Chapitre 2793: @2
I awoke to sunlight and the sound of someone gently knocking on our caravan door. Our legs were entwined, my mother's pussy glued to my thigh and sleepily she rubbed her eyes before smiling at my presence and I'm sure, memories of the night before. The knocking came again and I extracted myself from her hold to answer our early morning visitor.
I recognised the man as one of the other campers and seeing me wearing only my boxers he apologised for potentially waking me.
"We've got a flat battery you see," he explained his intrusion and after mentioning his desire to hit the road early I assured him I'd be over shortly to help.
With the door closed behind me I set my eyes again on my mother, naked, beautiful, her legs swinging off the edge of the bunk.
"I've got to go and help this guy," I stated, her eyes drifting down to my growing erection.
"I heard Honey," she smiled. "It's ok, you go play with your friends. I'll make us some breakfast and start packing up the van."
She reached for a hair tie and ran her fingers through her strands to tie it back in a pony tail, her breasts lifting, her neck exposed and in a hurry to get on the road or not, there was no way I was leaving the van before kissing her. Climbing up onto my bed I lunged between her legs and to the accompaniment of her squealing, pushed her back on the mattress.
"I love you so much Mum," I admitted as I kissed her neck, her jaw and onto her mouth. Her legs wrapped around me as my cock ground into her pussy.
"My beautiful boy, I know you do," she sighed. "I can feel it."
Whether she was referring to my cock or emotionally, I cared not; all I wanted was to be inside her but an impatient cough from outside the caravan brought us back to matters at hand.
I leaned back and grimaced.
"It's alright," Mum soothed me. "Go on, we've got all the time in the world."
I climbed off her and found my clothes and keys but as I drove across to our irritating neighbour I thought of what she said. We didn't have all the time in the world. We had roughly seven days remaining until we were expected back in Adelaide. Linking the jumper cables between cars I looked back at our campsite and saw Mum at the card table setting up breakfast. She was wearing the denim shorts I'd cut back to an obscene length and not much more.
I'd make those seven days count.
*
The Confessions
Facing each other, sitting sideways at a picnic table, Mum leaned back undoing the button of her shorts and loosened the zip. "Ooh, I've eaten too much," she moaned as her untanned paler skin came into view along with the tip of her pubic hair.
My eyes, having been feasting up until then on her spread thighs and bulge of pubic mound, now welded to the sight of this new addition.
"You're not wearing any knickers!" I observed and she giggled at my assertion.
"You've only just noticed?"
It was true. I'd had ample time to acknowledge the fact; watching her as we packed up the campsite; stroking her buttocks as we walked around a small museum in a town we passed through; grinding my cock against her as we ordered our lunch in a fish and chip shop, our behaviour in public like that of a new couple as opposed to mother and son.
"I can't wear any anyway, you cut them so high!" She remarked as she followed my eyes down to her crotch, parting the fly further to reveal more pubic hair.
"Oh, sorry," I feigned an apology.
"Oh no I don't mind," she quickly reassured me. "I love them. I don't think I can wear them around your father..." It was the first time we'd discussed him since things had changed and we both looked in the other's eyes. "...but maybe I can keep them at your house?"
She was overtly hinting things would continue when we returned home and I moved in closer upon hearing her words, my knees touching her inner thighs.
"I'd like that," I admitted and her face leaned in towards me, my lips meeting hers. My eyes closed as we kissed and I felt her hand touch mine, lifting it to press to her belly.
My fingertips making contact with pubes, I ran them downwards, combing through her thick bush until I reached her labia, the hair wet around the upper lips. We were alone in a roadside rest stop just outside of town and here I was, fingering my mother in public as though we were both eager first loves, stealing moments to explore sexually.
A car slowly approached on the gravel and Mum broke our kiss, leaning back as she watched their traversal. I made to pull my hand from her sex but she stopped me, merely lifting a thigh to obscure the act from the strangers. I too followed their path, watching them stop nearby and seeing a family disembark and head to a picnic table. When I looked back at Mum she was biting her lip, smiling at me.
"What did you do with them?"
The question came out of the blue but I knew exactly what she was talking about. Her panties. The catalyst for what was happening at that moment, my hand down her shorts, my fingers sliding around on her clitoris.
"You really want to know?" I felt my face redden, regardless of our relationship, still embarrassed by my actions.
Her breathing was uneven as I stimulated her, her nipples erect through her light grey tank top. With flushed cheeks, she nodded at me to go on.
"I found them in the laundry, they were still warm..."
"I must have just taken them off," she interrupted, moving her hips around on my hand.
"I took them to the bathroom to...use."
"What did you do?" Mum gripped the bench behind her, pushing her pussy harder onto my hand, a finger sliding inside.
"I smelt them!" I admitted
"You did?" She exclaimed, seemingly delighted with the revelation, now her face the one to blush.
I nodded. "I jerked off with them then pressed to my face. I imagined it was you."
"Oh Baby," she sighed. "I noticed them gone you know? I hoped it was you that had taken them."
"You did?"
She nodded and I relaxed my action between her legs to allow her to elaborate.
"A mother notices things Honey," she confided. "Her son's eyes maybe lingering a little too long on her breasts. Possibly peeking up Mummy's skirt when you think she doesn't notice? Ring any bells?"
I joined her in again blushing.
"And a mother certainly knows when a pair of her panties goes missing," she added. "I found them you know; in your room."
It was a part of the story I wasn't au fait with and she quickly went on.
"Behind the couch in your room. For that one moment I was so happy, and then of course your father saw them. The rest you know."
"Not really," I stated, pulling my fingers from inside her but retaining them on her bush. "Not why you didn't defend me if you weren't upset?"
Mum turned her head seemingly in shame before looking back at me with tears growing in her eyes.
"What was I to do?" She asked and I had no answer. "Say I was ok with you doing that? That I was happy to have my son thinking about me sexually? How do you think that would've gone down?"
I moved in immediately, taking my hand from her crotch and wrapping my arms around her to show I understood the impossible situation I'd placed her in.
"Mum, it doesn't matter any more," I told her, holding her tight. She moved into my embrace, lifting herself onto my lap, my erection pressing her groin.
"I never wanted you to leave Baby," she confessed. "I wanted you there, to look at my boobs, to look up my skirt, fuck, to sniff my panties. Whenever you wanted."
I'd never heard my mother say "fuck" before and the sound of it turned me on.
"That whole week when my panties were missing I imagined what you were doing with them. I played with myself at night beside your father! Did you notice the clothing I wore that week?" Now that the floodgates were open she seemed more than eager to fill me in and memories came back to me of the days afterward, memories that had fuelled my desire for her. "I wore the shortest skirts I owned, the tightest pants. I left panties out for you! Do you remember a pair I left in the bathroom?"
It was like a bolt from the blue. Everything she said came with visions of the week. I remembered the panties in the bathroom. White and lacy. At the time thinking it strange they were on the vanity without any of her other clothing. I remembered the skirts, a pair of spandex bike shorts I couldn't recall having seen her wear since the eighties. At the time, all masturbatory stimulation. If only I had known she was doing it for me. Everything would've been different.
"We wasted so much time," I conceded as we kissed, her pussy grinding against my hard-on.
"No more," Mum added. "There's no reason we can't be together Baby." And as if she was reading my mind as I kissed her neck she followed it up. "We'll work around your father, don't worry. We'll figure something out."
They were the words I was wishing for. That even when we made it back to Adelaide our love would go on. A football bounced near to us and rolled close to the Land Cruiser.
"Why do we keep being interrupted?" Mum laughed as a child's footfalls drew closer and we were forced to subdue our lovemaking.
"It's just giving me more to look forward to," I tempered and helped Mum to her feet in the act of doing up her shorts.
I picked up the footy and kicked it back to the child with their thanks and following Mum to the 4WD took the opportunity to playfully smack her bottom as she climbed up, half her buttock exposed below the denim. How had I not realised she wasn't wearing panties, I wondered!?
*
The Caravan Park
We pulled into the caravan park early evening and after a light meal made our way to the shower blocks in the diminishing light.
'Closed for cleaning,' the sign read on the door to the male toilets and I slumped my shoulders, looking forward to a regular shower.
Mum put her hand around my arm, pulling me away. "Just come into the ladies," she suggested, hastening towards the doorway.
"I don't know," I countered and she acquiesced by dropping my arm and gesturing for me to wait a moment as she entered alone.
Less than five seconds later she re-emerged motioning me to follow. The toilet block was empty, five toilet cubicles one side, the same number of showers the other. Mum, carrying her towel and toiletry bag entered a shower stall and I chose the adjacent before she backed up.
"What are you doing?" She asked quizzically.
"Um, showering!" I replied, unsure of what she meant.
"Ah, no you don't," she chuckled, again taking me by the arm. "Come in here with me."
My cock responded before I did at the prospect of showering with my mother, hardening, but I baulked.
"But I have to do some things," I attempted to explain and she furrowed her brow.
"Like what?"
"Um, shave."
"Well you can do that in here with me," she matter of factly stated.
"I mean, down there," I dropped my eyes to my groin, the stubble having begun to irritate me in the last day.
A wide grin came over her face. "Well that you can definitely do in here with me!" She laughed as she pulled me into the shower stall and closed the door behind us.
There was a small bench and hangers for clothing which Mum made use of as she quickly removed her top followed by her bra. Her denim shorts were being lowered as I lifted my t-shirt and when I laid eyes on her again, my mother was naked.
I had no qualms about dropping my shorts, proud of the erection that sprung forth standing at a 45 degree angle, aimed directly at her face.
"Goodness, you don't waste any time," she smiled at how quickly I'd become hard before turning and stepping into the shower. Mum placed her shampoo and other soaps on a shelf and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature as I allowed myself a few strokes of my cock as I admired her arse. It felt like we'd been together forever, so comfortable we had become being naked before each other and I realised it was only natural. We were family, it was understandable we'd be relaxed. I gathered my shaving crème and razor and joined her in the stall, placing them on the shelf before reaching out and planting both hands on her hips.
Satisfied with the water, Mum turned, my hands following as the spray hit the back of her head and over her shoulders. She pulled me into her and my cock pressed to her belly, her mouth turning up to accept mine, welcoming my tongue. Her breasts pushed hard against my chest, water forming a reservoir between us in her cleavage. My hands explored her shoulders, her back, her bum before she broke the embrace.
"Let me wash you," she almost pleaded as she reached for soap, pressing her sponge against my chest. Soapy water cascaded down my body, my cock a lighthouse amid white waves. She responded to its presence by dropping a hand and caressing my balls, the feeling indescribable.
"Why do you shave them?" She whispered as she soaped my arms, lifting them one by one between kisses.
I wanted to tell her everything, to be nothing secret between us. "It makes it look bigger I'm told," I admitted and she smiled.
"Darling, you have nothing to worry about, believe me," she assured me. "Can I watch?"
I wasted no time, filling my palm with crème before Mum offered her services, taking the foam and applying it lavishly to my groin from navel to thighs, masturbating me with the lubricating soap. If I thought her massaging my balls felt good, it was nothing on this. Voices, entered the toilet block and Mum quickly looked up, raising a finger to her lips and I used the opportunity to begin my shave. It may not have looked attractive but Mum seemed fascinated by the display as I began on my pubic bone, dextrously moving down to my balls. Toilets flushed and the conversation between the women faded as they thankfully left the block.
Mum leaned back against the tiled wall casually soaping her torso, her attention primarily on her breasts as her eyes fixed on my cock. I finished up awkwardly shaving between my legs and was surprised to see my mother with a hand between her own when next I looked at her. Casually masturbating, her eyes devouring my now smooth still erect penis. She looked up into my eyes as the water washed away the excess soap on my thighs. "Now do me!" She ordered.
"What?" I replied, astonished.
"I want to be just like you," she elaborated, filling her palm with shaving crème.
Out of the flow of water, she pressed her hand to her groin and slathered the foam over her pubic mound and down between her thighs. The sight so attractive I couldn't help but take my cock in hand and stroke myself.
"Hey, that's my job," Mum declared, focusing me on the razor and relieving my hand from my cock.
Again we kissed, her tongue wantonly exploring my mouth as her fist slowly pumped my length.
"What will Dad say when he sees you?" I managed to sigh as our bodies slid together, the shaving crème lubricating our connection.
Mum looked me in the eyes, our kiss broken. "He hasn't seen me naked for a year!"
A year, I thought. About the time everything went down. Mum leaned her shoulders back against the wall and signalling she wanted me to begin shaving her, I dropped to my knees, re-lathering the area that had been smeared. Her feet spread wide, her groin pushed out obscenely towards my face, I pressed the razor to her mound and stroked, the skin beneath exposed, smooth and pale. A deep breath exhaled from her lungs as she looked down at her quickly becoming hairless pussy. Hands placed upon her breasts as she squeezed her engorged nipples, softly moaning when my fingers brushed her clitoris.
Her pubic bone done, she lifted a foot onto my shoulder as I delicately shaved lower, her barely protruding labia making the task a simple one. Cupping a handful of water I splashed and wiped her crotch before moving in and planting a kiss upon her now bald pussy mound.
Leaving my lips on her skin I looked up into her face, her mouth open, her eyes expectant, almost pleading and I didn't disappoint. Kissing again I went lower, meeting her upper labia, my tongue darting out to find her clit then flattening, licking her fully before sucking on her little button. Bending my neck I went lower, my tongue entering her body, her juices flowing freely into my mouth as her hands found the back of my head and pressed me further into her. The little I was doing seemed to be working, as with just my tongue inserted and my lip pressing her clit, Mum began sighing, her hips working her cunt against my mouth.
I wrapped a hand around my rock hard erection and masturbated as I fucked her vagina with my tongue, or more to the point, she fucked my face! Her pussy grinding from nose to jaw, my tongue licking clit, pussy, even her arsehole as her orgasm approached. My knees grew sore on the hard tiles but I would've endured the pain an eternity if accompanied by such incestuous eroticism. I could feel my own climax beckoning and with amazing willpower, withdrew my hand to prevent the explosion as my mother came upon my face.
Her legs wobbled around me, her hands pulled my head harder into her crotch and with my tongue buried to the hilt, my jaw hurting it was inserted so far, I felt her vaginal walls twitching around me. My mouth filling with her sweet excess fluid. Her moan silenced as she held her breath, her body convulsing with each pulse of pleasure. Finally she eased the pressure on the back of my head, allowing me to breathe as she lifted me from the floor. Back into the flow of water we stepped, my cock between her legs, her mouth seeking my own.My mother's tongue sought out the taste of her own vagina, her own cum from my lips as we kissed. She raised a thigh onto my hip and I lifted her, the head of my penis touching her entrance as a knock came from the door.
"Are you nearly finished in there?" A woman's voice rang though the shower block. "I need to clean."
We didn't answer, the shock of her presence taking us both by surprise, both wondering how long she'd been there. How much she'd heard.
"Um, almost done," Mum offered and we broke our embrace.
"We have water restrictions you know!" The woman endured, still outside the door as we hurriedly exited the shower with our toiletries. I wrapped a towel around my waist but nothing would hide the fact I was erect and apparently not going down any time soon. Mum did the same and we opened the door to our grumpy cleaner, seemingly not surprised there were two of us emerging.
"Well that's why we were showering together," Mum countered before taking me by the hand. "My son and I!"
At that the woman's face conveyed shock and with her slack jaw following us, Mum and I hurriedly left the block.
Laughing like a disobedient schoolgirl, Mum was loosening the towel around her body even before I unlocked the camper-van. We dropped our belongings on the floor as I backed her onto my bed and with spread legs she lay down before me. My towel removed, Mum stared at my still hard cock as I climbed between her thighs, sitting up on her elbows as she watched its trajectory towards her now bald vagina.
Pressing the head to her, I paused before penetration and her face turned up to mine. The moment we'd waited a year for prolonged seconds further, until our eyes were locked, before I moved in. So slowly I entered, my thickness easing apart her folds, filling her tunnel. My chest lowered onto her breasts and my mouth met hers as my length completed its journey, my pelvic bone to hers, our bodies finally as one.
Mum's legs wrapped around me and I lifted my knees up onto the mattress hugging her hips. With arms around her back, we couldn't be any closer and I'd never felt so completely in touch with another person. It was truly as if we were connected. A tear ran from the corner of her eye and noting my look of concern, she pulled my head into her and whispered in my ear.
"It's okay Darling," she soothed. "I'm just so happy."
Kissing below her own ear, I eased almost all the way out of her before penetrating a second time. When I looked in her eyes once more there were no tears, replaced with a fierce determination.
"That's right Baby," Mum stated. "Time to fuck me!"
My first real thrust rocked the van, setting the scene for what would follow. Plunging deep with every ram, her slick vagina accommodating and welcoming my intrusion. Fucking her hard, Mum's head pushed up against the cushioned backrest and we had to reset, rolling me onto my back and mounting me cowgirl. I ran my hands along her thighs and she took possession of them, lifting them up her body to press to her breasts, her nipples rubbery against my palms then between my fingers as I pulled at them.
Dropping forward Mum dove her tongue between my lips and I held her arse, spreading the cheeks and imagining what it would look like from behind, her little arsehole pouting, my cock stretching her vagina below. The mental, along with the physical stimulation progressing my orgasm. To be honest, I was amazed I'd held off this long, Mum continuing to hump me, grinding her clit on my pubic bone, lifting and plunging upon my engorged dick.
I rolled her over and whist still fucking, coyly whispered my admission in her ear.
"Oh God, yes Baby," she laughed. "Do it in me, it's what I've been waiting for."
I turned my face to look in her eyes, still slowly thrusting, my hands either side of her head.
"Are you sure?" I asked, concerned.
Again her face lit up with humour. "Let me worry about that Darling," she explained and pulled my mouth to hers, kissing and whispering. "You're going to cum inside your mother like a good boy aren't you?"
"Yes," I breathed.
"What?" She asked.
"I'm gonna cum," I reiterated, increasing my thrusts once more, now no longer concerned.
"Where Baby?" She huffed.
"Inside you. I'm gonna cum inside you Mum," I stated, lifting up onto my balled fists and looking down at my penetrating dick, slick with juice.
Mum again lifted onto her elbows to watch the show, her legs spread wide as I fucked her.
"Kiss me Honey," she begged. "Kiss me while you cum."
My mouth on hers, my balls slapping her arse, my cock plunging rapidly inside inside her.
I felt the first surge and held my breath as my mother bit down on my tongue, sucking it into her mouth as I shot cum into her pussy. Again and again I released inside her. Nineteen years in the making, my desire for her made real in the form of semen. My cum the most honest declaration of my devotion, of a son's love for his mother.
She released my tongue to admit she could feel it. "Oh my baby, I can feel it inside me, filling me," she praised.
I felt drained as the final spurts left my body to enter hers. My arms weak as they supported me, eventually relinquishing and falling down onto her chest where she took me in her arms, my cock still hard, still inside her.
We lay silent, still. Her hands gently stroking my back to give me goosebumps, kisses on my head before moving to my mouth.
"I love you so much," Mum whispered and I returned the sentiment, my dick pulsing inside her as if seconding my assertion.
Who knows how long we lay there? Bodies wrapped in the others. No need for a sheet in the warm air, no desire to do anything else but touch one another, to love.
"Was that all you'd hoped it to be?" Mum kissed my ear.
"And more," I chuckled.
The hours had melted away, no longer any sound from other caravans in the park, residents long asleep.
"What you said," I stroked Mum's hair in the darkness. "In the shower, about Dad not seeing you naked. Was that true?"
"I would never lie to you Cody," she blankly stated.
"But why?"
For a moment she paused before rolling onto her back, her breasts catching the little light on the bunk, nipples erect.
"I wore them again!" She informed me. "A day after you put my panties back in the laundry, I put them back on. Your father was horrified when he saw me. Couldn't believe I hadn't thrown them away what with the connotations linked to them. What we both believed you must have used them for."
I felt myself go red, still embarrassed about my fetish being discovered even a year later.
Mum sat up on her elbow and looked at me.
"He said he was more disgusted with me than you!"
"Mum!" I exclaimed, shocked my actions had led to this, reaching out and touching her hip. "I'm so sorry."
"I wasn't," she assured me, pressing her hand onto mine. "It was a revelation. I had a husband that was repulsed by me and a son that was infatuated by me to the point he would...well," she laughed. "We both know what you did with my knickers!"
I saw you wearing them the other day," I admitted. "When we walked to the waterhole."
Mum again laughed and climbed atop me, her bare pussy on my pubic bone.
"I hoped you would," she giggled. "You don't know how much I wanted to take off my shorts and join you for a swim but I wanted to be sure."
"Are you sure now?" I raised my hands and held her breasts.
Mum reached behind and pressed my hardening cock between her buttocks, grinding against my erection.
"Oh, I'm sure," she whispered.
*
The Wide Open Road
My father called for me as I tried to avoid him in the house, walking from one room to the next as he entered. There was anger in his tone, his voice distant, like coming down a phone line. I opened the door to my parents room and closed it behind me, relaxing somewhat that he wouldn't think to look in there. I spied the dresser, the top drawer partly open and knowing its contents, advanced upon it immediately.
My mother's panties and bras. All colours, every material. My cock hardened at the very sight, fully erect when I took the satin in my hand. Two pairs; the blue I'd loved so much and a red pair that strangely felt warm, wet. My father pounded on the door as I wrapped them around my dick and turned to look at the bed. Mum. Naked. Her legs spread. Watching me masturbating with her underwear.
"I'll do that for you Darling," she whispered, all the while Dad struggled to open the door, banging...
I woke up sweaty, the sun already baking the vinyl screen around the bunk of the camper-van. Looking down my naked body, Mum, between my spread legs, lifted her mouth off my erection with a slurp and a grin.
"Sorry, I couldn't wait for you to wake," she attempted an apology for sucking me off in my sleep. "Did I wake you?"
I heard the horn of a freight train close by, the rattle of the wheels across the sleepers explaining the knocking I'd heard in my dream.
"No, I was dreaming," I explained, throwing an arm behind my head to help in watching my mother. My penis was slick with saliva, her hand wrapped around the base. Smiling, she again placed her mouth around the head and pulled me into her. "God that feels good," I complimented her actions as my cock hit the back of her throat, her hand jerking the shaft.
With a gagging sound she lifted off, a trail of spit following her movement keeping the connection between her lips and my penis. "Want to tell me about it?"
"It's not important," I shook my head and reached out for her. "Come here."
Climbing along my body, her journey ended when her groin met mine. I clasped her arse with both hands as she directed me inside her and descended on my cock.
"Mmm, I love you Mum," I sighed as her breasts pressed my chest, her wet lips planting a kiss upon me.
"And I," she squeezed her vagina around my cock. "Love you."
Only a little over a day from home and far from the tropical north, the hot desert wind picked up, hitting the side of the camper-van and reminded me why we were cutting our journey short.
"You're not disappointed we'll get home earlier?" I whispered in her ear as she casually rocked her pelvis on me.
Sweat was forming between us and she sat up, running a hand between her breasts to accentuate the fact. "I need air conditioning Honey," she conceded. "To hell with your father's route. So I won't get to see some of the country I'd wished, to not be sweating in bed...for all the wrong reasons!" she added, with another squeeze of her pelvic floor. "It'll be worth it."
*
By heading further inland and bypassing Victoria, we would be home two days earlier than expected. The highway we traveled on was little trafficked and freight laden road-trains seemed to be our only companions as we drove. With the temperature gauge reading 40degrees outside, our road speed sitting on 100km per hour and my mother relaxing beside me watching the distinct lack of scenery of the desert, the sudden blast of a tyre blowout took us entirely by surprise. The steering wheel battled me as I gently applied the brakes, adrenaline surging through me and the camper-van wobbling behind us as I managed to cautiously bring the 4WD to a stop on the roadside.
"Fuck!" I released as I turned off the engine, Mum looking in the side mirror to see which side had punctured.
The angle of the camper-van in the rearview told me it was on the passenger side and with a still rapidly beating heart, stepped out into the hot desert sun.
Walking around the front of the car I was joined by Mum as she stepped out.
"I was going to ask you to stop anyway," she chuckled, running a hand down my arm as I passed. "I need to pee!"
I looked at our surroundings, fenceless, the desert stretching off into the distance in a heat haze.
"Good luck finding a tree!" I laughed, heading to the rear of the van to retrieve the spare tyre, stopping to look back at her response.
"Hmm, you're right," she furrowed her brow, raising an arm to shade her eyes from the sun. "Oh well," she stated, dropping her hands and taking hold of the front of her dress. "Guess I'll just have to go here."
It was now I who shaded their eyes as I watched my mother's pussy come into view in the sunlight. Her dress raised above her waist, I hadn't even been aware she wasn't wearing panties until then; her bald pubic bone jutted out, legs parted as still standing, she released a torrent of piss to flow out in an arc onto the dusty earth below.
"Oh Jesus," I marvelled at her audacity as with my penis hardening I took in the beauty amid her depravity. A puddle forming and running away between her legs, her sudden golden shower nurturing the desert until the stream decreased, a small burst and then only drips.
"What?" She coyly smiled at me, her eyes dropping to my erection plain as day in the sunlight.
"Nothing," I laughed as I focused my attention on the tyre, looking to get the job over as quick as possible.
"Can I do anything?" Mum enquired as I placed the jack beneath the van and turned my attention onto the wheel nuts.
"Maybe just stand in the sun, give me some cover?" I suggested and watched her shade move over me, the transparency of her dress alongside her legs alluring, even in shadow form.
The nuts were tighter than expected and I found myself sweating before too long, eventually succeeding and jacking up the van. It wasn't until I'd placed on the spare that I noticed Mum had left her post and looking left to right failed to see her anywhere.
Completing my task I tightened the wheel nuts, put away the jack and wheel and wiping my hands on a rag I found in the back of the Land Cruiser joined up with Mum where she stood leaning against the front bull bar, pensively looking off down the road.
"What's up?"
She turned her eyes to me and I could see tears welling.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked, concerned.
"Just being silly," she explained. "Thinking." I watched as she dabbed at her eye with a knuckle. "I'll be at home this time tomorrow, today if we pushed it." She reached out and took my hand. "And you'll be back at your flat."
"I don't have to be," I quickly added. "Dad still won't be home for a few days.."
"And then?" Mum interrupted. "What then?"
I didn't really have an answer. In my head I'd envisaged her visiting regularly. We'd fuck in my bed, in my shower, on my couch. But now she was actually raising it, did it seem that feasible? How could she even find the time to sneak around behind my father's back? Was it fair, to either of them?
"All I know is I want to be with you Mum," I offered.
"For how long?" She fired back quickly but without malice. "I'm nearly thirty years older than you Cody," she declared.
I moved in quick, stooping to look directly in her eyes, my body against hers.
"Desire doesn't have an age Mum," I sagely made up on the spot. "Love doesn't have a time limit," I added and it seemed to melt away her anxiety.
"Oh fuck, I want you Cody," she breathed. "I want you inside me."
"And you'll always have me," I reassured her.
"No," she hissed, reaching down to the waist of my shorts. "I want you now!"
"What?" I questioned, looking back over my shoulder at the empty highway. "Here?"
"Yes," she insisted, my belt undone, fly unzipped.
Her lips were on my neck as she allowed my shorts to fall to the road, my cock swelling as I felt her raising her dress. Our mouths connected, breaking the kiss momentarily as I helped her raise her white cotton dress up over her head and threw it onto the bonnet. Her hand was on my dick, coaxing it to hardness by rubbing it against her slick hot pussy. Feeling over-dressed before my now naked mother, I lifted up my t-shirt and dropped it along with my shorts below me.
On a desert roadside, the height of summer in the Australian outback, my mother and I were naked, making out like the lovers we'd seemed destined to become. I hugged her body to mine, my hands exploring her back, her boobs, her arse. She raised a hip up onto mine and bending slightly at the knee, I allowed my cock to enter her. Throwing her head back, she exposed her breasts which I hungrily lavished with kisses before greedily taking a nipple in my mouth and sucking.
"Oh yes Cody," she moaned. "Suck my tits Baby."
I did as commanded and worked my way across to the other, milking her with my lips, my tongue massaging her nipple erect.
Fucking was proving awkward in the position and I broke my hold, pulling my cock from her as I turned her body. With one hand holding the bull bar, Mum used the other to spread a buttock, exposing her arsehole and dripping pink pussy below. I needed no further stimulus as I aimed my granite pylon at her opening and pushed. Filling her. Her cunt as if moulded to accommodate my cock only, perfectly matched.
I looked down as I pulled out to see my now slick shaft leaving her body, glistening and lubricated by her love for me. A mother's love for her son; before re-entering, plunging with force back inside her, my dick back home, back where it felt most safe.
"Fuck me Baby," she yelled back to me. "Make me cum all over your cock."
I dropped forward and took a breast in one hand, reaching around and finding her clit with the other. This pleased her and she began grunting with every thrust, pushing her bum back into me as I fucked her.
"Harder Cody," she ordered, my groin slapping her arse the only noise for miles bar the hot wind passing through the wheels of the car. "Fuck me harder."
I gripped the bull bar with both hands for leverage and increased my rate, my cock jack-hammering inside her. I felt her fingers press the underside of my erection as she masturbated herself, encouraging her own orgasm as I felt my own approaching, praying I could hold off until she finished. Someone must have been watching me from above as Mum's grunting ceased and her body shook below me. She leaned back and turned her head for me to kiss her and I again held her breasts as her orgasm swept through her body.
Still thrusting at the hips, the sound of a horn approached from behind. Gabriel's trumpet, I mused as I felt my orgasm release inside her. Again and again, I thrust. Penetrating with each surge of cum, quantifying internally what I declared on the outside. "I love you so much Mum," I assured her as the blast of the truck's horn blared once more. The engine noise and finally the surge of air pressure as the speed of the three trailer road-train swept by us in a fury of dust and tumult.
Finally my orgasm subsiding, I held her tight until the air cleared, her pussy finished convulsing, eventually easing my dripping cock from her in a cascade of our combined juices.
"That just happened," Mum grinned at our public display of incest.
"We hadn't seen another car in half an hour!" I added, smiling at the irony.
She kissed me out of the blue as I reached for her dress from the front of the 4WD. "I love you too," she reaffirmed my mid climax declaration, accepting her dress from my hands. "Let's try and get home today," she added. "I want to sleep in my own bed tonight, with you."
*
The Revelation
"Don't go in the driveway," Mum stated as I slowed down outside my family home.
I looked at the two cars parked in the front of the house and only recognised my mother's small sedan.
"Whose is the Laser?" I asked, confused as to what the Ford was doing in the drive.
Mum already had her door open as I came to a stop and as I stepped out of the Land Cruiser to join her, her eyes were fixed on the house, a light visible in the living room.
"Daphne's!" Mum answered and for a moment I didn't place the name before it clicked.
"Dad's receptionist?"
Mum didn't answer as I followed her towards the front door of the house but she didn't need to. I was already making the assumptions I think she had immediately connected, the only reason Daphne's car would be parked at our house.The front door open, I walked in beside her, my father's voice calling from the living room.
"I thought you were going to the toilet, what are you doing at the front door?"
His face displayed his shocked surprise when Mum and I entered the room. I hadn't seen my father shirtless for some time and he'd clearly let himself go, thankfully I didn't have to see his penis as he quickly placed a cushion over his nudity, his face redder than his usual blotched visage.
"Oh shit," he managed as he lifted himself off the couch. "You shouldn't be home for two more days!"
Before Mum or I had a chance to respond, A half dressed Daphne entered from the opposing doorway.
"Who are you talking t...?" She half managed to ask before she noticed us, quickly covering her breasts with the satin robe she paraded.
"Meredith," my father dropped to his knees, searching the floor below him for his shorts. "I, I can explain."
I looked to Mum who was yet to say anything, expecting her to be distraught. On the contrary, she seemed bemused as she looked from my father to Daphne. "So there was no 'emergency' in Prague?"
"Prague? What are you talking about?" Daphne looked down at my father. "Ron, what are they doing here? You said you were divorced."
"Look just let me go and put some clothes on," Dad rose with his underpants, the cushion still fixed over his groin. "And then we can all sit down and work this out."
"Screw that," Daphne turned, leaving the room. "I told you I don't need the hassle right now Ron, I'm going," she shouted back to him, heading towards the bedroom. Following up with a heated, "And don't call me."
"Meredith, Cody, this is all a misunderstanding," my father struggled to explain what we'd walked in on. "We can discuss this, just let me get some clothes."
He made to head towards the door Daphne had exited but was stopped by my mother.
"How long?" She asked, reservedly.
My father's shoulders slumped and he looked defeated.
"I, ah...a year, maybe two."
"You fuck," I lunged toward the man, finally breaking my own silence but Mum grabbed my arm holding me back.
"You can go and get your clothes," Mum allowed and I turned to her.
"Mum, you can't just let him..." She interrupted me before I could finish.
"You can get your clothes and your personal items and you can leave," she added and Dad looked mortified.
"But Meredith, where will I go?"
It was my time to shine. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the key to my flat, handing it over to my forlorn father.
"You can stay at my place until you get yourself settled," I graciously offered before heading to the fridge and retrieving the $400 he'd left for me that I hadn't taken. "This should get you by for the next few days."
"You didn't take the money?" My Dad noted before covering his arse with the cushion as he slumped towards the bedroom. Looking back he avoided my mother's eyes. "Shall I wait and give you a lift back to your flat mate?" He asked me.
"Oh, don't you get it?" Mum answered for me, wrapping her hands around my arm and drawing me into her body suggestively, much as she'd done when watching the kangaroos days before. "Cody's staying here with me."
Dad looked at my arm pressed hard into his wife's breasts and furrowed his brow before slinking out of our presence.
"You didn't take the money?" My mother repeated Dad's question.
I faced her and held her upper arms, pulling her into me until our bodies touched. Knowing she was naked beneath the dress had me hardening, even under the circumstances. "Mum, I would've paid YOU for the last week, I've had so much fun!" I declared and a tear came to her eye.
"Do you reailse what this means Cody? We can be together," she boldly stated and I leaned in and kissed her, unconcerned if my father spied us. "We can actually be together Cody!" She repeated as if to confirm it to herself.
"Forever Mum," I added, kissing her lips and pressing my growing erection hard into her belly, my hands caressing her curves. "We can be together, forever."
The End
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