Chapter 368: Ash Gets A Ride On Son's Lap
"Oh for Christ sake Ash, stop bloody whinging. I am not, repeat not coming back out here again just for a couple of items. Look," he said pointing at the dark storm clouds rolling towards them. "It's going to pour in a minute so everything has to be in the car. It's your mother's stuff after-all and you are the one who wanted to come in the first place."
"Yes well I told you it was going to rain but you wouldn't listen. And it doesn't all have to come now. Can't it wait until another time when just the two of us are in the car. Does it have to come tonight?"
"Christ, it's not that hard Ash. Roger, you sit in the back and your mother can sit on your lap," Ross growled at her with finality.
"But Ross, it's over a two hour drive, I can't sit on his lap for that long, it'll be too uncomfortable for him. His, his, circulation will be cut off," Ashleigh protested.
Ross turned on Ash, a look of fury on his face. "Oh for god sake, he's six foot fucking two, you're five foot two, you haven't got an ounce of fat on you so he's hardly going to collapse under your weight. Anyway I'm not fucking arguing any more Ash. I don't care who sits on whose lap but just get in the car before it's too bloody dark to see," he said jabbing his finger menacingly at her.
Ashleigh and Ross Mercer stood toe to toe staring angrily at each other. Their son Roger and Ash's mother stood a couple of feet away watching the scene with embarrassment. They had left early that day to pick up a few valuable items from Ash's mother's place as she was going on an extended overseas trip. Not a problem, the items were valuable and had to be stored. Ross decided today was the day to bring them home. The rain made the roof rack obsolete, so the only way to transport the goods was to put the back seat down flat, pull the front seat forward and lay the back down as flat as it would go. The paintings slipped in the passenger side comfortably but that meant there was no room for a passenger in the front and only one seat in the back.
Ross turned on Roger. "Do you have a problem with that?" he said in a tone that defied Roger to complain. His body language bristling with aggression.
Roger was at that age where he and his father often had disagreements. Roger was a bit of a larrikin and was going through a period where trouble always seemed to be just an angry word away. He didn't want to be there anyway but didn't have a problem with his mother sitting on his lap. Whilst the relationship with his father was strained, he really cared for his mother. "Ah, no, no mom can sit on my lap, it won't be a problem," he said dismissively.
"Ok then it's settled, get in and let's get going," he retorted angrily. They all knew better than to carry the argument further when he was in this mood. He could be an aggressive, abusive and at times violent man when upset. And at the moment his anger was in the red zone; better left alone.
Ash shrugged her shoulders and gave her mother a look of resignation. She gave her a kiss and moved to the car.
Ash Mercer was what some people might call a trophy wife: young, long dark hair, dark eyes, pretty face with a sultry look and a killer body. Her boobs that were the envy of any male, trim and fit body with long, shapely legs. Ross, wealthy through his trucking business had been reasonably good looking when younger but had let himself go. They married young because - well, he got her pregnant at a young age and money can cover most crisis. The contrast between the three of them stark: Ross 37, overweight, arrogant, rude and abusive; Ash 33, gorgeous, happy and friendly and Roger 18 and a strapping young lad never far away from mischief.
Roger put an arm around his mother, gently moving her to the car. "Come on, we'll have our own private party," he said laughing, trying to break the tension. "You get in first mom, it's a bit cramped, lean over the paintings while I get in behind you. Then you can sit back down on my lap. I promise not to scream in pain. Ok?" Roger said chuckling trying to ease the tension. Ash leaned on him and gave him a resigned look. She loved her son as much as he loved her.
Ash doubled over and stepped into the back seat. Roger couldn't help a slight flush as he manoeuvred in behind her. Her ass was virtually in his face in the process, the short skirt showing her shapely legs as she bent over in front of him. She wore a short summer dress which flared out loosely and dropped over his knees and legs as she sat back on him. His knees had some clearance from his father's seat backrest and she sat side saddle across his lap. There was no alternative. He had a moment of awkwardness with his hands but solved the problem by putting them around her waist as they settled into a semi comfortable position.
She was light on his legs and he began to enjoy the soft, warm feel of her body. Roger loved his mother ... which was more than he could say for his father. He held her firmly to keep her steady. As he held her his eyes inevitably dropped to her body, it didn't help that she wore a loose, low cut blouse; the cut revealing her cleavage which at the time was jiggling enticingly right in front of his eyes. He tried to look away but it was impossible not to look. It wasn't the first time he had noticed his mother as a woman. He had been in a fight when one of his school mates had referred to her as a hot MILF. When he explained what it meant Roger took offense. But thereafter he couldn't help but notice her as an attractive woman, especially her full breasts.
"Oh fuck, no, no, no. not now, this is my mom," he thought as the inevitable started. He could feel the stirring in his balls.
He closed his eyes, dug his nails into the webbing of his hand hoping the pain would take his mind off his situation.
***
Ash was angry at Ross' comments. But she didn't let the anger linger for long. It was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable for her sitting on his lap. Roger didn't seem to be having any difficulty with her weight although it was still early. Beside, she kind of enjoyed sitting on his lap having him hold her, he was her son after all and she loved him unreservedly as only a mother can. She relaxed leaning into his body, enjoying the warmth and bonding.
It wasn't a sudden thing. Initially just a feeling, something was different, then with growing certainty she felt a small pressure on her ass and back of her legs. Then a growing sense of anger as the pressure became more noticeable, more defined and she knew exactly what it was.
The awareness formed before the words. A wave of conflicting emotions swept over her: disgust, anger, disbelief, fear. "My god, he's getting an erection, he's my son, this can't be happening," she thought.
***
Roger could feel the blood flowing to his flaccid cock. At 18 years of age the time it took for him to gain an erection was frighteningly short. He could feel his cock stiffening. At first he hoped it would be contained by his jocks but the incessant movement didn't help. Initially he felt somewhat embarrassed as he felt the first gentle contact with his mother's rear end. He knew she couldn't help but notice as his cock continued to stiffen, lengthen and thicken until he knew that she must be feeling it. Then suddenly he had to suppress an overwhelming urge to laugh as he took in the situation.
Ash could feel his cock growing down the separation between her thighs. It was like she was sitting on a lengthening pole, which is exactly what it was. And the pole was exactly where she didn't want it to be.
And if Roger had any doubts as to whether she knew they were quickly put to bed. She drew away from him and turned to face him. Even In the semi-darkness he could see the anger on her face. She punched his chest lightly but firmly and stared angrily at him. 'No,' she mouthed at him, 'no, stop it.'
There was little he could do. He shrugged his shoulders in resignation; a sense of mischief stirring within him.
Outside the storm finally broke, the rain beating down against the car. Ross turned up the radio so he could hear over the sound of the rain and wipers.
"Jesus, do something, move it," she muttered disgustedly in Roger's ear and placed one hand on the back of the driver's seat intending to lift herself off him so Roger could fix himself up. In the process Ross' seat was buffeted around as she used it as a lever to try and lift herself from Roger's lap. His anger flared immediately.
"Jesus Christ, what are you fucking doing," he growled bitterly as he was jolted back and forth.
"Nothing, I'm just trying to let Roger get the circulation back in his legs," she retorted angrily, flirting with the truth.
"Oh for god sake, get your hands off the back of my fucking chair," he yelled at her. "It's pissing with rain, I can't see 10 feet in front of me, I'm trying to keep this fucking car on the road and you're trying to give me fucking whiplash. How is it that I don't hear him complaining, only you? Stop being so fucking childish and handle things like two bloody mature adults. I'm not stopping, I'm not going back. Just work it out between the two of you. Do what ever you have to fucking well do to get comfortable but I don't want to hear any more bitching. I don't want a fucking blow by blow description of every fucking move you make. If he needs some relief then move your bloody ass, jiggle around, whatever it takes, just don't push my fucking seat again. It can't be too hard surely. Just relax and try to enjoy the fucking ride."
Ash was stunned, she had never heard Ross speak to her like that. "Move your ass! Move your ass!" she thought in disbelief, the anger welling up inside her. "You wouldn't say that if you knew that my ass was sitting on your son's bloody erection," she thought. Ash opened her mouth to make a retort but thought better of it. She was embarrassed, flustered; taking her hand off his chair she reluctantly lowered herself back down onto Roger's lap.
It took a moment before her attention was jolted back to reality. Roger's cock was now fully erect. All she had succeeded in doing was freeing it. As she lowered herself down she sat right on his cock, the head poking directly into her pussy. She reacted in alarm, her legs spread in a reflex reaction which had the effect of pushing the head of his cock into the soft pouch of her sex, the gusset of her thong forced into her slit. Mortified, she wriggled to get free. Her hand instinctively went to push against Ross' seat for leverage but she quickly stopped herself. For Roger it was as if he were watching in slow motion. He saw her hand pause, for a moment her hand hovered uncertainly behind Ross' seat, it seemed to stay there forever, he felt her body tense as she realised the situation, felt the small tremor of fear then she slowly withdrew her hand. A few seconds, no words, but a message Roger knew and understood.
There were no conscious thoughts, it was purely instinct bred into men over thousands of years. His predatory instincts cut in and he recognised the move for what it was; she was intimidated and that made her vulnerable. His body was suddenly a boiling mass of adrenalin and lust. Then the understanding came to him and he clearly recognised her dilemma; she was sitting on his cock, the only way she could shift off his cock was to push against the front seat and after the abuse Ross had just given her that was not an option. Up to that point it had only been the thrill of mischief but suddenly it was serious.
Almost in tears Ash made another futile attempt to move free but only succeeded in rubbing against his cock, effectively giving his cock head a gentle massage. For a few seconds she sat in a state of frustration but there was nothing she could do. Slowly she reconciled her situation and with a glare at Roger let her weight settle on the hard length of him. She was thankful that the darkness covered her flush of embarrassment. She pulled her head back and from a distance of inches glared at him. But she quickly dropped her eyes in embarrassment as their eyes met. There was a look on his face that she hadn't seen before, a look that frightened her.
She almost jumped when Ross spoke.
"Fucking country has gone soft," muttered Ross.
"Huh, what do you mean? In what way?" questioned Roger.
"That report on the radio. Bloody politicians, we are becoming too soft to do anything to save ourselves, the county is going to ruin. It happens every day in business. Opportunity! Happens all the time, opportunity drops literally in people's laps but they are too dumb or too soft to take advantage of it. You gotta harden up. It's like a running back in football, you know what you are after, you see the defence spread wide in front of you, a hole opens in the line, if you stop to think the chance is gone, when the chance comes you gotta go hard right into that hole. Too many people are afraid to take a chance in case they fail, and they regret it afterwards. If you want a piece of glory you have to take it, you might only get one chance."
Ash was mortified as she felt Roger choking back a laugh. She couldn't believe the timing of Ross' comments, it was as if they were working in concert. She felt a wave of despair wash over her.
With his father's words ringing in his ears he knew that his time was now. Roger was shit scared. "Oh god, oh god, oh god, please don't do anything," he thought to himself as, with his heart in his mouth he slipped one hand under Ash's blouse and started to gently rub her back. He felt her body stiffen, heard her suck in a breath, but she made no move to stop him. Emboldened and with his heart pounding in his chest he placed his other hand on her bare thigh above her knee. He knew the moment of truth was now.
Momentarily Ash was paralysed, she could only stare in stunned horror at his hand on her thigh; her breathing was hard, short and sharp. Things were getting out of control and it was all she could do not to scream. And she could feel her heart gripped by an iron fist. She was terrified. It was not the first hand to be placed on her thigh and she understood all the implications but this was her son, it was his hand and if she did nothing she knew where it was heading next. For a moment all she could do was stare in horror. She knew the consequences if she reacted or made any protest; her husband would kill Roger. With a trembling hand she reached for his wrist to try to stop him.
She was near to tears. In desperation, she turned to face him, her face barely inches from his, pleading with him. "Roger ... no don't, please, please no," she mouthed the words, begging him to stop.
Then her eyes opened wide in shock as he closed the gap and placed his lips on hers, kissing her. For a moment she was stunned. Then realisation hit, she pulled back, flustered, breaking the kiss. Her mind was in turmoil as she fought to keep her hands from touching her lips, she could feel the softness of his lips on hers. He quickly leaned forward and kissed her again and she could feel a flood of emotion as she somewhat reluctantly broke from him again. He felt and tasted nice.
It was only a few stunned moments but her silence only confirmed her vulnerability.
Ash was jolted back to reality. Roger's hand had slipped her grip and he ran his hand up the outside of her thigh, slipping his thumb under the side of her thong. Inevitably her skirt bunched exposing the full length of her bare thigh. Playfully he ran his hand around the elastic before gently coaxing the side down. She grasped his wrist desperately to stop him. Roger could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he took more and more liberties with his mother. He was now becoming arrogant, sure that the longer Ash remained silent the less likely it was that she would say or do anything to involve Ross. That thought sent his mind into overdrive although he realised there were practical limitations on what they could do in the present circumstance.
Increasingly certain and becoming bolder Roger started stroking the length Ash's thigh from her knee to the loose side of her thong. Her leg was burning from the contact.
Then she had to face a different attack as she felt his other hand rubbing her back. His hand was moving in small circles, increasing in size and moving closer with each circle to her breast. She jammed her arm down to stop him.
Sitting on his shaft, on the smooth road the contact was one of small, continuous vibration and movement. Ash was fighting an increasingly desperate battle. Inevitably as Roger became emboldened he provocatively moved his hand from the outside of her thigh stroking the smooth skin between her thighs.
Ash knew the situation was reaching crisis point. She took his wrist with two hands, holding it in a death like grip trying desperately to stop his advances. For some time he was content to enjoy the situation, taking in her warmth, the softness of her skin and the feeling of his cock head nestled in the warmth of her sex. He knew there would be a reckoning later but for now he was enjoying the situation.
Thus it was with a feeling of dismay when Ash admitted that in spite of her terror, slowly but surely she could feel her body starting to respond to the stimulation in an unwanted way. While her mind and body were being assaulted the gentle vibrations and subtle movements between her thighs were somewhat pleasurable. Slowly but surely she was aware of a warmth pervade her sex and the increasing sensitivity of her clit.
Roger was enjoying the process of teasing Ash. Using his superior strength, inch by inch, he was forcing his hand between her arm and body to make advances on her breast. Simultaneously, his fingers rubbing the inside of her thighs were now barely a tantalising inch from her sex and she knew that if he touched her there he would realise that she was wet with arousal and at that moment it seemed inevitable that that would happen; and soon.
It had been almost an hour since the journey started. Ash had been under almost constant attack and as her arousal increased her will to resist lessened. Her own mind was her worst enemy now. Her clit was rapidly reaching a point of no return. As they went round a bend she subtly pushed her clit down against his hardness, luxuriating in the intense feeling. She pushed down again. He felt the pressure.
"It's not my doing," she thought. "And technically, if I have an orgasm then we haven't actually had sex, so it's not like intercourse or anything like that," she rationalised.
As she pushed down again she knew that it was just a matter of time, there was no way she could avoid an orgasm. She was tired of fighting. It took a few more minutes but gradually she accepted the inevitable would happen. "What's the point?" she thought. "I can't stop him and he's just going to take what he wants anyway." As she mulled over her position she knew she was going to surrender and let him have his way.
When his hand next circled towards her breast she didn't clamp down to stop him. She felt the tips of his fingers gently caress the first swelling of her side boob. As he slowly start to explore the side of her breast she made the final decision to release his other wrist, giving him open access to her sex if he was man enough to take it. She knew that the moment her touched her clit she would orgasm and steeled her mind to make no noise.
Then suddenly everything changed. She almost wept with relief when Ross pulled off the road into a service station for fuel. She pushed Roger's hands away then took a deep breath. Regaining control she was shocked that she had almost surrendered herself. It was only providence that saved her from the most despicable sin. Shame, relief, the feeling washed over her.She couldn't look at Roger as they slowly unwound and stepped out of the car, relieved to break the erotic spell. "Ahh, I needed that break," she sighed with relief as she stretched her arms and back.
She took a step back in shock as Ross' face contorted in anger. He jabbed a finger at her, berating her in an angry, raised voice. "Don't start, just don't start. How many fucking times do we have to go through this? I don't want to hear any more. I don't want to hear a fucking word out of you for the rest of the trip, not one fucking word. Is that fucking clear?"
Roger's mouth dropped open in shocked surprise and he took a small step to support his mother, his anger flaring. Ash could feel the heat of tears welling behind her eyes as she cringed in fear and embarrassment. But she said nothing wilting before Ross' furious stare. As Ross turned away from her and started to fill the tank she felt Roger place a hand on her back.
Ash was reeling, under a different form of assault now. Stunned, she turned slowly to Roger, in spite of his recent assault she reached out in despair and hugged him to her. A tear spilled from her eye as she buried her head in his shoulder. Roger wrapped her in his arms and felt a jarring jolt of arousal as her breasts crushed against his chest.
Roger could see the wetness glistening in her eyes. They stayed together for a few moments as he gently stroked her hair. It was fortunate that they were the only car getting fuel so her embarrassment was private. With every second Roger became more aware of the warmth of her body and the feel of her soft breasts. He fought to control the flow of blood from his brain to his cock. As she clung to him he was instinctively aware of her vulnerability, and the knowledge only served to fuel his rampant arousal.
For a moment the rain eased.
"I have to go to the toilet," he said and walking with an arm around Ash they both headed to the loo. Once there he sucked in air and stared at himself in amazement. "Jesus Christ did that really happen? It's now or never," he said aloud to himself. "What's that saying... von Goethe, Johann von Goethe - You must act as if it is impossible to fail. Shit, I bet he never envisioned this sort of situation when he said that!" Nervously he stripped, put his jocks in his pocket and pulled his shorts up.
The rain was starting again as he scurried to the car. "God," he thought to himself as he looked down at his raging erection bulging beneath his shorts. Moments later Ash came running to the car as the rain became heavier. She went straight to Roger who embraced her, hugging her to him. They were both conscious of the feel of her breasts crushing against his chest and she felt a jolt of concern as his jutting erection pressed into her. Roger quickly opened the door so they could get out of the rain. "Quick, get in before we get soaked," he instructed.
Ash stepped into the back seat as she had done before, waiting for Roger to sit behind her. Roger slid into the seat, his eyes taking in the sight of his mother's ass and legs in front of him. His nerves were white hot. His cock was throbbing. She was leaning over as before waiting for him to get settled before lowering herself onto his lap. This time she determined it would be different, as soon as he was settled she would sit on his legs so nothing would occur.
"Aaaaargh," she cried in stunned surprise as he quickly hooked his thumbs on each side of her thong and pulled it down to her ankles. "Jesus Christ," she cried incredulously "what are you doing? Oh my god, nooooo, no, no, you can't do that, let go, get away from me ... ROGER," she screamed in a state of panic. Frantically she tried to reach down to recover her thong but the car was too restricted. Desperate, she tried to kick him but her ankles were locked in her thong. "Jesus, Roger, what are you doing? this is disgusting, enough, I'm your mother," she yelled at him.
In the soft light of the service station drive he could see her bare ass and pussy bouncing around in front of him as she desperately tried to recover from his assault. The blood was pounding in his brain and nothing was going to stop hi now. He knew he had to get her to sit.
"Ahhhhh," she cried in shock as the car reverberated to the sound of a sharp crack as he gave her a stinging slap on her ass. Her eyes opening wide in stunned disbelief. This couldn't be happening. But it had the desired effect of focussing her attention.
"Quick, dad will be on his way back soon, step out of your thong before he sees it," he ordered. "Now, do it now, quickly!" he said with an authoritive voice.
"Christ, no, Roger what are you doing?" she said trying to resist.
"Quick, there's no time, dad will be here. Just fucking do it," he growled at her tugging at her thong.
As she saw her husband finish paying the bill Ash was beyond rational thought.
"Owww..." her cry reverberated around the car as he gave her ass a brutal slap.
"Now, step out of your fucking thong NOW!"
Almost sick with fear at being caught by her husband and unable to think rationally she stepped out of her thong, losing her sandals in the process as Roger quickly took her thong and put it out of sight. With rain pouring down Ross waited inside the service station as a car slowly drove past the door.
Scared shitless Roger quickly pulled his shorts down his thigh.
Roger took Ash's hips, pulling the fabric of her skirt out of the way he coaxing her gently back into his lap. Ash screamed as she felt his bare cock prod her pussy and slip between her thighs. He held her as she jumped, frantically trying to lift herself off his lap. "Oh Christ, Roger, no, you can't do this," she cried as the sound of thunder rolled over them drowning out her screams. Ash was hyperventilating as she tried desperately to find a way to get off her son's lap. Her natural reaction was to slip forward off his lap but there wasn't room and all she did bang her knees and rub her sex over the length of his shaft; frantically she tried to lift herself off him but he held her to him which only served to have the head of his cock slip into the soft outer pouch of her pussy.
Her sense of terror was complete as Roger growled in her ear "that's enough, stop screaming, dad is almost here." Her heart was in her mouth as Roger held her firmly and she settled, the slit of her cunt straddling his shaft as the head of his cock poked between her thighs. Roger could feel her panting as she tried to calm herself.
"Roger, you can't do anything. Please, no. Your dad would kill you if he knew what you were doing," she pleaded desperately to him.
"Well ... if he knew what I'm doing... if he knew what I'm going to do... and he's sure as hell not going to find out from me," he said in a calm, matter of fact voice and Ash sat semi-stunned as the implications of what he said sunk in. He was challenging her.
They both stared in silence as Ross ran the last few yards to the vehicle. Neither of them moved as Ross jumped in the driver's seat. He leaned over to the passenger's seat, fossicking around as he dropped some drinks onto the seat. "Fucking rain, Jesus. Ok you two, I'll only ask once. Are you ready to go coz if you've got anything to say now is the time. Once I start the car I don't want to hear any crap," he said staring at Ash.
"Well I'm certainly up for it, can't be too hard," Roger laughed. "The way things are shaping I think it's going to be wet all the way home." As he spoke his hand slipped under Ash's blouse and he gently rubbed her back.
Ross turned to Ash. For a moment the car was silent. "Ok, last chance. Unless you have any further objections we will get this show on the road," Ross said sarcastically, glaring at Ash.
Ash could feel her heart racing; her mouth went dry.
Simultaneously Roger's heart was pounding nervously in his chest.
They both knew the importance of the next few seconds. The silence screamed at them.
"Yes," she croaked almost inaudibly.
"What?" Ross growled.
She cleared her throat and took a few deep breaths. Roger could feel her tension before she almost sobbed her reply. "Yes, I said yes." Then with a flash of anger at the predicament her husband had put her in, she replied, her voice dripping with sweet sarcasm, "yeah, you are right Ross. I've been a bit selfish. I'm just sitting here while you and Roger are making all the moves. You have all the responsibility to drive the car and it's pouring with rain. You concentrate on driving, I'm sure Roger knows exactly where he wants me to sit, so if the two of you are happy with that then you won't hear anything at all from me before we get home. I will just do what I can to enjoy the ride," she said firmly. And she knew there was no turning back.
Ross turned away and prepared to start the car. As they drove out into the rain Roger asked Ross to turn the music up louder on the pretext that they couldn't hear it over the rain.
It was all happening too quickly. Roger could only watch as Ash dropped her face into her hands. She stayed that way for a few moments shedding silent tears. Roger didn't move a muscle, letting her comments sink in. As Ash settled and sat upright the front of her blouse fell open, the swell of her breast tantalisingly close and he could feel himself being overwhelmed by the feelings of lust coursing through his body. His cock was rock hard as more blood flowed into it, his stomach quivering in anticipation.
He tried to control his ragged breathing as his eyes drank in the sight of her bare thighs and exposed breast.
Ash could feel the effect that she was having on her son; the strength of his naked erection, tension in his body and the laboured breathing. A small part of her was pleased that she could have that sort of effect on her young son and the knowledge annoyed her. The remainder was terrified at what she knew was going to happen. The consequences of getting caught catastrophic.
Roger was in a high state of excitement. He kept reminding himself that this was his mother but his cock was between her legs, her breast was in his face and her legs were bare. God he could almost see her pussy ... and it was naked. Any concerns about ethics gone.
With his stomach churning in anticipation he casually dropped his hand to the inside of her knee. He felt her stiffen but she made no move to stop him. His hand was burning from the smooth, soft touch of her skin.
Ash's concentration was on Roger's hand stroking her thigh so she was unprepared as he slipped a hand under her blouse and gently cupped her breast. She jumped and made a small sound in surprise. Instinctively her hands went to her breast to protect herself against the new assault but she made no real move to stop him. For long seconds he simply cupped her breast, then, realising that she wouldn't stop him he excitedly started to fondle and explore her breast.
So it wasn't long before he tentatively moved first his fingers then slowly stroked the inside of her thigh, teasing her. She pressed against him but he knew she wouldn't make a sound. Confidently he slowly moved his hand further up her thigh.
Suddenly the enormity of what was happening hit Ash. She had a moment of panic, her mind struggling to function as she felt one hand on her breast and another stroking her thigh. But she was more petrified of attracting her husband's wrath.
"Please don't," she pleaded as his hand moved under the hem of her dress, stroking the warm, smooth skin between her thighs moving inexorably closer to her quivering sex. He was almost drooling as he fondled her gorgeous breast. Ash knew he wouldn't stop, knew she couldn't stop him. Slowly she let her hand fall from his at her breast and they both knew that she had surrendered to him.
She shuddered as she felt his fingers searching, slipping between her thighs before finding her cunt. He pushed against her thigh willing her to part her legs but she resisted. Overwhelmed with lust he would not be denied. It didn't matter now that it was his mother, nothing mattered at that moment as he thrust his hand between her resisting thighs and placed his hand over her cunt. Without further ado he thrust a finger forcefully into her cunt, revelling in the warm smoothness inside her. He was now beyond reason. She was his and he wanted full unrestricted access to her. He had a flash of anger, he pushed hard, forced her legs slightly apart, then pushing steadily with more authority he felt a quiver then almost came as he felt her slowly part her legs in resignation giving him access to her most sacred part.
Bursting with the flush of success he cupped her sex possessively. Brimming with excitement he slipped his finger gently between the folds of her sex and sought her clit. Slowly he circled the small bud, relishing the feeling as it responded, growing in hardness and size. As he grew more comfortable he started playing with her cunt. He gently ran his fingers through her labia, slipped first one, then two fingers into her and gently started finger fucking her. Roger was no stranger to women and slowly but surely Ash's body found its own response to his ministrations. And he knew she was his as she placed an arm around his neck and leaned her head into his shoulder.
Taking his time Roger alternated his attention between her breast, fondling it, rolling and squeezing the nipple; teasing her clit and slipping a finger into her now wet and slick cunt. She was ashamed to admit that he was controlling her body. Her nipple hard, her clit highly aroused and her cunt wet with desire.
In time Roger placed a hand under her ass and urged her to lift her ass. At first she didn't understand then as dawning spread she looked at him in fear. She shook her head in denial.
"Stop being so precious, you know it's going to happen, I'm going to fuck you so just do it!" he whispered in her ear.
He put one of her hands on his knee and somewhat reluctantly she lifted her ass. He quickly positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her cunt. Ash froze above him, the head of his cock snuggled in the warm folds of her sex, his shaft ready to spear into her as she hovered above him. Hanging on in fear she was unable to let herself slide down his pole. Then she almost screamed as Roger started singing to the song on the radio.
"Everybody has a dark side
Do you love me?"
Even with mine?"
Ash was gripped with terror as Roger casually started talking to Ross as if there was not a care in the world, discussing the philosophy of the song, his fingers tickling her pussy. Gradually she tired. It was too much for her. Her mind and body were on fire as she slowly lowered herself onto him. She felt the resistance as she struggled to take the head into her body, then suddenly it was in and she slowly slid down the length of his shaft. "Jesus, he's bigger than Ross," was her first rational thought as she lowered herself all the way onto him. Their sin complete.
"Do you love me?"
"Can you love mine?" he sang quietly to her.
Roger was in heaven. He used the motion of the car to maintain a steady friction. And as she relaxed she started moving her hips back and forth increasing their pleasure. His hands were roaming over Ash's body and she made a small groan as Roger squeezed her nipple hard.
Roger leaned in close to Ash's ear.
"Your cunt is wet mom." He whispered in her ear.
And he felt her body tense. She didn't move but her heart was thumping alarmingly in her chest. Her cunt tightened on his shaft.
Ash's throat was dry. She dare not move or say anything.
Ash was surprised to find that she was breathing.
"You're getting wetter mom, oh yeah, I think you're really enjoying this," he said a minute later.
And she felt herself blushing with embarrassment as she recognised the truth.
He reached between her legs and played with her pussy.
"Christ this is hot," he whispered in her ear.
Ash responded by leaning into him and nibbling his ear lobe.
Inevitably Ash realised that her body was in orgasm mode. She bit down on her lip as she felt the waves of passion build beyond control and her body was wracked with wave after wave of bliss. As she came down from her high she felt Roger's cock stiffen before he spasmed and his balls filled her dripping cunt with his sperm.
It was awkward but she lifted off him and he wiped his sperm from their union with his jocks. When they drew up at home Ash gave Roger a box to carry and instructed him to take it inside, following closely behind and leaving Ross to empty the car.
Leaning back against a cupboard, Ash was embarrassed as she looked at Roger. She ran her fingers through her hair. "Baby, I'm sorry for what happened. I should never have let it go as far as it did. I'm your mother for Christ sake. Look, it was nice, actually it was wonderful, but it was so wrong. It's incest, it's taboo. I'm supposed to teach you morals. It happened, it shouldn't have, but it can never happen again sweetheart. Do you understand that? It can never happen again," she said solemnly.
Roger smiled and moved in front of her. For a moment he just stood, not moving then she gasped in surprise as he quickly slipped his hand under her skirt and flipped it up exposing her slim legs and pussy. He knelt down on one knee, gently parting her legs he pushed his face between her legs and licked her pussy. She tried to wriggle away from him but he held her to him as his tongue flicked across her clit. She let out a slow moan as he thrust the point of his tongue deep inside her moist hole and they both knew that he wouldn't stop.
"Oh god, no, please stop Roger," she said in a whisper, afraid to make a noise that would attract her husband's attention.
"Roger, please, no more, oooooooh god," she moaned as he sucked on her tender clit.
Then she froze as she heard a bang and a curse from outside.
"Jesus Christ," she heard, then a lapse. "Fucking lazy kid. Roger, where the fuck are you?" Ross yelled.
Ash opened the small window, angry at Ross' comments and attitude.
"He's with me ... cleaning up inside and I want him to finish. Do you have a problem with that?" she retorted and smiled as she heard Roger stifle a laugh at her play on words. And she opened her legs further to give him better access as his tongue probed her clit and his fingers delved into her womanly treasure chest.
She watched as Ross looked around him at the load in the car, daring him to answer back.
"Ah ... You will have to unload by yourself. I need Roger for a while and I don't want him to rush, I want him to do the job properly."
"You heard you mom, Roger, make sure she's satisfied," he said.
"Yes dad, I'm right into it," Roger said, thrusting deeper into Ash, his fingers and tongue teasing her clit mercilessly.
"Oh, it doesn't matter. If you want something done then you're better off doing it yourself anyway," Ross muttered to himself.
"Yep, if you want it done properly then do it yourself," Roger mused as he buried his face in her cunt.
Ash couldn't help the low moan that escaped her lips as Roger rasped his teeth over her clit. She could feel a tremble in her legs as he coated his fingers in their love juice before placing his middle finger on her anus. She was tense as he circled her virgin ring before he gently inserted a finger into her. It was all she could do not to cry out in passion as she experienced her second orgasm of the day.
Roger gave Ash a kiss. "I'll be back for tea, got something I have to do," he said and quickly slipped outside. He returned a few minutes later. Ash was unsure of the smile on his face as they all sat down to eat their tea. Roger watched with amusement as Ross gulped his tea down, oblivious to the double dose of Flaxidex male sex suppressant that Roger had mixed into his food. Not to mention the sleeping tablets crushed into his beer.Ash was thankful that Ross went to bed early. As they heard him go to bed Roger sidled up next to Ash.
"Roger," she said nervously.
"It's ok," he said, "He will be asleep before you know it," he said knowingly as he placed an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. He quickly freed a breast and took her nipple in his mouth.
"Not here, please. If he comes through..." she said in a panic.
Ash stared at Roger as he chuckled. "I don't think he's coming anytime soon," he retorted.
Taking her by the hand he led her through to his bedroom and locked the door. In spite of everything Ash was nervous, this was planned and it was incest. Roger took his time. For an hour he simply played with her body, stroking and kissing her. When he moved above her she was ready for him and spread her legs willingly. By the time Ross had settled into a steady sleep Roger was pumping her cunt and by the time he started to snore Ash's virgin ass was under threat. Roger pulled his slick cock from her cunt and placed the head at her puckered anus. Gently he pushed, taking the resistance. He dipped his cock into her cunt again, spreading her lubrication, pushing against her natural resistance before she let out a low moan as her sphincter collapsed and the head of his cock pushed into her.
He waited then started thrusting, burying his cock in her before commencing a strong, rhythmic thrusting. "Oh god, that's beautiful," she moaned as his cock stimulated the nerve endings in her ass. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh," she moaned in time with each thrust before she cried out as she felt her body bursting with pleasure as she experienced her first anal orgasm. She delighted as she felt Roger quicken his pace and reached between her legs fondling his balls as he filled her bowels with his seed. Turning she kissed him passionately.
If Ash thought it was a one off affair she was delighted as she discovered that Roger had an insatiable sex drive. When Ross left for work the following morning Roger took Ash to his bedroom and they started the first of their daily morning sex adventures. Moreover he was constantly at her grabbing her ass, tickling her pussy, groping her boobs, giving her long, hot kisses. He took her anywhere bending her over the back of the couch, from behind at the sink, in the shower, there was barely a minute that he wasn't doing something to her: she loved it.
Roger was feeding Ross Flazidex in his breakfast and dinner. Inevitably Ross's sex drive wilted and died. Ash had no idea why, didn't care, she was pleased. She was surprised when he didn't want sex the following night. She didn't know what to think when he continued to show no interest. It was no surprise and no loss when after an argument they separated. As he walked out for the last time she felt free for the first time in her life. She fell to her knees in front of her son, pulled his shorts down and took his cock willingly into her mouth.
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