GETTIN' YOUR KICKS ON ROUTE 66

Preface.

Through the wall that separated my bedroom from my son's, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of a horny teenager beating his meat. The slapping of skin as he smacked his fist along the length of his hard cock, the hushed groans as he neared his self induced orgasm and the slight creaking of his bed as he moved around.

On my side of the divide, I stood with my ear pressed up against the wall, listening intently. My hand had snaked down my busty body and between my legs. My hungry pussy was wet and hot, my fingers delving deep into my snatch. It had been so long since I had felt a nice hard cock up me. My pussy was gagging for a good fucking.

I could feel an orgasm building once more inside my cunt. I rammed my fingers furiously up myself, listening to the sounds coming from behind the wall. Oh how I would love to just rip my thin little nightdress down and run right into his room. Mommy would know exactly how to take care of her big boy's cock. He would not need to jack off every night then, he would be too busy pounding it right up his horny mother's cunt!

Oh yes sure, he was my son, but he was also a man now, a man that could use his big dick to give me what I needed. Oh yes, mommy would ride his cock, I would ride that big fucker all night long just to satisfy my hungry sexual appetite.

I was close now, close to another big orgasm. I squashed my hand against my pussy and wriggled my fingers around inside me. I held my breath and desperately tried not to scream out. I was gonna cum hard, my pussy ready to erupt, thinking about my son lying in his bed, beating that big, stiff cock.

"Just let mommy have it baby," I thought to myself..."Just fuck me son!"

My pussy gushed with my juices and I quickly pulled my sopping wet fingers out of my hole. A squirt fired from my cunt and landed on the carpet beneath me. My legs suddenly felt heavy and I leaned against the wall for support. I raised my hand and covered my mouth, muffling the cries of orgasmic pleasure.

Several moments passed as I regained myself. I tried to control my heaving breathing as I pressed my ear tightly against the wall. It was silent now and I could only assume that while I had been fingering myself, my son had blasted his hot load and settled down to sleep.

With a pang of regret at having not heard 'the main event,' I threw myself onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling. It was a warm night, but not as warm as the night before when I had removed my clothes and climbed butt naked into bed. Tonight it was cooler, but between my legs a fire burned.

Wild thoughts ran through my mind..images of my son laying there, his thick young cum streaked across his abs, his big dick starting to deflate after giving it a good pumping.

I thought about the week that lay ahead and I could not help but smile. I had been thinking about this coming week for months, ever since we first accepted the invite to my friend's wedding in Los Angeles. A whole week on the road, just me and my hunky teenage son...this was going to be a road trip to remember...and I was going to make sure that it was!!

Preparations.

We have all heard the stories about Route 66. It is woven into the fabric of America and a lost monument to a by-gone age. From its intrepid first travellers who sought a new start in the west, to those romantics and sentimentalists who attempt to trace its path today, ribbons of tarmac stretching from the shores of Lake Michagan to the rolling waves of the Pacific. A symbol of our great nations achievements and possibilities in the most troubled of times, carrying with it a soundtrack that will live forever.

I had always wanted to go on the ultimate American road trip. Route 66 had been a strange fascination of mine ever since I read 'The Grapes of Wrath' when I was in college. At the age of almost 40, I was starting to wonder if I would ever get the chance to journey down the old 'Mother Road,' that was until one day a few months ago when one of my old school friends called me up and invited me and my son to her wedding.

Clarisa Jones had been one of my closest friends right through High school and into college. She had moved to California with her parents when we were both 19. I had not seen much of her over the years, living so far away, but we had spoken a lot on the phone and through the internet. I had agreed right away to be at the wedding but it was actually my son Brandon who came up with the idea of going by road instead of the much quicker way of flying.

I have lived with my now 18 year old son, Brandon, by myself, ever since his dad left me when Brandon was just a year old. We were never married but it still left me to bring up my son alone. Sure I had had boyfriends over the years, some even got pretty serious, but in the end they never worked out and before long it was just me and my son again.

This business of getting turned on by listening to him masturbate, had started about a year before. At first it was just curiosity when I heard some strange noises coming from his room late at night. However, as time passed, I started to make of point of listening to him and before I knew what was happening, I was getting turned on.

Brandon has grown up into a very good looking boy. He works out and is captain of his school football team. His hair is dark and wavy, his eyes penetrating and deep. He reminds me so much of his dad when I first met him all those years ago. He is rather cocky and sometimes arrogant, but that only makes him more attractive to me, I like a guy with spirit!

Now of course I know it's wrong for a mother to be sexually attracted to her own son, but the more I listened to him beating his stick off, the more I thought about fucking him.

Without a man in my life, my son had replaced a boyfriend as the sexual object of my desires. So many nights lately I have stood by that bedroom wall, listening to the unmistakable sounds and finger-fucking my wet pussy. In my wild, sex starved, imagination, I think about Brandon climbing on top of me and pumping his big young cock deep inside me..fucking me so good and hard. I think about that night I came home late and slightly drunk and stumbled into the bathroom, not realizing that he was in the shower.

It had only lasted a moment before he noticed me and covered himself up, but for a few seconds I got to see just how 'big' my boy had gotten. His cock was only semi-hard but it hung long between his legs. About 6 inches of fat cock meat that instantly made my pussy get wet.

I had made my apologies and left the bathroom, but seeing that big dick and knowing that he obviously got much bigger when fully hard, had really confirmed something that I had known for a while...I wanted to have sex with my son.

Now for my age, I guess I am what you would describe as a MILF!. I have a good figure and am curvy without being fat. I have big 38 double d breasts and a nice bubble butt..think of the porn star Sara Jay and you will have some idea of what I look like!

Brandon had never been shy in telling me how sexy I was, often complementing me on my dress or my hair or telling me how good my ass looked in my new figure hugging jeans. I guess it was another factor in my sexual attraction to him. Knowing that he thought I was hot and imagining him thinking about me while fisting his dick, just got me even wetter for him.

"You know Mom..How about we don't take a flight to L.A?" He had said when I told him about Clarisa's wedding.

"What do you mean?" I had replied.

"Well how about we take a different route to California..You have always wanted to go down Route 66, or at least what's left of it...how about we drive to L.A?" He asked.

"You mean it...really?" I had said enthusiastically. "You don't think it's too far..I mean that's one long drive baby!"

"Well we can spilt the driving between us, I got my licence now, so you drive some and then I drive some..it will be ok!" He replied.

I had needed no more persuasion. I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tight, squashing my big rack against his chest. From our home in Willow Springs in suburban Chicago, it is about two and a half thousand miles to Los Angeles...

"But what about hotels..It's gonna cost a lot of money to stay in hotels every night on the road?" I said, thinking more practically now as I moved my head from against his shoulder and looked him in the eyes, our faces just inches apart but our arms still locked in a tight hug.

"Well...we don't have to stay in expensive hotels in the city's..There must be hundreds of cheap little motels down Route 66, you know those old mom and pop type places in the small towns...and we don't need two rooms, we can share one, right?" He replied confidently.

As soon as he said it, I felt a funny little tingle deep within me. The thought of sharing a room with my handsome son and maybe, just maybe, catching sight of a nice big morning hard-on while he slept, made my pussy cream!!

"Are you sure...you wouldn't mind sharing with your mom?" I said.

"No of course not," He replied with a slight chuckle, "Might even be able to share a bed!"

He said it with a naughty little wink and a smirk on his face, then he broke the hug and pulled away from me, I felt his hand momentarily slide down my back and come to rest on my butt before he backed away, winked at me again and headed out of the room.

I stood for a few moments gathering my thoughts. Brandon had always been quite flirty and often came out with little comments like that but now it took on a whole new meaning for me.. was he serious about wanting to share a bed, or was I just reading too much into his innuendo comment. Maybe I was just horny and listening to him whacking off his cock all the time had distorted my perspective on things?

***

As the time got closer we began to plan for our road trip. I went to a book store and got a really good map of Route 66. The problem today of course is that the old road does not exist in the same way it used to. Today it is broken up with interstate highways that run right next to the famous tarmac or indeed just right over the top of where it once was. Our Satellite Navigation system would be important but if we wanted to travel the historic 66 highways, then we needed a good road map too.

We decided that rather than trying to book our places to stay ahead of time, we would just drive and pull into some small town, when we had had enough of the driving for one day and try to find a place to stay. Brandon said it would be better this way as we would not have to get to a certain town each night but just pull over when we got tired. So, that's what we agreed to do.

About a week before we set off, I went to this beautiful store in Chicago to buy my dress for the wedding. I was wandering around the store when I strayed into the women's underwear section. I thought about the nights I was going to be spending in those hotel rooms with my son and a plan formulated in my mind. I was already thinking some naughty thoughts about what we might get up to on this trip, when I spotted the most beautiful nightdress I had ever seen. It was almost transparent but in a beautiful white lace. It was fairly short and would reach just above my knees. It had a fine and delicate patchwork of white and red around the edges. The straps hung from the shoulder's and gave way to a plunging neckline, that I knew would just about be able to hold my big tits within it but would certainly create an eye-popping sight.

I imagined Brandon's face as I climbed into bed and he saw me wearing this. It was the kind of nightwear that a wife would put on for her husband to see her in, or a bride to wear on her honeymoon night.

"God I would look really hot in that!" I said under my breath, looking around to make sure that nobody had overheard me.

Thinking naughty thoughts about my son again and smiling to myself, I took the sexy little number off the hook and placed it in my basket.

I found a nice blue dress to wear to the wedding and then headed for the checkouts. The girl behind the counter gave me a knowing little smile when she took the nightdress out of the basket and placed it into the bag.

I thought to myself, "If only you knew who was gonna get to see me wearing that thing!!"

**

As I lay in bed, the night before the trip began, having finger-fucked myself to another wet and sticky orgasm and with my new sexy lingerie packed in my suitcase, I considered what lay ahead. I did not know what, if anything, was going to happen. I knew I wanted to fuck Brandon but did he really wanna 'do me'...despite all his bravado and sexual innuendo, I was still his mom..and could he fuck his own mother?..even if I was wearing that fucking hot little nightie??..I thought too about us sharing not just a room but a bed as well, as Brandon had suggested, would I be able to control my unnatural urges, sleeping right next to that good looking boy, or would I just jump on him and to hell with the consequences?

I fell into a restless sleep that night, my mind whirling with so many naughty thoughts and hopes about the week ahead. I was going to do all I could to seduce my son and get what I wanted, that much I had decided...this mother was going all out to 'Get her kicks on Route 66!!!

Day One -- Willow Springs, Illinois to Rolla, Missouri

We set off early next morning, wanting to make good progress on our first day.

"Ok, you drive first then I will take over later," I said as I climbed into the passenger seat of our Toyota Hilux.

"Yeah alright, I'm a better driver anyway," Brandon replied as he got behind the wheel.

"This is gonna be so much fun," I said with a big smile, "I have been waiting years to do this."

It wasn't just the excitement of finally getting to drive Route 66, but the anticipation of the nights to come in the hotels!!

Our GPS tracker, lead us out of Willow Springs and through the sweet little town of Joliet, before taking us on to the I-55 and south towards Bloomington.

Brandon and I chatted as we drove along, talking about all sorts of things, until the subject turned to boyfriends.

"What about that last idiot you got with, what was his name, Tommy?..What a dickhead he was!" Brandon said disdainfully.

"Yeah I know he was, he had cute eyes though." I replied.

"Cute eyes, give me a break...That guy looked like Pee Wee Herman on a bad day..I don't know why you wasted your time with that deuce?"

"Well, he was kinda sweet...he took me to some nice restaurants and do you remember he always showed up at the house with some flowers?" I reminded my son.

"Yeah right, flowers!!..That'll keep you warm at night!" Brandon replied sarcastically.

"Yeah...well...He didn't do that very well I must admit!"

"That's right he didn't..I am sure that guy was in denial..He had 'I'm Gay' written all over him!" Brandon said.

I laughed out loud and turned my face to look at my son, then replied.

"What makes you think he was gay?"

"Oh please come on mom..If that guy was any further back in the closet he would be in fucking Narnia!" Brandon argued.

I now laughed hysterically, thinking back to my ex partner and those rather damp squib nights I had spent in bed with him. He had not been so bad but was certainly not the best either. He worked as a sales consultant to some big muti-national company and his work really was his life, which is one of the reason we spilt, almost a year ago now...wow had it really been that long ago? How time flew by so quickly.

"And what about that other guy..George?" Brandon continued with a mocking tone, "He looked like Rick Moranis from those old 'Honey I Shrunk The Kid's' movies..another deuce bag!"

"Oh no not George..I have been trying to forget about him," I replied.

"Yeah I bet you have," He went on teasing me, "What the hell were you thinking there mom?"

I pondered for a moment and then replied, "He was rich!"

Brandon laughed and said, "Even so, there's a limit..you two looked so odd together."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Well come on mom, you're a hot looking babe walking beside a guy who looks like a geeky high school science teacher."

Brandon had said I was hot before but he had never called me a 'babe'..I liked that!!

"Well thank you baby!" I replied coyly.

Brandon turned his head away from the road and glanced over at me. I met his eyes and he winked at me. I smiled and raised my eyebrows at him.

We often exchanged this sort of moment. A look or a glance that acknowledged a mutual attraction between a woman and a man, no words were spoken but it was just that indirect and surreptitious nod of mutual appreciation for the other's good looks.

After this we sat quietly for a while...thinking.

**

"Shall we stop for lunch in Springfield?" Brandon asked.

"Yeah sure," I replied, feeling my stomach rumbling over.

We found a little truckstop just north of the city which we pulled into and climbed out of the car. Brandon stretched his arms high over head causing his t-shirt to rise. As he did I glimpsed the lower section of his stomach, the start of a six pack starting to become visible.

The little roadside cafe was pretty busy as we walked in and found a table. The place was decorated like one of those old 50's diners, all red leather seats and chrome. Worn out looking truck drivers sat all around the place, munching their way through big burgers and steaks. The air was thick with smoke from the open griddles that were cooking the food behind the counter.

A pretty waitress approached us and took our order.

Over lunch, Brandon and I chatted.

"Well we have not seen much of ole' Route 66 yet have we mom?" Brandon asked as he cut into a slice of pizza.

"No, not yet..It will open up more when he can get off the Interstate and onto the backroads..the other side of St. Louis probably." I replied

"Yeah I guess so...Where do you think we can get to for tonight?" He enquired.

"I'm not really sure..somewhere in Missouri I think..I will take over the driving this afternoon if you like?"

He nodded his agreement and carried on eating his lunch.

"It was approaching mid-summer and the air conditioning in the restaurant was being put through its paces. Outside the day was getting pretty warm and the humidity was rising.

"We better get some gas while we are here the tank is running a little low." Brandon said as he took another bite of pizza.

"Ok!" I replied.

"So this friend of yours, have I ever met her?" He asked.

"Errm, well only when you were little, she came to visit once but apart from that I really haven't seen her in years..she moved to California when we were in college and you know...people drift apart." I told him with a tinge of regret in my voice.

"Is she a hottie like you mom?" He said without a hint of embarrassment.

I smiled and raised my eyebrows at him, then after a moment I replied, "Well I don't know about that...she was better looking than me when we were younger!"

Brandon chuckled and shook his head, "Nah, nobody's that good looking mom."

Like I said before, my son often flirted with me like this but my heightened state of arousal towards him just made it so much more than simple flirting for me.

Then, as we were nearing the end of lunch, I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat. I was wearing just an ordinary t-shirt, it was not low cut although it did bulge out a lot in the front because of my big boobs, but then anything I wore did that! I hated wearing bra's in hot weather and I was aware that my hard bullet nipples were visible through my shirt.I caught Brandon several times gazing at my tits. He would look down at the plate below him and surreptitiously move his eyes upwards, taking a sneaky look at my large rack. My pussy was getting wet!!

Maybe seducing Brandon was not going to be too hard. Like most 18 year old boys he had a fascination with big breasts...and I sure had a big pair to use!

I thought again about that little nightdress in my case. My big tits would look amazing encased in that thin lacy material. Brandon would get a much better view of his horny mother's titties later tonight!

My pussy practically creamed at the thought of so blatantly showing my busty body to my well hung boy. I squirmed slightly in my seat trying to scratch the hot itch in my cunt!

Soon we had left the truck-stop and were back on the road. I had taken over the driving and we were heading towards St Louis.

Using the Route 66 map, we took a small diversion from our route and visited the old Chain of Rocks Bridge, the one that carried the 'Mother road' over the Mississippi. Sadly only a pedestrian crossing now and we were soon back in the car and driving again.

The outside temperature was still climbing as the time reached late afternoon. We had been on the road for quite a few hours now and getting lost around the ring roads of St. Louis extended our journey.

We sighted the magnificent Gateway Arch and headed into town for a brief stop.

"You wanna go to the top mom?" Brandon asked as we parked the car and walked towards the famous monument.

"Yeah, let's do it." I replied.

Going up in the tiny elevator that carries tourists to the narrow enclosed viewing platform at the top of the arch, I again noticed Brandon glance at my tits. He was really paying attention to my 'babies' today. I looked down to see my hard nipples poking into the material of the t-shirt and I could not help but smile slightly.

The view from the top of the arch was magnificent. The plains of Missouri stretched away in the far distance, covered by a sunny haze. Down below, the waters of the Mississippi glistened in the afternoon sun and an old paddle steamer sat moored to the bank. People shuffled around on the narrow walkway, jostling for position at the little windows that overlooked this beautiful city. Camera flashlights kept going off as people recorded this moment, 630 feet above St.Louis.

**

It was almost 5.30 by the time we rejoined the highway and headed southwards again. The map of Route 66 showed some towns up ahead where we hoped to be able to find our first hotel to spend the night. We passed the signpost for the famous Meramec Caverns, which Jesse James is said to have used as a hideout, although a lot of people doubt the claim!

In the little town of Cuba, Missouri, we found a real beating heart of the old Route 66. The signs and artworks paid homage to those bygone days of travel on this forgotten road.

"Oh look at that over there...Wigwam's!" Brandon called out as we headed through town.

"Oh yeah, I have heard about these, it's a motel I think!" I replied.

"That's cool..wanna try and stay here the night?"

"Yeah let's pull over and go see!" I said as we neared the entrance driveway. Just then I saw a rope thrown across the turnoff and a sign attached to it.

"What's it say?" I asked.

"Closed for refurbishment..Oh damn it!" Brandon replied with an angry tone.

"Oh that's a shame..That would have been fun!" I replied, equally disappointed.

"You know what this is not the only wigwam motel on Route 66, I am sure there is another one someplace...In California maybe?"

"I will have a look in the book," Brandon replied as he began to thumb through the pages of the guidebook.

"We will try further on," I said, as I swung the car back onto the road.

"Yeah here it is," Brandon said after a few moments, "It's near San Bernardino, Rialto California...The Wigwam Motel."

"Ok, we will try to get in there when we hit California. Maybe that can be our last night before we get to Los Angeles?" I said hopefully.

Brandon nodded and turned his attention back to the GPS.

"Looks like Rolla, Missouri is the next town along the road here..let's try there!" He said.

"Ok..sounds good!" I replied again.

A little while later we entered the town of Rolla and pulled up outside a 'Days Inn' Motel.

It was already dark when we drove into the car park and stopped in front of the office. The motel itself was set round in a two storey semi-square block and we were encouraged to see the 'Vacancies' sign outside.

Brandon jumped out the car and went inside the office, where I could see through the window that an old guy was stood behind the desk. A few moments later Brandon came back outside and gave me a thumbs up sign and motioned me to come into the office.

I parked the car in a parking bay and walked inside.

"They have got a couple of rooms left," Brandon said. "You get us checked in and I will go unload the car."

"Alright," I replied as Brandon headed out of the office door.

I smiled at the man behind the desk as I approached him.

"Hello, how are you mam?" He asked warmly.

"Yeah I am fine thanks, you have a room for the night?" I said back.

"Sure do mam..I got two rooms left for tonight. You want them both or are sharing?

"Sharing will be fine." I said innocently.

"Ok mam..One's a double the other has got two small single beds, which one do you wanna take?" He asked, giving me a slight smirk.

"Oh err..the double will be ok for us thank you." I tried not to make eye contact as I replied.

"Sure," he said after a moment's pause.

I reached into my purse and took out my credit card.

"That is gonna be $50 for one night's stay," He said as he tapped away on his keyboard.

"Could I take your name please mam?"

"Oh yeah, It's Giffords, Cindy Giffords." I replied.

"Ok, could you just fill out this form and sign at the bottom please?" He asked, passing the sheet of paper.

After he ran my card through the machine, he handed me a key-card and directed me to the upper floor of the building.

"Ok mam, here is your room key, it's gonna be room 34. Go out of the door and along the front of the building to the second set of stairs going up and then it's just along the walkway."

"Ok thank you!" I replied and turned to head towards the door, into the warm Missouri night.

"Have a good night!" He called to me as I opened the door to go out. He had a distinctly condescending tone to his voice. To be honest he might as well have just come out and said, "I know what you are gonna be doing in that room."

I just glanced over my shoulder and smiled at him before going through the door. I guess he thought that Brandon was some toyboy lover of mine, an older woman taking her young man to a motel behind her husband's back. "If only you knew the truth," I thought to myself as I walked back to where Brandon was stood by the truck, holding our two bags.

"It's up there on the second floor, Room 34." I said as I put the key in the door and locked up the car.

Brandon walked off in the direction of the stairs and I could not help watching his tight buns as he strode away, pulling the two suitcases beside him.

*

A short while after we had put our bags into the room, we went to a little diner down the street and had dinner, before returning to the motel for the night.

The room was nice and spacious and Brandon did not seem at all bothered about the one solitary bed, or be it a king size one that occupied it.

"I am gonna go take a shower," He said as he walked into the bathroom, while I unzipped a bag to take out my toothbrush.

"Ok," I replied.

While he was in the shower, I removed my new nightdress from the case and laid it out on the bed. The delicate lace work around the top and hem of the transparent material really made it look like a classy and expensive item of lingerie.

My plan was to go into the bathroom once Brandon came out and get dressed up in my sexy little negligee. Then I planned to come out and climb into bed, giving Brandon ample view of my assets.

I picked up the nightie and wrapped it in a towel so Brandon would not see it before I was wearing it.

I sat on the bed listening to the water from the shower coming from the bathroom. I thought about how I was going to play this tonight. I could not just jump straight into bed with him and expect him to fuck me straight away. Tonight I had to set him up, get him real interested..if he wasn't already??...Tonight I would try and cuddle up close with him, let him feel my big, barely covered, tits pressing against him. Nuzzle my face against his neck, maybe even steal a kiss or two!!

Yes, tonight was about a little subtle seduction, seeing how far I could go..testing the waters...unless of course, he took it further!!!

He emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later. He took my breath away..he had no shirt on and just a towel wrapped around his waist, the outline of his cock making a bulge in the front of the towel. His hair still had that wet look where he had only towelled it dry. His upper body showed the defined muscles that he had been developing, his biceps expanding and his broad chest taut and chiselled.

"All done in there," he said as he walked past me and towards the bed.

"Ok, I will...errrm...go get in then," I replied with some hesitation.

I swept into the bathroom and hastily closed the door behind me. I let out a long, slow and deep breath. The sight of my son's almost naked body, knowing the big man meat that was hidden below that towel, had made my heart race just a little faster than it all ready was tonight!!

I placed the wrapped towel down on the side and removed my negligee from inside it. I looked up into the huge mirror that hung over the sink unit. Staring at my reflection I contemplated what I was trying to do here...I was about to put on an extremely revealing piece of lingerie, that you would normally only wear for a husband or lover, and climb into bed with my own son in an attempt to seduce him into fucking his horny mother!!

I smiled to my reflection as I thought about that big cock and getting my big titted body cuddled up against him.

I undressed and got into the shower, soaping up my big double D's. I cupped my hand between my legs and started to strum my clit. I was already hot and excited as I stroked my cunt, gently probing my fingers around.

I closed my eyes as the water cascaded over me and pictured Brandon's big hard cock in my mind.

I was feeling even hornier now as I imagined, in my mind's eye, that big young dick sliding between my legs, filling my pussy and pounding me hard.

My son had become my sexual fantasy and in just a few moments, I would climbing into bed right next to him..starting the first night of my attempted seduction of my well hung son.

I prevented bringing myself to orgasm, wanting to hold onto the intense feelings inside me. Instead I clambered out of the shower and dried myself off.

My nipples were as hard as bullets as I rubbed the soft white towel across them. My big boobs swung below me as I reached down to dry my feet and my wet hair cascaded over my shoulder, water droplets dripping to the floor.

When I was dry, I placed the towel in a heap on the side of the bath and reached to the sink counter and took hold of my naughty little negligee.

I bent down and held it by my feet, stepping each foot inside the material and then slinking it up along my legs. I wrapped it around my hips and allowed the silky material to rest on my stomach. Then I reached my hands under the straps and pulled my arms up, bringing the nightie over my fat tits. I hooked the straps over my shoulders and then brushed my hands down the front to my stomach, flattening out the material that now clung to my body.

The silk felt so lovely against my skin and I looked into the mirror in front of me and gazed at my reflection.

My big breasts were only barely contained within the lace patchwork and see through material of this very sexy lingerie. I had not worn anything like this in a long time. I smiled to myself in the mirror as I prepared to walk out of the bathroom door and reveal this awesome sight to my son.

I crossed to the door and took a deep breath. This was it.

I turned the handle and opened the door, stepping out onto the carpeted floor of our hotel room.

I glanced at the television on the sideboard and then spun around towards the bed. Brandon was lying under the ruffled covers, pulled casually up to his waistline. He was topless, his well developed upper body naked for me to feast my eyes upon.

His eyes flew wide open as he moved his gaze from the television to my negligee covered body. I saw his jaw drop and for an instant I thought maybe this was too much, had I gone too far just by wearing this thing?

"Fuck Mom..WOW!" He said with a nodding approval.

I walked to the vacant side of the bed and stood there, allowing my son to take in the full sight of his mother's busty body.

I could not help smiling as he continued to run his eyes up and down my figure.

"Jesus Mom...you look...errr....amazing!!"

"Thanks baby," I replied trying to sound casual..although my heart was beating ten to the dozen and the butterflies were doing cartwheels in my stomach.

I leaned forwards slightly, taking a hold of the top of the duvet and lifting it up. I was acutely aware that my tits were straining the top of my negligee and my son was getting a fantastic view down the deep valley of my cleavage. I deliberately took my time climbing on to the bed and moving myself below the covers.

Brandon's head was turned to the side and his eyes fixed on my boobs as I brought my large rack close to his face as I slid my body under the duvet.

"Where...errm...where did you get...that mom?" He asked with a throaty quiver to his voice.

"Oh well...just at the store..they didn't have many nightdresses in at the time." I said, lying.

"I know it's a bit revelling but...well you're the only one gonna see me in it!" I went on, as I pulled the duvet up to just below my breasts and laid my head back onto the pillow.

"No..it's fine mom..errmmm..yeah...cool!" He replied, turning his head back towards the TV.

I looked down at my tits which had flopped to the side of the lacy material, then glanced sideways at Brandon.

"Only trouble is..my boobs are a bit too big for it..it was the only size they had!" I said, wanting to keep my son's attention.

He turned his head back sideways and looked straight at my chest.

"Looks good from where I am mom!" he stated with that arrogant tone that I love to hear from him, his eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face.

I laughed, then replied, "Yeah I expect it does!"

His eyes came up from my tits and made contact with my gaze. It was another of those moments when we both understood what the other was thinking. A definite sexual chemistry was passing between us.

We both smiled.

I then ran my eyes down my son's muscular torso and then back up to make eye contact with him again. I could feel my pussy twitching.

"You are not bad to look at yourself baby," I said.

Brandon smirked and then raised his arms up over his head, resting his outstretched hands on the top of the padded headboard.

"Then enjoy the view mom," He replied, returning his eyes to the tit flesh that squeezed over the edges of the material of my sexy nightie.

As we were now laying side by side in the bed, when I turned my head to look at my son, our faces were only a short distance apart. I smiled at his last flirtatious remark and responded by again running my eyes down and along his naked upper body.

"You are in pretty good shape aren't you baby?" I said, returning my eyes to draw level with his again.

Brandon nodded and gave me that arrogant smirk again, his eyes wandering down from my face to my right breast, bulging against the side of the thin lacy hem.

There was a few moments pause as I returned my head back straight and looked at the television. All the time though, I was aware that Brandon was keeping his eyes fixed on my cleavage, my excitement levels reaching fever pitch.

"That was a long drive today," I said.

"Huhua," came his brief reply.

"And it's only the first day," I said pointedly.

Brandon lowered his arms down and eased himself up onto his elbows, raising his head from the pillow.

"Yeah...Only the first day," he repeated but in a supercilious tone of voice.

I turned my head to look at him again. He was now moving his body underneath the duvet and I felt his left leg come into contact with my right. He edged himself closer towards me and was now able to view my busty body from a slightly higher point of view.

Then he lay back down and rested his head on the pillow. He was now lying just inches away from me and his face was close to mine. I turned my head towards his.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a smile.

"Just thought you might like a cuddle before we go to sleep?" He replied.

I could literally have jumped up and down with excitement. My heart raced and I had to desperately control my breathing. Brandon was virtually lying on top of me and all I had to do was roll my body to the right and snuggle in to him. It seemed that this seduction of my son was really not going to be difficult. This naughty negligee had had an amazing effect on my boy!!

I smiled wide and nodded my head sharply. "Oh yeah..I would really like that," I said, sounding far too willing.

"Come on then!" He replied.

Brandon lifted his left arm and raised it over my head, motioning me too cuddle against his body.

I rolled onto my side and lifted my head from the pillow, laying it back down on my son's bicep. He lowered his arm and placed it on my shoulder, wrapping me in his tight grip. I slid my left arm across his chest and rested my hand by his right nipple.

I shuffled my body forwards and stopped moving when I felt my thinly covered breasts make contact with his flesh. My knees were bent inwards and I could feel the material of his boxer shorts. We were now into a position that most lovers would get into when they were in bed...not a normal situation though for a mother and son!!

"OOOO that's nice," I cooed, as I felt the warmth of my son's body against me.

"Yeah," he replied rather quietly.

He raised his right arm and reached back behind his head, feeling for the switch to the room light that was located on a panel behind the bed.

It clicked off and the light was extinguished, leaving only the glare from the television set to illuminate the room.

I suddenly felt Brandon's fingers start to stroke my shoulder, gently caressing along my skin. His fingertips ran across my flesh and the tingles that accompanied it shot along my whole body.

I was already horny enough but this was driving me crazy. It felt so wonderful to be this close to my hunky son..but I had to take it slowly..let him be the one to make the next move...if there was to be one?

For the next five minutes or so we remained just like that, watching television, neither of us saying anything.

Brandon continued to run his fingers from my shoulder to mid way down my arm and then back up again. In response to this, I started to move my hand from side to side on his chest, my fingers rubbing over his nipple, which became hard and erect.

I inhaled deeply at my son's manly and musky scent. With my face resting against the crack of his arm, I could smell the deodorant and after shave that he used.

This was the closest I had been to a man since my last fuck-buddy some time ago. I loved this part of being with someone though, that amazing feeling when you can be close to someone in bed, snuggled up real close and in anticipation of the sexual satisfaction that would normally follow. But this was a very different situation...this was a mother and son cuddled up together..me and my son!!"You wanna see what else is on?" Brandon asked.

"No..I am not bothered really...I'm not really watching it!"

"Oh," He said rather surprised, "Do you wanna turn it off then?..I guess we should get some sleep..it's gonna be another long day tomorrow."

"Oh..errr...yeah..I guess so!" I replied, trying to disguise the disappointment in my voice.

There was only one thing I wanted to do right now..and it wasn't sleep!!

Brandon reached for the remote control that was lying on the duvet cover beside him. He pointed it at the TV and in a second the last light source in the room was gone.

Outside on the walkway, a couple walked past our room door with one of those rolling suitcases. The sound of the wheels scraping along the concrete drummed out their conversation but I could just make out the voices of a woman and a man as they went past, then a car door being closed rather harshly down in the car park, echoed around.

In the now total darkness and silence of the room, I could hear both my heavy breathing and that of my son's. He moved slightly and then his fingers on my shoulder squeezed into my flesh. His other hand had come down onto his chest and was now rested on top of my hand, his fingers sliding in-between the gaps of my fingers and locking down.

The atmosphere was electric..or at least to me it was!

"Night mom," He said before placing his lips against my forehead and kissing me.

I shoved my hips forwards and pressed my whole body tighter against his side, my big boobs now unmistakably squashing against his ribcage.

"Night baby," I replied.

Then I moved my head forwards off of his bicep and onto his shoulder, nuzzling my upturned face into his neck. With lustful thoughts in my mind, I pursed my lips and gently kissed him just below his earlobe, lingering there for a few seconds.

When I moved my lips from his neck, I felt his fingers lock tighter against my hand and his whole body stiffen up. I worried for a moment that I had gone too far..letting that kiss last too long!!

I could feel his heart beating against his chest and a definite deepening of his breath. He said nothing for several moments and neither did I. I was waiting to see if he would react in anyway.

Finally, after what seemed like ages but was only about half a minute I suppose, he spoke.

"I bet I would be the envy of all the guys in the neighbourhood if they could see me now!"

"Why?" I replied, knowing full well what he meant already but wanting him to say it.

"Well..I am in bed with the hottest Milf around...virtually naked!" He said with that same tone again.

"You are the one who only has his boxer shorts on," I said with a little giggle.

"Well what about that hot piece you're wearing...you might as well be naked."

"I thought you said you liked it," I replied with a mock tone of indignation.

"OH I DO!" He said firmly.

I giggled like a naughty schoolgirl and could not hide my satisfaction at this current situation. My wet pussy was practically dripping and I had to clench my legs tightly together to try and quell the heat radiating from my cunt!

"I suppose all boys like to see big breasts...even if they are their mothers!" I said in a slow and seductive voice.

Brandon inhaled deeply and I wondered if he was getting hard underneath the duvet, my eyes not yet fully adjusted to the darkness to notice any big bulges further down the bed.

"You sure got a nice rack on you, mom!" He said assuredly.

I giggled again and lifted my left leg up, draping it across his and brushing my foot against his ankle. My knee positioned only a few inches below his groin.

His whole body again stiffened up as I gently rubbed my foot up and down his lower leg.

My actions left me needing to make no reply to his last 'rack' remark. I think my frisky body language answered for me?

"You know mom," He said after a few moments of increased sexual tension, "If you were any other girl, I would be ripping that lingerie off you by now."

I loved his boldness and confidence.

"Oh really," I replied with a lustful tone to my voice, "Lucky girl."

Brandon's body seemed to relax now, the tension of our situation being broken somewhat by our direct and open flirting.

"Oh yeah...you bet she would be!" he said, his fingers now resuming to stroke along my arm and back to my shoulder.

"I think any girl would be lucky to be in bed with my hunky boy...so I guess I should feel LUCKY right now?"

The newly found confidence and boldness in my voice only egged him on, my initial nervousness now subsiding as he responded to me.

"Yeah well...I have never had any complaints." He replied casually.

"No I am sure you haven't...big boy like you!"

Brandon laughed and dug his fingertips subconsciously into my arm.

"Well, "He said still laughing, "I guess we are both 'big' where it counts!"

"How do you mean?" I replied, sounding innocent.

"Let's just say, you are big up top and I have what it takes to get the job done down below."

Now it was my turn to laugh rather loudly.

"HHAHAA...You cocky little shit!" I responded, lifting my hand and tapping it against his chest.

"So you are a real 'BIG BOY' are you?" I went on, already knowing the answer.

Brandon took a deep breath which gave away his well hidden nervousness and replied with apparent confidence, "Sure am mom!"

I said nothing but just murmured slightly, an agreeable hum that told Brandon what I was thinking. Then silence descended.

You could have cut the sexual tension in the darkened room with a knife. Outside I could hear people talking down in the car park and a room door being closed along the walkway.

My eyes were now getting adjusted to the darkness and could see more clearly. The outline of my son's body stretched out under the covers and I could just make out his feet pressing up the duvet at the end of the bed.

His heart beat fast and hard against my hand, resting across his chest. His fingers were still locked in with mine.

Underneath my negligee, my nipples were like two hard bullets, stiff and erect. I had my breasts pressed up against the side of Brandon's body and I wondered if he could feel my nipples poking into him?

Then in a quiet and low voice Brandon said, "Night mom," and he again kissed the top of my head.

"Goodnight my big baby!" I replied as I cuddled into him even tighter.

He untangled his fingers from mine and moved his hand away. A second later he had brought his arm across and placed his hand on the side of my stomach, just below my tits. Lying on my side, Brandon was now hugging me tightly. One arm wrapped around my neck and sensitively touching my shoulder, the other hand now squeezing my tummy just above the hip bone. I was now completely enveloped by my son's strong arms, my body wrapped up against him.

I moved my arm further across his chest and to the side of his ribs, pulling him towards me. This was no way for a mother and son to be sleeping together...but I sure liked it!!

**

The small clock located next to the television read 3.37am as I looked across at it, having woken from sleep.

I was still snuggled up beside my son, although his arms had fallen from my waist and shoulder. I blinked several times and wiped my hand across my eyes. Then I saw it.

Looking downwards over the duvet that covered Brandon and me, I saw that the covers had been raised up and a tent-like pyramid had formed right over my son's waist. Instantly I knew what was causing it.

I lifted my head from his body and looked at his face. He was still fast asleep.

I looked back down his body to where the tent was in the duvet. It was obvious that my son had a massive erection underneath there. His full on 'morning glory' arriving a little early!!

I smiled to myself and felt my pussy getting wet again. I instantly wanted to lift the covers and take a peek at his mighty dong but I was worried he may wake up...oh what the hell, he was the one who had been bragging last night about having a big dick!!

I gently moved my hand from his chest and reached down to take the duvet between my fingers. Feeling horny and excited, I slowly pulled my hand upwards and in turn raised the covers.

I looked up at my son to ensure he was not stirring but his eyes remained tightly shut, he had always been a pretty deep sleeper luckily.

I looked down into the darkness below the covers and could just make out the outline of his boxer shorts. I looked harder still, wishing I could turn on a light, and saw the sharp defined shape of his cock as it rose vertically in the air. His black boxers covered the hard and stiff flesh of man-meat that was hidden inside them but the unmistakable sight of a huge erection was still visible.

I wanted to just reach my hand down there and under the waistband of his shorts. I imagined wrapping my fist around his cock and whipping it out from under its material prison. Just the thought of being able to see his massive dick in its entire splendour and then slowly starting to pump my hand up and down on it, god I was getting so wet with my dirty thoughts.

I kept the duvet lifted up from his body and continued to gaze at the huge tented shape of his boxers. I slid my other hand down my body and separated my thighs slightly. I was still lying on my side as I began to move my fingers across my pussy. It was hot and wet between my legs, my clit very sensitive as I brushed my finger tips over it.

I tried to control my breathing as I wiggled two fingers inside my cunt and started to exercise my pussy. I kept my eyes on the huge bulge in his boxers and occasionally glanced up to ensure he was still asleep.

The scene in that darkened and quite motel room was getting hotter by the minute. A very horny, big breasted mother was lying against her son's sleeping body, looking under the bed covers at the huge tent being caused by her own son's large erection, while beating her fingers in and out of her wet pussy!!

The silence of the night was being broken by the sounds of my knuckles rapping against my flesh as I drilled my fingers inside my pussy. The little wet, squelching noises from between my legs becoming louder, as I got wetter.

My breathing too was getting heavier as I neared orgasm. I held my mouth tightly closed and tried to prevent my cries of pleasure from echoing through the darkness.

My eyes remained fixed on the obscene sight below the duvet. In my mind that big, juicy cock was totally naked and my sexy son was banging it up my pussy, sending his horny mother to orgasm.

I clenched my thighs tightly together, clamping my hand between them and with one final push, burying my fingers deep in my cunt.

My pussy muscles contracted hard as I coated my thrusting fingers with my love juices. I moved my head upwards and looked at my son's sleeping face. I climaxed again as I imagined sitting on that handsome face and getting his tongue to lap at my cunt. I thought too about his mouth moving over my clit and munching me to orgasm.

Several heady moments passed as I rode the wave of orgasmic pleasure and filled my mind with the thoughts of having sex with my son.

I slowed my breathing down and tried to regain my composure. I looked over the clock, 3.48am.

Slowly I withdrew my fingers from my pussy and gently moved my arm upwards along my body to my face. I released my grip on the duvet and allowed it to fall back down, sending a rush of air blasting forwards over our bodies.

I opened my mouth and pushed my wet fingers onto my tongue and started to lick my tasty pussy juices, as I did, I looked back down at the large tent-like bulge that still covered Brandon's erection.

I swallowed hard and could taste the salty mixture sliding down my throat...how I wished it was cum from my son's big cock!!

Finally I curled myself back up and rested my hand back on Brandon's chest. He stirred slightly and his right arm came up onto his chest, his hand moving back onto mine.

I gently laid my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes. For the moment my sexual urges had been subsided, my fingers taking care of me, but I knew it would not satisfy me for long. I knew that simply seeing his hard-on, hidden below his boxers would not be enough.

I thought about his reaction when he had seen my lingerie and the things he had said when we had been flirting together. I knew he was interested but was it enough to be able to get him to fuck his own mother and give me that big cock to play with?

In the morning we would be back on the road heading west!

**

Day Two --Rolla, Missouri to Edmond, Oklahoma

It was a very warm morning as Brandon and I clambered into the car and pulled out of the car park of the motel. The weather forecast for the Midwest said that it would reach almost 90 degrees today.

"How did you sleep baby?" I asked as we started to drive out of the town of Rolla.

"Yeah fine...you kept me warm Mom!" He said, turning his face towards me and giving me a wink.

I smiled back and replied, "Well you kept me nice and warm as well!"

"I don't think we will need to today though," He said, looking out of the window and up to the clear blue sky, "It's gonna be a hot one!"

"Yeah..really hot!" I mumbled in a tone of innuendo.

Brandon was doing the driving this morning as we rolled through the uplands of the Ozark's, a rugged and very picturesque stretch of our route.

I sat back in my seat and took in the sights, the old boarded up motels and cafe's that line the old road beside the newer Interstate. I gazed up at the clear blue skies and the sun that was beating down on Missouri. I thought back to the events of last night. Cuddling in the bed and the things we had said to each other and then what had happened when I woke up and saw his giant erection under the duvet. I thought about how wet I had been shoving my fingers into my cunt while looking at his hard-on.

"Mom...Mom..." Brandon called, breaking me out of my daydream.

"Yeah...what...sorry baby..I was just thinking about something!" I replied after a moment.

"Yeah so I could see..Must of been something good, you were smiling like the Joker just then!"

"Yeah sorry...Just drifted away for a moment!" I replied as I tried to hide my guilty looking face.

Brandon laughed a little and flicked a quick glance at me before returning his eyes to the road.

I am sure he could read my mind, his look said, 'I know what you were thinking.'

"We should stop and get some breakfast somewhere...my stomach is doing summersaults," I remarked.

"Yeah ok...There is a little town up ahead..Lebanon, we'll see what's there shall we?" He replied.

I nodded my head with a "Huhuhu!"

Lebanon is a real old Route 66 town. We passed a famous motel, Munger Moss, which I had read about in the guidebook. Just down the street a little we found a quaint little diner so we pulled in and went inside.

It was a real Mom and Pop place but really busy. The waitress, a young girl of about 20, with a frilly white apron thing around her waist, took our order and then scurried away threw a door leading to the kitchen.

"Lucky to find a seat in here," I remarked, sitting across the table from my son.

"I bet most of these people come here everyday...Look at some of these hillbillies!" Brandon commented, looking around the diner.

"Susssh, someone will hear you!" I told him.

We both laughed.

During breakfast, Brandon looked at me with that lustful look in his eyes and kept dropping his gaze to my chest. Today I was wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts which came just above my knee. My big tits stretched the material of the shirt and my nipples pressed outwards like two jutting bullets.

I thought it was time I moved this on a little!!

"Did you not get a good enough view of them last night Brandon?" I asked quietly so the table behind us could not hear.

"What?" He replied.

"My boobs, you can't take your eyes off 'em!" I said back, lowering my own eyes down to my rack.

Brandon laughed and dropped his eyes down onto the plate of eggs and bacon below him.

"Sorry mom," He said rather coyly.

"It's alright baby..I am only messing..I don't mind you looking!" I replied with a slight giggle in my voice.

Brandon's eyes again rose to meet my gaze and we exchanged another of those moments between us. Our knowing smiles and expressions saying so much about what we were both thinking.

"You looked amazing last night mom."

"Thank you baby," I replied.

The noise and bustle of the diner carried on around us as my son and I sat looking across the table at each other, our flirting continuing.

"Did you mind us cuddling like that?...I guess it's not what mothers and son's really do...especially half undressed!" I asked, as I lifted the coffee cup to my lips.

Brandon shook his head and with a wink replied, "No not at all..are you kidding...I got to be in bed with the hottest Milf on Route 66!"

I laughed as he leaned across the table and lowered his voice even further. I leaned down and we faced each other just inches apart.

He whispered. "If you weren't my mom, I would have fucked you for sure!"

I tried to act a little surprised at my son's boldness but I knew he could see straight through it, so after a moment, gathering my courage to say something to add fuel to the fire, I replied,

"Well from what I saw last night, the fact I am your mom wasn't bothering you!!"

Brandon sat up and looked at me quizzically, his eyes darting around to see if anyone was listening.

"How do you mean?" He asked rather unsure of himself for once.

I smiled and this time I was the one to offer a wink of the eye. My excitement levels began to race through my body as I spoke with my son like never before.

"Well...I woke up during the night...and...errr...well...you....had something...on display!!"

Brandon took a few seconds to catch my meaning and then in his rather arrogant and self confident way he looked down at my chest and replied,

"Oh..I see...you were being a 'naughty mommy?"

I giggled and our eyes met.

"Well actually I thought I was quite well behaved considering."

"Considering?" He asked with a smirk.

"Well...considering...what was in front of me!" I replied, gaining confidence.

Brandon looked over his shoulder and to the tables around us checking again to see if anyone was paying attention to us, which they were not. He then leaned into me again and I lowered my head to his, close to the table top.

"And what was in front of you mom?" Brandon asked in low voice.

I widened my eyes and raised my eyebrows then said slowly, "Something..very...BIG!"

Brandon kept his eyes fixed on me but said nothing for several moments. Then he smiled and a satisfied look came to his face.

"Oh..I see...You mean...you know!" He said finally.

I nodded and grinned back at him.

He knew what I had seen and he knew what I meant but did not say the words. Our flirtatious looks and giggles said what we were thinking.

*

A while later and we were back on the road heading towards Springfield, Missouri.

My admission about last night and our conversation over breakfast had left a strange atmosphere in the car. The smirk had not left Brandon's face since, seeming to revel in the knowledge that I had seen his big erection during the night.

I was happy too that my little game of seduction was moving forwards so well. It was blatantly obvious that Brandon had sexual urges towards me as much as I did to him. It was surely just a case of harnessing it towards my ultimate goal...sex with my son. Reciprocal flirting between us was one thing but the actual act of having sex would be a natural barrier that we would have to cross. The question is..Would Brandon do so?..or for that matter, would I when the situation actually arose. I mean fantasy is fine in the mind, but what about reality?

"You know something Mom...I am real glad we came on this trip together...I feel like we are getting..closer!" He said, breaking me from my thoughts.

"Hah..oh yeah...so am I baby..It's lovely getting to spend so much time with my baby without any distractions." I replied.

"Well I would say there aren't any distractions...I mean we got the beautiful scenery..The road..the traffic...and that hot little nightdress thing of yours!"

I laughed. "Is that a distraction?" I replied.

"Well..yeah..if you're a guy it is!" He said, turning his head from the road to give me a cheeky wink.

"So..you really think I look good in that nightie hey?" I asked confidently.

"Are you kidding mom..I told you...Hottest Milf on Route 66!"

"Oh your just saying that to make me feel good...I know I have big breasts but I am sure I am not a mother YOU would like to fuck!!"

I felt my heart skip a beat as I said this and I looked across to my son with some trepidation..I had emphasized the 'YOU' to see if he would respond to it.

He slowly turned his eyes away from the road again and looked across at me in the passenger seat.

He raised his eyebrows to me and lowered his gaze to my chest, then replied with a meaning in his voice,

"Mom..You are ANY guys Milf!"

I smiled and replied in a deepened whisper, "Thanks baby."

It was just the answer I had wanted. Brandon was up for this I was sure, It was just a question of how I took it to the next step..Tonight at the hotel would be interesting to say the least!!

*

We continued to drive west passing through many miles of rolling pastures and little towns. In its heyday this stretch of the mother road cutting through the heartland of America would have seen many travellers, prospectors and dreamers pass along it, all heading for the promised lands of the West..I wondered though as we observed this forgotten highway, just how many mother's and son's had travelled it, intent on seduction?

We chatted and continued our flirting as we crossed the Missouri border and into Kansas. We passed through the historic town of Joplin, still reeling from the powerful tornado that ripped the town apart in 2011.

"You wanna get some lunch here?" Brandon asked.

"Yeah, if you are hungry?" I replied.

"Well, I'm ok really," He said, "That was a pretty big breakfast we had..but we can stop if you want to?"

"No I'm alright..let's keep going shall we?"

Brandon nodded his approval and we drove on.

Route 66 really becomes its best through the great state of Oklahoma. So much of the original road is still intact and both Brandon and I loved the historic sites and towns we saw. We made several sightseeing stops in some of the old towns, including at the 'Will Rogers Memorial' in Claremore and the famous 'Blue Whale' in Catoosa, just outside Tulsa...well after all we were supposed to be on a Route 66 tour..not just getting from one hotel to the next!!

It was very hot and humid as we followed the Interstate through Tulsa. The sun was low in the sky and beating through the windshield of the car. I had taken over the driving and Brandon was slumped in the passenger seat of the car, but keeping his eyes more on me than the passing sights.

"You know mom..that t-shirt is really starting to cling to you!" He commented.

"Well..it is pretty hot babe..I got the air con up as high as it will go."

"Yeah..it's fine..It wasn't a complaint!" He said with a laugh.

I quickly took my eyes from the road and looked down at my chest. The t-shirt was indeed clinging to me, the material encasing my large cleavage and brought to two prominent points at my hard nipples. I could feel the sweat forming little beads on my skin below the t-shirt and causing it to stick against my tits.

"Looks alright from over here mom," He said as I returned my eyes to the road ahead.

"Another of the Route 66 sights I guess baby!"

Yeah..well in this car it is anyway," He replied.

"I am sure you will get a good 'eyeful' again tonight!" I responded with a glancing smile.

Brandon nodded his head approvingly, "Looking forward to it," He said with a wide and naughty looking smirk.

I continued driving, hoping that wherever we ended up tonight, the hotel would have a room with a doubled bed in it!!

*

We stopped for dinner in a quiet little restaurant in the town of Stroud. The evening was very warm and balmy, the sun starting to go down over the edge of the dusty sky.

"Where should we try and stop for the night?" Brandon asked as we ate.

"Well let's press on a little way yet. We have a little while before it gets dark, it's only 7.35." I replied.

"Oh yeah..Can't wait for 'after dark'!"

Brandon and I exchanged glances and then his eyes wandered down to my breasts.

*

We pulled into the car park of the Stafford House Inn at shortly after 9.30pm. We were in Edmond, Oklahoma, just north of Oklahoma City. The temperature was still up in the mid 80's as I strolled in to the reception office and asked for a double room!

The lady behind the counter seemed uninterested as she took my credit card and handed me the room key. Outside in the car park, Brandon had unloaded our bags as was waiting for me to return.

"Only another double I'm afraid darling," I said as I walked towards him waving the key in my hand.

"Oh what a shame!" He replied, grinning widely.

The room was quite small and stuffy as we entered and closed the door behind us. Sparsely decorated and with little beside the narrow bed and television on a side table, it was good we were only staying one night!

*

In the bathroom, I changed in to my naughty negligee and checked myself out in the mirror, my tits bulging out from the lacy thin material.

Out in the bedroom, I could hear Brandon moving around and the rather noisy squeak of the bed as he climbed into it. After the day of flirting, I was unsure about what was going to happen tonight. I knew I was more than ready to fuck with my son but in spite of all his big talk and bravado, I still had a slight doubt.

I squeezed my boobs together and pinched my nipples so they looked hard and prominent through the silk of the lingerie. Taking a final look at my reflection, I reached over and pulled down the door handle, moving my busty body out into the main room of our sparse hotel for the night.

Brandon's eyes ran up and down my body as he laid under the covers with his hands behind his head and his topless chest and chiselled stomach on full display. I stood still for a moment with my hands on my hips, letting him take in the full sight of my barely covered body.

"Oh WOW Mom..Looks even better than last night." He said with a smirk.

"You don't mind having your mother in bed with you then?" I asked playfully.

Brandon said nothing but replied by unlinking his hands from behind his head and bringing them down to take hold of the bed covers, which he swiftly threw back, uncovering himself to below his boxer shorts. He then patted the bed next to him and ushered me to get in next to him.

I smiled and walked over with an exaggerated sway of my hips. I lifted my legs and climbed up onto the vacant space on the mattress, revealing my thick thigh as the negligee rose to just below my naked pussy. I had peeled my panties off already and they were now laying on the bathroom floor.

"It's warm in here!" I remarked, as I rolled down onto my side and moved up against my hunky son, draping my right arm across his chest.

"Yeah it sure is!" he replied with a smirk, his arm wrapping around my neck and his hand landing on my naked shoulder, as he had done last night.

I inhaled the manly scent of his freshly showered body as I rested my cheek onto his upper chest, nuzzling into his collar bone. Outside I could hear voices and the harsh closing of car doors. The room backed onto some trees and through the open window in the bathroom, I could hear a night owl calling out.

Brandon broke the otherwise silence of the room as his fingers gently stroked my shoulder.

"Long drive today hah?" He said.

"Yeah...I enjoyed it though!" I replied, lightly scratching my fingernails across his chest.

"Some great..'Sights'!!" he said with emphasis.

I giggled at his innuendo and lifted my head momentarily to look at his smirking face and raised eyebrow expression.

"Glad you enjoyed the..'View' baby!" I replied with equal salaciousness in my voice.

I was feeling horny but playful and I wanted to tease my boy a little tonight to test just how much he really wanted to fuck me.

"You know what I miss most about not having a boyfriend?" I asked, stroking his nipple, "Spooning in bed!"

My son flinched a little and seemed to pull my body closer into him.

"Spooning!!" He said, rather surprised.

"Yeah you know...Having a man snuggled up against me, It's even better than this kind of cuddling."

I looked down at my son's crotch and saw the growing bulge in his boxer shorts. I smiled to myself and decided to take the initiative.

"Come on baby, let's try it...Spoon me!" I said boldly.

I lifted my head from his chest and twisted my whole body over, rolling onto my back and then onto my right side, turning my back away from my son. My barely contained tits flopped across my chest and were squeezed together as I rested on my side.

"Come in behind me," I called, looking back over my shoulder at my son, who's eyes were staring at my ass, the covers now kicked down at our feet, exposing all of my silky covered body.

I closed my legs together tightly, trying to contain the wetness of my hot, naked pussy, as Brandon shifted onto his side and edged his muscular body against my back. His left arm came over my hip and his out stretched hand slithered over my tummy, his fingers sliding across my flesh which sent a shiver through me.

I curled my legs inwards and I felt his feet entangle with mine. He cuddled in really close behind me and I could feel his hot, quick paced breath on the back of my neck.

"This ok Mom?" He whispered as he gently pressed his hardening crotch against my ass and tightened his arm over me, pulling me backwards.

"Perfect," I replied slowly, as I pushed my rear-end against his covered cock.

I smiled to myself as I stared at the white painted wall and savoured the feeling of that big bulge pressing on my butt. My son's feet started to entwine around mine and we played a game of footsy at the end of the bed. His fingers made little circular motions around my stomach and lightly probed at my belly button.

I turned my head back slightly and made eye contact with my hunky son, my hair just brushing over his face.

"I like this a lot!" I said with raised eyebrows and a smirk, before turning my head back forwards and resting it on the pillow.

Brandon only mumbled something and buried his head against my neck, his nose nuzzling in behind my ear.

I could now feel the full hardness of his erection pressed against my ass, only the thin material of his boxer shorts and my silky lingerie separating our flesh. We were taking our flirting from today to another level.

The silent room was filled with a sexual electricity tempered by the sounds of our hastened breathing.

My wet pussy radiated between my tightly closed legs and feeling his big hard on bumping against my ample backside only served to turn me on more than I already was.

As I lay there feeling my hard bodied son, cautiously moving his crotch around so that he could ensure I was feeling it..teasing me! I felt his lips pursed onto my neck and the taboo sensation as he kissed me, then again, just below my ear, gentle, light and sensual kisses. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the experience -- his kisses on my neck, the circles he was drawing on my stomach with his fingertips...and his huge cock pressing against my ass.

I started to grind my butt backwards, feeling the hardness of his big dick press deeper into my fleshy rump. His gyrations picked up speed and pressure and before long my well hung son was practically dry humping me from behind.

"Ooooh MMMMMM!" I groaned out, as his tongue pushed past his lips and now lightly ran over my neck and lapped at my earlobe.

His hand pulled back from my tummy and he took a firm hold of my up turned hip, tightly gripping me and our two grinding bodies moved harder together.

"Oh Mom..OH SHIT!" he mumbled, as the bed began to squeak below us.

"Oh baby..That feels so good...MMMMM!"

I was getting overcome with lust and excitement, wanting to feel more of my son's big cock. I reached my left arm down and tugged at the silky material of my naughty nighty, below my waist, trying to hike it up and expose my naked ass to my son. He helped me by moving his hand off my hip and grabbing hold of the edge and forcefully tossing it upwards, so the material now bunched up around my waist.

My totally nude backside was now visible and he groaned out loud and deep, thrusting his hips even harder against me, too which I responded eagerly and grinded my naked butt against his barely covered cock.

"Pull your boxers down hunny..I wanna feel that big thing!" I said, losing my last bastion of control.

"You bet mom!" He replied arrogantly and he swiftly rolled onto his back and whipped them down his legs, kicking them off the end of the bed. In seconds and now completely naked, he was back on his side and I felt his enormous hard cock bang against my booty.

"Oh Jesus!!!" I called out as Brandon grinded against me, his hand firmly gripping my hip.

"Feel good mom?" he asked as his lips went back to kissing my neck.

"MMMMM...SO BIG!" I groaned.

The taboo scene in this motel room was hardly something you would normally see a Mother and Son doing together. I was laying there with my sexy negligee hiked up around my waist, with no panties on, turned on my side, gyrating my butt naked ass against my teenage son's huge erection as he lay behind me, kissing my neck and bumping and grinding his crotch against my meaty ass.

The room was being filled with loud, deep groans and the squeaking of the bed springs...We were taking 'spooning' to a whole different level!!

"Oh baby...Oh this is so wrong...Ohhhh YEAH!" I moaned heavily, digging my fingers into the edge of the bed for leverage.

Brandon grunted as he forced his hips upwards, causing his massive cock to slide across my ass and wedge in-between my butt cheeks, lodging the fat shaft up against my ass-hole.

"OH MY GOD BRANDON!!!" I called out as we both froze.

Time stood still as I reflexively clenched my meaty ass, trapping his dick even tighter between my cheeks.

"Oh god mom..God that feels good...I have always loved your big bubble butt!" He said as he shamelessly shoved forwards and slid his big stiffy along my butt crack.

Feeling that very large and very hard man-meat squeezed between my fat cheeks, made my pussy even wetter than it was already and for the first time I noticed just how forbidden and taboo this situation really was...I mean this was my own son.

Losing control of my urges, I threw my arm behind me and forced my hand down in-between our two grinding bodies, fishing for Brandon's big whopper. My fingers felt across my ass until I came to the crack and tried to wrap my fingers around his thick shaft.

Realizing what I was trying to do, my son jerked his hips back a little, causing his meat stick to dislodge from my clenched ass cheeks. Still on my side with my back to him, I closed my fingers around the pulsing cock and took a firm hold of him, for the first time feeling that fat prick in my hand.

"OOH YEAH MOM...ARRRGH!" He groaned out as I squeezed tighter, my closed hand starting to move along the mighty fucker.

"SO BIG BABY!" I murmured as I felt the big veins in his cock throbbing against the palm of my hand.

It was the biggest, fattest cock I had ever wrapped my fingers around. With my arm twisted behind my back, I moved up and down, squeezing tight, until I felt the tip of his manhood and then slid my hand back down. I smiled to myself, I was actually jacking off my son...jerking on his huge, hard cock.

"Oh mom...Oh YEAH...Beat my big dick!" he said as his face nuzzled back against my neck.

Just then I felt his hand slide across my tummy and quickly move up towards my big breasts. His fingers came up over my left tit, pressing into the silk and lacy patchwork around my heaving rack.

I looked down as he found my erect, thinly covered nipple and he squeezed it between his index and forefinger, using the palm of his hand to press into the fleshy part of my large breast.

"MMMMMM...OOOH BABY!" I groaned as he began to maul and squeeze my tits, sliding his hand from one to the other.

Behind me, I continued to jack off his big cock, slapping my gripping fist down it's long length until my hand beat against his balls and I repeated the motion. I lifted my head from the pillow and turned my head to look back over my shoulder.

He was too close against me for me to be able to see his big cock behind my ample asset, but I twisted my neck further and was now looking into his glassy blue eyes.

"Kiss me hunny," I said with a longing tone to my voice, as though I needed it more than anything else in the world at that moment.

My son's face came closer to mine and with a tight grip on my right tit, his mouth connected with mine and I felt his tongue slide across my tongue to start a deep and forbidden, French kiss.

Our tongues danced and entangled together as I continued to play with his hard on, feeling the pre-cum touching the flesh of my ass as I beat his meat behind me.

His strong hands mauled my big boobs and his fingers stimulated my sensitive nipples. The wet slurping sounds from our conjoined mouths competed with the soft slapping noise from where I was jacking him off and the dull, distant calls of the owl outside the back window, a soundtrack of both natural and unnatural night-time noises.

Our tongues and lips kept mashed together as we kissed like no Mother and Son ever should, our eyes tightly closed. My heartbeat raced and pulses shot up and down my spine, tingling to my already wet pussy.

Just then Brandon's hand left my tits and again headed down my body, over my stomach and the ruffled material of my silky lingerie. I opened my eyes wide as his fingers landed on my well groomed bush and tried to snake in-between my legs, closed one on top of the other as I was laid on my side.

Brandon sensed my momentary unease to give his hand access between my legs and his eyes opened too. He withdrew his tongue swiftly from my mouth and for only a few seconds broke the kiss, just long enough to say,

"It's ok Mom..Let me in!"

It was said in a reassuring and loving tone and this suddenly felt the most natural thing in the world, as I gazed deep into his blue eyes.

I lifted my left knee a little, allowing his hand to push down and over my highly sensitive clit. We re-entwined our mouths and tongues as his fingers encircled my button and stimulated my hungry pussy, sliding across my meaty lips, searching and probing for the entrance to my sex starved cunt.

"Ooooh baby...OH GOD...OH YEAH!!!"

Behind me, I jerked harder and faster on Brandon's big cock, slapping my hand against his balls.

As we continued to kiss and tongue our mouths together, his fingers slid in my pussy while his thumb rubbed on my clit. I clenched my cunt muscles hard around his delving fingers as he plunged them in and out, my juices coating them.

I broke my mouth away from his and cried out with a deep orgasmic moan,

"OOOOOOHHHH GOD....ARRRRR..YESSSS!"

This just encouraged him and he thrust three fingers, knuckles deep in my pussy, getting faster and harder with each push.

"You like it Mom?..You gonna cum for me?" He whispered in my ear.

"OOOH GOD YES BABY...OH YES..MAKE ME CUM BABY...OOOOHHH GOD...MMMMMM!"I held on tight to his big stick and cried out as I felt my wet pussy creaming. Deep shudders shook my whole body and I clenched my legs tight together, trapping his hand between them as he wriggled his fingers around in my clenching cunt.

"AAARRRRGH....OOOOHH BABY....OOOOOHHH GOD YES!!"

I moaned while he gently nibbled on my ear. Being made to orgasm by my own son's fingers while I whacked off his big cock was a very liberating and deeply erotic moment..almost spiritual!

I pulled faster on his cock, beating my hand up and down the large, long, shaft. I pushed my hips backwards slightly so the big knob head was touching my ass.

"Oh that's it mom..Jack off my big dick...It's your turn to make me cum!" he moaned loudly.

Lustfully, I turned my head back sideways and stuck out my tongue, inviting him to lock mouths with me again, which he did in a second.

His fingers continued to powerfully fuck my very wet pussy, while I pounded my fist along the fat shaft of his cock. Our tongues danced and lapped together as I felt his body stiffen against me and he groaned into my mouth as I felt hot cum splash across my ass.

Thick, heavy ropes blasted from his cum gun cock as I milked him with my tight grip. I could feel the hot spunk landing on my big backside and dripping down my cheeks towards the bed, leaving a sticky, snail like trail, as it slid over my ample posterior.

My fingers too were now coated in my son's cum as I ran my hand over the top of his knob, coaxing out the final few drops of potent teenage spunk.

Brandon, having released his pent up gunk, now pushed a forth finger inside my pussy and determined to make his horny mother orgasm again, fingering me hard and deep.

It only took a few moments before my cunt gushed over his fingers again, my busty body jerking and shuddering as he made me cum for the second time tonight, his talented fingers working my cunt over good and hard.

I again broke our sloppy, dirty kiss and cried out,

"OOOHH BABY...ARRRGH YES....YOU BAD BOY...OOOOH MY GOD...MMMMM....OH SHITTING HELL...ARRRRGH YESSSSS!"

*

We both lay breathing heavily, our body's sweating with the heat of the room and our sexual activities, the room smelling of our orgasmic juices.

Brandon buried his face into my neck and planted kisses on my skin. I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the pillow, feeling awfully tired all of a sudden and ready to sleep.

"Jesus Mom..That..was..amazing!" he said breathlessly.

"Yes baby..it..was!" I replied.

His fingers slid out of my wet pussy and he dislodged his hand from between my squashed legs. He then brought his arm up and placed his sticky wet hand onto my breast, wrapping his fingers around it.

Holding his still semi hard cock tightly in my hand, I shook it from side to side and slapped it against my cum covered ass, making loud smacking sounds as flesh beat against flesh.

"BIG..NAUGHTY...BOY!"

I called out seductively as I slapped his cock against my backside a few times more.

"Oh yes Mom..SLAP THAT ASS!" He said, as he continued kissing my neck.