Backseat Mommy

I swallowed one more load 'for the road', at the gloryhole, rather quickly. Thankfully most men have quick triggers, because I didn't want my son and I returning too late in the evening and raise my husband's suspicions. Cory and I then headed out of the gloryhole and back to the car... my face coated with c.u.m. Not surprisingly, feel of having c.u.m all over my face only added to the wildness.

Cory drove us to a gas station, realizing he'd forgotten to get gas earlier. He had me walk inside and pay with my face coated with the c.u.m, which was now dried. 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 c.u.m all over my face?"

He nodded all polite, even as a look of revelation crossed his face, "Yes, ma'am, it sure looks like it."

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

"O-o-over there, ma'am," he stammered, clearly stunned by my outrageousness.

"Thanks, s.e.xy," I winked and headed to the washroom to clean up, feeling good and nasty.

As I looked into the mirror, my face a mess with dried c.u.m, 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 now was to Cory. It wasn't fair to be cheating on him... he deserved much better than that... but not until when we were alone after Cory was settled in at his college.

I took a selfie of my c.u.m-coated face, for some reason 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, of being single after twenty years of marriage, was scary and yet I knew I had to do it.

Without our realizing it, we'd drifted apart and needed a different rest of our lives.

I washed up, peed and returned to the car.

Cory noticed my melancholy look 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, feeling better about my decision after seeing his caring response. "No, your father and me."

"Oh," he said, his concern replaced by guilt. After all the wild s.e.x, all the risk, all the l.u.s.t I'd experienced the last couple of days of living in a fantasy land with my teenage lover... life suddenly became real. Cory and I (and Alex) needed to face the consequences of our many acts of s.e.x.u.a.l misconduct: we couldn't live in this fairy tale land forever.

"It's not you," I said. I then reconsidered. "No, I'm wrong, it definitely is you. Because regardless of what happens after we drop you off, I know I'm no longer the same. I know what I want now, and I know your father is not the man who can give me what I need."

"I didn't realize that I was..."

"So now what?"

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

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

"No, no," I shook my head. "I don't want to be that mean to him. But between you and me I have to admit, I don't want us to be over either."

"Me Neither," he said, before adding, "this has been about more than just the s.e.x, 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, that's funny." I then asked, curious and feeling slightly vulnerable, "What do you want?"

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

"I want you still to be my mom, but also my lover. I want you to be my mom, but also my Mommy-s.l.u.t. I want you to be my mom, and yet my three-hole f.u.c.k toy c.u.m bucket," he said, listing my dirtiest personas in a bizarrely sincere, even a loving way.

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

A horn honked from behind and he laughed, "Got distracted."

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

"It always keeps itself 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 I want you to understand that I love you and that you are not to blame for whatever ends up happening between your father and me."

"Okay," he nodded, the mood having grown depressing, a strong contrast from twenty minutes earlier when I'd joyously had a stranger's c.o.c.k in my mouth and Cory's c.o.c.k in both my p.u.s.s.y and a.s.s. Good times!

We left the car and walked back towards our hotel room as I reminded him in a whisper, trying to lighten the mood, "We still have one more day of backseat f.u.c.k.i.n.g, baby."

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

"And I love being called a mother f.u.c.ker, because I am one," 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 walked in.

He said, looking up from the bed where he'd been reading a book, "I was just beginning to worry about you two."

"Oh, Cory was just showing me a few of the unique sights and flavours of the city," I answered, still vividly envisioning the black c.o.c.k I'd s.u.c.k.e.d and wondering what it would be like to have it in my p.u.s.s.y.

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

"Oh, it was an eye-opening experience," I replied, unable to restrain my s.e.x.u.a.l innuendo versions of the truth.

"Well, a few more hours of driving tomorrow and you'll be at college, Cory," Alex said, getting off the bed.

"Yeah, crazy to think this wild trip is almost over," Cory nodded.

"I'm not sure I'm ready to have you leave," I pouted.

Alex laughed, "Empty nest syndrome hitting you already, honey?"

Empty mouth, c.u.n.t and a.s.s syndrome was what I was really thinking but I nodded, "I guess so." Ironically, when we'd left home yesterday morning I'd been eagerly looking forward to dropping Cory off at college, then starting the next chapter of my life with Alex. Yet now the chapter I'd thought was already pre-written was sorely in need of a massive rewrite.

Alex went into the washroom and Cory walked over to me, pushed me to my knees where I fished out his c.o.c.k to suck my own p.u.s.s.y and a.s.s taste off it.

I bobbed for about fifteen seconds, maybe thirty, before he reassured me, "This trip isn't the end."

I nodded, acting like a firm mother, "it'd better not be, young man."

"I'm serious," he said, as he put his c.o.c.k back away, back to his confident, dominant self, "I'm not sure how we'll pull it off, but going forward I expect you to be available for me when I need you."

"What do you want me to do, move into your dorm room so I can be your full-service, three-hole c.u.m deposit?" I asked facetiously, liking the nasty talk and imagining what I'd just described could be a great p.o.r.n video.

He nodded, "Actually, that sounds perfect."

Cory quickly covered, "Mom promised to come and see me in a couple of weeks to make sure I'm settled."

"She did?" Alex asked, perplexed, knowing he and I already had plans for the next while.

I nodded, "Honey, I can't be gallivanting around the country not knowing whether Cory is getting his basic needs fulfilled," again unable to avoid the innuendo.

"He's an a.d.u.l.t now," Alex pointed out. "He's quite capable of living on his own."

"Alex," I said in a tone I only used when I wanted him to understand clearly that like it or not, a point had been decided. "I need to be able to check on him. I won't be able to enjoy the trip if I'm continually worrying about my son."

"So you want to cancel the trip?" Alex asked.

"No, to adapt it," I answered. "Just to modify our itinerary so it doesn't take us too many states away from Cory."

Alex looked at Cory for help, but Cory didn't bite.

"Fine," Alex said, trying to appear sympathetic even though it was obvious he was annoyed, "We can hit a few spots in nearby states and do a circle trip back here."

"Great," I nodded, then yawned. "I'm exhausted. A full day of backseat riding wore me completely out."

Cory added, trying not to laugh at the frankness of my description, "Yeah, it was a long, hard ride, wasn't it?"

"Well, tomorrow is a shorter drive," Alex said.

"Is it?" I asked, sounding disappointed because I was.

"Yeah, we're only about five hours away, we made really good time today," Alex informed us.

That meant I only had five more hours of Cory's c.o.c.k. I lied, "Well, that's good."

"Then our boy becomes a man, an independent entity," Alex said, patting him on his back.

I thought to myself, Trust me! He's already a man and he's proven it!

Cory joked, "Is there a ceremony for manhood?"

Alex laughed, "No, but at college there'll be hundreds of new women around."

This made me jealous, which was ludicrous. He was my son. Our liaison was temporary. I suddenly realized any plans I had of visiting and f.u.c.k.i.n.g were no more than temporary measures of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e that would only delay the inevitable. He would find a girlfriend. He would get married. And I... I'd get older.

Ironically, empty nest syndrome seemed to crash into me right here and now... when I realized I wouldn't always be able to be f.u.c.k.e.d by my son.

I broke down in tears.

"What's wrong, honey?" Alex asked, coming to me as I collapsed on the bed in a sudden emotional mess.

"My only boy is leaving me," I blabbered through heavy sobs.

Alex comforted me, "He's just going to college, not to the moon."

"I know," I sobbed.

Cory added, "It's okay, Mom. You can come out and check on me any time you want."

"Thank you," I said, as I calmed down. "It's just... you're my only son."

As Alex rubbed my back like the caring husband he was, my guilt only increased at my betrayal of him. Yet that guilt was swamped by my complete l.u.s.t for my son.

Shit, I'm a complete mess.

Eventually I calmed down and we watched the news and went to bed. As usual, within a few minutes Alex was snoring.

As I lay there, I felt guilty. I felt lost. And I felt horny. True, these emotions didn't usually go hand in hand, yet those were the ones tearing me apart.

Yet, like in the car, it was l.u.s.t that eclipsed the others and took charge.

I glanced over to the other bed. Cory was facing away from me.

I glanced back at my husband; he was fast asleep, no question.

A wicked idea popped into my head. The experience of f.u.c.k.i.n.g my son with my husband so close by had become quite a turn on, and with only a few hours remaining to play with his glorious d.i.c.k, I wasn't going to waste this opportunity. I decided to quell my guilt, paradoxically by adding onto it.

I slowly snuck out of bed, removed my p.a.n.t.i.e.s, checked to see if Alex moved, he didn't, and crept over to Cory's bed.

Cory rolled onto his back and smiled his welcome with a slightly surprised look, "You really can't get enough."

"Mommy wants your d.i.c.k," I answered as I crawled under the sheets and went directly to his flaccid c.o.c.k.

I pulled his u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r off and took his soft-on in my mouth. I'd always loved the feeling of a c.o.c.k growing in my mouth. I loved the magic of it. I loved the power that it was only growing because of me, and I loved the sensations as it hardened in my mouth.

Once it was hard, I began bobbing. I wasn't sure whether I planned just to blow him, or actually planned to f.u.c.k him.

"Balls," he whispered, once he was completely hard.

I took his c.o.c.k out of my mouth and repositioned myself to obey the order. I then took turns s.u.c.k.i.n.g each big ball into my mouth.

I then returned to his c.o.c.k. I bobbed for a couple of minutes, enjoying the comfortable situation of being in a bed, even though my husband was in the next bed. The car, the bathroom, the gloryhole were all uncomfortable positions in make do places. Now I could worship this c.o.c.k like it deserved to be worshipped for only the second time: in the comfort of a bed.

I took my time, wanting this to last for as long as possible, knowing our time wasn't limitless.

"Shit Mom, you really are an amazing s.l.u.t," he g.r.o.a.n.e.d.

Oddly, that was the hottest thing anyone had ever said to me. I m.o.a.n.e.d on his c.o.c.k in response before he whispered, "Come up here and lie on your back."

"You going to f.u.c.k Mommy while Daddy sleeps?" I asked, talking like an ingénue p.o.r.n star.

I got onto my back as Cory crawled under the sheets and between my legs and said, "First, I need a bedtime snack."

I m.o.a.n.e.d as his tongue made contact with my p.u.s.s.y. Alex didn't go down on me ever, which was one thing that had always perturbed me about him, so having Cory's tongue lapping away felt amazing. I placed my hands gently on his head as I lay back and enjoyed getting eaten out.

And Cory, like I had a moment earlier, took his time between my legs. He explored every inch of my p.u.s.s.y as he teased me everywhere.

He flicked my c.l.i.t once.

He spread my p.u.s.s.y lips wide.

He kissed my inner t.h.i.g.h.

He slid his tongue down to my asshole.

He was driving me wild as his tongue used my body like a canvas and I was his M.o.a.ning Lisa Mommy.

My o.r.g.a.s.m was building and I whispered, "You're about to make Mommy come."

I figured that would make him quit and come f.u.c.k me, but instead he shifted from slow teasing to fast-paced pleasing.

The sudden intensity of the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e quickly escalated the approach of the o.r.g.a.s.m that was slowly building, and I quickly grabbed an extra pillow and smothered my face to cover the scream about to escape my lips.

I grabbed his head, and that was all the prompting he needed as he s.u.c.k.e.d my c.l.i.t between his lips and tugged.

My uncontrolled scream of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e was muffled by the pillow as I came seconds later.

As soon as the screaming portion of my o.r.g.a.s.m was finished he moved up, rolled me onto my side and slid his c.o.c.k in my c.u.n.t, which was still trembling.

"Ohhhh," I m.o.a.n.e.d, as he began f.u.c.k.i.n.g me.

"This is so f.u.c.k.i.n.g hot and twisted," he whispered.

"And reaming my asshole with your father a couple feet away wasn't?" I questioned naughtily.

"Touché," he air-laughed silently, as he pumped his c.o.c.k in and out of me.

"Now fill my c.u.n.t with your c.u.m, baby," I ordered, wanting to feel him erupt inside me.

"Not your ass?" he asked.

"No, I want your seed erupting in Mommy's c.u.n.t," I m.o.a.n.e.d, wanting to feel my p.u.s.s.y filled with his hot seed.

He f.u.c.k.e.d me for a couple of minutes before he pulled out.

I w.h.i.n.ed, "Put it back in."

"Go back to your bed," he ordered.

"You're not going to finish f.u.c.k.i.n.g Mommy?" I asked surprised and disappointed.

"Oh, I'm going to keep f.u.c.k.i.n.g you all right," he said c.o.c.kily.

It was then I realized his plan... his sick, twisted plan.

I got out of his bed and back into mine and lay on my side so he could re-enter me with ease.

He moved into the queen-sized bed as well, nudging me even closer to Alex, now only a few inches away from me, and slid his c.o.c.k back in me.

"Ooooh," I m.o.a.n.e.d again, watching my husband, trying not to pant on him as I was f.u.c.k.e.d by our son. This time was even naughtier as I could see his face, in close-up even, but he was still completely oblivious to what was happening right beside him during his sweet slumber.

"Harder," I whispered out of the side of my mouth.

Cory obliged, the entire bed now moving as he pounded me hard.

Even while being rocked back and forth by the mattress, my husband snored softly on his back the way he always slept, while I got f.u.c.k.e.d by his son in the same bed.

I felt so naughty; this was so wrong; which, of course, made it so feel so good and so hot.

In a wild day where I'd been a.s.s f.u.c.k.e.d in a backseat, used in a bathroom and a gloryhole, this was the wildest moment yet.

And although I'd originally wanted to feel my son's c.u.m fill my c.u.n.t, I suddenly wanted to make this taboo moment even wilder. I whispered, "Slide that big d.i.c.k in my a.s.s."

He didn't question the idea at all as he pulled his c.o.c.k out of my c.u.n.t and slid it into my a.s.s with ease.

I clenched my teeth just in time to hold in my groan as a slight pain coursed through me before p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e quickly took over.

"F.u.c.k you're a nasty s.l.u.t, Mom," Cory whispered in my ear as he began to f.u.c.k my a.s.s.

"For you I am," I whispered back, as I was sodomized by my son with my husband lying right in front of me, the rush unexplainable. F.u.c.k, was I a s.l.u.t.

I was a.s.s f.u.c.k.e.d for a while, enthralled by the euphoria of the kink.

This act of kinky s.e.x had my p.u.s.s.y burning and I could feel a second o.r.g.a.s.m rising rather quickly.

Cory kissed the back of my neck as he slowly f.u.c.k.e.d my a.s.s.

After a couple more minutes of slow a.s.s f.u.c.k.i.n.g, Cory began bucking his h.i.p.s faster and really f.u.c.k.i.n.g my a.s.s.

I m.o.a.n.e.d, "Yes, pound Mommy's asshole", as I buried my face in a pillow again and moved my hand to my p.u.s.s.y to begin rubbing my c.l.i.t.

"I'm going to come in your asshole, Mommy-s.l.u.t," Cory whispered.

"Fill my shit hole with your c.u.m, baby," I m.o.a.n.e.d, my o.r.g.a.s.m imminent and wanting to make this as nasty as possible. I was his Mommy-s.l.u.t, his c.u.m bucket and I wanted his seed right now.

A few hard thrusts in my a.s.s and he grunted and shot his load deep inside me.

This triggered my o.r.g.a.s.m seconds later as I screamed, "Oh shit," loud enough to wake up my husband.

As Alex sat straight up alarmed, Cory slid out of me and slipped silently down to the floor. I could feel c.u.m leaking out of my a.s.s and my o.r.g.a.s.m still coursing through me as Alex asked, worried, "Are you okay?"

I tried to control my breathing as I answered, "Yeah, wild dream."

"About what?" Alex asked.

"Being attacked by a massive snake," I answered, telling the truth.

"That sounds like a nightmare," Alex said, as he lay back down.

"It seemed so real."

"Well, go back to sleep honey."

"I need to pee now."

"Okay," he nodded, already falling back to sleep.

I got out of bed and saw Cory lying on the floor smiling.

I stepped over him and went to the washroom to go pee like I'd said, and also to clean up all the c.u.m leaking out of my gaping asshole.

I returned to the bedroom and saw that Cory was back in his bed and his father was snoring again.

I leaned down to Cory and whispered, "That was close."

He nodded, "When you screamed all of a sudden I almost had a heart attack."

"Tomorrow I want a load in each hole before I leave you at college," I said, giving his now flaccid c.o.c.k a squeeze.

"What about a facial?" He asked.

"Fine, but that means I want four loads from that gun of yours," I smiled.

"Thankfully I never run out of ammunition," he joked.

"Thank God," I agreed, as I got back into my own bed and realized I was lying in a massive wet spot of c.u.m.

F.u.c.k! I'd made it in my bed and now I had to lie in it. I had become a massive s.l.u.t!