My son and husband were leaning against the car, chatting. I wondered how weird it would be if they were chatting about sex.
I joined them and asked, “Ready to go?”
“Sure,” Cory said, before adding, “ready to endure sitting on my lap for a couple more hours?”
“Ready to have your mother squishing you for a couple more hours?” I countered.
“It’s been a tight squeeze, all right,” he countered, smiling at me for the first time since our shocking act.
I laughed, trying to act casual, worrying that my husband might somehow sense the sexual tension between his wife and son, “Yes, it’s like a hot box back there.”
Cory laughed, “Yes, it’s a sure-fire weight loss program.”
Alex apologized to us both, “I’m sorry we didn’t plan this better.”
Cory joked, repeating an earlier statement I’d made, “It’s enabled some special mom and son bonding.”
“Well, get ready to bond some more then,” Alex said, “It’ll be a good two or three hours until our late supper stop.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, but also to feel mortified at the sordid bonding activities my husband was tacitly approving, especially when my eyes wandered to my son, who was gazing hungrily at me with a big smile on his face.
We were back in the car, I was back on Cory’s lap, this time perched on his right leg, leaning against the boxes.
Like the last time, he just read and ignored me for the first hour. We could have talked about anything with each other since Alex had the radio blaring again, but we didn’t.
But as I began to fidget, again feeling antsy, he asked, “Uncomfortable?”
I nodded.
He nodded, “Me too,” and promptly pulled his cock out of his shorts. “There, that’s a lot better.”
I stared at his semi-erect cock.
This was the first time I’d seen it since he was a little boy.
I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
He pointed to my pussy.
I looked back at him, confused.
He moved his hand onto my leg and reached under my dress, going directly to my wet, naked pussy.
I moaned softly, but thankfully the music covered it.
I just sat on his knee allowing my son to finger my pussy… which he did for a good five minutes… getting me all hot and riled. I was back in the zone again, and I knew I’d do whatever he wanted of me short of outing ourselves to his father.
He then pulled his finger out and stuck it directly in his mouth.
“Delicious,” he said, loud enough that my husband heard him.
“What’s delicious?” Alex asked.
“The snack Mom just shared with me,” Cory replied brazenly.
“Is there any left?” Alex asked.
“No, sorry, I ate it all,” Cory responded, as I remained silent, motionless and feeling I should be ashamed, but wasn’t.
“I could use a snack,” my oblivious husband commented, continuing our surreal conversation.
“Me too,” I added, staring at my son’s cock and licking my lips with wanton intent.
“Maybe at the next stop,” Cory suggested.
“I’m definitely stopping soon,” Alex said. “I could use a bathroom break anyway.”
“God, it’s hot back here,” Cory complained, taking his shirt off, showcasing his rock-hard abs… an attraction my husband had lost years ago.
He then took hold of my hand and guided it to his cock.
I should have resisted, but his magnetic pull was too much, and I didn’t hesitate at all.
I took his tool in my hand and stroked it, knowing that although by now it had gotten dark, my husband could still stare at me in the rear-view mirror anytime he wished… although he would only see my hungry face through the gloom.
I wished I could suck my son’s beautiful, slightly-curved cock, but that was literally impossible within the confined space.
By this time I had fully accepted, as I stroked and stared at Cory’s majestic cock, that I was willing to allow my son to fuck me again.
I wanted that cock inside me. I needed it.
I was ready to climb on top and go for a ride when Alex announced unexpectedly, “Pulling over.”
His words and the slowing car brought me back to reality like a cold shower. A reality where I was stroking my son’s cock and about to willingly ride him.
I released Cory’s cock and to my surprise he didn’t put it away as we rolled to a stop at a small-town gas station.