Sweet Ride with Mom's Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I finished my tacos first and asked for the keys to the jeep. Bary handed them over right away, probably figuring I must need a tampon or something.

******

"Oh my god!" My mom had just sucked my cock in a public place. I had almost cum in a restaurant with my dad sitting 3 feet away from me. This was the best day ever!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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