as it sounded louder than I wanted it too but nobody seemed to notice as the music was still playing loud up there. 

I looked over at her as I finished unzipping my fly and spread open my jeans. With no jeans to confine it, my cock was now straining against my boxers, and there was a wet spot from the pre-cum directly at the tip of the fly. 

"Keep going, baby," Mom said eagerly. 

With my heart pounding, I reached into my boxers and released my rock-hard cock. Mom gasped as my dick was now out and in its full glory. 

The mushroom head was purple it was so hard. Slowly, I reached my hand down and began to stroke my cock up and down. 

I looked over at Mom's perfect legs as I moved my hand up and down on my dick. I was in absolute heaven sitting there with my rigid cock out, slowly stroking, looking at my mother's beautiful tanned legs. 

She dangled her shoe off the end of her toes and then finally let it drop to the floor of the car. 

Then she uncrossed her legs and leaned back onto the seat, running her hand up and down her tits and flat belly. I realized she was as turned on by this as I was. 

Soon, it became clear that Mom wasn't just going to let me jack off in front of her, but she was going to give me a show. I was in heaven.

"Oh god this is so naughty," she whispered. 

Mom never took her eyes off my cock as I continued to stroke my dick right next to her in the car. 

I kept slowly stroking for a few minutes, just taking in the site of my mother's fantastic body. 

I began to work faster as I watched Mom run her hands up and down her body next to me on the seat. Then Mom grabbed the bottom of her tank top and began to move it up her body. 

She brought it up to the bottom of her tits, revealing her sexy navel and flat tummy. She looked up into my eyes and said. "More?"

"Oh fuck please," I said, furiously stroking my cock now. Mom started to lift her shirt higher, almost revealing the nipples beneath, and stopped. 

"Are you sure, honey?" she smiled seductively. 

"Oh come on, please, Mom," I begged. 

"Okay, but only if you're sure," she smiled wickedly. "Are you really sure honey?" Mom teased.

"Oh, Jesus, Mom, please," I said, needing to see her tits as I ferociously jacked my cock next to her. 

With that, she pulled her tank top completely off, revealing her perfect tits to me. The site of her flawless breasts and nipples had me speeding towards orgasm. 

If my dad or sister had looked back at that moment, they would have seen my mom's arms go up, and her shirt come off. 

I was pounding my cock desperately now, wanting - no, needing - to cum. Then I heard Mom say something under her breath, "Oh shit, I'm going to hell." 

She reached over and grabbed my hand - the same hand that was stroking my cock. 

"M-Mom what are you doing?" I asked both in surprise and frustration. I had been so close before she stopped me. I could feel my sperm rising in my cock. Now it began to subside. 

"Take off your pants, honey," Mom said, adjusting herself on the seat. 

"O-Okay," I said, lifting my ass up and sliding my jeans and boxers over my wet and rigid cock. I kicked off my shoes and pulled them completely off now. 

"Now lean back against the door facing me," Mom instructed. I was sure I knew what was going to happen next and I wasn't disappointed.

I was now leaning against the driver's side of the car with no pants on facing my mother with a rigid cock. Mom climbed onto the seat and laid onto her belly, her huge tits pressing against the seat and her head in my lap.

"Oh fuck I can't believe I'm about to do this." Mom said. 

"Oh my god," I moaned as her tongue reached out and licked the tip of my cock. I jumped a bit at the feeling of her tongue on my dick. Quickly, I looked up towards the front of the car and was satisfied that nobody could see what was going on. 

I pulled up my shirt, exposing my stomach. 

Then Mom started to slowly lick my cock. She worked her tongue down towards my balls and then took each one in her mouth, making a popping sound as she released each swollen ball from her lips. 

With her left hand, she unhurriedly massaged my cock up and down while she licked and sucked my balls. 

This was beyond incredible. I had never been given a blowjob like this before. Some of the girls I had been with were pretty good, but I realized I was now in the presence of a master. 

Mom really knew how to prolong the fellatio. 

After finishing with my balls, she licked up the shaft and ran her tongue all around the ridge of the tip, making a complete circle around the mushroom head. 

Mom was fantastic! I felt shivers of pleasure run up and down my spine because of what Mom was doing to my cock. 

Then Mom truly blew my mind. She raised her head above my cock and took a deep breath, bringing her entire head down upon my dick. The incredible feeling of my cock sliding over my mom's tongue and deep into the back of her throat made me involuntarily moan. 

I couldn't believe it - my own mother was deep throating me and it felt beyond incredible. I thrust my hips upward and drove my cock even further down Mom's throat. 

Her eyes went wide and she made a sound that was muffled by my huge cock inside of her mouth. 

Unbelievably she held it there for at least a minute before finally withdrawing her head and coming up for air. 

"HUUUUUUUHHHHHH!!" 

The sound of her gasping for air. Then she began to cough and choke, spitting on my cock. A line of saliva ran from her mouth back down to my cock. She kept stroking it up and down with her fresh spit. The volume on the music up front went down, and my dad asked worriedly, "What's wrong back there?" 

"N-nothing Dad. Mom's soda just went down the wrong pipe. She's ok now." Mom didn't respond because she had gone back to sucking my cock. I was barely able to talk it felt so good.

"I think she just tried to drink too fast." Mom had gagged herself on my cock again and then came back up coughing and spitting once more. The sounds of her caused my dad to become even more worried. 

"Liz, are you alright?" Dad asked my mom. Mom quickly responded, her hand still jacking my cock. 

"Y-yeah I'm okay honey I just swallowed too much is all." The innuendo was not lost on me. 

"Are you sure? Sounds like you were really choking." Mom then quickly wiped the spit from her chin as best she could and turned around on the seat. 

Then she poked her head around and smiled up at my dad, careful to only poke her head around as she was still topless. 

"I'm okay, honey, thanks. I feel better now. It just went down the wrong pipe like Jason said." Her hand couldn't quite reach my cock in the position she was in, but she gently rubbed my calf and foot as she spoke to my dad.

"Okay." Satisfied, he turned the music back up and went back to concentrating on the road. 

Mom turned back to me and looked at me as we both giggled a little after the close call. 

I noticed some saliva that she had missed dripping off her chin. I wonder if Dad had seen. He probably thought it was just from Mom choking on her pop. 

I looked down at my now very wet and raging cock and said, "Well, are you gonna finish what you started?" 

Mom smiled devilishly and lay back down on the seat, her head diving back into my lap. She went back to sucking my cock with a ferocity now, working it with her mouth, tongue and hands. Then I heard my sister ask,Mom, are you laying down?" I realized in horror that Chloe could see Mom's bare feet hanging off the edge of the seat. 

In between her sucking my cock, Mom responded, 

"Yeah, baby I'm a little tired. Your brother was gracious enough to let me lay on his lap." She kept sucking, jerking, and kissing my cock while she talked to Chloe. 

"Okay, Mom. I think I might do the same." She must have then lowered her seat back, but I couldn't really tell, and I didn't care at that point. My cum was building. 

Mom kept up her assault on my cock for another minute or so until..."M-mom I'm cumming," I said, trying to be as quiet as possible.

My mom released my cock from her mouth and slid forward a bit, getting up on her knees on the seat. Then she started jacking my cock up and down furiously. 

"Don't stop. Please don't stop," I instructed, feeling my cum rising up my shaft.

Mom kept stroking my cock as hard and fast as she could. "OH god," I cried out, louder than I wanted to. 

I could feel my cock begin to pulse. 'This is going to be incredible,' I thought. I was so turned on by the entire situation that I already knew this was going to be an immense load of cum. 

Suddenly, my cock erupted. 

The first few huge ropes of cum shot up into the air so high and so forcefully that they almost touched the roof of the car. We were both literally showered with cum. 

It sounded like pouring water onto leather as my jism struck the seats and floor. Much of it also landed on my mother, mostly in her hair while some hit my bare legs and stomach. 

If Dad or Chloe had looked back at that moment they would've easily seen the ropes of cum rising above the seats. 

My cock continued to erupt and Mom aimed my spurting cock at her face, her mouth open wide. 

Streams of sperm kept shooting from my engorged cock directly at her face, some of it hitting her nose, cheeks, chin, and her open mouth. 

Mom swallowed my cum greedily and opened her mouth again, hoping to catch more of the seemingly endless jism erupting from my cock. 

Mom kept jerking and squeezing my dick, trying to coax every bit of sperm she could from my cock. No lie, I continuously came for 20 seconds straight. I couldn't believe I had that much sperm inside of me. The music went down again.

"Are you two sure you're okay back there?" my dad asked as the last drops of cum were still spewing from my cock. 

"Y-Yeah, Dad. Sorry, Mom j-just a-accidently hit me in t-the balls," I groaned. As my cum subsided, Mom began to suck my now very sensitive cock. It was all I could do not to scream.

"You watch your language around your mother," Dad said sternly. 

'If he only knew what was actually going on at that moment.'

"S-sooory Dad," I cried out. 

The feeling of her tongue on my sensitive cock was like pain and ecstasy at the same time. Every guy knows how sensitive the tip is right after cumming. 

Mom finally released my cock from her mouth. With cum dripping down her face and chin, she responded to Dad. 

"It's my fault, Bill. I was trying to get comfortable on the seat and when I moved my elbow I hit him in the crotch," Mom said as drops of sperm started to roll off her face. 

It was so sexy watching her talk to my dad with my sperm plastered all over her face.

"In fact, I think we might change positions again," she said to Dad and started to get up onto the seat. 

The top of her head was just barely visible above the seat. She looked down at her shorts and pointed to her pussy and whispered to me, "Oh god, honey, we really should stop but I figure we're already going to hell after this. I wanna do something else now." 

She paused, "I know this is so wrong, but would you lick my pussy?"

With her kneeling on the seat, the top of her head was visible and so was the cum staining her hair. "Mom sit down," I whispered. 

"Okay, you two, but find a comfortable position back there and stay there, it's not good to have you bouncing all around while I'm driving," Dad said sternly. 

Mom made a gesture with her hands of mimicking his talking while she made a face. We giggled a little. 

"Mom, I can't believe we are doing this!" I said.

She smiled, "I know. We are so bad. Your father and sister right there," she said, pointing towards the front of the car. 

We managed to switch positions and now it was my turn to lay on the seat while Mom leaned against the door. Dad turned the radio back up and resumed his focus on the road while I focused on helping Mom remove her shorts. 

She unbuttoned her jean shorts and slowly spread them open, revealing the top of her pussy to me. She lifted her ass up so that I could slide them down her perfect legs and over her feet.

Mom then moved her ass further up onto the seat than I had been leaning so that only her head was resting against the side of the car as she spread her legs for me. 

Looking at my naked mother sprawled on the seat with her legs spread and my cum all over her face and hair, I stopped to take a mental picture. I wanted to freeze time and never leave that moment. 

I started slowly, beginning with Mom's tits. I took each one in my mouth, sucking and licking her perfect nipples. I realized that 20 years ago, I had sucked on these very nipples for nourishment as a child. Now I sucked on them with the same voracity only for a very different reason. 

I worked my tongue down her body, gently kissing and caressing her flat toned belly, finally making my way down to her pussy. 

Mom squirmed even further into the seat, placing her bare feet up onto the tops of both rows of seats. If Chloe or Dad had looked back, they would have seen Mom's feet up on each seat, and there would be questions, but Mom didn't seem to care, and I had bigger fish to fry, so to speak. 

I began by licking below her pussy a bit, running my tongue all over her lips. Mom was almost entirely shaved except for a small landing strip above her vagina. I licked all around using my fingers and tongue to gently massage her pussy lips. 

She was already wet from everything else we had done but I had her almost gushing.

Finally, when I was satisfied she was ready, I worked my tongue into her pussy, placing my lips over her cunt lips and created a suction. 

Then I stuck my tongue in and used it in a swirling motion. I'd used this technique before...I call it "The Suck and Swirl." It works every single time and Mom was no exception. 

In minutes, she was writhing in ecstasy. I had to put my hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Her eyes went wide, and she muffled a moan under my hand. 

I released her mouth and brought my hand down, keeping up the furious licking I was giving her cunt. I moved my hand to her asshole and gently ran my finger around the hole. This was more than she could take and Mom cried out loudly, 

"Oh, fuck!"

Once again the music went down, and Dad said, 

"Okay, what the fuck is wrong now." 

"S-sorry honey b-but I gotta go to the bathroom," Mom lied shakily, trying to come up with a reason for her cries of pleasure. I kept up my assault on her pussy just as she had done to me when I was talking to Dad. 

I knew it was risky but I just couldn't help myself. Somehow, Dad didn't notice Mom's feet up on the top of the seat or he just couldn't see them. 

"Okay fine then. I saw a sign before. There is a rest stop in about 5 or 6 miles do you think you can hold it that long?" Dad said.

"Y-yeah. I THINK SOOO," Mom said, almost screaming as I worked on her cunt with my tongue and fingers.

"Jesus, you really must have to go," Dad said, a bit of worry in his voice now. 

"Oh honey, you have no idea," Mom said, her legs now coming down off the seat and wrapping around my body. 

"Hurry, baby," Mom whispered to me. 

I kept going, working my tongue faster and harder, almost cramping up now, but I had to give her an orgasm. Especially after the one she had given me. 

Another minute of work and her eyes opened wide. She whispered again, "Oh fuck, baby, I'm cumming." 

I wasn't prepared for what would happen next. Mom's legs squeezed around me like a vice, and her entire body began to shake as her orgasm hit her. 

Then she squirted which was a first for me. It hit me right in the face, splashing across my mouth and chin then dripping down onto the seat. 

She was still whimpering in pleasure when Dad announced, "Okay only about a mile now." 

"Okay Dad" I answered for Mom, who was incapable of saying anything just then.

"Is your Mom alright son?" Dad asked. 

"Yeah, she just really needs to go to the bathroom." 

"Well, it won't be long now. We're almost there."

Finally, Mom's orgasm subsided, and she laid back into the seat breathlessly. She looked up at me and smiled. I moved in and we kissed passionately. 

"That was fucking great," Mom said as we kissed like lovers. Then I remembered Dad would be pulling into the rest stop any second now. 

"Shit, Mom, we gotta get dressed!" Her eyes went wide with realization, and we both sat up in the seat, scrambling to get our clothes back on. Trying not to sit up too high, I was barely able to pull my jeans back up. 

Mom, being a little more limber than myself, easily put her jean shorts back on without too much trouble. 

As I was getting dressed I looked down at the seat. It was covered in little spots of cum from my eruption and mixing with that was mom's squirt and our mutual sweat. 

The leather seat was shiny and sticky now but I didn't have time to worry about it we would just have to take care of it later. 

I was just putting my shoes back on when Dad pulled into the rest stop. Suddenly I noticed my boxers on the floor. 'Shit, I forgot to put them back on.' "Mom," I said, pointing down on the floor.

She gasped, then said, "Just kick them under the seat. You can get em later." I did as instructed. Then I noticed Mom's face and hair. 

"Mom you're still covered in cum," I whispered. It was too late, Dad had just pulled into the parking space of the rest area. "Don't worry about it," Mom smiled, but she looked a little worried. 

She reached into her purse, grabbed a couple of Kleenex, and very quickly tried to wipe her face. It didn't do much good; her makeup was smeared and drops of dried cum were all over her face and neck. It would have to be enough though. 

"Shit where's my shoes?" she whispered, looking around. They must have been kicked under the seat as well but there was no time to look for them now. 

As soon as Dad turned off the car, Mom scrambled over me and went to the door. She jumped out and ran towards the bathroom, her bare feet smacking against the pavement. 

"Damn, she really must have to go," Dad said, getting out of the vehicle. Then he turned back and asked.

"Was she crying?" 

"I don't think so Dad. I just think she really had to go to the bathroom." 

Taking a deep breath, I sat back in the seat and smiled. I had no idea this trip would turn out like this, and we were barely getting started. 

Fulfilling my wildest fantasy in just the first few hours of the road trip, I smiled, thinking. 

'There is a long way to go.' With that, I too began to climb out of the car. 

To be continued...