“Oh, my God, you really like that don’t you?” Mom practically shouted it. Then she called out, even louder, “My son loves sucking his mother’s pussy!” There was no one around for miles and she was eager to take advantage of this rare freedom. “My little boy is sucking my cunt!” she screamed almost as loud as she could. “I’m going to come in my son’s mouth! I’m coming in his mouth! I’m coming! I’m COOOOMING!!” Mom let loose, not holding anything back, and cried out in sinful rapture as if she wanted all the world to hear.
Mom humped my face throughout her violent orgasm and more cum flowed from her pussy, into my mouth, and down my chin. I couldn’t stop sucking and licking her. I wanted to consume her, to swallow her, to once again becoming one with her. Even though her orgasm had passed, she remained standing above me, hunched over my mouth, and allowed me to take all the time I wanted with her pussy.
When we got back to the car, Mom asked me to drive.
“We should stop in that town and get cleaned up before we really start to stink.”
“Good idea,” I agreed and got us back on the road.
“I’m sorry for being so disgusting back there.” Mom blushed, feeling her usual post-kink remorse. “I didn’t mean to get that carried away. I just wanted us to watch each other. I took it too far again, didn’t I?”
“If you had asked me before, I’d have said yes. But I have to admit, it was really hot while we were doing it.”
“I know what you mean. I’m still turned on just thinking about it. It felt so good to just let go like that.” As she spoke I noticed her hand caressing the insides of her thighs. She reclined her seat, and pulled her skirt up. “I’m sorry, honey, I’m still all worked up. I have to masturbate.” She tickled her fingers playfully over her swollen pussy, still wet from pee, and cum, and my mouth.
“Just save some for tonight,” I joked.
“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. I have plenty to go around.”
She teased and toyed with her pussy for the next twenty minutes, only allowing herself to give in to her orgasm when we reached the outskirts of the little town. I wanted to jack off along with her, but I actually didn’t have plenty to go around and wanted to save something for tonight.
As she brought herself to orgasm next to me, with her bare feet up on the dashboard, I fell in love with her all over again…for about the seventh time that day.
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We stopped at a gas station and used the restrooms to clean ourselves up, then found a diner. Our waitress was a high school girl with a really tight little rack that she proudly put on display by way of an extra small top with a low scoop neckline that showed more cleavage than was probably legal in these parts. She cheerfully took our order and bounced off to the kitchen with it. Once she was out of sight I turned back to my mom, who was staring at me with a dopey grin.
“You want to put your cock in her tight little puss, don’t you?”
“Hell, yeah,” I confirmed, “but only if you’re there to watch.”
“Such a good boy,” she patted my cheek then gave it a pinch. “Always thinking of your poor horny ol’ mother.” She put on an exaggerated pout. “But that’s the one thing I still can’t help feeling guilty about. You should be out chasing after girls your own age instead of spending all your time jerking off to my saggy tits and wrinkled twat.”
“But I love your wrinkled twat,” I teased. “Your wrinkled, hairy, smelly, old–”
“Hey! Watch it, mister!” she warned with feigned indignity, taking a swipe at me that I managed to dodge.
“Speaking of hairy and old, I was thinking about Dad yesterday.”
“What about him?” She made a face like she’d just found a month old fish at the bottom of the fridge.
“You are one of the sexiest, horniest, and wildest women ever, but from what I could tell, Dad was a total dud. How did you end up with him?”
“For the same reason I’ve made every other terrible choice in my life. I was scared.” She twisted her napkin in her hand anxiously. “I had fooled around with some boys in high school, just the normal type of stuff. But when I left home and went to college I discovered all kinds of new sexual possibilities.”
“So you got freaky in college?”
“Not exactly. I was obsessed with anything to do with sex, but I was too afraid to actually follow through. For instance, there was this girl I had a freshman crush on, and one day she invited me to a ‘No-Pajama Party.’ A bunch of girls would have a sleep over and just masturbate together all night. I was too shy and full of shame about my body then to actually go, but I fantasized about it all the time when I played with myself.”
“That sounds like an awesome party!”
“No kidding. I always regretted not taking that risk.” She began tearing little bits of the napkin as she went on. “But the more I discovered, the more twisted my fantasies became. I would go to the school library and read about abnormal sexuality and actually get off on it. I began having fantasies about orgies, and bondage, and being naked in public.” She lowered her voice. “By the time I was a junior, it escalated to gang bang and rape fantasies, and…worse.”
“Geez, Mom…”
“I know, I was sick. I realized that there was something wrong with me, and that I wouldn’t be able to control my sexual urges on my own. I was afraid that eventually I’d give in and start doing all the depraved things I fantasized about. And that scared the hell out of me.”
She looked like she was having second thoughts about confiding more secrets. I reached out and took her nervous hands in mine, trying to reassure her that she was safe with me.
“So that’s when I found your father. The most normal, boring, uptight guy I could find. I figured that if I was with someone like him, it would keep me from pursuing my disgusting perversions.”
“You definitely picked the right guy for that,” I tried to lighten the mood.
“Definitely,” she chuckled. “And my plan sort of worked for the most part. But no matter what I tried, I was constantly horny and I just wanted to fuck and come all the time.”
“Um…” the waitress quietly got our attention. “Club sandwich?” She set the plate down in front of Mom with a blush, then put my burger in front of me before scurrying off. Mom held her giggle until the girl was out of sight.
“Your father was on a strict once-a-week fuck schedule, except when I had my period, then it would be a blowjob that week instead.” Mom sighed and took a bite of her sandwich. “Over the years it became a strict once-a-month schedule, if I was lucky.”
“But at least it kept you from becoming a total weirdo, right?”
“Almost. After all, I did start lusting after my son at some point. Oh, who am I kidding,” she took a deep breath and looked at me with distressed resignation. “This is really hard to admit, but I had sexual feelings with you almost from the time you were born.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, for instance…sometimes, when I was breastfeeding you, I would–” She stopped abruptly, biting her lip. “You know what, I don’t want to get into all that.” She shook her head to erase the unwanted thoughts, and then put on a big smile. “Let’s talk about something else.”
“Okay.” I wasn’t sure this was the best time to bring it up, but it was something on my mind. “Did Grandpa…did he molest you and Aunt Linda?” Mom laughed unexpectedly, almost spitting out her soda.
“More like we molested him,” she corrected me. “On Sunday mornings our mom would leave for church before us to set things up in the kitchen since she was on the refreshments committee. Dad was left in charge of getting us ready. When he’d take his shower he’d leave the door open a bit so he could hear if we were causing any trouble.” Mom chewed a bite of her sandwich remembering fondly.
“We’d always run in there and peek in at him and torment the poor man to no end. Finally he just gave in and let us get in the shower with him. And, of course, the only thing we wanted to do once we were in there was fiddle around with his man-parts.”
“So he didn’t make you do it?”
“Nope. C’mon, you know how me and my sister are. We couldn’t wait for Sunday so we could play with Daddy. But the best was when Mom would go out at night and leave us home alone with Dad–which was rare. We’d make popcorn, then watch TV in the dark and take turns sitting on his lap. We’d beg him give us ‘love tickles.’ He’d ask ‘Where do you want to get tickled?’ and we’d always point between our legs like the horny little girls that we were.
“And he’d diddle his own daughters?”
“Oh God, did we love that. His big strong fingers, and the smell of his cologne. Geez, I’m getting wet just thinking about it. I remember the night Linda got the brilliant idea to take her pajama bottoms and underwear off before having her turn. It was nothing but naked love tickles for us after that. We loved our Daddy so much. I still think about him almost every day.”
“Wow,” was my only reaction. “So how come you waited so long to molest me?”
“I’m sorry, honey,” she smirked. “If I had it to do over, I’d have started giving you naked love tickles on your little pee-pee a long time ago.”
We joked and laughed for the rest of the meal. When we were done I made a quick run to the men’s room and when I came out I could see Mom already waiting in the car. I went to pay the bill and the hot waitress rang me up.
“Congratulations,” she said.
“Huh?” was my artful response.
“It’s okay. You’re wife told me all about you two, and I think it’s totally hot.”
“Oh? What did ‘my wife’ tell you?”
“About how she was your high school teacher, and you two fell in love, and how she waited for you to graduate so you could get married, and now you’re on your way to California for your honeymoon. So congratulation!” She handed me my change with a sappy look in her eye.
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