Vacation With Mommy - A Long Car Ride ( Six Chapte free porn video

You don't really know how much stuff you have collected in your life until you move.

With our last son going to college, we did two moves in one. We were moving to a condo only a few miles away, while we were driving Cory sixteen hours to college. Because we had to put all our items in storage, we didn't get title for three more weeks, we were going to do a two week road trip after we dropped Cory off.

As we packed the car with both Cory's stuff and our suitcases for the almost three week round trip, we realized we had a major predicament. By the time the car was loaded, there was only room for two people. A driver and someone sitting in the back seat behind the driver.

My husband tried to reshuffle the luggage, but there was simply too much stuff.

I finally suggested, "Cory and I could squeeze back there together."

"For sixteen hours?" My husband, Alex, asked.

"Well, we will likely have to take more rest stops," I shrugged.

"Based on your small bladder, that will be the situation regardless," Alex quipped, always annoyed by how often I made him stop. He was a put the pedal to the metal kind of guy, while my bladder was a stop and smell the roses type of bladder.

I turned to Cory, who was slim like me, "Can you handle sixteen hours cramped beside your old mother?"

"Oh, if I have to," my son, always sarcastic, responded.

"Be careful with that attitude," I shot back playfully. "You're stuck with me for sixteen hours."

I should note it was a very hot August day and I was wearing a sundress for the drive to stay as comfortable as possible.

We all did one more pee check, which I, of course, did, and Cory and I squeezed into the spot made for one.

Alex asked, using sarcasm too, "Comfy?"

Cory's elbow poking my breast, I quipped, "Like a cow on a train."

"Moo," Cory added, shifting more which led to even more pressure on my left breast.

We were just out of the city, half an hour later, when I said, "This isn't working."

"You don't like being a sardine?" Cory asked, as he stopped reading on his IPad, like I too was trying to do, the kindle app the only app really worth owning.

"Not particularly," I nodded, as I moved and suggested, "Maybe I can just sit on your lap for a while."

"Okay," my son nodded.

I moved onto his lap and sighed, "Now that is much better."

"Agreed," Cory said.

"I'm not too heavy on you, am I?" I asked. At forty-six I was still in great shape. I was slim with big breasts, a firm ass and legs. Selling real estate I knew that my looks played a key role in my sales. Sex sells, always has, always will. So I dressed in professional, but sexy business suits or dresses with nylons and four inch heels. My 38d natural breasts always were showcased as I'm pretty sure they helped me close more deals then the actual real estate I was selling.

"No," he answered, shifting slightly.

As we drove, after a few minutes I noticed two things:

1. Wearing a dress was a bad idea as I was now sitting on my son's lap, my thin thong the only thing stopping my vagina from being directly on my son.

2. My son's cock was hard and placed directly under my vagina.

My son, who was rather nerdy in high school, like his father, winning a full ride scholarship to over a dozen colleges, had really blossomed physically by working construction all summer. Gone were his scrawny arms, replaced with impressive muscles. I had complimented him frequently on his summer reformation. My boy had become a man.

Yet now, as we drove on a bumpy section of road that was under construction, I realized my boy had indeed turned into a man as I could feel his definitely erect cock directly under me.

With each bump his hardness rubbed my pussy which, even though I tried to control myself, got me wet. I considered moving, but was worried I would embarrass him if I acted like I could feel his erection. So, instead I tried to control the bouncing by putting my hands on the top of the seat in front of me.

Yet for about ten minutes, which felt like an eternity, my son's hard-on, thankfully trapped in his shorts, rubbed against my very wet pussy.

Finally, the road smoothed and now his hard cock just rested directly underneath my pussy. I knew I should move, yet I still seemed frozen in place. Partly, because I was worried I would embarrass him if I moved and partly, undeniably, it felt good in the position I was in.

For twenty minutes my pussy rested on his cock, which never shrunk, while talking to my husband as much as I could to distract me from the awkward situation I was in.

Finally, I saw an upcoming rest stop and suggested we stop.

Just as Alex slowed down, I felt the firm flinching of his penis. It flinched three times, each time lifting up ever so slightly into my pussy lips.

I accidentally moaned.

Alex asked, "You okay?"

"I just need to stretch," I answered, my face burning red at the reality that I was getting horny from sitting on my son.

"I could grab a drink," my husband nodded, as he pulled into the car stop.

"Me too," I agreed, suddenly feeling a bit dehydrated.

Once he rolled to a stop, I joked to Cory, "I imagine you are dying for a break, too."

"No, I was enjoying the ride," my son answered, yet his tone didn't imply any sort of sexual innuendo that could have accompanied those words.

My already flushed face went a shade redder as I opened the door and got out. I'm not sure if my face could go redder, but as my son got out and stood up two things were apparent:

1. His erection poking out if his Adidas shorts.

2. A wet spot that was undoubtedly from me.

I turned away and headed to the washroom mortified that my pussy juice was on my son's shorts. Once inside, I pulled my panties down and couldn't believe how wet they actually were.

Now I should note I got wet easily and was quite a flooder when I got off. I also had a ferocious sexual appetite that my husband could seldom feed completely... thus I had a variety of sex toys to finish the job he often couldn't complete. I had a we-vibe, a couple vibrators, anal beads, a butterfly toy that I could wear while out, which was in my purse, and my newest purchase acquisition, a massage vibe... which was literally orgasmic.

Deciding I needed to quell my burning cunt, I leaned against the wall in a stall and began pleasuring myself. Not surprisingly, the half hour plus of accidental teasing had me already revved up and I came in no time at all. My pussy juice leaked down my leg and I awkwardly cleaned myself up with toilet paper.

Once recovered, I also wiped my panties as I tried to make them less damp but after putting them on all I could still feel was my humiliating wetness. Usually, I loved sex. I loved coming, but the constant reminder by my wet panties that my son's cock had got me horny was too much and I took them back off.

Instead, I put the sexy wet thong in my purse, and went to the sink to wash my hands and legs. Unfortunately, a mother with her c***d were there and all I could do was wash my hands thoroughly to hide the scent of my own cum.

Leaving the washroom, I decided there was no way I would sit back on my son's lap, instead, deciding we would have to persevere squished side by side. I purchased a coke and a bag of chips and headed back outside.

'Fuck', I sighed as the summer heat pounded on us. It was a fucking sauna out there. I planned to try and get more panties from the suitcase, but decided not to, how was I going to explain that?

My husband and son were leaning on the car chatting when I walked over.

"So, under f******n hours left," Alex quipped, with a playful smile.

Cory added, "I think it's going to be a tight ride."

I couldn't tell for sure, maybe it was just the self-conscious part of me, but he seemed to stress the word 'tight'.

I joked, realizing only after I said it that it only added to the innuendo if he was implying any, "Yes, it is some quality mom and son bonding."

"Well, it's you two back there the whole drive," my husband added. "No way can I fit back there with anybody."

That was true. My husband was a bigger man and there was no way my son or I would fit side by side or on his lap.

Nope, I still had just under f******n hours with my son in the backseat. The next few without any underwear.

Fuck.

My son got back in the car first and patted his lap.

I was supposed to go in first and suggested, "Shouldn't we try to be side by side?"

"It's okay, Mom," he said, patting his lap again.

"You sure?" I asked, knowing I wasn't wearing any panties and my pussy was still slightly damp... the aftermath dribble of a good orgasm.

"Side by side is too tight," he replied.

"But I'll crush your legs," I pointed out, desperate to avoid sitting on his cock again... having apparently enjoyed it too much the first time.

He shrugged, "Oh Mom, you're light."

"You sure?" I asked again, still tentative, as I looked down and could still see the remnants of a stain on his shorts as well as the clear outline of his cock... which, at least, no longer looked to be completely erect.

"Mom, it's not hard at all," he answered, his word choice odd.

Naughty me also wanted to respond, 'but it likely will be', but the good mom in me responded, "If you're sure I won't smother you."

He shrugged, "I can handle whatever you give me."

So I sat back on his lap, his words again dripping with possible innuendo, this time moving more onto his leg and avoiding his crotch.

For half an hour, I sat in that spot as we continued driving. Then suddenly I felt his hands on my hips as he stated, while lifting me up slightly, "We need to change positions."

When he lowered me back down, my pussy was again directly on his indeed again stiff cock. I couldn't help but let out a slight moan as my naked pussy felt the pressure against it.

For the next half hour, even though the road was smooth, I kept feeling his cock seem to flinch, which made my pussy tremble and get excessively wet.

Alex asked, "Comfortable back there?"

My son said, "It's tight, but good."

I gasped as, while he said this, I felt three clear movements of his cock.

"You okay, Sarah?" Alex asked, as I felt my wetness leak out of me slightly.

"I'm good," I responded. I wanted to move, but knew without that a doubt I had created more wetness on my son's crotch and if I moved it would be clearly noticeable... being able to have multiple orgasms had always been a great benefit to me, but at the moment it was my kryptonite.

"Next stop is almost an hour away," Alex said.

"No worries," I said, trying to be causal.

Cory added, "Yeah, although it's getting hot back here."

"The air is on full," Alex said, and I indeed wasn't overly hot, except down below. This time his words were definitely implied innuendo. My son was flirting with me.

"I think it's Mom's body on mine," Cory said, as he again flicked his cock directly against my pussy... the intent now definitely clear. His words also had two very different meanings.

After another minute, Cory asked, "Can you turn the radio up?"

"If I do, I won't be able to talk with you, I barely can hear you now," Alex responded.

"That's okay," Cory said, "we'll let you drive and rock out to your eighties tunes."

"It's the eye of the tiger," my husband sang, as he turned up the radio to the Survivor tune.

Cory was on his phone. Suddenly my phone vibrated.

It was in my purse, so I reached down and in doing so I ground my pussy on my son's very hard cock. I couldn't deny it... I was incredibly aroused.

I grabbed my phone and moved back again, unable to not grind my very wet pussy on him again and saw the text was my son.

Perplexed, I clicked on it.

Why are you not wearing panties?

I gasped again. Although this time the music was too loud for my husband to hear it.

I didn't know what to say.

A second message followed.

Why are you so wet?

I still didn't know what to say.

I was paralyzed with indecision. Obviously, I should stop this inappropriate talk in its tracks. Yet, I was incredibly horny and was not thinking like a mother or a wife but as a wanton woman.

As I stared at my phone, shocked by my son's brazen words, and yet equally turned on, I was startled as I felt Cory's hands on my hips as he lifted me up.

I leaned up slightly on the driver's seat, bumping my husband's chair.

Alex looked back and I said, trying to act casual even as my mind was mush, "Sorry, just changing positions."

"Sorry about this," he apologized.

"It is what it is," I replied, as I felt my son's hands on my hips as he lowered me back down on his lap and...onto his cock!

I yelped in surprise and Alex asked, as he turned down the radio, "You okay?"

"Yes, I just got poked," I weakly responded, unable to not say something naughty, an amazing pleasure coursing through me as my son's, cock, which felt bigger than my husband's, was buried in me, his hands firmly on my hips holding me in place.

"Okay," he nodded, as he turned the radio back up as another eighties tune, Bryan Adam's 'Summer of 69', began.

I just sat there; still in complete shock that my son's cock was buried deep in me.

I just sat there; the urge to ride my son's cock growing with every second it was inside me.

I just sat there; wondering what my son was going to do next.

I just sat there; secretly wishing my son would take more control.

I just sat there; worried that if my son did take control I would be unable to hide the obvious reality that we were committing i****t just inches away from my husband.

I just sat there and enjoyed the ride, every bump in the road creating a new pleasure as Cory's cock would rise up inside me. I had to use all my will power to not moan, to not alert my husband to the i****tuous adultery I was willingly committing.

Yet, I was frustrated that my son who had been so brazen to slide his cock in me, was now just sitting there reading his kindle as if his cock wasn't buried deep in his mother's box.

I just sat there for over half an hour doing nothing but allowing myself to be teased like crazy.

I had to use all my willpower to not just give in the insatiable hunger to ride my son's cock.

I had to use all my willpower to not moan on every bump on the highway, especially when Alex occasionally hit the warning bumps making my body tremble and my pussy quake.

I had to use all my willpower to not grind on his cock to get myself off, the teasing of a cock in me and not doing anything driving me nuts.

Alex startled me, my head clouded, when he announced, "Twelve miles to the next stop."

This seemed to make my son finally take control. He began to slowly lift me up and down on his cock.

I clenched my teeth to make sure I didn't moan as a mixture of emotions went through me.

Excitement at my son finally taking control.

Humiliation at the fact I was excited he was taking control.

Pleasure as the slow fucking coursed through every pore of my being.

Frustration that he wasn't fucking me hard like I liked it, yet knowing there was no way that was a good idea.

Guilt as I was allowing my son to fuck me. Theoretically, when his cock was lodged in me I hadn't let him fuck me. I had only allowed him to penetrate me. I know it was a technicality, but it was all I had left to grasp to... And now that was gone.

My son let go of my hips, giving the decision to me.

This was my chance to stop this. To lift my body up and allow his cock to slip out of my very wet pussy. To take control of this bizarre situation.

And I did take control. Although not as a mother, but as a horny slut.

I continued the slow motion riding that my son had been controlling.

Suddenly, it wasn't my son forcing me to ride him, it was me willingly riding him... although slowly, which only compounded my frustration as I knew I would never get off like this.

I needed to bounce on his cock hard.

I needed to ride it fast.

I needed it slamming into me. I didn't make love, I fucked.

Yet, I couldn't do any of those without giving away completely the shocking truth of what we were doing.

Suddenly my phone, which I had put on vibrate, buzzed in my hand.

I looked at it.

Fuck, I love you, Mommy.

Reading those five words... reading the most sweet, endearing term for being a mother... and I was a mess.

I couldn't deny that I felt something so powerful as his cock slowly filled me, as I stared at those words.

I loved him too.

And this... this... whatever this was... only enhanced my love for him.

I convinced myself that this wasn't wrong!

How could something wrong feel so right?

I was making my son happy, which is the goal of every mother... every Mommy.

I struggled to text him too.

I love you too, son.

Another text.

I'm going to come in you Mommy.

Another text:

Just ride me a bit faster, Mommy.

Another text:

Please, Mommy!

I wanted to make him happy.

I wanted to get him off.

I wanted to feel his cum shoot inside my pussy.

So....

I began riding him faster, grabbing the back of my husband's seat slyly for support.

I didn't bounce on his cock like I desperately wanted to do, but I did move faster and did my expert move that always got my husband off, as I tightened my cunt muscles around his stiff dick.

And as it worked for my husband, it worked for my son... like father, like son, as I felt his cum suddenly fill my cunt.

I let out an uncontrollable moan, made worse by the fact that my head was leaning on the side of the chair just inches from my husband.

"You okay?" Alex asked again.

"Just really need to pee," I replied, as my son continued spewing inside me and I milked him for all I could.

"A couple of minutes," he promised.

"Okay," I replied, leaning up, before adding the double entendre, "much longer and I may explode."

"I'm doing the best I can," he said, knowing from years of travelling that when I say I have to pee... I have to pee.

My son began bucking his ass up, fucking me now, making me tremble and gasp, "Oh, God."

"The car stop is in two miles," Alex said, pointing to a sign.

"So close," I replied, again a double meaning to my words, as I desperately tried to come without screaming and before we reached the car stop.

Cory kept pumping his cock, not super-fast, or enough to make slapping sounds, but enough to have my orgasm building.

I could feel the rush rising in me, knowing the inevitable eruption was close, when I saw the one mile sign.

Urgency overwhelming me, I had to have an orgasm, I moved away from my husband, leaned back and began riding my son's cock, while moving my hand to my clit.

I was thankful the music was too loud for my husband to hear the sounds of sex behind him as I bounced on Cory's cock, desperate to orgasm.

I could see the car stop in the distance, closed my eyes and rode and rubbed... and erupted.

"God," I moaned loudly, holding onto the word long enough that I assumed my husband would know I was coming right behind him as I was unable to not open my mouth as my orgasm hit me like a thunderstorm, my cum gushing out of me and onto my son's cock and lap as I again grabbed the driver's seat and pulled up, my son's cock finally exiting my overheated pussy.

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning washed full of guilt.

I had willingly fucked my son in the backseat of the car while my husband drove.

I had snuck out of our hotel room while my husband slept and went into my son's room to fuck him again.

With guilt controlling me, and a tingle in my pussy at reminiscing about yesterday and last night, I climbed under the sheets and took Alex's cock in my mouth. I had only woken him up like this once before, the day after our wedding, and he had joked for years since (decades actually) that I wake him up properly.

Feeling his completely flaccid cock slowly grow in my mouth was always a turn-on... I loved the power of making a cock get hard with my mouth.

I heard soft whimpers and wondered if he was having a sex dream or was waking up.

After a couple of minutes, he groaned, "Oh my, Sarah, what's gotten into you?"

The true answer was 'Your son's big dick', but that didn't seem like the right answer to give, so I purred, "Just hungry for a morning snack."

"I'm not complaining," he groaned, as I slowly bobbed up and down as his cock became fully erect in my mouth.

As was always the case when we had morning sex, which was rare, he didn't last long quickly spewing in my mouth. I swallowed the entire load and asked, "Wanna join me in the shower?"

"Sure," he nodded, with a big smile on his face.

He returned the favour in the shower, using the removable shower head.

We met Cory downstairs for breakfast and the moment I saw him I already knew I was going to fuck him again. I couldn't explain it other than undeniable lust. The sex yesterday had been exhilarating whether in the backseat with the potential of getting caught or in the hotel with the intense sex of having my son take control of me.

I had no idea what he had in mind for me today... but my pussy was already wet with anticipation, the thong I was wearing, likely temporarily, was already damp.

Alex asked, as we ate, "You sure you guys can do another day squeezed back there together?"

I responded, "It is a little tight," which could be taken as I meant it, just a true statement, or as sexual innuendo as Cory took it.

"True, but the longer we go the looser it gets," he quipped, making me instantly blush.

"That is true," I laughed, trying to hide the blush.

"Well, we are over one-third there," Alex said, excited to end the trip and spend some quality one-on-one time with his suddenly amorous wife.

We were on the road in ten minutes, me again on my son's lap, when he texted me:

C: Thigh highs again?

I responded back:

M: Easy access for your big dick.

He responded:

C: No regrets?

I texted back:

M: Not doing it sooner.

I felt like a high schooler again... waiting for my boyfriend to make the inevitable move.

A chill went up my spine as I felt his hands on my hips.

A chill went up my spine when he lifted me up.

I glanced at my husband, who was focused on the road and the down pouring of rain.

I felt him pull my thong aside and slowly lower me on his fully erect cock.

He texted me, once I was sitting entirely on his dick:

C: Let's just sit like this for a while.

I nodded.

And for the next hour I sat on my son's cock. I wanted to ride on it, or grind on it, yet I just sat on it. I tried to read a book, but that was useless. Instead, I just let the longest tease of my life drive me wild.

When the rain finally stopped, Alex said, "How you guys doing back there?"

"Just making the most out of a tight spot," my son quipped.

"Yes, it seems even a bit tighter back here than it was yesterday," I said back.

"Should we stop?" Alex asked. "There is a truck stop in about fifteen minutes."

"No, we should try to make it until at least lunch," I said, hoping to have an orgasm or two before then.

"Yes, I can last as long as necessary, Dad," Cory added.

I was worried that meant he wasn't planning to fuck me during this long, dreary drive. I added, really talking only to my son, referring to blue balls, "Don't last too long. You'll go all numb."

"Oh, I have incredible stamina," Cory responded back.

"Okay, well, let me know if you need a break," Alex said, just as it started to downpour again.

"Sounds good, honey," I agreed, before adding, being the nagging driver wife, I usually was when I was in the front seat, "Focus on the road."

"Nothing else to do," he said.

I began slowly grinding on my son's cock.

I was surprised when he grabbed my hips and held me in place.

I grabbed my phone and texted him:

M: Why? Mommy needs it now!!!

He moved one hand away and then showed me his phone:

C: All good things CUM to those who wait... and obey!

I sighed. I was horny as hell and wanted it now!

Yet, instead, I again just sat there like a firefighter with a hose but no water.

Another half hour passed, although it seemed like three, before Cory put his hands back on my hips.

I thought to myself 'About time'.

I prepared myself for him to start slowly fucking me, but was surprised again as I felt his finger probe my asshole.

'He isn't seriously thinking of fucking my ass?' I thought to myself. Although I hadn't had anal sex since college, Alex actually rejecting me when I offered him my backdoor during the third day of our honeymoon in Niagara Falls, I did fuck myself in the ass on occasion when home alone... my favourite way to get off being to double penetrate myself... usually fantasizing about being dp'd in real life... a fantasy that I had never fulfilled.

I tried to relax and allow his finger in, having had my much bigger vibrating butt plug in there just last week. Yet, without lube and at this angle it was not going to be as pleasant.

His finger teased for a couple of minutes, but didn't enter, before he lowered me back on his throbbing cock.

He then texted me, as my pussy was again full:

C: Put your phone on mute.

I did.

He texted again and we started a lengthy texting conversation:

C: Have you ever been fucked in the ass?

I pondered whether I should tell the truth. I figured no reason to be prudish or conservative now.

I responded:

M: Not since college.

M: With a real cock anyway!

C: Dad doesn't fuck your sweet ass?

M: Your father thinks it's disgusting.

C: I don't know how we have the same DNA!

M: I'm beginning to wonder if you were not switched at birth.

M: LOL.

C: So when was the last time you had something in that fine ass of yours?

M: Last week.

C: Details.

M: It was awesome!

C: Don't make me spank you.

M: Is that supposed to be a threat.

Alex didn't spank me either, another thing I really liked back in college. What I really loved was slaps on my clit when I was close, another thing I did to myself when home alone and using my toys on my two holes.

C: Oh, Mom, to have only known this earlier.

Wanting to text nasty... to keep him hard and hopefully get him wanting me to ride him, I asked blunt naughty questions.

M: Why, would you bend me over the kitchen table and slam that sausage in my asshole?

M: Or put me over your knee and spank my bare bottom for being such a bad Mommy-slut and not offering my cock sucking mouth, burning hot cunt and tight asshole for my son to deposit his sweet cum inside?

C: Holy shit, Mom. I would love to hear those words actually coming out of your mouth.

M: And I'd love that cock of yours slamming in my shit hole as you fucked me so hard I declared to the entire world my son was a dirty Mother-fucker.

C: Ride me, slut, but keep texting me.

The words I had been dying to hear... or read. I quickly obeyed, moving my one hand on the top of my husband's seat, while keeping my phone in the other. I slowly began moving up and down, glancing up to see the rain was coming down even harder now. There was no way Alex would be paying attention at all to what was happening directly behind him.

C: Nice and slow, Mom.

M: God, I just want you to bend me over and take control of me right here!

C: You're such a slut, Mom.

M: Your slut, baby.

C: Forever!!!

Reading that word.

One simple word.

I realized that this could be more than a 3 day backseat stand... it could be so much more.

M: You want to fuck Mommy for more than just during this road trip?

C: Mom, I own you now. I plan to have you come visit often and shoot so many loads of cum in you that you will be cum-bloated.

M: No such thing as too much cum.

C: Is that a challenge?

M: A fact!

C: You have experience with this?

M: More fantasy than reality.

C: So what is your fantasy?

I pondered this. I could probably list a dozen. I want to be with a woman. I want to be double penetrated by two cocks. I would like to be the centerpiece of a gangbang or a train.

M: I have quite a few.

M: U?

C: Tell me.

I continued slowly riding my son, as I listed just some of my fantasies.

M: I would like to be with a woman.

M: I would like to be double penetrated.

M: I would like to be gangbanged.

M: I would like to go to a glory hole and suck cock after cock.

M: I would like to be triple-penetrated.

M: I would like to be with a she-male.

C: A she-male.

M: A cock and tits... that is the best of both worlds.

C: LOL.

My pussy was on fire as I listed my many naughty fantasies to my son. I wanted to come... no, I needed to come.

M: Do you want to watch Mommy eat cunt?

M: Get double penetrated?

M: Gangbanged?

M: Fisted?

M: Have a cum bath?

C: Oh God, so hot.

He grabbed my hips and began pumping furiously into my wanton cunt. Knowing he was close to coming, I decided to keep texting nasty.

M: Do you want to fuck Mommy's ass?

M: Pound the living shit out of Mommy.

M: Ream her butt.

M: Cleanse my asshole with your full load of cum.

I felt his cum erupt inside me as my own orgasm built.

He pulled me back onto his cock and held me there, preventing my orgasm from erupting.

C: No coming for you yet, Mommy.

I was completely frustrated. I was so close and desperate to come.

M: Please!!!

C: No! Mommy-pets only come when they get permission.

M: I'll do anything.

C: Anything???

M: Mommy is your complete obedient cum slut, baby.

C: Anything has a pretty wide scope.

M: Yes, baby it does.

C: You'd eat cunt for me?

M: YES!!!

C: You'd fuck me and a buddy simultaneously?

The idea of fucking him and his good friend Calvin immediately popped into my head. Somehow years of fantasies, of reading online literotica and watching porn wasn't enough. I wanted to live out my many slutty fantasies... I wanted to be the star of my own porno.

M: YES, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

C: What about coming to my frat house, if I join one, and being a cum bucket for the entire fraternity?

M: OH MY GOD!!! I might come just by sitting here.


M: Does my son want me to be gangbanged?

C: I'm asking the questions here. But yes, helping make your fantasies come true would be both a major turn-on and gratifying as well.

So desperate to come... so desperate to impress him... so in love with him as both a son and a lover... I used a word that would forever change our relationship.

M: I will obey whatever you order me to do, Master.

C: MASTER!!! I like that.

M: I mean it, Master. I will obey you without hesitation or limitations.

C: What about Dad? Would you scream 'Your son is reaming my asshole?'

Aye! The rub. I was so overwhelmed with lust that I briefly forgot I was not only married, but my loving husband was inches away. Guilt immediately came back, which was ironic considering all I had already done.

M:???

M: I love your father.

M: And I love you.

C: I love him too.

C: But, this is real.

Real....

Was it?

It was raw.

It was intense.

It was taboo.

But... was I willing to end my marriage to be with my son?

Reality came crashing in hard.

As I pondered this reality, Alex spoke for the first time in a long time, "Pulling over in three miles. I need to pee, we need gas and we should likely have lunch."

With my orgasm suppressed by a sudden guilt, I agreed, "I could pee and eat too."

Cory added, "Me three."

I remained on his cock until Alex was pulling off the highway. I slowly got off his cock and felt his cum and my wetness leak out of me and down my leg.

As I smelled my sex, strong and undeniable, I was thankful for my husband's anosmia... his inability to perceive odor (which was caused by chronic meningitis as a teenager).

I moved my thong back over my leaking pussy and moved to my son's right leg.

He texted me:

C: We will continue this conversation later.

C: PS: I plan to plug that ass sometime today.

We didn't say anything, as we both contemplated the one flaw with this intense sex... my husband and his dad.

I love Alex. He is a good man. A caring husband and a great provider.

Yet, he had never really been able to understand my sexual desires or even attempt to fulfill them. For years I had just accepted that this was the way it was. Yet, yesterday's raw carnal sex had awakened the sleeping slut in me, and I had no intention of putting it back to slumber.

I decided to text back, willing to risk everything for more of that sexual intensity, my cunt and ass overruling my moral code... or what was left of it.

M: You better. My asshole is tingling with anticipation for that big thick cock of yours.

C: You better find some lube. I'm reaming that asshole first chance I get.

As the car pulled into a rather large parking lot with a few restaurants, gas stations and more, I pondered if we could somehow slip away to a bathroom that was inconspicuous.

And where the hell would I get lube?

As soon as the car stopped, I got out. I looked around not for a bathroom, even though I had to pee, not for a restaurant, even though I was hungry, but for a place that would sell anal lube... which seemed unlikely.

Alex said, "Let's eat first."

"Well, let's go to the washroom first," I countered.

"Okay," he nodded. "Then let's meet at the family restaurant. I need to have some real food."

"Sounds good," I nodded.

I headed to the bathroom. I was sitting on the stall peeing when I got a text.

C: I just googled anal lube alternatives and apparently coconut oil is one that works well.

I figured that was slightly easier to find, but not a lot. I quipped back:

M: Shoot, I just used the last of it this morning.

C: I'm going on the prowl for coconut oil or lube.

M: Happy hunting!

M: Master!

I finished peeing and went to meet my husband.

He asked, "Where is Cory?"

"I thought he was with you," I lied.

"I should text him," he said.

"Oh, let him be. He is capable of fending for himself," I said.

"True enough," he nodded. "Plus, that will give us some alone time."

"I'm not sucking you off in the restaurant," I quipped, before adding, "although if you can find a discreet location I wouldn't mind a quickie."

"You are suddenly insatiable," he said, shaking his head.

"That sounds like a great name for a porn movie," I joked, as he found an open table.

We had lunch and chatted about our brief road trip while we waited for our condo to be ready.

We were just finishing up, when Cory texted:

C: Circle C family bathroom now!

"Is it Cory?" Alex asked.

"Yes," I nodded. "He needs some money. Apparently where he is eating doesn't take credit cards."

"Oh, I can go and help him," Alex said.

"No, no," I said, trying not to look too eager. "You pay the bill here, get some snacks for the drive... I want some licorice, and fuel up the vehicle."

"Yes, drill sergeant," he joked, always teasing me about my planned itinerary.

"You better be ready to be a full time drill sergeant once we drop Cory off tomorrow," I quipped back, before I kissed him and walked away.

I texted:

M: On my way, Master.

C: Hurry up slut,

C: Time for your butt!

I laughed at his terrible rhyme and tried my own as I saw the Circle C a couple of buildings down.

M: You're no Eminem.

M: But you can have my back end.

C: Okay, that was better, LOL

C: Now hurry up!!!

I walked double fast, almost running... knowing time was of the essence.

Reaching the bathroom, it was locked. I knocked.

The door opened and I quickly went inside before it closed again.

"Bend over the sink," Cory ordered, taking control quickly.

"Yes, Master," I purred, turned on by both his strong persona and what we were apparently about to do.

Once I was bent over, I saw lube in his hand. I asked, "You found lube?"

"Believe it or not, yes," he nodded, as he tugged my thong down, and poured some on his cock and then down my ass cheeks.

A chill of adrenaline coursed through me at the reality I was about to be ass fucked. I had fantasized about it for years, tried to replicate it for years, yet nothing beats the real thing.

I felt his cock rub up and down my ass cheeks and then felt his cock teasing my asshole.

I moaned, "Just slide it in, baby. My ass was made for your cock."

He laughed, "Who would have thought I would ever hear those words from you two days ago?"

"Yesterday morning evennnnnn," I pointed out, as his cock broke the invisible barrier that prevented such outside violations.

"So tight," he groaned, as his cock moved inside me, slow like a turtle.

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Chapter 3

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If Cory is texting it will have a C: and be underlined.

If it is from the mom it will have an M: and be in bold and centered.

Horny submissive MILF slut looking to be DP'd.

Submissive three hole cum slut wants to make her double penetration fantasy come true.

Her young Master is looking for one or two men with big cocks who are willing to DP her or even make her AIR TIGHT.

Please send face and cock pictures as we are selective and want to make this special. This is a one night only offer. The bigger you are the more likely we will respond.

Please be serious as this cum slut wants to make a decades long fantasy a reality... TONIGHT!!

This will take place at a hotel and not until after 11 o'clock.

I read it a dozen times.

I couldn't believe Cory would do this.

I also couldn't believe the rush that went up my spine at the possibility of getting double penetrated and just used like a cheap slut.

As I finally stood up, unsure how to deal with this new situation, I got another text.

C: I got a dozen responses so far.

C: Would you like to try a black cock?

C: Ten inches!

C: And thick!

Oh my God!! I could complete two fantasies at once. I had always wanted to fuck a black man. I often read race play stories online and my favourite porn to watch was interracial.

C: Here is his picture!!

I clicked on it and my mouth instantly watered.

Fuck!

Somehow fucking my son seemed less like cheating... I know, it's absurd, but true.

This would definitely be cheating.

As I contemplated the big black cock, I went and washed up and looked at myself in the mirror.

What was I becoming?

And why couldn't I resist being such a slut?

Yet, even though I knew I shouldn't... I texted my son:

M: BOOK HIM!!

...

...

...

NOW... BACKSEAT MOMMY:

As soon as I sent the text, I regretted it.

As a wife I knew this was so wrong. And I loved my husband. Yet, he didn't understand my sexual needs and I had spent decades not being my true sexual self, never being truly satisfied.

I began to wonder if love was enough. Was I really going to spend the rest of my life faking orgasms, and being completely unsatisfied with my sex life?

Cory had awakened a sleeping giant and there was no way it was going back to slumber. These thoughts, as my body calmed from the sex, had me really reflecting on the rest of my life. A life that was already planned and laid out in front of me... one that before a couple of days ago I was completely content with... excited even.

But now... now it wasn't good enough. It really was that black and white.

I knew this passionate, raw sex was not only what I wanted, but what I needed.

I needed to fulfill the many fantasies I had. Yet, I needed to be honest with my husband... as he deserved better than having his wife sneak out and become a cheap slut for strangers... of course, he also deserved better than a wife that was committing i****t right behind him.

Yet, you only live once... and apparently I was packing all my sexual living into a three day road trip and thus the conversation with my husband would have to wait until we were alone.

I would have years to regret what I did.

Or years to regret what I didn't do.

Yet, I knew it was the regrets you didn't do that always haunted you... like in The Notebook.

So, even though I knew it was wrong, knew it could even end my marriage, I didn't rescind my decision and text my son back, no, I decided to ponder it a bit longer. Would I go through with an orgy? I didn't know. The orgasm done, suddenly I wasn't so excited about it. Yet, I also wasn't appalled by it. Mentally I was as big a mess as my body.

Confused and indecisive, I went and grabbed a nice cold coke, suddenly realizing how parched I was.

I expectantly felt arms wrap around me and whispered all flirtatiously, assuming it was Cory, "You just can't get enough, can you?"

Thankfully, I didn't say Cory or anything else that would give me away as my husband replied, "No, I never can."

"Such a horny man," I purred, turning around and wishing he showed this much interest in the past.

"It's your radiant beauty that does it," he answered, sweet as always. He was a romantic man, a thoughtful man... he just wasn't a fuck me like a complete slut type of man.

It made me feel bad again, yet not enough to stop doing what I was doing. Deciding to test him, give him an opportunity I hadn't in years, I asked, "Enough to take me in the bathroom here, bend me over the sink and fuck me?"

His face went red as he stammered, "Um, I, well..."

I interrupted as I added, "In the ass?"

"Sarah!" he gasped.

"With Cory gone now, I'm expecting you to fulfill some of your manly duties that you haven't been fulfilling," I continued, figuring maybe this taboo sex with my son could maybe rekindle my sex life with my husband, maybe save a marriage I wasn't sure could be saved.

"Sarah, I, um, what's gotten into you?" he asked, whispering so others nearby couldn't hear.

"Not enough of your cock," I smiled back, squeezing his cock firmly. It was hard. "Especially in my tight, neglected butt."

Before he could respond, clearly flustered, I left him and went to pay for my pop and a bag of chips.

I turned around and saw that Alex was still looking at me with shock.

I purchased my items and asked, "Are we going?"

He nodded, still regaining his composure, "Yeah, yeah, I guess we'd better."

Back in the car, we drove the next couple of hours without any sex. We both fell asleep, exhausted from the marathon sex. When I woke up, I noticed Cory on his phone and instantly wondered if there had been more responses since I hadn't told him it was a bad idea.

I texted:

M: Any more responses?

C: Over a hundred.

Trying to be playful, I made a joke.

M: Wow, that would be quite the gangbang!!

C: Is that what you want???

Oh shit! I was just k**ding. What did I really want? I definitely wanted to be double penetrated. I also was curious what air tight meant. I would have to ask him. I also was intrigued by the black cock picture he sent me. Yet, a gangbang was an entirely different thing... or was it? Funny, how I'd had a little time to recover and I was again thinking of getting dp'd or more by strangers. I really was becoming a slut. Oddly, I was revelling in it. Years of domesticated housewifery had mellowed me and now I was trying to rediscover my true sexuality.

M: I probably wouldn't refuse such a thing.

C: It's your night, Mom. What do you want?

There it was. Completely in my hands. I contemplated this for a few minutes. If I was going to continue cheating, I may as well go all in.

I hadn't yet answered when Cory added:

C: Want to read the responses?

He handed me his phone and I couldn't believe how many were there.

I clicked on the newest one:

19 year old college student. Eight inch cock. Would love to fuck that ass of yours.

Although I liked his age... I wanted studs who were energizer bunnies and could quickly reload. I somehow wanted someone who put a little more thought into their responses.

I clicked on a few that were generic 'What's Up?' or 'Found anyone yet?' or 'Here's my dick'.

I wanted to be impressed and oddly wooed by my Craigslist potentials. I know, ironic considering I was contemplating getting double penetrated or more.

I then quickly typed on his notepad, recalling an early term I didn't know:

M: What is airtight?

I showed it to him and he grabbed his phone and typed. When he was done, he handed it back to me.

C: Airtight is when all three of your holes are filled completely thus AIRTIGHT!

I nodded. That made complete sense and, as usual of late, turned me on completely.

Eventually, I handed Cory his phone back with one final text, deciding fuck it I was going all in:

M: Get a few big cocks for me, baby.

We drove in relative silence as I pondered what I was becoming.

I had willingly cheated on my husband... with our son... in the backseat of our car.

I was willingly agreeing to now cheat on my husband... with strangers... in a hotel room.

I sighed. The longer I thought about it, the more I began to question my decision. Not so much fucking Cory; no, I wouldn't take that back and would do it again the moment he was ready. I was definitely a slut for my son now and forever. But, fucking strangers?

Alex asked, "You guys want to go for a nice supper when we stop?"

"Sure," I agreed, needing time with my husband, needing to maintain the appearance of a good wife.

"Yeah, I could use a nice meal," Cory added, as he moved his hands around my waist and to my pussy.

"You're always hungry," I joked, the message having two very separate meanings.

"I'm a growing young man," he said, as his cock flinched under my ass, his response having two very separate meanings too.

Alex agreed, "Yeah, our grocery bill will be a lot cheaper with you out of the house."

Cory agreed, his finger slowly tracing my pussy lips, "Yeah, I will definitely miss the home cooking."

I almost erupted with laughter at his nasty innuendo.

"Well, there will always be home cooking when you come home to visit," Alex said.

I bit my lip to avoid laughing at what Alex was offering his son unknowingly.

"Yeah, I plan to eat a lot of home cooking when I come to visit," Cory said.

I added, "Well, I will have to come and visit you on occasion to bring you some fresh meals."

"I would love that," Cory said, his finger now parting my again wet pussy lips.

Alex said, "I imagine cafeteria food won't be as good."

"Nothing tastes like Mom's," Cory responded, my face burning red because of his finger and the surreal conversation that was occurring.

An 80's song came on that I didn't recognize, but Alex did as he started singing and the conversation ended.

Cory used the song distraction to lift my ass up and slowly lower my pussy onto his cock.

I moaned softly, "Sick of my ass already?"

He laughed, "Just want to make sure all three of your holes get the proper attention they deserve."

I laughed, "That is very thoughtful of you."

And for the next while, I just sat there with his cock buried deep inside my pussy. I didn't need to ride it. I didn't need him to fuck me. I was content just having him in me.

"Half an hour," Alex announced.

"Good, because I'm famished," I said, my stomach telling me I needed more than just cum to keep it satisfied.

"Me too," Cory added, "all this sitting back here is burning a lot of calories."

Alex laughed, "Yeah, you're not used to just sitting there are you?"

Cory concurred, "No, I'm missing my workouts."

"Well, maybe back at the hotel you can go for one," Alex suggested.

"I definitely should," Cory agreed, as he tapped my clit.

I took that as meaning to start riding him. Instead of riding though, I began to grind my pussy on his cock, moving my hips back and forth... wanting to slowly milk his cock.

"I could use a work out too," I added. "Sitting here these past two days has made me kind of stiff." I smirked at the accidental usage of the word stiff.

"I'm stiff right now," Cory bantered.

"Maybe a nice soaking in a hot tub would do us all good," Alex suggested.

"For sure," I agreed, adding, "it would definitely loosen me up a bit."

"I imagine you're pretty tight being stuck back here," Alex added.

I could barely not roar with laughter, as I continued grinding on his cock, slowly creating pleasure inside me.

Cory began rubbing my clit, shifting my body to focusing on pleasure and not idle chit chat.

I began grinding faster and yet another orgasm was quickly on the rise.

Suddenly, as my orgasm grew, Cory stopped rubbing my clit and held my hips in place. He whispered, "To be continued."

I looked back at him and mouthed, "Are you serious?"

He shrugged, and went onto his phone.

I began riding him, wanting to get off, but he just grabbed my hips and put me back on his lap. I texted:

M: What the fuck???

He texted back:

C: All good things CUM to those who wait.

I sighed dramatically, just as Alex said, "We're here."

"Good," I said. "My ass is killing me."

"I bet it is," Alex agreed, sounding sympathetic... more oblivious responses to my true meaning. Keeping him in the dark was a major turn-on, but a small part of me did feel really bad.

Yet, that part was overruled by the dominance of my son.

I slyly got off his cock, and out of the car, as soon as Alex pulled into a parking spot.

Alex laughed, "You must really need to stretch."

I agreed, even as wetness leaked down my leg, "I can't handle sitting in the same position for too long."

Cory walked by and whispered, "Good to know."

As Alex checked us in, we learned that there was only one room left, apparently a rodeo was in town. We took it and I wondered how I was going to get Cory in me again or how the gangbang was even going to work. I then shook my head at the thought. What was becoming of me?

We got into our hotel and then headed straight for dinner, all of us famished.

At dinner, we talked mostly about Cory's new life at college and the new adventures it would bring. The entire time I was sad. I would have been sad regardless of the past two days... but the sadness of empty nest syndrome was replaced by the sadness of empty ass and cunt syndrome. Absurd, but true.

As dinner ended, Cory said, "Dad, can I take the car to go shopping?"

"Sure," Alex nodded. "Your mother and I will go use the hot tub."

"TMI!" Cory joked.

I added, "Yes, honey, Mommy and Daddy are going to have sex in the hot tub while you're gone."

"Sarah!" Alex gasped, not used to the more frank and sexual me.

Cory laughed, "It's okay Dad, I know you two have sex."

Alex shook his head, handing Cory the keys and said, "Please get the car filled too."

"Sure, Dad," Cory nodded, taking the keys.

Once he was gone, I said, putting my hand on my husband's crotch, trying to use my son's reawakening of my sexuality to improve, maybe save, my marriage, "So about the hot tub?"

Alex said, "I could use a soak."

"I could use a cock in me," I whispered back, rubbing his dick.

"Honey," he groaned.

"Let's go," I said.

"Okay," he agreed.

I led him to the hotel room and immediately dropped to my knees, pulled down his pants and took his cock in my mouth.

He groaned, "I thought we were going to the hot tub."

I sucked for a few seconds, before standing up and smiling, "We are."

"I'm not complaining," he said, as he got undressed, "but I have to ask, what's with the sudden, um..."

"Backseat claustrophobia seems to really get me horny," I answered the question not asked.

He laughed. "Well, I should make you sit back there every day."

"Are you trying to make me a sex maniac?" I joked, knowing I already was.

"There are worse things to be," he shrugged, putting his trunks on.

"Touché," I laughed.

We went to the pool and I was disappointed to see lots of people there... way too many to have some hot tub sex.

I whispered, "Think we can fuck here?"

"Not without having lots of witnesses," he said.

"If it wasn't for the k**s I would so straddle you in the hot tub," I said, before walking away and going to the hot tub.

We had a twenty minute soak, chatting with another couple about great places to visit before heading back to the hotel room.

Once inside, I pushed Alex onto the bed and said, "It's no hot tub, but it'll do."

"What about Cory?" Alex asked.

"I'll text him and make sure he is still busy," I said.

I texted him:

M: Where are you?

He texted back:

C: Buying you something special for tomorrow's ride.

I texted him back:

M: You bad Mommy-fucker! How long until you are back?

C: Fifteen minutes. Don't you dare fuck Dad!! Tonight you're my slut!!

Those strong words turned me on... wishing Alex was that dominant and aggressive.

I responded, even though I wasn't sure how he planned to fuck me with us sharing one room:

M: Yes, Master!

I sighed, "Sorry, honey, Cory is already on his way back."

"Shit," he sighed.

I shrugged, thinking he didn't say anything about oral, "Probably enough time to give you an old fashioned blow job."

"You sure?" he asked.

"I want my dessert," I shrugged, tugging his trunks down and taking his cock back in my mouth.

"Oh God," he groaned, as I bobbed hungrily.

As I expected, he didn't last long, not even two minutes, before he warned, "I'm going to come."

I kept bobbing, swallowing it all, before I sat up and said, "Yummy."

"For your tummy," he joked, a saying we used on Cory when he was a c***d.

I rubbed my tummy and laughed, "Indeed."

I showered and came out to see Alex and Cory chatting while watching sports highlights.

I said, "Your turn, Alex."

"I think I'm going to have a bath," Alex said.

"Sure," I nodded.

Once Alex was gone and I heard the water running, I asked, "Soooooooo, what did you get me?"

"That is a surprise for tomorrow," Cory said with a smile.

"You know I hate surprises," I said.

"You have seemed to enjoy all my surprises so far," he shrugged, as he walked over to me.

"True enough," I nodded.

"Bend over," he ordered.

"You want to fuck me with your father in the next room?" I asked, in nothing but a robe.

"Better question is do you want me to fuck you with your husband in the next room?" he questioned, cupping my tits over my robe.

"You're so bad," I moaned, completely at his whim.

I used a wall for balance and bent over.

Cory moved behind me and quickly slid his cock in me. He fucked me quickly for maybe fifteen seconds before we heard the sudden opening of the bathroom door.

Cory just moved away just in time and turned away to put his cock away as Alex came out and said, oblivious to what he had interrupted, "I forgot my razor and shaving cream."

I said, my heart racing with almost getting caught, "It's in the suitcase."

He went to grab it while Cory said, "I'm going to go and take Mom for a drive."

"Oh, where?" Alex asked, as he rummaged through the suitcase.

I walked over to him and said, as I grabbed the travel bag he couldn't find, "You really do have man eyes."

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Chapter 4


swallowed one more load at the glory hole, rather quickly. Thankfully most men have quick triggers. Cory and I then headed out of the glory hole and back to the car... my face coated with cum. Not surprisingly, the thought of having cum all over my face only added to the wildness.

Cory drove to a gas station, realizing he had forgotten to get gas earlier. He had me go and pay with my face coated with the now dried cum. The attendant, a teenage boy, gave me a strange look, but didn't say anything.

Wanting to shock him, I said, "Oh shit, do I still have cum all over my face?"

He nodded all polite even as the look of revelation crossed his face, "Yes, ma'am."

"Damn gloryholes really don't have a place to wash up after taking a few loads," I sighed dramatically. "Where is your bathroom? I can't have my husband see me looking like a complete cum slut."

"O-o-over there, ma'am," he stammered, clearly stunned by what he was witnessing.

"Thanks, sexy," I winked and headed to the washroom to clean up, feeling so good and nasty.

As I looked in the mirror, my face a mess with dried cum, I knew I was going to have to have a frank honest talk with Alex sometime very soon. The reality was I loved him, but I just wasn't attracted to him the way I used to be, or the way I was to Cory, and it wasn't fair to be cheating on him... he deserved much better than that ... but not until after we were alone and Cory was settled in at the college.

I took a selfie of my cum coated face, somehow wanting to immortalize this moment forever, the moment I knew without a doubt my marriage was over, and I was beginning a new chapter of my life.

The idea of being alone, being single after all these years of marriage, was scary and yet I knew I had to do it.

It wasn't fair to Alex; it wasn't fair to me.

Without realizing it, we had drifted apart and wanted a different rest of our lives.

I washed up, peed and returned to the car.

Cory noticed I looked melancholy and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's over," I said.

"What is?" he asked, looking concerned.

"Not you and me," I laughed, squeezing his knee, somehow feeling better about my decision after seeing his response. "No, your father and I."

"Oh," he said, looking guilty instantly. After all the wild sex, the risk, the lust... life suddenly became real. There had to be consequences to our many acts of sexual misconduct as we couldn't live in this fairy tale land forever.

"It's not you," I said. I then reworded it. "No, it definitely is you. Regardless of what happens after we drop you off, I know I am no longer the same. I know what I want and I know your father is not the man that can give me what I need."

"I don't know what to...."

"Nothing, honey," I said. "What you did was save me years of living in a life I don't want. You woke up a part of me that I thought I could never have back. And now that it's back, I can't just push it back down to some reclusive part of my body and ignore it. No, you let my true personality out of the cage and it's not going to be tamed.

"So now what?" he asked.

"Well, after we drop you off tomorrow, I will have a long talk with your father," I said.

"You're not going to tell him about us?" he asked, suddenly worried.

"No, no," I shook my head. "But I have to admit, I don't want us to be over either."

"Me either," he said, before adding, "this has been about more than just sex, Mom."

"I hope so," I smiled.

"I'm serious," he continued. "I want you to be more than just my backseat Mom."

"Backseat Mom," I laughed. I then asked, curious and feeling slightly vulnerable, "What do you want?"

He paused as we rolled to a stop, "I want it all."

"That's a pretty vague statement," I pointed out.

"I want you to be my mom, but my lover. I want you to be my mom, but also my Mommy-slut. I want you to be my mom, and yet my three-hole fuck toy cum bucket," he said, somehow saying it all in a bizarrely sincere way.

"I want that too," I said, yet unsure how to make that happen.

Horns honked and he laughed, "Got distracted."

I reached for his cock in his pants, which was hard again, and said, "You get me distracted all the time. Plus, what do you feed this thing? It never sleeps."

"It's always awake for you," he replied, as we pulled into the hotel parking lot.

"Well, Cory," I said. "I'm not sure what will happen over the next while, but understand that I love you and that you are not to blame for whatever happens with your father and me."

"Okay," he nodded, the mood suddenly depressing, since twenty minutes earlier I had a stranger's cock in my mouth and his in both my pussy and ass.

We got out of the car and went back to our hotel room as I whispered, trying to lighten the mood, "We still have one more day of backseat fucking, baby."

He laughed, and nodded, "Well you are my Backseat Mommy."

"I do like that name," I nodded, before adding, "I also like Mommy-slut, cum bucket, ass whore, slut or whatever else you want to call me."

"And I love being a mother fucker," he said, as we reached the door of our room.

"Well, back to faking it," I joked, as I put the hotel key in the door.

To my surprise, Alex was still awake when we returned to the hotel.

Alex said, reading a book on the bed, "I was just beginning to worry about you."

"Oh, Cory was just showing me a few of the unique sights and flavours of the city," I answered, still vividly envisioning the black cock I sucked and wondering what it would be like to have it in my pussy.

"Great, I hope you enjoyed yourself," Alex said, as he closed his book.

"Oh, it was an eye opening experience," I replied, seemingly unable not to respond with sexual innuendo of the truth.

"Well, a few