Once I was entirely settled down on his lap I just sat there, loving the feeling of being full again. The first time I’d been full of anxiety and we were rushed, not to mention I was struggling with conflicting emotions. This time I was going to enjoy the ride.
First, I just ground on his cock, swaying my hips forward and back.
While I did this, Cory cupped my breasts for the first time. Yet, knowing that the dash lights might enable Alex to see me getting felt up by our son in the rear-view mirror, I moved his hands away.
Thankfully, he didn’t try again.
To my surprise, this position coupled with the slow grinding, was enough to get Cory off, as without warning, a few minutes into the slow tease, I felt my cunt walls getting coated in cum.
I was disappointed, having wanted to really enjoy the last hour of the drive. Yet a minute later when I’d finished milking his cum and began to lift myself off him, he held me in place.
I looked back questioningly and he mouthed, “Give me five.”
It was just as if he had said, ‘I love you’. Once Alex was done, he was done… needing hours to reload his weapon. And if I hadn’t come, which was almost always the case, it wasn’t an issue worthy of his attention.
But Cory, young and virile, was able not only to reload quickly, but to remain hard while doing so. Oh, how I missed my college years when everyone was younger.
So I just sat on my son’s cock while watching the boring nighttime scenery pass by, waiting impatiently for Cory to get ready for round three, but knowing he wouldn’t be satisfied until he’d given me another screaming… well okay, tonight it would be a stifled orgasm, but a powerful one all the same.
Alex asked us, “Still okay back there?”
“I was hoping for more excitement,” I answered, grinding back on Cory oh so slightly.
“Yeah, it’s been a boring drive,” my husband agreed.
“Although the scenery is lovely,” Cory said, slyly cupping my breasts again.
I slapped them away and said, “Although it’s hard to sit in one position for so long.”
“Half an hour to go,” Alex said, before adding, “give or take.”
I almost quipped, ‘hopefully give,’ as I wanted my son to give it to me, but I was able to refrain, instead replying, “Good, because I’m famished.”
“For that T-bone?” Alex asked.
“Yes,” I nodded, “a big, thick T-bone.” Again, my husband was oblivious to the naughty sexual innuendo. Cory wasn’t though, as he bucked his hips up and his cock, now nice and hard, went deeper inside me.
I yelped, like I had the first time his cock filled me.
“You okay?” Alex asked, this becoming a recurring question.
“Oh, I just keep getting poked,” I said, which was true, as Cory slyly moved his ass up and down.
“We’ll try and reorganize everything tomorrow morning,” Alex promised.
“Good idea,” I nodded, as I tried not to moan.
“There must be a way to make this work.”
Cory added, “I’m okay, Dad. I’ve gotten used to having Mom on top of me.”
OMG! I thought to myself. His words were so blunt! Yet of course Alex didn’t catch on… nor should he. Why would he think his son would be fucking his wife right behind him? His thoughts wouldn’t go there even for an instant.
“Oh, I love this song,” I said, when Starship’s ‘We Built This City’ came on, wanting the music to be turned up, wanting a distraction from the irrepressible sounds I was about to make.
My husband obliged my request and not only cranked up the volume but began singing as well.
I leaned up close and began singing along with him as I offered my pussy to my son.
Thankfully my son didn’t need to be instructed, as he began slowly fucking me.
Alex kept sharing looks with me, enjoying this revisiting of our 1980s duet singing as he sang the Mickey Thomas parts and I the Grace Slick parts, completely unaware that at this very moment his flesh and blood was fucking his wife.
And I just went with it… which made me not only a bad Mom for allowing my son to fuck me, but a bad wife as I got even more turned on, knowing I was cheating on him even though he was close enough we could have shared a kiss. Although I’m sure I couldn’t have summoned enough self-control to carry that one off without moaning right into his mouth and giving everything away.
My orgasm was rising as the song was nearing its own climax and I screamed, “Oh fuck,” when my son surprised me by sliding a finger in my ass.
“What’s wrong?” Alex asked, slowing down the car.
“Leg cramp,” I lied, falling back onto Cory’s cock completely, and his finger pulled out of me as quickly as it had entered.
“Should I stop?” Alex asked.
“No, no worries,” I said, as I began bouncing up and down on Cory’s cock, “I’ll just stretch it out.”
“Poor Cory,” Alex said, seeing my torso moving up and down as I allegedly stretched my leg, unaware of what I was really doing.
“I’m okay,” Cory said, as his hands went to my hips.
“I’m not hurting you?” I asked, trying to play along.
He laughed, “No, it’s all good.”
“Let me know if you need me to pull over for a few,” Alex offered.
“Will do,” I nodded, when oddly enough I really did get a leg cramp… fucking irony.
I reluctantly moved to the right and up, Cory’s cock sliding out of me, and I said, “Actually, we do need to pull over.”
“Okay,” Alex said, slowing down.
“Sorry, Cory, I really need to get out and stretch my leg,” I apologized.
“I could use a stretch too,” he sympathized, putting his throbbing cock away as his cum and my wetness leaked out of me.
I worried that I probably smelled of sex so I grabbed my purse and pulled out some wet naps. As soon as the car stopped, I struggled out and began stretching my leg, which was still cramped.
The men got out and they stretched too.
“Less than an hour to go,” Alex reassured us.
“I know,” I nodded, “I’ll be good once I get this cramp out.”
“No hurry,” Alex nodded, before he added, “I’m going to go take a quick piss.”
As soon as he disappeared around the other side of the car, I urgently began wiping my legs and under my skirt, not even worrying about the lone car that drove by. I needed to get rid of the smell of sex.
Cory coughed, a warning cough, and I quickly tossed away the wet naps.
Alex returned, saying, “Shit, it really was hot today.”
“Still is, burning hot,” Cory agreed.
I added, glancing to Cory, “Stifling.”
“Ready?” my husband asked, still oblivious to what Cory and I had been doing together to overheat ourselves, almost all day.
“Definitely ready,” I nodded, gazing at my son meaningfully, signaling to him that I was indeed looking forward to resuming what we’d just been doing.
“All right, next stop will be for the night,” Alex announced.
“Sounds wonderful,” I said, as Cory climbed back into the car.
Once we were all inside and back on the road, I fished out Cory’s cock as Alex hoped, “Maybe we can find a hotel with a hot tub.”
“That would be great,” I agreed, my body sore from the long day of confined space and of course furtive fucking. I got Cory’s cock out again, glad to feel it was still hard, and positioned it back at my wanton cunt.
Cory held my hips to keep me balanced as I lowered myself back onto his cock.
Once he was fully inside me, again I just sat on it, enjoying how full it made me feel. Then after a short while I began slowly grinding on him again, getting eager to get revved up again.
I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the slow build as, ironically, Billy Joel’s ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’ rang through the car. The pulsing drums felt particularly helpful.
As my orgasm began building and I needed more, I decided to try a new position, so I leaned to my right as far as I could go, lifting my ass up, which made his cock slide out of me as I gestured at him.
Cory realized what I wanted. For him to roll onto his side and fuck me that way.
He repositioned himself, my head now leaning on the boxes and in plain view of my husband if he turned to his right and looked over his shoulder… which he did.
I smiled, “New position.”
“I see,” he nodded, thinking I was in search of comfort, not in search of getting off.
“Oh,” I moaned ever so softly, as Cory’s cock slid back into me. And then to explain myself I pointed out the window and announced, “Horses.”
“Yep,” Alex nodded, as he tried to sing along with Billy Joel.