Alex told us, “Five-minute stop,” as he exited the car.
“Two-minute snack,” Cory said, opening the door, getting out and ordering, “suck me, Mommy.”
I gasped. I wanted to suck him but I couldn’t believe he wanted me to do it here, even though Alex had conveniently parked us in a secluded spot and the unlit parking lot was almost totally dark.
“Hurry up, Mommy,” he ordered, “we only have time for an appetizer.”
I quickly got out of the car, overwhelmed with insatiable hunger and lust, turned around, and demanded as I lowered my mouth onto his cock, “Keep watch for your father.”
“Yes, Mommy,” he groaned, as I took most of his cock in my mouth.
I bobbed quickly, remembering that the high school boys when I was young had been quick shooters.
I would have preferred to savour sucking his cock, I loved worshipping a cock, but time was of the essence. So I bobbed furiously up and down, enjoying the groans emerging from my son’s mouth.
“I’m close, Mommy,” he warned, and I bobbed even faster, making it clear he had permission to cum in his Mommy’s mouth.
Then suddenly he whispered to me, “Dad! Dad! Dad!”
I quickly stood up and saw Alex approaching with a small bag. Thank God the parking lot was so dark! He asked me, “You still have to pee, don’t you?”
“You know me,” I shrugged, as I headed into the gas station and went to the washroom.
I went pee and then looked in the mirror. What’s coming over me?
I had no answer to the question. Moments ago I’d been sucking my son in a gas station parking lot, and been seconds away from swallowing his load.
For someone who wasn’t a risk taker, I was sure breaking character. I’d ridden my son to mutual orgasms in the backseat of the car while my husband drove, I had sucked and swallowed my husband’s load on a secluded hiking trail, and just now I’d sucked my son, and it wasn’t due to any virtue of mine that he hadn’t cum in my mouth.
And Cory likely would want me to finish what I’d started once we were back on the road. And I would likely just hop right to it.
I returned to the car and both men were already seated inside. I repositioned myself once more on my son’s lap, his cock already out and looking like it was expecting some tender loving care.
I moved back to the same right leg I’d been sitting on before we stopped. I liked being able to keep an eye on both my husband and my son.
As soon as we were back on the highway, Cory pointed back to his cock and I silently reached over and began stroking it, even as my husband began a conversation with me.
“So about seventy more miles and then we can stop for dinner and a hotel,” he said.
“Sounds good,” I said and continued, again with a double meaning, “I’ll be starving by then, I may even have to gnaw on a nice juicy T-bone.”
“Me too,” Alex joined in; I had to bite my lip not to laugh.
“What about you, Cory, what are hungry for?” I asked, giving him a look that spoke volumes.
He moved his hand beneath my dress again and responded, his eyes never leaving mine, “Oh, I’m hoping for fish tonight.”
Alex wouldn’t ever eat me out, he said it was gross. So the idea of getting licked for the first time in a couple of decades, that having been done by my college roommate during a drunken night in our senior year, was very appealing.
“I thought you didn’t like fish?” Alex puzzled.
“I do like one kind,” my son answered, never taking his eyes off me.
“What kind is that?” Alex asked, oblivious to the naughty innuendo he was accidentally participating in.
I tried to change the topic, “Did you book us a hotel yet?”
Alex, never the planner, shrugged, “Nope.”
Feeling a rush of exhilaration at chatting with my husband while simultaneously stroking my son’s cock, I asked, “Shouldn’t we call ahead?”
“There’ll be space,” Alex blindly believed.
“Okay,” I shrugged, my focus on my son’s cock.
“Looking forward to living on your own, Cory?” Alex asked.
“I’ll have a roommate,” he pointed out.
“Oh, right,” Alex nodded, “are you looking forward to meeting him?”
“I guess,” Cory responded, distracted by the way my fingers were tracing around his mushroom top.
“Hopefully you’ll get along,” Alex continued, trying to keep the dying conversation going.
I crooned, “Who couldn’t love our sweet Cory?”
“Yes, I’m pretty much irresistible,” he quipped.
“Is that a good thing?” my husband questioned.
“Sometimes,” Cory answered.
We kept chatting for a few more minutes about trivialities until Alex turned the music back up.
“Need to change positions?” Cory asked.
“I think so,” I nodded, never having stopped my stroking of his cock or staring at it.
He patted his lap, as if putting the decision this time completely in my hands (pun intended as I was still stroking his cock).
I paused to steady myself then I shifted around, my back to him, having changed hands to continue grasping his cock as I straddled it. I paused again, and then lowered myself onto my baby boy’s big, hard, cunt-stretching cock. Oh my God did it feel good!
My pussy was on fire and it easily welcomed my son’s cock as it was invaded again.