Sweet Ride with Mom's Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What could the future hold for this incestuous relationship?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What was wrong with mom."

I was very confused.

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

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

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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