Sweet Ride with Mom's Part 2

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 Kaley, 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 Toney 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 Toney 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 Kaley," 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 Kaley, 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 Bary'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 Bary, 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 Bary 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 Toney'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 Bary 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.

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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 Bary 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 Toney while Bary took the other side, happy that he had plenty of room for his large frame.

As Bary 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 Toney through his pants. Then Bary 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 Toney 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.