MOM'S SWEATY RIDE 

"Hey, watch it," my dad said as I accidently bumped him with a box of my clothes.

We were loading his Jeep Cherokee with everything in the world that I owned. All of my stuff from my failed stay in California with my aunt and uncle.

A couple of months ago, I had moved out here using a rented U-Haul with the few bucks I had saved from mowing lawns during the summer.

The plan was for me to stay here and commute to USC to study biology. Unfortunately, that plan had failed completely.

Two weeks ago, my uncle got severely injured on his job. They had to move specialized equipment into the house and no longer had any room for me.

The doctor bills were going to be high, and they couldn't afford for me to stay there now.

I didn't have the money to live on campus, which put my dreams of attending USC on hold.

Our current plan was for me to move back home and try to find a community college so I could at least complete my basic courses, and then save enough to try again in a few years.

Needless to say, I was disappointed. So being careful with my boxes of stuff wasn't exactly on top of my mind.

"Don't listen to your father, honey. He just hates doing anything that doesn't involve watching football and drinking beer." She gave him a sour look.

My dad was a big guy - almost 300 pounds. He had played college football, and if it wasn't for a knee injury, he might have had a shot at going pro.

Over the years, though, a lot of that muscle had turned to fat. Even so, he was still strong and was an imposing figure to most people.

"I know, Mom. This just sucks, that's all."

"Don't worry, sweetie, we'll make this work and figure things out."

She gave me hug, and as she did, I couldn't help but notice the difference between her and my father.

She had never let herself go, and, even though she was nearing 40, her body was as tight as a 20-year-old.

Pilates and yoga kept her body firm, and her natural C's felt as firm as ever against my chest as she hugged me.

"Stop it," I thought. "She is your mom." I shook those thoughts from my mind.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. Just thinking about this whole situation. It's not going to work with all of this stuff in the Jeep."

"Your father will figure something out."

Well, he didn't, and it wasn't his fault either - there simply wasn't enough room for the three of us and all of my stuff.

We tried moving things around, but it was no use.

The only place my television would fit was in the front seat half in the foot well and a half on the seat.

We were worried it might get damaged in the back with all of my other stuff. So the three of us were down to basically 2 seats and a small space next to the boxes piled on the back seat.

"There's no way I'm going to fit in the back with one of you," my dad said. He was right of course, and that left us with no other option but for me and mom to squeeze into the back together.

Though not as big as my dad, at 6'1" and 205 pounds I wasn't exactly small either. My mom being just 5'1" and about 100 pounds made it easier, but it was still going to be a tight fit no matter what.

"Okay," she said, "we'll make do back here." Mom shot my dad another dirty look.

I didn't know, but something must've happened in the two months that I was away. I knew they weren't as close as they used to be, but this was new.

Mom squeezed in between the boxes and me, and we got started on our 30-hour trip across the country.

After about an hour and a half, my mom said, "This isn't going to work."

I knew exactly what she meant. We could barely move our arms as we were packed together tightly next to the boxes and other stuff.

"I want to try something," she said. My mom then shifted over and sat on my lap. Instantly relief came over me as my arms were finally free and at least I could breathe a little better.

She was sitting almost sideways with her legs toward the passenger side of the Jeep her ass and vagina perched directly over my cock. She smiled down at me.

"That's much better don't you think Tommy," she asked still smiling down at me.

"It's not too bad," I said and meant it. Mom felt lovely and warm on my lap. Even in the heat, I didn't mind her sitting there one bit.

"What's going on Kim?" my dad asked.

"We had to switch positions," my mom told him.

"We were way too tight on that seat. I'm sitting on your son's lap."

"Are you sure you two are comfortable like that?"

"It's like having a beautiful butterfly on my lap," I said. "She doesn't hardly weigh anything."

I honestly wasn't trying to say anything that I thought would embarrass her. I really did mean what I said.

I'm proud of my mother. She really is pretty, and, at only 100 pounds or so, having her on my lap was not a bother at all.

Unfortunately, at that moment two things happened that would steer the course of what was to come over the next couple of days.

The first thing was my mom blushed at my compliment. The second, my cock began to act of its own accord.

With my mom sitting on my lap, I could feel her ass and smell her perfume, and my cock instantly started to rise.

I swear I tried to stop it. I tried to think of anything other than what was happening on my lap. The more I tried the harder it got.

* * * * *

I wasn't excited about this trip. Of course, I wanted to see my son, and I would do anything to help my boy, but things had become very rocky at home with my husband.

We got married right out of high school, madly and passionately in love. Ben was the star football player with a scholarship, and I was the cheerleader.

I wasn't your typical dumb cheerleader, though. I wanted to major in marine biology and my grades never went below a 3.5. We were the perfect All-American couple. For a couple of years anyway.

Then Ben hurt his knee freshman year in college. He had gone out drinking with his frat buddies and fell off of the stands on the football field.

Thankfully he didn't get hurt worse than he did. He suffered a head injury in addition to his broken knee.

Due to the head trauma, he would never be able to play football again, even if he had regained full use of his knee. The accident also caused him to lose his sense of smell.

I never stopped loving him, and supported him as much as I could. But Ben became sullen. He brooded about what could have been, and there was a very rough time when he drank a lot and got into fights at the local bars.

Ben also cheated on me at least a few times. He admitted as much one night in a drunken, weepy daze.

I almost left him then. I was devastated, and went out and made a mistake. I met a handsome biology professor from the same college.

He had noticed me but never made a move because Ben and I were together. I wasn't one of his students so it wasn't as scandalous as it sounds.

We had a very sexual affair for about two weeks. This only magnified the other problem with Ben, he used to fuck me two or three times a day, but since the accident, he barely touched me.

We used to have a decent sexual relationship. Ben's dick was plenty big enough for me, so I never had a reason to complain other than wishing he was more adventurous. Therefore, it was even more hurtful to me that he had cheated.

The professor, though, had absolutely no inhibitions. The two of us did things Ben never would have done.

He loved sucking my pussy and was the only man who had ever made me squirt. He also was the first and only guy to take me in the ass. Ben said that eating pussy and anal fucking were disgusting.

I have to admit it, but I was always more sexual than Ben. Don't necessarily call me a slut, but I definitely don't have as many inhibitions as most people. The affair didn't last very long with the professor.

I found out he was married too, and his wife figured out about us. Feeling like I had gotten even with Ben, and let's be honest I still loved him very much, we decided to give it another shot.

I decided that maybe a baby would solve our problems, and it did.

Nine months later, Tommy was born, and, over the next 15 years, things were good. Sure, like every couple we had our problems, but nothing like early on in the marriage.

Ben became obsessed with his son growing up to play football and do what he could never do: play in the NFL.

It was not until a couple of years ago that it became apparent Tommy didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps.

Tommy is, for one, a lot smarter than his dad, and academic pursuits were always more interesting to him than athletic ones.

Now Tommy still had a muscular body from his dad's good genes, and for a while, he did try to pursue football wanting to please his father, but it was never his passion.

I am very proud of my boy. Tommy is a lot like me. He enjoys academics much as I did when I was his age. He is a handsome, well-adjusted young man who someday is going to make a great husband to some lucky girl.

It was at that time he told us that he wanted to go to USC to pursue biology. Tommy loved the study of the human body and couldn't read enough articles about how great the program at USC was. This didn't please his father, of course.

However, after some discussion with me and a lot of grumbling, Ben finally relented and said he would help him to go there.

Unfortunately, times were tight and Ben being only a construction worker meant he didn't make enough to afford to send and support him to an out of state college like USC.

That is when his sister, Tommy's Aunt Sarah, stepped in and offered to help.

Ben, although agreeing to let his son do what he wanted, started to revert to when he was young, and first got hurt.

He also got laid off after Tommy left, which led to him drinking again. Although I didn't think he was cheating again, he barely touched me anymore.

On top of everything else, the car needed a new air conditioner that we couldn't afford now that Ben was laid off.

So here I was sitting on my son's lap with no air while driving through the Nevada desert and I was starting to sweat.

I loved my son, and, believe it or not, I even loved my husband for all his faults. Tommy didn't know his dad was out of work again, and, after everything that just happened, we agreed not to tell him until the time was right.

Besides, there was another situation between Ben and me that we didn't want to tell Tommy about, one that was causing most of the friction between us right now.

As I was trying to get comfortable on my son's lap, I felt something poking me. At first, I thought maybe I was just sitting wrong, but then I realized what it was.

Tommy was getting a hard-on! Then he made an innocent comment about me being as light and pretty as a butterfly, and I couldn't help it, I blushed.

After so many weeks of not getting attention from Ben, any attention made me feel good even if it was from my son.

Both my blushing and my son's cock poking my bottom immediately made me embarrassed. It also created a stirring down in my loins that I hadn't felt in a long time. I couldn't believe it I was getting turned on.

"What are you thinking?" I thought. "He is your son."

I desperately tried to push the thought out of my head, but my pussy acting on its own accord began to get wet.

I understood that with boys it's sometimes beyond their control, and I tried to tell myself that it was just the motion of me sitting on his lap that was causing the erection.

I couldn't sit back over on the seat again. That was excessively uncomfortable, but what could I do?

Over the next few minutes, I tried in vain to stop my body from betraying my inappropriate physical reactions.

I wondered if my son was doing the same, feeling embarrassed that he was getting hard with his mother on his lap.

It appeared we were both silently contending with an uncontrollable lust neither of us could acknowledge.

"You two okay?" Ben asked. "It's awfully quiet back there."

"I was just thinking how hot it is back here. Tommy, could you roll down the window, please?"

Tommy obliged his mother.

"Yeah, Mom, it is getting a scorching back here now." He stressed the word "very."

Was it my imagination or was there a little innuendo in his voice?

"Are you sure you guys are comfortable in that position?" Ben asked

"It's hard," Tommy said. "But okay, too."

There it was again. Was that another innuendo from my son? My mind raced.

Because it was summer, I was wearing a light dress, and I never wore panties. I always enjoyed allowing her to breathe freely.

This only compounded the problem, as there was nothing to absorb the juices leaking from my pussy.

The incredible feeling of my son's cock gently rubbing my pussy had me leaking quite a bit. There had to be a big wet spot on his shorts by now, and there was little doubt he could now feel my wetness.

At this point, I didn't know what I was thinking.

My pussy continued to betray me, and, with my son's bold innuendos, it began to get even wetter.

I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself I started to move a little...back, then forward. Just ever so slightly I began to grind my son.

I could feel the lips of my pussy gently rubbing his cock through his pants. It felt wonderful and so very wrong.

Somehow that made me want to continue even though every rational bone in my body told me this was wrong.

I knew from driving the Jeep often that there was no way Ben could see directly into the backseat, especially with all of Tommy's boxes and stuff.

My body tingled with electricity at the feeling of my pussy grinding on my son's hard cock. So many thoughts raced through my head.

I knew how wrong it was because this was my son. My husband just feet from me. However, my body almost couldn't control itself as I slowly moved back and forth on my son's rock hard cock.

What I was doing felt as natural as breathing. How could something that was so wrong feel so very fucking right?

* * * * *

I couldn't believe it! My mother was actually grinding on my cock. It felt incredible, and uncomfortable because I really wanted to free my cock from the confinement of my shorts but how could I.

I never would have believed that my cock could have attained this level of hardness if this wasn't actually happening.

When I first made the comments to my dad, I didn't think that either one of them would get the innuendo, especially dad.

I just thought this would be a private joke for myself I would only share during my deepest, darkest masturbation fantasies.

As all of this was happening a realization, hit me like a ton of bricks. I loved my mom. Not just as my mother but as a woman.

Somehow I had never understood all of the things that were now so suddenly very clear to me. How had I missed all of the signs? I thought back to all of the times she had helped me in my life.

Our interests were so similar. I wanted to study Biology because of her. I liked reading and writing as much as her and based on what was currently happening to me, I surmised that I wanted sex as much as her.

It occurred to me at that moment that I wanted her for myself, dad didn't deserve her. She was too good for him.

Feeling her warm body on my lap with my cock protruding up towards her pussy I realized that I needed to make a decision, right now.

Dare to try and push things further or not do anything. If I guessed wrong, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Dad would kill me, and I would risk upsetting the most important person in my life: my mom.

I decided now or never. Very cautiously, I placed my right hand on my mom's bare thigh. Only a little in case I was wrong. I could always just say I didn't realize where I put my hand.

She didn't move it away. My mother even gasped slightly. I decided to go for broke. If anything was going to happen, I would know in the next minute.

I very slowly started to rub and caress her leg. Back and forth ever so gently. Oh my God! I could even feel and see the gooseflesh on her tanned thigh. She gasped again only a little louder.

"Everything okay, hun?" my father asked.

"Just getting a little hot back here," my mom replied. I couldn't believe it. Her double meaning was clear to me, but not to my oblivious father.

"Okay, maybe we can stop soon, and we can all walk around."

"No, that's okay, Ben. I can handle the heat. We should try to make some time before we stop."

* * * * *

I felt Tommy's hand on my leg. He was starting to gently caress my thigh. Every bit of my conscience told me to make him stop or move his hand away.

The problem was every bit of my sexual desire said this felt so good. After weeks, and actually years, of being ignored by my husband, I gave in to the carnal desire that was not only my son's hands on me but his rock hard cock pressing up against my pussy.

I was no longer his mother; I was a woman who needed satisfaction. Against every natural law, I allowed him to continue.

After a couple minutes of him rubbing my thigh and my slowly grinding him, I turned and looked him in the eye.

The electrifying looks we gave each other were enough to light up Las Vegas. His beautiful blue eyes stared up at me with incredible passion and want as he gently rubbed my suddenly warm thigh. My heart stopped as I looked into his eyes with full-on lust.

I wanted to kiss him but didn't dare with my husband only a few feet away. "Dammit, Kim what are you doing," I asked myself. My response to my own question was answered immediately. As I allowed my son to continue his exploration of my leg even further.

* * * * *

I continued to caress her thigh while looking directly into my mom's eyes. The look she gave me was unlike anything I had ever felt. It was one of pure lust and affection. Those eyes said, "Don't stop."

"I think that's a good idea, Kim. We should really try to make it through Nevada before we stop. You sure you two are okay riding like that for a while."

"It's hard, but I think we'll manage." My mom's innuendo about my steel dick poking her pussy was not lost on me.

"Maybe you can put some music on so we can pass the time. Don't we still have that CD of road trip music you made in the player from last time?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," my dad replied and soon he was humming and singing to the music.

I still couldn't believe she was letting this happen. Until a short time ago, I never really thought of my mother sexually. But now I knew right then that I wanted her more than anything else in my life.

I know she is hot, of course. My friends are always giving me the standard shit about how they want to fuck her, but I never really thought that much about her in that way. Until now.

Suddenly, over the last half hour or so, I had become acutely aware of how hot she really was. As I looked at her, I studied her features for the first time as a woman.

Her dark hair hung over her shoulders in a style more suited to a young girl than a 39-year-old woman.

Her beautiful brown eyes looking into mine had butterflies flying around in my stomach. Not to mention her body. God, it was fantastic.

Years spent in the gym had paid off keeping her figure slim and trim. Her perfect large C cup tits were as perky as young girls.She had apparently spent time tanning as well as I admired her smooth dark legs. I couldn't take it anymore it was time to go for broke.

I continued my exploration up her thigh and under her dress to her soft pussy lips. God, they were so wet I could feel the juices leaking slowly out of her luscious vagina.

She made no move to stop my fingers from probing her pussy. In fact, she parted her legs more, giving me even better access.

She then let out an, "Oh God."

"What's that?" my dad asked.

"Nothing. I was just stretching a little," Mom said almost breathlessly.

Dad went back to driving and humming while I continued my exploration of my mother's pussy. It occurred to me as I was doing this that 19 years ago I had come out from between those very same lips.

* * * * *

I knew how very wrong this was, but oh God it also felt so fucking right! I had to be careful not to make too much noise.

Normally I'm a screamer, but in my current situation that would have been inadvisable. If Ben suspected anything at all, things would be very bad.

Forget about the incest for a moment, he was also a very jealous guy (and I already pointed out how big he is).

The point: it would not go well if Ben found out what was going on directly behind him. But, wow, was it worth the risk for how good I was feeling at the moment.

I didn't want this feeling to stop. My reservations about the situation and my son had, for the moment, disappeared completely.

I was no longer his mother, I was no longer a wife, I was a dirty slut that needed to cum - and soon! This was the moment that I knew, against all rational judgment, that I was going to fuck my son!

Tommy continued his welcome assault on my pussy with his fingers while I slyly tried to play with my tits through my dress. I was very thankful for my husband's anosmia because the car was starting to smell like sex.

It was taking a herculean effort to not just rip open my dress and start riding my son like a bronco. I did my best not to make too much noise but damn that boy knew how to finger a woman. Where had he learned how to do that? And to do it so well?

I had to see my son's cock. I turned to look at him again and whispered,

"Take it out, please." I knew the risk was high, but at that moment I didn't care.

He gave me a slight smile as he removed his hand from my pussy and began to fumble with his zipper. I put one hand on my pussy and started to rub it. The other hand waited patiently for Tommy to remove his monster from his pants.

"Oh my God," I thought as he finally unbuttoned his shorts and released his cock, "it's bigger than my husband's."

It truly was. The length was a good inch larger, and the girth was much bigger, and I could never remember seeing my husband's cock as hard as the one my son was now showing her. The mushroom tip of Tommy's cock looked like it was going to explode any second.

I sat up. Knowing what I was about to do was in every way wrong just made me even wetter. I was about to cheat on my husband. I was about to commit incest.

I think I almost came right then thinking about the implications of what was about to happen. My pussy was perched just inches away from my son's cock.

"What's wrong?" Ben asked.

"Nothing just stretching," I replied as I slowly lowered myself onto my son's engorged member. The moment it touched my pussy I felt a jolt of sexual electricity.

"Oh...ah..."

"What?" Ben said.

"Nothing. I told you I was stretching. I'm just working out a hard cramp." My statement dripped with innuendo that only my son would understand.

"Okay," he said and returned to his music.

The feeling of the tip of his cock beginning to penetrate my pussy was fantastic. As I continued to lower myself onto him, he began thrusting upward.

"Ahhhh," I gasped as he continued to penetrate deeper into my pussy.

"You sure you're okay?" Ben asked.

"I'm fine. It's just so hot back here." And it was. I was really beginning to sweat. I was dripping onto my son's lap as he finally bottomed out in my pussy.

"Oh God," I murmured again. I couldn't help it. The pleasure and fullness of having my son's cock buried inside me was beyond anything I had ever felt.

This was the point that all boundaries had been crossed. Up until this moment, we had not done anything that we couldn't come back from.

But, now with my son's huge cock penetrating, me we had crossed the line into full incestuous sex...and, motherfucker, it felt so good.

"I'll try to get the AC fixed once we get back home," Ben said.

"It's getting even hotter back here, but I think we can manage," my son said. Ben oblivious to the actual meaning of my son's words.

I began to ride him slowly up and down, very conscious of the fact that my husband was only inches away.

Tommy thankfully helped by putting his hands on my ass and pushing me up and down. Not being able to really fuck me my son continued to slowly penetrate my pussy for over an hour.

We took turns as he slowly fucked in the backseat. Sometimes he would thrust up into me other times it was me grinding down onto his cock. The extended workout had both of us bathed in sweat.

After years of uninteresting sex, and weeks of no sex at all from my husband, the sheer naughtiness of what we were doing had me heading toward a climax, but to truly get off I needed to go faster and harder.

But at what cost? What if my husband heard us, or saw me in the mirror moving up and down? After an hour of slow movement, I decided to push things just a little and see what would happen.

I began bobbing up and down a bit faster, trying to make as little noise as possible. Even with the radio on, I could hear the occasional smack of skin on skin as my son, and I made illicit contact with each other's body.

Tommy had pushed his shirt up a little, allowing my bare ass cheeks to slap against his lower stomach.

I was literally dripping with sweat at this point, and I really wanted to get naked, but there was no way that could happen at the moment.

My husband didn't seem to notice and just kept on humming with the radio. I felt my climax building and knew it wouldn't be long.

Just then, my husband said, "Hey, I need a little break to piss and stretch my legs. There's a rest stop ahead in about seven miles. I think I'm going to stop there."

"Do you want to come and stretch your legs, too, Tommy?" my husband asked.

"I'm definitely going to cum, Dad," His double meaning was meant for me.

"I'm going to cum, too," I said, barely below a shout. "I just realized how much I have to go."

"Good," he said.

We began going even faster than before. Not quite a full-on fucking, but enough so that if my husband glanced in the mirror he would definitely know something wasn't right.

Our clothes completely soaked in sweat. Once again I thanked the accident that caused my husband to lose his sense of smell as the backseat now had a considerable odor of sweat and pussy.

Thankfully, Ben didn't look back, instead focusing on the road ahead.

It was my son who came first. He filled my pussy with massive blasts of sperm to the point that it started to leak out.

He sent rope after rope of cum up my pussy immediately making me cry out once more.

"Oh my god" I cried as the feeling of warm cum coated my inner cunt.

"Jesus can't you fucking hold it," Ben snapped.

The cum leaking out of my vagina caused an immediate problem as the wetness around my pussy, and his cock created an even louder smacking sound than before.

But there was no stopping me now. I had to cum. Nothing in this world was going to stop me. Even if at that moment my husband would have turned around, I wouldn't have stopped riding my son's enormous cock.

"Almost there," I said. It was a question to my husband and instruction for my son. Who kept thrusting upward with his still hard cock.

"Only another mile," Ben said.

I lost all abandon now. I began to actually fuck my son in the backseat only inches from my husband.

I bobbed up and down furiously, making smacking sounds loud enough for anyone to hear. Sweat poured off of my body as I built towards my orgasm.

"Are you going to make it?" Ben asked.

"Jesus Christ," I whimpered as my orgasm came like a freight train, exploding around my son's cock. It took everything I had not to scream out loud.

"What?" he said.

"I just have to go really bad," I somehow managed to whisper as my orgasm overtook me.

This was without a doubt the best cum of my life. It was beyond the times with the professor.

It was beyond the first time Ben, and I fucked in high school. And it was beyond the first time I had ever cum. This was pure ecstasy.

The pure incestuous nature of fucking my son and doing so only feet from my husband had given me the best orgasm ever.

"Okay," Ben said pulling the car into the rest area. "We're here. What was that smacking sound I heard?"

"Oh, Mom's legs fell asleep, and she was trying to get the circulation back in them," Tommy said, thinking quickly.

Slowly lifting myself off of my son's now softening cock, I pretended to fix my makeup for a second to give Tommy time to put away his member.

"I'll be there in a minute," I said.

"Okay." Ben got out of the car and walked toward the restrooms.

As soon as his back was turned I began trying in vain to clean the mess of mixed cum trickling down my leg with a wet nap I found in my purse.

It was no use I was going to have to try to make it to the bathroom with cum running down my leg.

"I love you, Mom," Tommy said. As he stared up at me not even trying to put away his cock.

That was it. Upon hearing from my son the words that had been spoken so many times, but this time with an entirely different meaning, I knew my life was forever changed.

"I love you, too," I said and gave him a kiss that no mother should ever give a son. We made out like teenagers for a minute or two. Then I remembered his father.

"You had better go before he gets suspicious." My son then began to put away his glorious cock.

"It's going to be a great ride home," Tommy said smiling.

"Oh, baby, you have no idea." I gave him a smack on the ass as he left the car and headed toward the rest area.

I managed to make it to the bathroom without looking too peculiar. Later I saw a couple of drops of cum on the pavement when I was coming out.

I took one look at myself in my mirror after I had peed and cleaned up.

"You dirty slut. You just fucked your own son," I said to myself with a smile, knowing that this was not going to be the last time. Oh, I had plans for my dirty boy.A couple of notes. First I will be sending an updated edit of the first story that contains fixes for most of the spelling and grammar problems along with a few continuity updates.

Yes, for those of you that asked for it I made her boobs bigger the real reason why won't be revealed until part 3.

Finally, I would like to thank Haulover for the awesome job editing this as well as several beta readers

Rahul and his girlfriend Shashi Captive Harvest Kimber Payne

Anyway hope you all enjoy let me know in the comments your suggestions for future stories.

Mom's Sweaty Ride Part 2 By Richman3

Leaving the restroom, I couldn't help but smile to myself as I noticed a few drops of what could only be cum on the pavement just outside the bathroom.

Seeing the evidence of my incestuous union with my son on the sidewalk, I immediately felt a tingle in my pussy.

Only a few minutes ago that mixture of my son's jism and my own cum had been dripping down my legs.

I had been hurrying to the bathroom after having just fucked my son in the back seat of our Jeep with my husband blissfully unaware of what his only son and his sexy wife were doing just inches from where he sat.

The last two hours of sheer sexual bliss that my son and I had shared in the backseat of my husband's Jeep Cherokee had awakened a dirty slut whom I thought retired long ago.

As I walked back to the car I began to ponder all of the nasty things I wanted to do with my son.

I felt reinvigorated, like a teenager again. I began forming a plan that could be extremely risky but also very hot.

I looked up and saw my husband talking to Tommy and immediately felt a wave of shame wash over me. "Oh my god, I cheated on Ben and with our son, what the fuck is wrong with me?" Seeing them together talking as father and son, a groundswell of emotion and guilt suddenly coursed through me.

Just seconds ago I had been planning a sex romp but like a ton of bricks dropped onto my head suddenly I was very conscious of what I had just done.

Tears started to form in my eyes and I stopped at a nearby picnic table and pretended to check my makeup as I tried to regain my composure. What had happened between Tommy and me could never happen again.

As hot and fulfilling as it was there was no way I could allow this to go on. How could I? He's my son. And Ben? As much as he verbally abuses me I still wanted to try and save our marriage.

What could the future hold for this incestuous relationship?

Could I really destroy my marriage and my home over sex as hot as it may have been? "Nope this definitely wasn't going to happen again." I thought.

From now on it was going to be just mom, to my son and a loving wife to Ben.

"Jesus Kim, would you hurry the fuck up?" I looked over to see my husband leaning against the fender looking over at me with a scowl of disgust.

As I watched him for a second, his gaze turned from me and he smiled, elbowing Tommy as a young girl walked by. Tommy glanced up from his phone for a second then went back to whatever it was he was looking at.

The girl couldn't have been a day over 16. Admittedly, the tank top and daisy dukes she wore did little to hide her toned and tanned body, and I could see how any man would notice her, but come on Ben. I am right here!

"Come on Kim, I am fucking hungry and I am sick and tired of waiting for your useless ass," my husband's angry voice called, shaking me from my thoughts.

Despite my husband's verbal abuse, I strengthened my resolve that nothing else was going to happen between my son and I.

This was something I was used to our whole marriage except for one indiscretion. "Well now twice." I smiled.

I had been the obedient wife if I was going to save our marriage I would need to go back to my normal submissive self.

The woman who had aggressively fucked her son just 20 minutes ago would need to go away. This wasn't right and I became determined to fix things with Ben.

I walked over to the Jeep and leaned on the other side of my husband, as far away from Tommy as possible for the moment. I forced myself to not acknowledge my son as he looked over towards me. *****

"What was wrong with mom."

I was very confused.

"We had just shared the best sex of our lives in the backseat of dad's Jeep. We had even made out with each other.

So why was she so cold to me all of a sudden. She looked like she had been crying too. What the Fuck!

And why was dad being such an asshole. Did he know? Had he seen us?" There's no way or I would be toast right now.

*****

"Fucking finally," Ben said, looking at me in disgust. "Where do you guys want to eat lunch?" my husband queried.

He then pointed to a billboard over on the highway: Jose's Tacos — best shredded beef tacos north of the border.

"Looks that might be a good place, what'd ya think Tommy, you feel like tacos?" "Sure dad, that sounds fine," Tommy said absently still fiddling with his phone.

Then he looked up at me with a devilish grin and said, "I wonder if they have fish tacos? I could really go for that."

I immediately went crimson red. His statement dripped with innuendo. "God, it has been so long since someone ate me out,"I thought, smiling for a second before I caught myself.

I gave Tommy a glare and then mouthed the words "no".

"Yeah, tacos sound fine to me hun," I replied.

"Okay then, let's get this show on the road, the sign says it's only about 15 miles away. We should be there in about 20 minutes or so." We all climbed into the jeep.

My son anxiously waited for me to resume my previous position on his lap, but instead I climbed over him and sat in my original seat. Squished against the boxes, I did my best to get comfortable.

Finally, in one more effort to try and stay away from my son and his desiring glances my way I looked at the boxes on the seat once again.

Maybe I thought. Lifting the smaller box on top I was able to throw it in the back on top of another. Good. Next I saw that I realized that the big box on the seat only contained a few articles of clothing my son had hastily packed in there.

Being a 19-year-old boy he didn't really know or care enough to pack his items properly. Removing these items at least they were semi-folded from the box I placed some again in the cargo area and a few on the floor well near my right foot.

With one big push the box next to crumpled and flattened somewhat against the passenger door. Marveling at my own strength I smiled. There that's better.

I was still worried that my carnal urges would take over again if I had to continue sitting on his lap. I had no idea that creating more space in the backseat would later come in very useful.

****

"Ok now what the fuck!" Something was definitely wrong. "How could she move all of the stuff on the seat now why didn't she want to sit on my lap anymore? I didn't understand.

What was she feeling guilty about? I loved her. I would figure out a way to take care of her. Fuck Dad!" I thought. "He was an asshole.

I need to find out what's wrong maybe she is hurt or something, damn maybe I fucked her too hard." I didn't really think that was possible but at 19 years old what did I know.

****

"Are you okay mum? Did I do something wrong?" I felt sorry for him in that moment. None of this was his fault. I am the adult. I am the one who should have stopped things before they went as far as they did.

I reached over and touched his cheek and whispered back, "I'm sorry Tommy, but our little thing, that can't happen again. Okay?"

My heart broke for him as he digested what I was saying to him. "You didn't do anything wrong honey, what we had was fantastic, electric even," I smiled.

"But it can't happen again, okay?" Just then the music went down and my husband spoke.

"So what the hell were you doing in that bathroom for so long Kim? Were you taking a shit or what?" I looked up at Ben and noticed a smirk on his face.

I had seen this before, when he was in one of his sullen moods and had decided to push my buttons a little. I then looked at his eyes in the mirror and I knew immediately what was wrong: the bastard had been drinking.

He must have brought his flash with him and was hiding it from me in the front. This was something I had become used to.

I know he is upset about being laid off and now having to make this road trip with our son whom he is angry with for not choosing the career path he wanted him to take but don't take it out on me.

I sympathized with him — I really did — but I was growing tired of his shit. Even though I was racked with guilt, there was only so much I was going to put up with.

I didn't think he would drink enough to put us in any danger while he was driving, but you never know. He was over 300 pounds though, which meant his tolerance for booze was higher than most.

"Seriously Kim, what the fuck took you so long in the bathroom? I know you didn't want to come on this trip but now you are screwing up the schedule we set. Did you have another," he paused, "problem?" he asked, making quotation marks with his hands in the air.

The "problem" he was referring to was more than a touchy subject with me and he knew it. A few months ago I had stopped taking the pill. With our marriage rocky I had thought maybe another baby would solve our problems, the same way it did almost 20 years ago.

About three weeks ago, not long after Tommy had left for California, I missed my period.

Taking a home pregnancy test, I found out that I was indeed pregnant. Hoping this would make things better I told my husband, but instead of being thrilled like I had hoped, he became enraged.

"How could I be so careless with my birth control, this wasn't a good time, how could I be so stupid," he said and more. He was being more hurtful to me than he had at any other time in our marriage. Then as the icing on the cake, last week I had a miscarriage.

Devastated, I told him what had happened. He only responded with a cold, "Good, we can't afford a baby right now anyway."

Distraught, I locked myself in the bathroom for two hours crying silently on the edge of the tub. When he sobered up he came knocking, apologizing and saying that he still loved me and that we could try again if I wanted.

This was the major cause of our conflict right now that Tommy had picked up on earlier. But now, in one of his moods, he had thrown my miscarriage back in my face again. Tears welling up in my eyes, I said nothing.

I used to love you, I thought to myself. He looked at me through the mirror, only being able to really see my face.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic Kim," he glared. Realizing he had gone too far, he softened for a second and said, "I'm just saying we are always running late because of you." He glanced at me again. "Look, I'm sorry, it's just this whole thing has me on edge."

He wasn't just talking about going to pick up our son. He was also referring to his lost job and maybe my lost pregnancy.

"I didn't mean it Kim, I'm sorry," he said, looking at me again.

I looked up at my husband with anger in my eyes and made a decision. You fucking bastard. My hand that had only moments before been touching my son's cheek sweetly in an effort to calm him down now slowly moved down his chest towards his crotch.

Smiling devilishly, I gently started to rub my son's crotch, almost instantly feeling his cock start to respond.

I had had enough of Ben's shit. If only he knew what had happened in this backseat only about half an hour ago. Fuck him! I had been a good wife to him, doing everything I could to hold this family together.

But that was over now. Hear I was trying to be the good wife and he was going to throw my miscarriage in my face and in front of our son.

Something in me snapped maybe it had already snapped before when I first fucked my son but now my inner slut had been revived.

If I was already a dirty slut, then dammit I was going to be the dirtiest slut I could possibly imagine. "What are doing" my conscience cried out desperately. I'm going to get revenge.

All of the hurtful things he had said to me, not just over the last couple of weeks, but over our entire 19 plus years of marriage would be rectified now even if he didn't know it.

I ignored the warnings of my moral compass and dove headfirst off of the cliff for the second time today. "You want to fuck with me Ben, fine I'm gonna fuck your son, again."

The simple fact that I had changed my mind so quickly told me something. "It's definitely over." I thought. I may not leave Ben but our marriage was over in my eyes.

This should have been apparent to me previously when I first allowed my son to put his hand on my leg.

My marriage had been over for years I just didn't realize it until right now. All of the years of his drinking, cheating and abuse had finally driven me to cheat on him, with his only son.

Grinning I realized that something new might be starting with my son. Maybe more than just sex. It was crazy but maybe this could be something? Something I would have to think about but not now, at the moment what I wanted wasn't necessarily love.

What I wanted right now was sex, hot sex. Continuing to caress Tommy's cock through his pants I said, "I know, I'm sorry too hun, the truth is Sarah called to ask me how the trip was going when I was in the bathroom.

"She really does feel bad about the whole thing." "That's right you bastard your sister." I angrily thought.

At hearing the mention of his sister Ben softened even more and asked, "How is Paul doing?" "She said she gave him a sleeping pill after we left and he is finally getting some rest."

As I talked to my husband about his sister and brother-in-law, I grabbed my son's hand and put it back on my leg — a move he had used only a few hours earlier to seduce me.

He looked over at me with a slightly puzzled expression. I just smiled and mouthed, "It's okay," then looked at my husband and gave him the finger as I continued our conversation.

My beautiful boy did not need any further instruction as he moved his hand up my thigh towards my waiting pussy. ******

I was still very confused as my mother began to rub my cock through my pants. One minute she was telling me no, the next she is caressing my balls through my pants.

He was being an asshole and her unexpected mood swings had me shaking my head but in the end who was I to complain.

I had a very hot woman gently stroking my cock and begging me to finger fuck her pussy. It didn't matter that it was my own mother in fact that made it hotter. I inwardly shrugged and once again went for her pussy.

My hand moved up her fantastic leg towards her waiting pussy. "Holy shit she's still fucking wet damn I love you mom."

I was just getting into it when we arrived at the restaurant. Oh well there's always the backseat again after we eat.

******

We continued to gently massage each other all the way to the restaurant as my husband and I made small talk. As we did I formulated a very wicked plan for the rest of the trip.

I realized that Ben couldn't really hear much in the front seat especially with the music up. With a few adjustments to the Jeep my evil plan might actually work.

Arriving at the restaurant, we made our way in and were seated at a booth near the rear of the restaurant. It wasn't very crowded and I sat next to Tommy while Ben took the other side, happy that he had plenty of room for his large frame.

As Ben looked at the menu I resumed my massage of my boy's large and now very hard cock. When the waitress came over to take our order I slyly removed my hand just long enough to look quickly at the menu.

We ordered and I went back to jerking off Tommy through his pants. Then Ben stood up, saying the bathrooms at the rest stop were too small for him and he needed to make room for the tacos. I said okay with a look of disgust as he asked another waiter where the bathrooms were.

I quickly looked around: there was nobody sitting near us as this was mid-afternoon and the restaurant was between the lunch and dinner rushes.

I checked the front of the dining room; only a few patrons sat at the counter. The waitress looked busy filling sauce containers and flirting with a trucker sitting at the counter.

Satisfied, I looked over at Tommy with lust filled eyes as I took both my hands and unzipped his fly, allowing his rock hard dick to spring free once again.

He moaned with relief. Then with a wicked smile I told him, "Watch out for anybody. Especially your father." Then I greedily leaned down and started to worship his cock.

I love cock. I don't have any better way of saying it than that and now I was going to show my son just how much I loved cock.

I began by starting at the base of his shaft with my tongue and working my way up towards the tip.

With one hand I reached in to his fly and did my best to massage his balls while I licked up and down his engorged cock.

Finally reaching the tip, I was rewarded with a few drops of pre-cum that I licked up with my tongue, quickly swallowing the delicious treat dripping from my son's huge cock.

Now really beginning to get into my cock worship, I kissed the tip and opened my mouth as I moved my head down his member.

Slowly feeling the veiny warmth of his luscious cock as I moved up and down on it. Not caring where I was, I continued to bob my head up and down on Tommy's cock.

Working it with my tongue. Jerking it with one hand while the other massaged his balls. I just couldn't help myself. His cock was so magnificent I wanted to suck it forever. Just as I was getting ready to try something—

"Dad, dad, dad!" Tommy almost yelled as he noticed my husband coming out of the restroom. I quickly sat back up as my husband arrived back at the table.

He squeezed himself into the booth as I wiped the saliva from my chin.

He looked over at me. "What's that?" he pointed to a couple of wet spots on my blouse.

"Oh," I smiled. "I spilled a little bit of water," I said, wiping my shirt with a napkin, knowing that the real culprit was a mixture of saliva and my son's pre-cum.

Ben started fumbling around with the desert menu on the table caddy and I continued to jerk my son's cock under the table with my oblivious husband only inches away.

Our food arrived and I sadly had to let go of my son's dripping penis. We engaged in more small talk. Ben was trying to make up for his outburst in the car earlier. I allowed him to think it was working.

As a big man he ate with a voraciousness only a competitive eater could understand, completely focusing on his food. Meanwhile with one eye on him I resumed my stroking of Tommy's dick.

It was comical watching Tommy try to eat and not make any noise while I gently jerked his cock under the table. He almost chocked once when I started to pick up the speed. He looked over at me and I knew he was close. That is when I stopped.

The criminal mastermind in me knew that allowing him to cum at the table with my husband sitting so close would be a bad idea. Besides, this was only phase one of my plan. We had many miles and hours to kill and I was not about to let him cum yet.

I looked back at Tommy and then down at his cock and gave him a nod. He reluctantly began to slyly put it away. I coughed as he zipped up. Tommy looked at me pleadingly as he reluctantly tried to finish eating his taco.

"Poor boy." I had just given him blue balls but those balls would only have to hold out for a little while longer as I began to implement phase 2 of my naughty plan.

I finished my tacos first and asked for the keys to the jeep. Ben handed them over right away, probably figuring I must need a tampon or something."Oh my god!" My mom had just sucked my cock in a public place. I had almost cum in a restaurant with my dad sitting 3 feet away from me. This was the best day ever!

I couldn't believe how this day was turning out. I contemplated the day's events as I tried to finish eating my tacos.

Watching my mom's perfect ass walk away from the table towards the door I contemplated how this day could get any better. Oh if only I knew.

******

I crossed the parking lot and went to the driver's seat first. I rummaged around on the floor next to the driver's seat looking through the stuff I found what I was looking for.

Wielding one of my son's heavy Biology books, I hit the rearview mirror from the side a couple of times until it fell right off onto the dashboard.

I smiled: "Perfect." Next I looked down at the seat. Ben had it back far, as he was a big man, but I wondered if a notch or two would make a difference.

He would notice of course, but I hoped I could sweet talk him into leaving it that way. I then moved to the backseat.

Examining the bench seat, I saw that it too could be moved back a little. When we loaded the car we had never adjusted the seats.

I looked into the luggage compartment and there was some space between the rear hatch and the boxes. Pushing the automatic seat button, it groaned a little but moved back a few more inches.

Satisfied, I then hopped down into the foot well between the backseat and the driver's chair. It was tight but I definitely had more room than before. I could fit my kneeling body down there with not much of a problem.

"Check number two off of my evil plan," I thought to myself, again smiling at my sheer wickedness. Last thing was a change of clothes.

I went to the back and lifted up the hatch. The recently displaced boxes tried to fall out but I caught them in time.

I opened my suitcase and found what I needed after about 30 seconds. I removed the items and a small bag then I closed the case and the hatch.

Finally, I took a nail file from my makeup kit and ripped a hole in the shoulder of my blouse. Returning to the restaurant carrying the broken mirror in one hand, I placed it and the keys on the table near my husband.

He immediately roared. "What the hell happened, Kim?" "The piece of shit Jeep is what happened. I went to look for my extra makeup case in the glove compartment and when I sat up I hit myself in the shoulder with the fucking thing," I said, rubbing my shoulder.

His anger was replaced with concern for a moment as he asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, but my blouse is ruined," I said, pointing to the rip on the shoulder. "I need to change clothes, plus it's too hot in the back for me to wear what I've been wearing." He looked down at the mirror again in dismay.

Ben looked as if he was going to say something sharp but then thought better of it, simply saying, "I couldn't see anything behind me anyway with all of the fucking boxes."

I went into the bathroom and latched the door. I removed my torn blouse, then my bra. Next came my skirt, exposing my pussy to the cool air of the room.

I examined my manicured landing strip with my hands. This sent a jolt of electricity through my body as I thought about what I was about to do.

Finally, I removed my sneakers and socks. As I stuffed my clothes into the bag I had brought, I noticed a stain on the inside of my skirt. No doubt left over from my earlier romp with my son.

I pulled out one of the three items I had gotten from my suitcase. It was a floral print summer dress that buttoned down the front, and it was short.

It covered enough to be decent. I was naked underneath and was showing a lot of leg. A pair of flip flops completed the summer look. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. This was perfect.

The dress was sexy enough for my husband to think I'd worn it for him but it was definitely sexy enough to display my goods to my son. The main reason I wore the outfit was for easy access.

Something had been awakened in me that I thought was long buried. I wanted to try new things. Things that I had only dreamt or heard about from friends.

Sure, I had just sucked my son's cock in a restaurant but what I wanted to do was beyond that.

A few months ago my friend Lucy and I went out for coffee after our Pilates class. We soon got to talking about our husbands and inevitably, our sex lives.

I described our recent struggles in that area. After a quick look around the shop, Lucy pulled something from her bag.

It was a book called "The Art of Fellatio". I immediately blushed (if only Lucy could see me now). "Lucy," I exclaimed, and also glanced around the coffee shop.

"Trust me," she said smiling, "This might just save your marriage. Keep it."

After staring at the book for a few days I finally skimmed through it. It eventually piqued my interest and I read the book cover to cover. I even went so far as to practice a few moves with a banana.

Now, the skills I had read about and tried would not be used on my husband-- but instead on his only son. Smiling to myself I realized that the next few hours were going to be very exciting.

As I exited the restroom a few of the guys sitting at the counter glanced in my direction with very approving eyes as I returned to the table.

Even my husband gave me an admiring look, seeming to forget his anger at my breaking the mirror.

Tommy on the other hand reminded me of one of those old cartoon characters who sees a beautiful girl and their eyes pop out of their sockets with their tongues doing dances.

He couldn't take his eyes off his mother. I flushed with vanity, happy I was still able to make guys dream about fucking me.

Thankfully my Ben did not notice his son staring at his mom in a way that no son should ever stare at his mother.

******

God mom looked hot. I couldn't help but stare at her as she returned to the table. Maybe it was the fact that she had just been jacking me off under the table but I think it's more.

This was a different woman. She wasn't the same sweet timid mom that I had grown up with. She had a glint in her eye that I had never seen before today.

I really loved her in that moment and if this thing continued in the car I was going to show her just how much.

What she didn't know is that I have always been able to have huge orgasms. In fact, a few girlfriends who had wanted to experiment with facials had complained about how much cum I was able to shoot.

They would get mad and say things like "You motherfucker you got it in my eye" or "You son of a bitch you got it in my hair" smiling I realized that I was now both those things a "motherfucker and a son of a bitch" a son of a hot bitch that I was going to fuck the first chance I got.

Now between the move out to California and the fact that I hadn't had any alone time at my Aunt's house I must have had a huge buildup of sperm by this point. I was now hoping to find.

******

Ben ordered three Cokes to go and when we got them I said,

"Well boys, are we ready to continue our trip?" I smiled.

"You seem awfully chipper all of a sudden" Ben asked.

"I guess I'm just trying to make the best of this situation. You were right, it is no good for me to go moping around wishing I was somewhere else, let's all just try and enjoy the rest of the trip, we will deal with our problems when we get home, okay?"

I looked at both my husband and son. Holding my gaze for a second on my son, I knew he was going to enjoy the rest of the trip, I was going to make sure of that.

We all got back into the vehicle and were soon back on the highway. It was about 3:30 and the beating sun had made the car hot and stuffy.

"Damn broken air conditioning." We opened some windows but that did little to cool us down.

I sat on my son's lap but with my legs to the passenger side, leaving my right hand free and giving my son easy access to my pussy.

We now had plenty of room on the seat but Ben didn't know that he never even glanced in the back.

I once again suggested my husband put his music on, telling him Tommy and me were going to try to read our Kindle's back here.

Ben, being the jock he was, snorted and made some off-hand comment about nerds and their books. My damage control had put him in a better mood however, and he was soon humming away to his favorite songs.

The noise of the road with the window down and the music on the radio would hopefully be enough to drown out the noise in the back that I hoped my son and I would soon be making.

Looking down at him seductively, I carefully unbuttoned his shorts, followed by unzipping his fly.

I lifted myself up and motioned for him to lift his ass up too so I could continue the removal of his shorts and boxers.

He gave his dad a nervous glance and then allowed me to slide both his pants and boxers off. ***

I was so fucking nervous as I started to realize mom's plan. It was one thing to slyly fuck her on my lap in the backseat while dad drove.

But it appeared what mom had in mind was 20 times riskier, and sexy. The thought had my already rock hard cock swell even more. I thought for a second it might explode it was so hard.

I was still a little nervous about dad but now I was completely under my mother's spell. I would do whatever she wanted no matter what. I knew then that I was her lover now, and she was mine.

Nothing, not even us getting caught could change that now. We were incestuous partners in crime now and I lifted up my body so mom could slide my pants off. ***

As I slid his pants off. His already rock hard cock snapped straight up as his boxers slid over the top and past his dick.

I looked at it hungrily as I continued to slide both his pants and boxers down his legs and over his shoes before removing them completely.

Tommy again looked up front at Ben nervously. I just smiled and leaned in closely to his mouth, whispering, "Eyes on me, Thomas." I then kissed him ferociously.

We made out for a few minutes, our tongues exploring each other's mouths wildly. As we kissed I began to slowly stroke his huge cock with my left hand.

Our kiss was only broken when I let go of his cock and reached for the bottom of his shirt. He raised his arms up as I slowly removed it up and over his head.

My boy now sat on the seat looking up at me with lust and love, completely naked. He continued to kiss me, moving to the side of my neck because I was sitting sideways on top of him.

He gently bit my earlobe and kissed my lower neck sweetly. It was now my turn to get naked. I stopped his kiss by pushing him away slightly and placing my hand on his lips.

Provocatively I looked at him as I began to unbutton my dress. So lost in our passion we never heard the music being turned down. I got to the third button, still looking into my son's eyes not as a mother, not as just a woman but as a pure slut when suddenly

"What the fuck is going on back there?" We instantly froze, both of our eyes going wide and our mouths agape.

The Jeep began to slow and we felt the rough gravel of the side of the road as Ben pulled the car over. He brought the Jeep to a stop and put it in park. "I've got to check something," he said and he started to get out.

Quickly, and hoping against hope that this wasn't the end, I sat up, lifting my dress a little and sitting right on my son's lap, impaling myself on his still hard cock.

I let out a gasp as his engorged dick penetrated me deep into my pussy.

I still held out hope that the only thing Ben would see if he came up to the window was me sitting on Tommy's lap, just like we had the whole first part of the trip.

Ben got out and closed the door. There was an agonizingly long pause that felt like hours, but was really only seconds. Then he began to move towards the rear of the Jeep.

My heart was beating so fast I really thought I might have a heart attack. Then he continued past our door and went to the back wheel of the Jeep.

"Son of a bitch," my husband cursed from under the back of the truck.

Still not sure what to do I leaned out of the window and very nervously asked,

"Wha-what's the matter hun?"

*** "Oh Fuck he knows"! I thought as I saw him come towards my mom with a big stick. Shit he's going to fucking hit her.

What the hell could I do I was naked with my cock straight up mom's cunt. "If he hits her though it's fucking on I don't care how big he is".

I primed myself for the worst and waited as he approached the car. ***

He then appeared wielding a large stick in his hand as he walked toward me. As he got near my head he lifted the stick up.

I immediately winced, preparing for a blow. He never saw the wince though. His eyes were focused on the stick.

"Can you fucking believe that this was wedged up under the wheel well?"

"What?"

"This big ol' stick was stuck under the wheel well on the back tire and rubbing against the tire." He chuckled.

"Probably some fucking kids playing games." His expression turned to a snarl as he brought the stick down onto his large hand with a crack. I flinched.

"Man I wish I could've caught 'em, it would have been worth them doing it just so I coulda caught 'em. Little shits. You know we could have gotten a flat tire," he said looking at me.

My heart was finally starting to slow down and I relaxed a little. Trying to avert his attention from what was going on in the backseat, I smiled at him and said in my best Minnie Mouse voice,

"Aww, my hero," and offered him my lips. Ben leaned down and gave me a little kiss. No tongues or fireworks, just a standard 'wife of twenty years' kiss on the lips.

As he did I couldn't help but feel a wave of naughtiness rush through me, knowing his son's cock was still well up my cunt. Tommy, realizing that everything was okay for the moment, reminded me of his cock up my cunt by thrusting up a couple of times, causing my eyes to go wide and me to let out a little shriek of pleasure as I kissed my husband.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, smiling to himself. The dumb son of a bitch thinks he made me squeal while I kissed him! Little did he know.

He threw the stick over the top of the car and into the underbrush beside the road and made his way back towards the driver's seat. He then paused for a second and turned back. Glaring at Tommy he said,

"Now I know you took your shirt off because it is hot out, but don't you get any sweat on your mother's new dress, she probably paid a lot of money for it and I don't want you to ruin it."

"O-Okay Dad," Tommy responded. "So-sorry, it was just so hot back here."

"That's alright," Ben nodded. "Remember what I said, okay?"

"Okay Dad, thanks."

"Alright, now let's make some time, we are already way behind schedule."

Tommy and I both looked at each other and let out a little giggle. The realization that Ben had seen Tommy sitting there with his shirt off and had in fact commented on it but never realized that he was in fact buck naked and had his cock way up his mother's cunt made us laugh.

"What are two laughing about?" Ben asked from the front, not really asking, just commenting on our laughter.

"Nothing," I said quickly. "Tommy just showed me a funny cat video on his phone."

"Yuck," Ben said. "I hate cats." And he did, in fact he was allergic to them. After that he turned up the volume on the radio and seemingly lost himself in the road.

It wasn't long before Tommy started to thrust his cock deeper into my pussy. Every so often he would give me an upward thrust with his pelvis urging me to do something but I remained still. I wanted to make sure Ben was indeed focused on the road again.

Frustrated, he smacked the side of my arm, not hard, but enough to get my attention. I turned and looked at him, whispering, "Just wait little boy." He started to say something, I smiled and shushed him with my finger on his lip.

My poor boy he had blue balls and needed a release, but I was enjoying the feeling of being full with his cock buried deep in my pussy.

After about fifteen minutes or so I was satisfied that my husband was paying no attention to the backseat. I reluctantly sat up and with a popping sound his cock came out of my pussy.

I then moved up to Tommy's knees and promptly kicked off my flip flops. I dug my bare feet into the carpet of the floor for a second, enjoying the sensation.

I climbed over onto the now open seat next to us kneeling in front of my son I started to strip. I began slowly unbuttoning my dress, giving my son a nasty porn star look as I continued with the buttons.

One by one I continued down until I finally released the last one. The dress, now free of the buttons that once restrained it, and it parted in the middle revealing my cleavage, belly button and of course my perfectly manicured pussy lightly dripping with anticipation.

Wanting to increase the suspense I leaned down and kissed Tommy again. Passionate and full, nothing like the little peck my husband and I had shared a few minutes ago.

Once again we tried to swallow each other whole with our kiss.

Finally breaking off, I smiled over at Tommy again and reached up with both arms and allowed my dress to fall off my shoulders. Now I too was completely and utterly naked.

As the dress fell from my shoulders the wind from the open window caught it, sending it out towards the window. I made a quick grab for it but was too late.

I realized that now I was not only completely naked but I had no way to cover up if my husband stopped the car again.

If somehow we were stopped by the police I would only be able to sit there naked as the inevitable cuffs would be placed on my bare wrists. I pondered the implications for about 10 seconds then made a decision.

I was going to have my pleasure and worry about the consequences later. "You are such a dirty slut," I thought to myself as I made my next move. I had an idea. Laying down on the backseat with my bare feet up in the air crossed over each other I placed my head in his lap.

Looking up at Ben driving I realized if he turned around at that moment he would see his wife lying completely naked with her head in her son's naked lap with his very hard cock sticking straight up in his wife's face. I silently giggled at the thought. Seeing Tommy's monster cock in all its glory jabbing straight up into the air dripping with pre-cum oozing out of the tip. My pussy began to drip even more creating a wet spot on the seat directly under my cunt.

This time with a much better angle I started from the top, enjoying the pre-cum treat dripping out of the tip then slowly working my way down the veiny shaft with my tongue and with my other hand holding and slowly jerking his cock.

My son moaned as I took first one ball then the other in my mouth, sucking and kissing each one. Barely able to keep his eyes open my son looked towards the front to see if my husband noticed anything. Ben was busy humming along to "Sweet Child of Mine."

I barely noticed as I kept licking up and down the outside of his shaft with my tongue. With my right hand holding it I lowered my head just a little. I smiled greedily looking up at his huge veiny cock.

Mentally preparing myself for a technique I had always wanted to try, I worked my way up the shaft stopping at the tip to lick some more pre-cum. Positioning my head over his cock, I then opened my mouth and dropped my head straight down, swallowing every inch of his cock I could.

I felt it hit the back of my throat immediately. God, it felt fantastic tickling the back of my throat. I celebrated my luck (I had read once that only 37% of woman do not have a gag reflex and it seemed that I was one of them).

Holding his cock deep in my throat, I finally lifted my head up and off his enormous dick, spitting saliva all over his engorged dick. Gasping and choking for air I coughed. The music went down."What's wrong, is everything alright?" My son, thinking quickly replied, "Oh no dad, we are fine, mom's coke just went down the wrong pipe. That's all, she just needs to cough for a few minutes." No response.

"R-really hunny I'm fine," I said, half pretending and half really coughing. "I just might need to cough a few more times to get it all out."

And with that, my still very naked body resumed gagging on my son's cock as my husband listened in the front seat.

Satisfied, he said, "Okay, but if you need me to stop we can."

"N-no tha-that won't be nec-necessary h-hun. I-I'm fine r-r-r-really," I managed to cough out as I continued my assault on my son's dick.

He finally turned the music back up and resumed driving. Over the next few minutes I furiously fucked my face with Tommy's dick. I couldn't help it. His cock was like my catnip; I couldn't get enough of it.

It was unbelievable to me that Ben had bought our story about me choking on my soda because the gagging and slurping sounds of me sucking my son's balls and dick would have definitely had me asking questions.

Thankfully my husband, never the great thinker, did buy our story or at least it appeared that way and he didn't mention anything again. My pussy needed some attention too I got up onto my knees.

My bare feet pushing back against the crumpled box next to the door and with my left hand I began to rub my largely smooth pussy. Dripping sweat and pussy juice on the seat below.

Rapidly my technique was getting better as I remembered something else from the book that my friend Susan had given me: remember to breathe through your nose.

This allowed for much longer penetrations of my throat. My sons cock and balls were soon covered in my saliva as continued to attack his cock with my mouth.

One last time I put my face directly above his cock and took a deep breath, sweat dripping onto the mushroom tip from my forehead before finally I pounced.

The feeling of his huge cock plunging deep through my mouth and way into my throat was like nothing I had ever felt before. As I did this Tommy whispered, "Oh my god mom." I don't think he even had control of his body as he thrust upward, pushing his cock even further down my throat.

Pleasurable tears fell down my face as I continued to hold Tommy's cock in my throat. I had sucked cock many times in my life but never like this. This was porn star territory.

I held his rigid cock in the back of my throat for longer than I thought possible, barely able to breathe but loving every second that his dick filled my entire mouth and throat.

It was beyond incredible as every so often Tommy would involuntarily thrust his cock even further into my throat. Trying to breathe through my nose as the book had instructed. I never wanted this to end.

Suddenly I felt the familiar sensation of my hands and toes tingling, signaling my orgasm was only seconds away.

It came with a rush of pure pleasure as my body trembled all over, including my throat, which caused Tommy to cry out in ecstasy as the trembling of my throat must have felt so good on his cock.

I kept rubbing my clit as I felt my pussy begin to squirt cum all over the seat. I felt thankful once again for my husband's anosmia because the backseat was really beginning to smell of pussy and sex.

The huge cock in my throat kept me from screaming as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

It seemed that the sexy combination of me doing something as nasty as impaling my head onto my son's cock and the furious rubbing I was giving my clit had caused me to spontaneously orgasm

(once again something I had only read about but never experienced).

I almost passed out with his cock still way in the back of my throat but somehow I managed to catch myself. Sweat pouring down my body from the exertion, I felt sexier than I ever had before.

Finally, after what seemed like forever but probably was only a few minutes, barely able to breathe I pulled my head back allowing his cock to escape my mouth as I gasped for air. Threads of saliva trailed down from my mouth to my son's beautiful cock.

Continuing to bob up and down, going deep but not nearly as deep as I had been, my adoration of my son's beautiful cock had him soon ready to explode.

Still spitting, I kept jerking and licking his cock until my son could hold out no more. He grabbed his cock from me as I remembered my set up.

I quickly climbed down onto the floor of the Jeep directly behind my husband. Pressing my naked body up against the back of the driver's seat giving Tommy as much room as possible.

"Oh god I can't wait." I had always wanted a facial from someone. Always too nervous to ask for one. I never wanted to appear as a total slut but now with my sexual reawakening complete I was going to enjoy having my face coated with sperm. *****

Fuck this was it. My mother had just given me the best blowjob I had ever had. None of the other girls I had been with could even come close to the talent that mom had.

The incredible feeling of her gagging on my cock had almost brought me to orgasm several times but I concentrated as hard as I could and held off.

I looked down as I stroked my cock I love her so much right now not just as a slutty woman kneeling under me but as my mom and my lover.

I thought about how much I wanted to show her my love. I concentrated again, this time focusing on blowing as big a load as possible.

Remembering every trick, I had learned jerking off in my bedroom as a young boy experimenting with masturbation. Every girl I had ever fucked had led me to this moment and I knew "This was going to be magnificent." Knowing I was ready.

I moved forward in the seat lifting my ass up and crunched my head up against the roof of the Jeep. Bending my knees, I tried to get as high as possible in a semi-crouched position.

I strained to push my cock towards my waiting mother as I stroked it furiously toward my climax.

"Now" I said and positioned my cock directly in front of my mother's waiting face. ******

I kneeled down further. With my son standing up I positioned my face directly in front of his cock. I felt like a porn star at that moment, all of the dirty things I always thought about but never tried.

Right now what I wanted from my boy was a facial. "You are such a slut" I thought as I anxiously awaited my treat.

"Come on baby, give it to me," I instructed my son, the huge mushroom head and hole only inches from my face.

"Don't scream," I warned. "or at least cover your mouth" He quickly did and just in time because when I saw his eyes go wide I knew it was the point of no return. I watched eagerly as the shaft of his cock began to pulse.

His first blast was something I was not prepared for. The combination of his youth and my teasing him for hours had built up a huge load of cum. The blast struck me in the face alright.

Landing directly on my sweat soaked forehead, the force of his release caused cum to be sprayed everywhere. The ricochet of cum off of my forehead went everywhere. Splattering into my hair, eyes and nose.

The next one hit my hair, some of it skimming off the top and landing on the back of the seat my husband was sitting in as he continued to sing along, totally unaware that his son had just blown a load on his wife's face.

I opened my mouth and my son aimed down, shooting two ropes of cum almost directly into my mouth, some of it landing on my lips and chin. I quickly swallowed, gulping down his warm sticky jizz.

He continued pumping his cock, sending diminishing shots of sperm towards my chin and neck, a lot of the cum beginning to dribble down onto my tits and stomach.

As the waves of sperm began to stop I grabbed his cock with both hands and squeezed as I moved my hands up towards the mushroom tip.

Forcing more drips of cum out of the still swollen tip of his cock, I licked these up quickly, swallowing every new drop of sperm that he could produce.

Tommy moaned in ecstasy as I cleaned his very sensitive cock of every last drop of cum.

Finally satisfied that I was getting no more of my boy's baby batter I released his dick from my grip and allowed him to sit back down.

I looked down at myself, smiling as I realized I had cum dripping all over me. I could feel the warm jism dripping down my face onto my sweaty naked body.

A large and particularly sticky load was seemingly frozen in mid drop on my chin. I had another nasty thought.

"Get your camera out, baby." I wanted him to take a picture of my face and body covered in his warm sperm. Tommy quickly retrieved his phone from the door compartment and pulled up the camera app.

Climbing back onto the seat I got back on all fours and posed for him. I gave him a wicked smile as I posed for the picture.

He kept snapping a few more as I posed for him in naughty and wicked ways. Satisfied that he had captured his slutty mother covered in his own cum, he handed me the phone.

Oh, I almost came again looking at the pics. The first one was the best. It showed me smiling seductively, my lips slightly curved with cum all over my face.

My forehead was literally dripping with jism. I could see where my mascara had run from the combination of cum and my deep throating.

The glob of cum slowly dripping off my chin was even bigger than it felt. The mixture of sweat and cum on my face was beyond sexy.

The next picture was me shoving my tits out as I leaned back onto the balls of my feet showing the many drops of cum that had collected on my glistening C-cup tits.

The rest of the pictures were as hot as the first couple, basically documenting the amount of sperm coating my entire body.

I looked around the backseat area for a second. The leather bench seat Tommy now sat on was drenched in sweat, female ejaculate and little drops of cum that had fallen off of my naked body.

The floor mat also had little drops of fallen that must have dripped as my son's climax came to an end.

I giggled a little as I saw a huge glob of cum running down the back of my husband's seat and slowly dripping onto the floor.

I could feel the wetness on the seat as I looked around. It was a little bit nasty but in my current sex crazed state of mind I didn't really care.

This was the nastiest thing I had ever done in my life and I loved every minute of it. I was a changed woman. Gone was the housewife who allowed her husband to verbally abuse her. Gone was the woman who never fulfilled her dream of becoming a biologist.

In her place was a sexually confident woman who got what she wanted and took what she wanted. I was truly blissful in that moment awakened from my 19-year slumber. I knew that I would never be the same again.

I stood up and leaned in towards my son, kissing him passionately. Tommy did not seem to mind the taste of his own sperm on my breath as we made out for a minute or two.

I then sat up on him putting my arm around his shoulder and leaned into his strong arms. Almost purring with satisfaction we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

* *

"Motherfucker," my husband cried from the front seat.

I sat up instantly but took a second or two to orient myself. The Jeep was still progressing down the highway.

Squinting at the sunlight I raised both my arms and stretched luxuriously, relishing the feeling of my nakedness. I looked down and my son's cock was rock hard protruding up next to my bare leg. "Wait." I suddenly remembered what had woken me up.

Nervously, I glanced up towards the front of the Jeep. My husband was still driving waving his arms toward a car riding beside us.

"What the fuck do you want asshole," he yelled out the window towards the car beside us. I looked over as a red convertible was keeping pace with our Jeep.

The man driving kept looking towards our car. Suddenly I realized he was looking at me. I was still very naked and covered in dried cum. I was sure he couldn't see the cum, but what he could see was an attractive woman in her late thirties very much without apparel.

I looked him right in the eye as I nodded towards the front of the Jeep where my husband was driving and then put a finger to my lips.

My eyes pleaded with him. He still just stared at me. I did the only thing I could think of. I gave him a little show.

Leaning towards the window I gave a tentative glance toward my husband then began to lick my lips seductively.

While I played with my tits and rubbed my torso. This went on for about a minute. I was getting turned on a little displaying my goods to a complete stranger and although he couldn't see I reached down and played with my pussy a little.

My motive though was to give him enough of a show that would satisfy him enough to move on. He then pulled out his phone quickly and snapped a shot of my completely naked body as he struggled to keep his car on the road.

Then smiling and shaking his head he stepped on the gas. Before my husband could do anything he was far down the road, obviously in a much faster car than our old Jeep Cherokee.

"Can you believe that asshole?" Ben said from the front. "Motherfucker pulls up to the side of the Jeep and then just stays there never passing, keeping pace with us for at least 10 minutes. Did you notice him babe?"

"N-no hun," I said still very nervous about my current situation.

"Well he was an asshole." Satisfied, my husband turned the radio back up and resumed his concentration towards the road ahead.

I was beginning to get a little nervous as I realized my situation. I was still completely naked in the backseat, only a few feet from my husband in the front, covered in dried cum from the sperm bath my son had given me earlier.

I looked down at my phone on the seat. Shit. I realized it had been over half an hour since we fell into each other's arms after the cum shower that Tommy had given me.

Shit, I thought again as the realization of what could have happened during that time if Ben had decided he needed to pee or something. However,

I was still in a dilemma. My dress, the only piece of clothing I had worn into the car, had blown out the window earlier and the suitcase was unreachable from here with all of the boxes and stuff piled up in the car.

Grabbing my phone, I turned on the camera and switched it to selfie mode. My heart sank a little as I saw the drying sperm still all over my face. The larger globs of cum on my forehead were still moist and very noticeable as I looked at myself in the phone.

Despite the situation, I started to get a tingle in my cunt at the sheer nastiness of seeing my face covered in sperm.

I glanced down at my son's still rock hard cock as he slept. "Ahh, the stamina of a young man is unmatched," I sighed to myself as I looked at him hungrily.

I knew I was going to fuck him one more time.

"Goddammit you dirty slut you're gonna get busted." I didn't care anymore.

My inner dirty slut took over my body as I realized our session of incestuous fucking wasn't over just yet. Glancing over at my purse lying on the seat beside our naked bodies I remembered the chewing gum I had.

Smiling to myself wickedly, I thought about how the sound of us chewing gum would mask the slapping sounds of what I hoped was going to be another furious fuck session with my boy.

"Hey hon, do you want a piece of gum?" I asked, holding it up over his shoulder. I made sure he only saw my hand and some of my forearm as a glob of my son's sperm was still drying on my upper arm. "Absolutely," he said. Reaching up with his right hand, he quickly took it from me and began chewing away, making popping and snapping sounds. I of course knew he would take it. Ben was sometimes like a kid.

I dropped a couple more pieces into his hand saying, "Here, take the rest hun, I have one piece each for Tommy and me and I know how much you like bubble gum."

"Thanks babe," he said as he once again began smacking his gum loudly. Ben happily began chewing gum and singing to the mix tape, turning up the volume a little as he continued to drive oblivious to the depravity going on directly behind him.

Turning back to my son, I contemplated the huge gamble I was taking as I kneeled on the seat again and began to gently stroke his cock once again.

Licking my lips, I went in for the kill a third time today as I began to slowly work my way up his delicious cock.

Tommy, now waking up, looked over at me and our eyes met with a gaze so lustful it would have embarrassed a porn star.

I worked my way towards the mushroom tip and once again taking a deep breath I throated his cock with everything I had. With his cock once again deep down my throat and tears of carnality running down my face. I thought about everything that had happened today and wished we were in a time loop.

Something like a very naughty "Groundhog Day". A place where my son and I could fuck until we couldn't stand up anymore.

Even with my reduced gag reflex, when you deep throat for three solid minutes eventually you have to come up for air.

My husband barely noticed my gasps and spits as I allowed my son's cock to escape my lips. Looking up at Tommy again I rose and gave him a messy kiss.

As my hand continued to stroke his steel hard cock we once again explored each other's mouths. Slowly I placed my bare feet up on the bench seat still kissing my son hard then I lowered my pussy over his cock.

I instantly felt the electricity of his huge member penetrating my pussy.

t occurred to me as his cock continued to reach the depths of my cunt, that he had, only 19 years ago, came out of that same pussy his cock was now invading.

When I was satisfied that I could get no more of his cock into my pussy in this position I began to bounce up and down on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning on his shoulder.

Enjoying the feeling of fullness that always comes from a big dick in my pussy. My bare ass was facing my husband and I forgot all about how I was going to get myself out of this situation and just enjoyed fucking my son.

For the first time today my son finally got to properly suck on my tits. Pushing me back slightly as I continued to bounce up and down, I was thankful for the Pilates classes that kept me in shape.

He gently sucked on my nipples, swirling his tongue over the areola of each tit. Sucking and biting each nipple another orgasm soon built up. I needed to really bounce on his dick if I was to have another good one.

So I put my legs back down on the cum and pussy soaked floor and turned around. Now facing forward, I began to really fuck my son. Now I could get the leverage I needed to feel his cock way up my cunt.

I pushed down really hard and stopped for a second whispering to Tommy, "Baby, thrust upward as hard as you can, okay? Please do it for mommy." I smiled wickedly at my boy as he suddenly pushed upward as hard as he could.

"Oh god damn it," I cried out very loudly as the pain of his thrust hit me. In seconds that pain was replaced by pleasure as his cock penetrated depths of my cunt never felt before.

Unfortunately, my cry was enough to startle my husband.

"What, what's wrong babe?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice.

"Nothing, I just spilled my fucking coke all over my new dress," I quickly covered.

"Seriously," he said. "No more cokes for you, first you choke on it then you spill it on yourself, do you want me to stop?"

"Don't stop," I said a little too loudly as my son had started to slow down his rhythm when my husband spoke.

It was an answer to my husband but an instruction for my son as I smiled at the double meaning. Our fucking was so much better knowing that Ben was completely oblivious.

"Are you sure?" he asked.