ROAD MOM

Monica's face went hot when she caught Avery staring at her tits. When he saw that he'd been busted he looked down at his half-eaten plate of food. Monica was used to catching men staring at her tits. They were huge and still shapely and so appealing, and at forty years old they were the biggest they'd ever been thanks to the extra weight she'd put on the last few years. However, Avery was her nineteen year old son, and his latest stepfather was also sitting at the table taking his time over his own plate of breakfast.

As always, Marvin, Monica's third husband, was barely aware of his wife and stepson as he calmly ate his scrambled eggs and bacon. The last thing Monica thought to do was admonish her son in front of Marvin. Certainly not for something as hard to explain as checking out his mother's tits. But when she didn't say anything, she caught him doing it again, only this time his eyes lingered and then made contact with his mother's after she caught him. She glared at him, still not saying anything, and he just blushed, smiled and looked down at his food again.

Monica started to question her choice of attire for the long day ahead. They were driving Avery to the coast for his second year of college. It was a two day trip, and the minivan was filled with everything Avery needed for his new apartment off campus. He'd lived on campus his first year, but this year he had a place of his own and he was taking almost everything he owned. Monica wasn't looking forward to being crammed into the vehicle for two full days with two other people and all of Avery's things, so she decided to dress for comfort.

The voluptuous mom had picked out a summer weight, wrap around dress that cinched around the front just under her barely manageable, D cup melons. The dress left an impressive amount of her cleavage exposed, along with the upper edge of the lacy tube top she wore underneath in lieu of a bra. She thought about changing into something else before they left on their trip, but then she caught her son gazing at her tits for yet a third time. This time she just heaved a sigh of resignation and laughed inwardly. By not saying anything -- mainly because Marvin was sitting right there, oblivious to the fact that a much younger man was staring at his wife's tits -- Monica was doing nothing to discourage her son.

If anything, her deep sigh only pushed her glorious mounds forward, making them bulge against the confines of her dress and tube top. Avery's eyes went as wide as they could, and his mother could see him silently mouth "fuck". She found it impossible to keep from smiling while she avoided making eye contact with him again. He was gazing at his pretty mother's luscious jugs like he had the right to, and Monica couldn't help feeling flattered. She very nearly blushed when she thought her body could still be that appealing to a college age boy despite the extra weight she'd been trying to shed. If her son's attention was anything to go by, then maybe that extra weight had settled in all the right places.

Monica's nipples were tingling by the time Marvin finished his breakfast and got up to take his plate to the sink. Then he clapped his hands once and announced it was time to get on the road.

"But Avery and I are still eating," Monica pointed out.

Marvin sighed with exasperation. "We have a schedule to keep, remember? We need to get Avery to school in two days so you and I can take the scenic way home the way we planned."

"A few extra minutes to finish our breakfast isn't going to ruin your schedule," Monica said.

"We talked about this," Marvin frowned disapprovingly. "It's not "my" schedule. It's "our" schedule, remember?"

"Marvin, will you please just give my mother a break?" Avery cut in. "Seriously, we're just talking about five minutes."

"Someday you'll learn the value of sticking to a schedule."

Marvin then lumbered out of the room with the scowl still on his face. As soon as he was gone, Avery rolled his eyes dramatically and his mother almost laughed out loud. He could always make her feel better in an awkward situation. He'd had this ability ever since he was little, and he just seemed to get better at it the older he grew. She'd almost forgotten catching him looking at her tits just a few minutes, until she caught his eyes dropping down to boob level again.

"Avery!" she protested in a dramatic whisper, still not wanting Marvin to know what her son was doing. "You shouldn't be looking at...well, you know."

"You're right. I really shouldn't," her son whispered back. "But it's not my fault you look amazing in that dress. This is gonna be a great trip. Except for Mr. Schedule-keeper."

Monica finally giggled out loud. It was no secret how her son had never liked her latest husband, and the feeling was apparently mutual. They had gotten married eight months ago, while Avery was still in his first year of college. Monica sold the house she and her son had lived in during his high school years and then moved in to Marvin's house.

Husband number three had merely tolerated Avery coming to stay for the summer, especially when it quickly became clear that the younger man in her life was less than impressed by his mother's latest choice. The two males settled into a chilly routine of mutual acceptance for Monica's sake. Avery wanted his mother to be happy, but he knew Marvin wasn't the man for that task. At the same time, Marvin didn't appreciate the college boy's smug attitude. He was the oldest of Monica's husbands by a good fifteen years, and he resented Avery's unspoken attitude that this one wasn't going to last any longer than the others.

Monica was just glad her husband and son kept away from each other for the most part. Marvin would complain to her a few times in private, but she reminded him that she only had her son for the summer, and she wasn't going to let their marriage get in the way of her relationship with her very own flesh and blood. As it was, this trip was originally supposed to be just Monica and Avery, but Marvin had inserted himself, convincing his wife they could treat the trip home like the honeymoon they never took in the first place.

Mother and son finished breakfast, and Avery volunteered to wash the dishes so they wouldn't have to come back to them in another week. Marvin was already outside, trying to rearrange what Avery had in the minivan. Whatever he was doing just seemed to make it worse. The middle seat was full of boxes and an upended office chair. The far rear seat that faced out the back of the vehicle was also full.

Avery rolled his eyes at Marvin's futile attempts while Monica looked over the interior of the car and wondered aloud where everyone was going to sit. There were only the driver's and passenger's seat available.

"There's a spot for Avery in the far back," Marvin explained, as if it was simple.

But the mother and son both looked and there was no way anyone could spend two days riding in the tiny spot that Marvin had provided. Monica and Avery both recognized that they could move one of the boxes to the front seat to make it possible for someone to ride without being crunched.

"Then where is your mother going to sit?" Marvin said.

"We can move another box up front and then two can ride in back while the other drives," Monica said. That would leave the two of them sharing half the seat with a couple of boxes piled on the side.

Marvin scowled.

"This is really putting us off schedule," Avery said with snarky grin.

Marvin's face turned red but he finally relented. Avery moved the boxes to the front and got in back with his mother. Marvin got in front to drive and they finally got going.

As it was, the space in back was barely enough room for two people. Monica and her son were squeezed in tightly together. The front of her wrap around dress refused to stay closed in a sitting position and her thick, shapely legs were more exposed than she liked. She could tell Avery liked the view and caught him looking at her thighs almost as much as he'd been looking at her tits in the kitchen during breakfast.

He was wearing a T shirt and gym shorts. It was mid-August and the AC didn't cool down the far back as much as it did the front. Since her dress wasn't doing much to keep her legs covered, Monica just pulled the lower part open as far as she could without exposing her panties. It helped make for a cooler ride, and she had to admit she didn't mind the way her and Avery's bare legs kept rubbing together in their close quarters.

Of course the far back was the bounciest part of the vehicle, and before Marvin got onto the highway Monica was painfully aware of the way her heaving tits kept bouncing to the motion of the car. She caught Avery watching her generous jugs nearly jump out of her dress with an expectant look on his face, like he was just waiting for them burst out in the open. She just sighed dramatically while he grinned and then looked innocently out the back window.

Marvin finally reached the highway and the vehicle started riding more smoothly. Monica realized she was starting to miss the way her son had been watching her large orbs bounce and sway. He looked at her the way no other man ever had, including her current husband. She found it thrilling but more than a little unsettling, too. This was her son, not some young man passing by in the mall taking a sidelong glance at her big, full MILF tits. Maybe it was alright to tease him a little the first day out, but another day of this would be over the top. She decided to wear something less revealing the following day no matter what the weather was like.

Monica was losing track of how long they'd been driving when she caught her son just staring at her face. He wasn't even looking at her boobs this time. It was almost disappointing except there was such an adoring look in his eyes. She tilted her head and looking back at him questioningly.

Avery shot a look toward the front, checking on Marvin, and then spoke to his mother in a low voice. "I'm gonna miss you all year," he said. "So I'm just trying to make up for it now."

"Oh, baby, that's the sweetest thing you could say," his mother replied, briefly touching his face.

"You're really beautiful, Mom," he added. "I hope the schedule master tells you that a lot."

Monica sighed. She couldn't remember the last time Marvin had told her she was beautiful, or if he ever had at all. She finally shrugged. "He's...reliable," she said, trying to think of his best quality.

Avery laughed, and his mother couldn't help joining in. Monica was getting more and more comfortable being squeezed into that tight space next to her son. She knew how much she was going to miss him all year, so the feeling of being so close felt good and she was determined to enjoy it as much as she could between today and tomorrow. But between Avery's leg rubbing against hers and the way his eyes kept taking in longer and longer looks at her tits and legs, her nipples started to swell and poke through both layers of thin, summery covering.

"Looks like you're enjoying the ride," Avery teased her, too quietly for Marvin to hear now that he had the radio on. The college boy looked at his mother's obviously erect nipples and waggled his eyebrows playfully.

Monica laughed and playfully swatted his hand. "You're a very naughty boy," she quipped playfully. "Not to mention perverted."

"Hey, I'm just a normal guy here," her son pleaded. "How can a guy not look? They're fucking amazing, Mom."

"Oh my god, watch that naughty mouth, mister," she winked.

"I need to see more," he said, smiling but obviously serious.

Monica was shocked but didn't say anything to refuse him.

"Everything okay back there?" Marvin called from the front.

"Oh yeah, we're good, Marv," Avery called back. Marvin hated it when the boy called him Marv. "It's really good you decided to set us up this way. It's really comfortable."

While Avery was talking to his mother's husband, he reached for the top of his mother's dress with one hand and pulled the sides open until the swells of her melons were exposed within the semi-sheer tube top underneath. Monica looked at him in shock over his audacious actions, but she did nothing to stop him. He seemed to take his mother's lack of a negative response to then hook his finger into the upper edge of her tube top and pull it down to fully expose her prominent mounds.

"What do you think you're doing, young man?" she glared at him.

"Getting a better look at the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Avery was gazing at his mother's fully naked tits for the first time, at least as far as Monica knew, and it looked like he was afraid to blink. There was a glimmer of lust in his eyes, but then something else that made her pulse race. It was love. Her son adored her in ways that broke all the rules in the world, but at that very moment, all the blonde could do was relish that special look in her baby boy's burning eyes. If it made him so happy to look at his mother's tits, then why not let him? She'd never say so out loud, but it was making her happy too.

With a quick glance over the top of their seat, checking on Marvin at the wheel, Avery reached over with one hand and started exploring the heft and feel of his mother's gorgeous boobs. Monica was shocked by his touch, but a warm fire began spreading through her body. She was ashamed to feel the hot rush of moisture trickle against her pussy, but it was a feeling she couldn't compare to anything else in her life.

"Avery!" she hissed under her breath. "You can't touch your mother's boobs!"

"Just for a minute, Mom. That's a dumb rule anyway. They're just amazing. And they feel so good."

Avery fondled and squeezed his mother's sumptuous lobes until the gusset of her panties was soaking wet. He seemed to know just the right amount of pressure for tweaking her nipples to make her body burn for his touch.

With their backs to the front, there was no way Marvin would know Avery was feeling up his mother's bare jugs even from looking in the mirror. He took full advantage of this, and of the fact that his mother was hot and excited no matter what she said to the contrary.

Monica glanced at her son's lap and gasped over yet another shock to her erotically charged system. Avery's cock was hard as granite and jutting down the leg of his shorts so half the length of his shaft was exposed. And, he was thick and enormous. He wasn't freakishly huge, but so big as to look strong and able to fill a lady's hole to the brim and then some. There was even precum leaking from the tip and smearing his thigh. Monica was stunned to see how aroused he was by his own mother.

It was shameful how much lady goo was now seeping into Monica's panties. She could feel her sauces soaking past them and making her upper thighs feel slick and slippery. She wished Avery was anyone but her son right now or she would have that gorgeous cock filling her aching pussy with meat and cream. It seemed scandalous enough just to have him eagerly fondling her exposed tits, but his hand felt so good and that look of sheer adulation in his eyes was irresistible.

Still taking cautious glances toward the front, Avery shifted to push his shorts down to knees, bringing that big, horny cock fully into the open. He wrapped one hand around his shaft and started stroking himself while he kept feeling his mother's tits with the other. He lowered his head and started licking and sucking on his mother's thick, swollen nipples. She gasped at his total audacity, but she was powerless against the waves of excited pleasure rushing through her body.

"This so wrong, Avery!" she tried to protest in a husky whisper. "So very wrong!"

All her son could do was suck his mother's nipple, then move to the other boob to suckle the other. Meanwhile, his fist was pumping wildly up and down that rock hard shaft. Monica stared at his cock and hand in awe. It had been years since she'd seen a man stroke himself. Marvin wouldn't dream of touching his own member in front of her, but Avery was pumping it furiously while he buried his handsome, young face in his mother's buxom chest. Her nipples were both heavily coated in her son's saliva, and the suction of his thirsty lips was sending jolts of delicious sensation straight to her oozing pussy.

The blonde wanted to be the one touching her boy's luscious cock, but she didn't dare. A mother doesn't jack off her own son no matter how horny he managed to make her feel. But if she had ever found a man with a cock like Avery's she probably wouldn't have ended up married three times.

"Oh, ohhh Mommmmm," Avery groaned quietly, pressing his face to the lush flesh of her matronly tits. "Mom, I'm gonna...oh fuck!"

Avery's cock suddenly began spurting cum. His mother's clit was throbbing with need as she gazed in disbelief at the squirting gobs of his young man cream. It seemed like his cock went on spewing that gooey seed for miles. When he was finished, there were plentiful glops of his young man spunk all over his shaft and hand, and even more that spattered across his mother's mostly exposed thighs. Monica very nearly climaxed without even touching herself at the unthinkable feeling of her own son's baby seed making a mess of her skin.

Avery gave each of his mother's nipples a final suck and then sat back up. He pulled his shorts back over his cock without bothering to wipe up any cum. Monica then realized there was almost as much cum on her dress as her legs. She felt dirty, her very own son treating her like she was his sordid wench, which only made the throbbing in her clit even worse. And now Avery had a dreamy smile on his face, and he wasn't complaining that his mother had yet to cover up her tits.

"Next time I'm going to cum on these beauties," he said, cupping her heavy melons in both hands and giving them a meaningful squeeze.

"You certainly will not," she retorted weakly. What kind of mother would she be if she let him think he could ever get away with something like this again? And yet she needed to cum or she was going to explode. "Now turn your head and look the other way."

She didn't believe he would, and of course he didn't, but Monica was beside herself. She scrunched down on her seat and spread her legs as far as she could in the confined space they had. Parting the lower half of her dress, she pushed her hand into her panties and started rubbing her sodden pussy slit.

"Make sure he's not looking," she whispered.

Avery smiled and nodded. He kept checking on Marvin but kept his eyes on the furious movement of his mother's hand under her panties. Monica soon had two of her fingers deeply stroking in and out of her hole while Avery reached over and played with her nipples.

"Do it, Mom," he whispered. "Cum for me. God, you're so fucking hot."

After being teased for so long and feeling her son's cum still wet and sticky on her skin, Monica was close to exploding. But when he started cheering her on to cum with such dirty yet loving words she felt herself flying over the edge before she knew what was happening. She pumped her fingers furiously into her sloshing fuckhole, with the pressure of Avery's fingers on her nipples driving every sensation deeper into her body. She had to force herself to keep from crying out in ecstasy while her hips rocked and shuddered with the explosive climax ripping through her core.

Monica couldn't believe how hard the orgasm hit or how dazed it left her in its wake. Avery was staring at her in awe.

"Fuck, Mom, you're amazing," he whispered.

"And you're a very bad boy," she said, finally getting her voice back. In contrast to her words, she looked at her son with a dreamy smile.

She sat back upright and pulled her tube top back over her tits, then tried to rewrap her dress to cover as much of her cleavage as possible, which didn't end up being very much.

Avery called up front. "Hey Marv, we need to make a rest stop."

"Already? We've only been on the road for a couple of hours."

"Yeah, well it looks like Mom spilled some cream soda on her dress. I think she wants to get it out before it stains."

Marvin grunted, annoyed, but after a few miles they came to a rest stop and he pulled off the highway. After he parked, he got out of the car and headed for the rest rooms without bothering to ask either of his passengers how they were coping with the tight space in back. Monica and Avery were both just as glad he didn't. They just stood at the back of the minivan with the doors open. Avery was grinning at his mother and she couldn't keep from returning his smile no matter how much she tried.

"If there weren't all these people around I'd be kissing you right now, Mom. That was so good."

Monica blushed. "Then it's a good thing they're here," she tried to sound serious but couldn't keep the smirk off her lips. "It was...exciting, sweetheart, but also extremely naughty and nothing that's ever going to happen again."

"Oh right, of course." But the playful leer on her boy's handsome face said otherwise. Monica knew her baby boy well enough to know that look meant he didn't mean a word of what he just said.

"Ugh! And I thought I raised a good boy," she snickered. "You just get those dirty thoughts out of your mind while your mother freshens up."

Monica grabbed her shoulder bag and headed for the ladies' room while Avery went to the men's. There were other women coming and going as she grabbed a wad of paper hand towels and attempted to soak up the cum stains on her dress. Despite the fact that none of them were paying any attention to her, she felt self-conscious, to say the least, as if there were a big sign over her head with 'incest whore' plastered across it in huge, red letters.

The blonde grabbed another wad of towels, wet them in the sink and retreated to one of the stalls. About all she managed to do with the towels was just make bigger wet spots on her dress. Hopefully when they dried there would be a minimum of crusty residue from her son's cum.

Oh my god, my son's cum! she thought. How could such a thing even happen? Should she have said something to him back at the breakfast table when she first caught him ogling her tits? She imagined an alternate scenario in which she scolded her horny college boy for giving his own mother inappropriate looks at the table. Then as she imagined Marvin's reaction she almost started laughing out loud. The other women in the restroom would've thought there was a lunatic in her stall. Then again, maybe there was.

After working on the spots on her dress, Monica untied the sash that held it together in front and began dabbing at the sticky areas on her upper thighs. It struck her as weird that she actually felt a little sad about wiping those remnants of Avery's cum off her skin. He was on his way off to another year, and she thought about how terribly she had missed him the year before. And now that he had his own apartment he might even stay on the coast over the summer. He could easily end up living there permanently. The thought of him leaving her for good threatened to break her heart. He was the only truly loving male in her life, her steadfast affection and comfort when husbands were good for nothing but coming and going from her life.

Obviously, what she and Avery had done in the car was so very wrong, but as she dabbed the little crusty spots off her skin a bittersweet feeling of sadness came over her. She was most certainly going batshit crazy, but why did that make her smile? Why did her heart race when she thought of the way her baby had stroked that beautiful cock while he was sucking her tits like a baby ravenous for Mommy's warm milk? Thinking this way was only making her pussy flush with a fresh rush of dew. That wasn't the condition she needed to be in when she got back to the car.

This new round of tingling in Monica's pussy only reminded her of how wet her panties were from her insanely careless act of masturbation, but she didn't have a fresh pair to change into. She shoved the panties down her legs and then balled them up to stash in her bag. While she was at it, she slipped her arms out from the sleeves of her dress and took off the lacy tube top underneath. She stashed that in her bag next to her panties and proceeded to rearrange her dress. She wrapped it more tightly around her body now, cinching it all together with the sash. With nothing underneath it was more important than ever to make sure she was decently covered, even though her dress couldn't hide the amplified movement of her chubby tits.

Just as Monica was ready to leave the stall and go back to the car her phone beeped with an incoming text. She pulled it out of her bag to discover a message from Avery. Opening the message, she was presented with a picture of her son's hugely aroused cock. He'd obviously just taken it in a stall over in the men's room. She had heard her friends talk and laugh about getting dick pictures from their husbands or boyfriends, and here she was staring at one from her son. The image made her smile like a smitten schoolgirl. God, if Avery didn't have the most delicious looking male organ then she didn't know who did. It was so long, so thick, so strong and sturdy looking.

She had to catch herself before giggling out loud as she thought of how she'd just finished wiping up the cum her boy had spurted on her out of that very same cock. She couldn't help admiring that astonishing specimen of man flesh. That was her baby boy, showing his loving Mommy what a man he was now. But when did he ever become so bold and confident? For that matter, when did he ever become so perverse as to brazenly show his lust for his own mother? Then a text followed the picture: "Love traveling with you, Mom. Love YOU. Can't wait for the rest of the ride."

Without thinking about what she was doing, she quickly texted him back: "How does that thing ever fit in the shorts you have on? Love you more than life."

As the smiling blonde exited her stall, she realized she must be going crazy and wished she hadn't sent that text. She didn't regret telling Avery she loved him. She could never say that enough. But the quip about his cock would only encourage his unacceptable behavior. Yet the smile on Monica's face was even bigger as she left the ladies' room.

From a distance, she spotted Marvin already back at the car. The driver's door was open but he was standing outside doing stretching exercises, obviously gearing himself up for the next leg of the ride. Monica couldn't help thinking he looked ridiculous running in place and then leaning over in an attempt to touch his toes. She'd never seen him exercise and it looked unnatural. He didn't look happy about waiting around for his wife and her son who seemed to be taking their sweet time. She wasn't looking forward to having to ride back alone with him, but she didn't want to think about that now.

When she joined her husband back at the car, she asked him if he was feeling up for more driving.

"Yup. Doing just fine," he said. "I just want to get back on the road and keep to the schedule. We need to make sure we drop off Avery on time."

Monica eyed her husband skeptically, realizing he couldn't wait to get rid of her son. She felt a sudden reaction that took her by surprise. It was a mixture of resentment and regret. How could she have married someone so pompous as to think he could stand in the way of her relationship with her son? It wasn't as if she hadn't always known Marvin could be an asshat when he wanted, but he'd seemed like a safe, secure choice. After two divorces before him, that seemed more important than love or passion, but she was wrong about that. Love and passion were all that mattered. She could see that now, and the sudden realization of her mistake was making her head spin.

"Have you heard a word I just said?" Marvin snapped her out of her daze. She hadn't realized he was still talking to her.

"I'm sorry, dear. What were you saying?"

"I was saying that boy doesn't have a thought in his head for anyone else. Where the hell is he? Didn't you potty train him well enough that he's got to take all day in the can?

Monica's jaw dropped and she glared at her husband. Marvin just shrugged, too clueless to apologize. Then Monica got a cold smile of satisfaction on her face as she thought about Avery squirting cum all over this idiot's wife while he was up front driving. He looked confused when she simply turned her back on him and walked toward the back of the van. She opened the door to wait for her son.

Within a couple of minutes, Avery came strolling calmly back to minivan with a smile on his face. Marvin scowled at him as he walked by and got in back with his mother, pulling the doors closed after them.

Back on the highway, Marvin drove with the radio on again and Avery didn't take long to notice that the tube top that had been peeking through the top of his mother's dress was now missing. Monica caught him looking and then looked away coyly, giving him a sly smirk.

For a while, they rode along without incident. Avery spent some time texting and emailing on his phone, although his eyes were drifting toward his mother's tits on regular intervals. The wet spots on Monica's dress started to dry and she actually felt a little sad to see the evidence of Avery's climax disappear. She couldn't remember being that excited. It was completely insane, and she knew she couldn't let it happen again no matter how much the idea made her heart beat faster. But it wouldn't be so bad to take out her phone and take another look at the picture Avery sent her back at the rest stop.

She tried to make it look like she was innocently checking her email, but she caught the smile on his face when she swiped to that picture of his hard cock. He glanced over, first looking at her tits as they wobbled inside her dress to the vibration of the car, and then at her face. She felt herself blush.

"I guess you like the message I sent," Avery said in a quiet tone.

"I was shocked," she admitted just as quietly. "What kind of boy sends something like this to his own mother?"

"I do, apparently," he smirked. "I can't help it that my mother is so hot."

Monica felt herself blush again at her son's sordid compliment. As much as she had always loved him, there was a different kind of bond rapidly forming between them now. Between the events of earlier in the morning and that brief yet revealing spat with Marvin, she was feeling a closeness with her son that spread a delightful warmth throughout her entire body. Marvin had certainly never said she was hot. Pretty, yes, but never hot. And it was barely weeks after their wedding that he started dropping subtle hints about her trying harder to lose some weight. What in the world had she been thinking when she agreed to marry him? Probably it was a reaction to the prospect of being all alone while Avery was in college.

"Darling, that's very sweet of you to say, but young men don't go around sending pictures of their...um, aroused penis to their mother."

"I notice you didn't delete it."

"Hmm, and what if I don't?"

"Then you'll have something to remind you how much I miss you all year at school."

"I do miss you, too, baby. If you only knew how much." She looked back at the obscene picture on her phone, and her curiosity became more than she could resist. She had to ask or she would never stop wondering: "Darling, did you, errr after you took this...did you finish?" It was crazy to be asking her son if he made himself cum in a highway rest stop bathroom stall, but her heart beat even faster as she waited for the reply.

Avery shook his head negatively.

Monica looked at him in surprise. His cock looked so hard in the picture she didn't know how a guy his age could keep from giving himself the relief he obviously needed.

"Why?" she couldn't resist asking.

A devious grin crossed her son's face. "I wanted to save my cum for you, Mom."

Monica stopped breathing for a moment. "Wicked, wicked boy," she whispered, then giggled softly. She knew she was only encouraging him, but that only excited her even more. She reached into her bag on the floor and fished out the still moist, wadded up panties she'd been wearing before their stop. She furtively slipped them into her son's hand. "Here, maybe these will help you, um, do what you need to do."

Avery's eyes lit up when he realized what he was now holding in his hand. He brought them to his face and deeply inhaled the scent of his mother's aroused pussy, obviously savoring her essence. It was such a simple yet lurid gesture, and it made the lips of Monica's pussy quiver with excitement. He took several deep inhalations and reached between his legs to squeeze the growing bulge in his shorts.

Monica's nipples swelled with arousal as she watched her son fill his head with the aroma few son's should ever know. But the way he fought to inhale her smell as deeply as he could made her feel wanted in a way she'd never known before. Seeing him boldly squeeze his cock without a shred of shame made warm juice trickle down her slit. Avery's cock was very soon just as hard as it was in the picture he'd sent his mother, and at least half of his long, fat shaft was sticking out the leg of his shorts.

"You are so fucking hot," he whispered again. "I never had a girlfriend make me this hard this often."

Monica's face felt like it was burning. "Hmm," she retorted, attempting to downplay his excitement, "maybe you just need to find a higher quality kind of girl."

"I already have," he said, giving her a meaningful look.

The blonde mother couldn't help but smile. She was dying to tell him how he made her feel like no other man before him ever could, including his own father. But she couldn't bring the words out of her mouth. As hot and exciting as everything they were doing made her feel, it was still against society's ultimate rule. It was sinful and hedonistic, and it was making her pussy hotter and wetter by the second.

Avery cast a quick look toward the front, confirming that Marvin was concentrating on driving. He then looked at his mother just before lifting his ass off the seat and pulling his shorts down. He wasn't wearing anything underneath and his big cock snapped upright as he pushed his shorts all the way off. He sat back, trying to angle a little more to face his mother while he took hold of his rock solid cock and started stroking it.

Monica's expression was somewhere between shock and amazed delight. There was no denying her son had the biggest, most beautiful cock she'd ever seen. If he were anyone else but her son she'd gladly push his hand out of the way and start stroking it herself -- and then, it wouldn't be long before she took it in her mouth. But this was her own son, and despite the fact that he'd already spattered her with cum once today, there was no way she could ever touch that luscious cock. Merely watching him stroke it wasn't even in the same category. That was the kind of thing she could easily see just by accident by walking into the bathroom at the wrong time.

But Monica was watching Avery proudly stroke his audaciously exposed cock willingly, eagerly. And her pussy was broiling with excitement. She was so intent on watching his strong hand slide up and down that thick, beefy shaft that she barely realized he was saying something.

"Mom...c'mon. Show me those gorgeous tits again. I wanna look at them while I jerk it."

Monica checked the front, even though she and Avery were both hidden from the tops of their shoulders down. Turning back, she gave her son a coy smile and pulled the top of her dress open, letting her large orbs burst into view.

"Fuck, those are beautiful, Mom," Avery muttered under his breath.

Monica loved the way her son was gazing at her jugs and stroking his rod at the same time. She took the heavy globes in her hands and fondled them, hefting and squeezing, and taking time to fluff her aroused nipples. Playing with her nipples only made the wet heat in her pussy grow worse, which made her think of trying something deliciously taboo.

"Wanna see more, baby?" she asked her son quietly.

Avery looked at her face in surprise, as if he already knew what she was offering. His mother gave him another coy smile as she checked on Marvin and then untied the sash on her dress. She pulled the sides open so she was fully exposed except for her shoulders.

"Ohhh fuck," Avery said, barely above a breath.

"You like it, baby?" his mother whispered.

"Ohhh fuck," he repeated, his eyes roaming over her body and settling on her perfectly smooth, bald pussy.

Monica opened her legs wide enough to show the boy her glistening slit. She was dripping by now and her clit was throbbing with need. The more Avery looked at her pussy, the more she wanted him to. No one had ever looked at it with so much devoted love and hunger, not to mention pure lust. Monica reached between her thick, shapely thighs and spread her slit open with her fingers, letting her horny boy see the hole she knew he'd love to be shoving that huge cock into right about now. Then she started rubbing her pussy, massaging the slippery lips and rubbing her clit while Avery stared and jacked.

Precum was dripping out of the boy's round knob in a steady flow. His mother was dying to taste it while wishing such a thing wasn't so impossible. But she could never do that. She could think about it, though. She could dream about it and imagine the tangy flavor of that warm, oozing cream. She could imagine the way that luscious pole would pulse and spurt in her mouth as she sucked his fertile, young spunk out of those big, heavy looking balls.

Avery kept himself shaven all around his cock and balls. Monica had seen plenty of shaven cocks in pictures and videos, but none of her husbands had even been so considerate enough to barber their pubes. As she rubbed her dripping pussy and studied her son's cock all she could think about was how good she could make him feel running her tongue all over that smooth skin.

"You're awful quiet back there," Marvin called suddenly. "Everything okay? I suppose one of you will want to stop again soon."

"No, dear," Monica called back. "No stopping for a while."

"Yeah," Avery added. "We're just hanging out and enjoying the view."

Marvin grunted skeptically and drove on. Meanwhile, his wife winked at her son as she slid a finger into her slick lady hole. Avery moaned softly, keeping his voice low. He was now smearing his precum up and down his shaft, using it for stroke lube and making his girthy shaft glisten in the process. The sight of that big, shining rod made his mother's mouth water.

Monica and Avery were both trying to keep their breathing under control as they watched each other masturbate. She could tell her son was carefully controlling his strokes to hold off his inevitable load. But Monica could barely contain the forbidden pleasure coursing through her body. It was immensely heightened by the way Avery made her feel loved and desired beyond measure. Grinding her pumping fingers into her G spot, she leaned her head back against the seat and showed her boy a hard, breathless climax. It seemed to go on for miles before her shudders finally began to subside. When she looked at her son he was pumping his enormous hard on furiously, only easing up when she opened her eyes to look at him.

"You're amazing," he whispered. "You're even more beautiful when you cum."

"Oh, baby, I love you so much."I love you too, Mom."

"Do you want to cum on Mommy's tits, baby?" the voluptuous blonde whispered."

"Fuck yes," Avery hissed back.

Monica leaned down so her heavy tits were dangling just an inch or two above her son's cock. Barely thinking about what she was doing, she reached between his legs and lovingly caressed his smooth balls with her hand. Avery let out a long breath of pleasure, savoring the feel of his mother's hand on his balls while he pumped his cock harder and faster with his fist.

"Fuck, Mom, I'm gonna...gonna...gonna cum," he said in a strangled whisper.

"Give it to Mommy, baby. Give your Mommy all that cum."

Monica suddenly felt spurt after warm spurt of her son's shooting cum spattering across her hefty melons. She loved the way it felt on her skin, wearing her boy's creamy passion all over her mounds and nipples. Avery's face was rapt with pleasure and passion, making her question whether or not she'd ever seen a man cum for her as hard as her own son just had.

Avery finally spent his load and started to catch his breath. Monica sat upright again and looked around for something to wipe the astonishing amount of cum off her tits. If it weren't for Marvin she would have worn it proudly for the rest of the day. When she couldn't find anything, Avery passed her panties back to her and she wiped the gobs of semen off her melons while he watched her every move.

After spending a few miles just gazing at each other with goofy grins on their faces, Avery pulled up his shorts while Monica pulled her dress back together and tied it back in place. They leaned against each other and just enjoyed the post-orgasmic daze they shared. Monica even managed to doze off for a while and didn't wake up until Marvin pulled off the highway again to refuel.

The tension between Marvin and Monica didn't let up for the rest of the day. If anything it just got worse. Late in the day they pulled off the road again to check into a motel for the night. They found a halfway decent steakhouse for dinner. Monica was fully aware of the way her husband was growing more and more irritated by the way she and Avery were getting along. The mother and son were practically behaving like a teenaged couple on Valentine's Day, but at least keeping their actions on a socially acceptable level. Without knowing what happened earlier in the far backseat, Marvin didn't have a reason to angry or jealous with either of them. But Monica was just another day away from seeing her son leave the next for another year, most likely for good, and she wasn't about to let such a pompous ass get in the way of her relationship with her son. Obviously, her relationship with Avery had quickly become highly inappropriate, but Marvin didn't know that and it was none of his business anyway.

Monica and Marvin both had a few drinks over dinner, and when they went back to their motel room, which was right next door to Avery's, the blonde thought she should try not to be so hard on Marvin. They hadn't been married very long, but he was her husband, after all, and maybe she should do something to smooth things over and set things right for their future, both in the immediate and long term. Her love for Avery might have been far beyond what any normal mother feels for her son, but she couldn't forget that she'd been going back home with Marvin in a few more days. Maybe he wasn't the wisest choice she'd ever made, but why not try to make the best of it?

Back at the motel, Marvin insisted on showering first since Monica would end up taking longer. Okay, she thought, that was true, and it wasn't important enough to make an issue of. So she patiently waited her turn, resisting the urge to knock on the door that went into Avery's room just to see what he was doing. Despite her resolve to smooth things over with Marvin, she couldn't stop smiling about the outlandish chances she and her son had taken in the car that day. A girl never forgets when a man gets that hard and excited for her, she thought, even if he's her own son.

When Monica finally got her chance at the shower, smearing the soap suds over her full, generous tits made her think of the way Avery's cum looked when he climaxed on them. She giggled silently, not wanting Marvin to hear. He'd only ask her what was so funny. Knowing her husband would insist on doing all the driving again, she knew she had another full day of being crammed in the back with Avery, and part of her couldn't wait to see what would happen next. Her pussy grew wet all over again as she thought of her son sucking her bulky tits while sporting the biggest erection she'd ever seen.

But this was her son, she admonished herself, still smiling at the memory. Yet this was a memory that had her deeply aroused, and she needed more than a quick finger fuck in the shower to calm her vibrating nerves. She decided she could get Marvin to fuck her. It would be a perfect way to make him relax and feel better, and if he could hold out long enough to make her cum then maybe she wouldn't do anything unmentionable with her son in the car the next day.

After her shower, Monica dried her hair and put on a short sleep shirt with a plunging V neck. She didn't bother wearing panties. She wasn't going to need them tonight. After dabbing a trace of her favorite perfume on her neck, she went out to join Marvin in bed. He had the television on with his glasses perched halfway down his nose, but he looked tired and not very focused on whatever he was watching. She made sure she was standing in his field of vision when she slowly pulled the sleep shirt off over her head, revealing her thick, heavy curves in all their naked glory.

Marvin didn't react to his wife stripping naked, but she knew he'd react to what she was planning next. She slipped into bed and sidled up close to him. Then she reached into his boxer shorts and began fondling his cock.

"What are you doing?" he asked, sounding irritated again.

"What does it feel like, honey? I'm getting that big dick nice and hard so you can fuck your wife." In fact, Marvin's cock was average: nothing special, but enough for a girl to work with.

"Geezus, Monica, Avery is right in the next room," he snapped. "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm horny for my husband's cock," she said, trying to maintain a sexy voice even though he was making her angry again. "Besides, it's not like we never had sex when he was at home."

"Yes, and he was all the way on the other side of the house. There's a door between the rooms, Monica. Having sex now would just be sick."

"Sick? Seriously?"

Marvin took her wrist and pulled her hand away from his cock. His limp flesh wasn't even responding to her caress. He heaved an impatient sigh.

"There'll be plenty of time for that after we finally get rid of him tomorrow."

Monica felt herself fuming. "We're dropping him off for school. Not getting rid of him. If you ever thought I'd ever "get rid of" my own son then you were so wrong."

"Ugh. It's just an expression. Now stop trying to play with my penis and get some sleep."

Marvin turned off the TV and rolled over with his back to his wife. He was snoring within a minute or two while Monica was wide awake, straining to contain her anger. By now he would be dead to the world until six in the morning when he'd march around waking up everyone else and barking about sticking to his precious schedule. She got out of bed and put her sleep shirt back on. She took a seat in the chair by the TV stand and pulled out her phone to look at her email. It didn't take long before she was swiping her way into her photo albums and brought the image of Avery's cock back on her screen.

Monica smiled and felt her heart skip a beat as she looked at the big, thick shaft that was so hard for her that day. Fresh tingles lit up her pussy as she remembered the way he gave his mother the gift of his warm cum. Twice.

Fuck this, she thought, glancing at her snoring husband. Then she texted Avery, asking if he was still awake. His reply came back within seconds. He was obviously awake and asking why she was still up.

"I'm bored, and I miss you," she wrote back.

"Miss you too. What about Marv?" he asked.

"Sleeping."

A few seconds later, the knob on the door between the rooms rattled quietly. Monica got up and slid back the bolt that was keeping it closed, then she opened the door to find her son standing on his side in nothing but a pair of tight boxer briefs. She took in the sight of his barely covered body while he was taking in the way she looked in her revealing sleep shirt. She stepped into his room and bolted the door from that side. As soon as she turned around to face him she found herself being taken into a tight hug, with Avery's hands quickly moving under the hem of his mother's shirt to sink his hands into the sumptuous flesh of her ass.

"Avery!" she cried, but keeping her voice low. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I've been dying to feel more of you all day," he said, kneading her abundant spheres. "I haven't stopped thinking about you for a second."

"Oh, baby, neither have I. But...this is so...so..."

"Wrong?"

"Uh, yeah, something like that," she replied, losing her concentration as she felt his big, young cock rapidly growing against her body.

Monica felt her breath catch while her son's hands began roaming all over her body under the shirt, exploring her ass and then along her sides until he was squeezing her sensitive tits. She knew she should stop him, but the plain fact was that she didn't want to. She wanted his hands on her, exploring her as if she belonged to him. Her nipples were hard and swollen. They throbbed with pleasure as her son grasped them tightly with his fingers.

When he suddenly kissed her like a possessive lover it felt like the air was being sucked out of her body. It didn't stop her from kissing him back, though, driving her tongue against his as he was plunging his into her mouth. At the same time, he was grinding his aroused cock against her body. The message was clear. This hot young college boy wanted his mother so badly he was throbbing with need. It was a need that was fully contagious as Monica plunged her hands into the back of her son's briefs, squeezing his tight, young buttocks while he ground his shaft even harder against her.

The increasingly horny mother was disappointed at first to feel her son's hands relinquish their hold on her tits, but then they were at the bottom of her shirt, lifting up on the hem.

"I want you naked, Mom," he said through his straining breath.

Monica pulled her hands out of his briefs and raised her arms, letting him pull her only garment up and off her body. She needed to be naked with him, for him. She needed his need for her and she moaned low and deep in her throat when he clutched her free-swinging tits and began lapping and sucking at one nipple at a time, but making sure each got equal attention. She giggled and then mewled with pleasure as she thought of the way the fat jugs her boy was bringing so much pleasure had been spattered with his cum just a few hours earlier.

"Oh fuck, Mom, I've been dying to do this all day. This is so much better than being crammed in the car," he said, pausing in his sucking.

"I know something else that would be better than that," she said coyly.

Monica walked over to her son's bed and sat down on the end, spreading her legs wide to reveal her wet pussy. Avery followed and stood between her widely parted knees. Then his mother pulled down on his briefs, marveling at the sight of his liberated cock as it sprang up and outward. As soon as Avery kicked his briefs out of the way, Monica took his unyielding shaft into her hand. His flesh was so hard, so thick, and oh so very hot to her touch. She gazed up his beautiful face and watched the pleasure transform his look as she started stroking that luscious meat.

Avery was staring at her hand as it played over the silky skin of his rod and his bare chest heaves were getting deeper along with his breath. Monica's heart was racing with excitement. Feeling inspired, she reached up with her other hand to caress her son's smooth balls, fondling them while she stroked his stiff shaft.

"Ohh, Mom, that feels soooo goooood," he moaned.

"Mmm, you have such a beautiful cock, baby. Mommy loves it so much."

Monica then leaned forward further, until she could wrap her big, silky warm melons around Avery's pulsing prick. She clutched her tits with her hands and pressed them snugly around his pole, then hefting them up and down his granite hard flesh. The heavy amount of precum dripping from Avery's cock head provided a decent amount of lube for his mother's tit massage, but Monica spit on it a couple of times to add to it.

"Ffffuck," Avery groaned. "I can't believe my mother just spat on my cock."

Monica giggled. She was tweezing her nipples to give herself some extra stimulation while moved her matronly flesh up and down that hot shank. She loved surprising him. Even more, she loved being his dirty, cock-loving mother.

"Hmm, maybe Mommy should get even more spit on her boy's gorgeous dick," she said with a devious twinkle in her eye.

She then pulled back, freeing the boy's swaggering rod from between her luscious mounds. Her hand once again circled around the base of his shaft as she nodded her head down and took his juicy head between her lips.

"Mom, oh fuck, Mom! Yes!" Avery hissed.

Monica's pussy flushed with steaming dew hearing the sound of "Mom" coming from the man whose cock she was sucking. It was a completely new experience, and it came along with a needful feeling deep in her core. She felt as if she had turned onto a path she could never return from, and her first instinct was to suck that throbbing bone harder and faster.

It wasn't long before Avery was pumping his hips in counterpoint to the bobbing of Monica's head, thrusting his cock through her hand and into her swirling, wet mouth. His large hands wove into her silky hair, not pushing her any harder than she wanted to go but following her natural motion, letting her know how much he was savoring the hot, wet luxury of his mother's mouth.

Monica couldn't believe she had her only child's ragingly hard dick pumping her mouth. This was a special experience so few women ever know. The taste of his flesh and precum was strikingly new, yet somehow familiar at the same time. It was as if her boy's rigid boner was made to go into her mouth. The sound of his moans and heaving breath were enough to make her clit throb. She thrust her free hand between her open legs and vigorously rubbed her clit as she sucked that delicious piece of boy shank.

Avery started thrusting harder into his mother's mouth, and Monica knew he was close to exploding. She let her tongue flutter rapidly over the underside of his cock, just beneath the head, and tightened her grip as she stroked him.

"Mom, oh Mom, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he groaned, at least still remembering to keep his voice down.

Monica didn't let up and her beating heart was thrilled with the eruption of warm, delicious cream into her mouth. The amount of cum pouring into the adoring mother's mouth was astonishing considering how Avery had already cum twice for her earlier that day. Being an avid lover of sucking a nice cock ever since she was eighteen, Monica greedily swallowed every thick spurt of her son's joy sauce, letting it gush across her tongue and then slide down her throat.

Avery kept spurting until he was dazed and fighting to catch his breath. When his mother released him from between her lips his wet member was still partially swollen. The sight of his spent flesh dripping with the combination of her saliva and his cum made her clit vibrate with need. She felt proud of herself. She felt even more beautiful and loved than her son had made her feel in the car. And her pussy was in such dire need of attention that she was ready to lie back and let Avery watch her finger herself to another climax. But before she realized he'd even caught his breath, Avery leaned over and kissed his mother so hungrily and deep it took her breath away. She was barely aware of what was happening when he pushed her back and knelt down on the carpet at the end of the bed.

Monica's dripping, wide open pussy was right at the edge of the mattress, right in front of her son's face. "Baby, what are you...?"

Before she could finish the question, her words were cut off by her own moan of pleasure as Avery's tongue nestled against her asshole and made a long, wet slide from there, up along her slit, and then a few circles around her clit.

"Fuck, you taste so good," the boy groaned, going back for another full length lick.

Monica gasped, hardly believing her own son had just licked her asshole. Twice. But then he was pushing her legs higher and wider, giving himself better access to her rosette. He licked and suckled her tight pucker like it was juicy candy, stabbing into the core with the tip of his tongue while he rubbed his thumb over her clit. She couldn't believe the way his tongue was fighting its way into her ass, teasing her opening while he planted his lips firmly around the hole.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she moaned with a rush of breath. "Dirty, filthy fucking boy! Tongue fucking Mommy's asshole. Ohhh, don't stop, baby, never stop."

Monica felt like her mind was spinning through space. She couldn't believe the obscenely twisted words coming out of her own mouth, a mouth that still bore the taste of her son's cum. No man had ever been so bold as to take possession of her most intimate hole. It wasn't as if she'd never enjoyed a few anal sex adventures with Avery's father, but licking and lapping and kissing her starbud the way her son was was a forbidden joy beyond description. This was true intimacy. She'd never felt so open or close to anyone as she did right now.

Avery kept up his tongue attack on his mother's delicious asshole, along with his firm rubbing on her clit, until the waves of a delirious climax felt like she was rising off the bed. There were only a few seconds for her to try to recover when Avery replaced his tongue with his finger, now sliding deeper into her ass than his tongue could go. At the same time, he began sucking her clit the way he was sucking her nipples not so long ago. Words were an impossible goal to reach now as the curvy blonde gasped and moaned, taking everything her hungry son was giving her until another climax came over her, just as strong as the first.

When she opened her eyes, Avery was already standing up at the end of the bed. His cock was just as hard as it was before, and he was slowly stroking his shaft while he looked at mother's sumptuously naked body with a driven gleam in his eyes. Monica knew in an instant that he was ready to climb on the bed and fuck her like owned her.

"Baby, no. We can't. That's too far. It's...it's..."

"It's what we both need, Mom, and you know it," he said.

"No, that's incest, baby. What if you got your own mother pregnant?"

Avery's lips curled into a wicked grin. "What do you call sucking my cock, Mom? I'm pretty sure that's incest, too."

Monica scrabbled backward on the bed. Despite her empty pleas to make him control himself, she spread her legs and played with her tits while she watched him get on his knees between her thighs.

"Fuck, your pussy is so beautiful," the boy groaned, gazing at his mother's dripping slit.

He took hold of his substantial cock and rubbed the head up and down her slick slit several times before finally pushing the head into her hole. God, he felt so thick! She found herself staring down her body at the point where his cock was gradually sinking deeper and deeper into her body. With every inch going inside her cunt, Monica was less capable of forming complete words. Yet there was so much she needed to tell her son, especially now. She needed to tell him how much she loved him. She needed to tell him how wrong it was that he was shoving his cock into his own mother. And she was dying to tell him nothing in her life had ever felt so deliciously perfect.

But then he held himself over her with his arms down, hands planted on the bed, and started sliding his fat hard on in and out of her slick hole. That was when her definition of deliciously perfect changed. She moaned deeply and instantly rocked her pussy into her son's driving thrusts. He was staring down at her with his eyes trained on the way her tits were heaving and shaking to the force of his hard thrusts. But he soon leaned over and rubbed his sweaty chest against her globes, shoving his rod harder and harder into her hole

Monica wrapped her thick legs around her son's lunging body and ground her drenched pussy onto his pole. His imposing member fit her sheath completely, stretching her lips and plumbing her creamy depth with so much force it wasn't long before she started to cum again. The blonde felt the joyful ripples deep inside her cunt, but her son just kept fucking her even harder.

"Fuck, yes, baby, fuck Mommy's pussy," she managed to squeal. "God, that big dick feels so good!"

Avery was breathless and straining, but he managed to growl his desire. "I love that fucking pussy, Mom. It feels so good. So hot and tight. I need to fuck your pussy every day."

Monica nearly cried out at the thought of being fucked by that magnificent cock every day. A breathtaking orgasm began to build up in her body, swelling like a balloon of pure pleasure inside her body. With Avery slamming his big rod into her for all he was worth, she could tell he was reaching his peak, too.

"Mom. Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" he groaned.

"Do it inside me, baby. Give Mommy that hot fucking boy juice!"

Hugging Avery to her with her legs, Monica felt his cock lurch and pulse, followed by the gushing of hot cream deep into her cunt. The force of her son's ejaculation was the straw that broke the camel's back and her body immediately lit up with an explosion of pure pleasure.

Avery held his cock inside his mother until he started to go soft, then he lay beside her. Monica turned onto her side so they were facing each other. They spent a long time just kissing and stroking each other's body.

"Wow, Mom, I never realized you had such a dirty mouth," Avery said with a smile.

"Look who's talking, Mr. Rimjob Expert," she giggled.

"I love you so much, Mom."

"I love you too, baby. More than anyone."

They spent another long stretch of time kissing and fondling each other. Monica started to realize she didn't know she could ever go back to having average sex again after what she'd just had from her sweet Avery. She realized Avery had been right about Marvin all along. He was pompous and boring. Not only that, he was just as boring inside the bedroom as out. Monica shuddered at the thought of having mediocre sex with someone she didn't even love anymore, if she ever really had.

"Baby?" she said.

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Did you mean that thing about fucking me every day?"

Avery smiled. "Every word, Mom. I need you."

"And what about all those cute little hotties at school?"

"They're just girls. I need a hot, passionate woman who loves me just as much as I love her. How could I ever be happy with that after being with you?"

Monica made a happy purring sound. Avery told her he wanted her to stay with him on the coast, that they could get a bigger apartment together, or even look for a house to buy. Whatever happened, she knew she couldn't go back to her life with Marvin. With the way he always seemed so irritated about everything he probably wouldn't even complain about breaking up. She decided to talk to him once they got to the coast. Either way, she would stay with Avery, and not take the trip back that they planned. And there was only one more day of driving to get there. After the first day, tomorrow was going to be amazing.