บท 417: Two Moms, Two Laps, Two Hours p2
byTx Tall Tales©
"A Gatorade would be nice," I said. Then I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. I whispered in her ear. "You might want to get some breath mints."
She nodded. "You don't know the half of it. That stuff doesn't sit well in my stomach. And you had to pump out enough to choke a pro. I'm gonna need some pepto, or alka-seltzer or something. I hope you appreciate it."
I gave her a hug. "I hope to show you how much, in just a little while."
She gave me a peck on the cheek, and I looked over to see that Mom was watching our whole little scene. Busted.
Oh well. I happened to know that she hadn't been the perfect little innocent on that trip either. Not with Colin in the state he must have been in. Even she said it, he had his "hands full."
* * *
After filling the tank, I moved the Jeep and parked in front of the building. Stretching gingerly, I realized I had been more uncomfortable than I'd realized, and my legs were aching.
I hit the head, and found Mom and Dad chatting again. Dad seemed preoccupied. I went over to pass him the keys, and he pulled me to the side.
"Listen Jeremy, I need you to do me a favor."
"Of course. What?"
He looked around briefly. "Your cousin was getting a little too friendly with your mother, on the ride. She's a little nervous over the whole thing. Not that I don't understand how that might happen. We all know how he feels about your mother. She's a handful, and for a young man to have that sitting in his lap for such an extended period, you can see how things might, well, come up." He looked at me very directly to make sure I got the point.
"Colin is still immature in a lot of ways. Sometimes he doesn't have the sense that God gave a goose. I don't think your mother should be sitting with him any longer. Can you switch seats with him? Let his Mother deal with his wandering hands. And other things."
"Of course Dad. Why don't I just say something to him?"
Dad shook his head. "I don't want to if we don't have to. This day was too right, too perfect. To mess it up like that. So far there's no damage done. Just some teenage foolishness. Hell, it's his dream come true. Let's just try to keep it in check."
"Alright. I won't say anything tonight. We'll see about tomorrow. It burns me up thinking about him doing anything to Mom."
It was the truth. Maybe not fair or even sensible, but hey, I'm a teenager, and that's my Mom.
"Let it go, for now. Your mother is handling it. Think you can broach the subject of switching places? Be better if it came from you."
I didn't think Aunt Marie would like to hear me suggesting that. I could see inside the store that Mom and Aunt Marie were huddled together like accomplices planning a crime. They looked pretty animated.
"Sure, Dad. I'll take care of it."
He put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm proud of you son. You took an awkward situation and handled it like a man. It'd be nice if you and Colin could spend more time together. Maybe you'd rub off on him a bit."
I was feeling a little guilty now. If Dad knew that my 'manly' way of handling things was getting a blow-job from my MILF aunt, he might feel differently.
When the Moms came out finally, Aunt Marie was blatant, walking right toward me, Gatorade in hand. She had a beer in her other. There was a definite swing in her step. "Ready for hour two?" she teased.
"Dad wants us to change up the seating," I told her, walking with her around the back of the car, to avoid everyone else.
She looked over at him nervously. "Are we busted?"
"I don't think so, but he's acting pretty damned suspicious. We gotta cool it," I said. Seemed better than saying 'your son got too grabby'.
"Crap," she glanced over at my Dad. "I'll make it up to you later, I promise."
"I'm going to hold you to that." I opened the rear door for her. "Hey Colin. Let's switch, Ok? I want to talk to Mom a bit."
I saw him struggle against the urge to argue, but how could he? "Sure," he finally said, sounding more than a little dejected.
I went over and joined Mom. "That Ok with you, Mom?"
"Of course. I'd love to have a chance to 'chat' with my favorite boy." Her tone had a bit of a challenge to it.
I climbed into the front seat, relieved to have a little more room both at the legs and to the sides.
"Ready for me?" Mom asked.
I patted my lap. "Absolutely."
Mom slid into my lap, and I couldn't help but immediately recall all the things that I'd done with her little sister. Not good. Think of something else or I'd have some serious explaining to do.
"Alright. If traffic isn't a problem, we should be back home in an hour, maybe an hour and a quarter at worst. Everybody settled in?"
"Ready over here," I announced.
"Back here too," Aunt Marie answered.
"Great. We're off." Dad backed out, cranked up his tunes, and we hit the open road.
We were barely back on the blacktop before Mom twisted in her seat, sitting at an angle across my lap, her weight mostly on my right thigh. She leaned against the door, and glared at me.
Crap. This didn't look good. "Everything," she hissed. "You're going to tell me everything Marie did to you."
Funny how she phrased it. Not what I did to her, but what she did to me. I was a little set off by her tone. "Ok, Mom, but you're going to tell me everything that went on up here, that had Dad telling me to switch seats."
Her eyes blazed. "That's none of your damned business! I'm the adult here."
"As am I, Mom, or have you forgotten?"
"Do as your told, young man!" she snapped, loud enough to get Dad's attention.
"What was that Dear?" he asked.
"Nothing honey, we're just chatting," Mom said casually.
"Ok, didn't mean to interrupt," he said. I heard him turn the music up just a bit louder.
I didn't want her angry with me. I knew that I had already pushed things too far. I pulled Mom closer wrapping my arm around her waist, and resting my hand on her leg. She stiffened. "You're right Mom. Sorry. I'll tell you everything. I was just curious, you know? Dad confronting me like that. I almost had a go at Colin."
I could see her anger recede, and her eyes softened. "Don't do that. It wasn't that big a deal, really."
"Ok. I'd still like to hear it, if you don't mind afterwards. But if not, that's Ok too."
She put her hand on mine and nodded. "We'll see. Now start at the beginning."
I explained how much tighter the seating was in back, and how we were boxed in. "Remember how bumpy the road was? We were being bounced around like throw toys."
"How exactly were you seated?" she asked.
She almost leaped out of her skin, when I pulled her back over onto my lap. "We were like this, but her legs were outside of mine, otherwise she'd slide down between my legs."
Mom opened hers a bit, and slid them over mine. "Like this?" she asked.
Our faces were very close, and I could see over her shoulder. "Yeah. And mine were open a bit like this." I showed her. "In the back seat, that wedged her legs in tightly against the door and the gear."
"Not very ladylike," she muttered.
I laughed. "We were just trying to survive at the beginning. I swear. It was almost like a game, really kind of fun, but nothing bad. One time she bounced all the way into the roll-bar, hitting her head. Another time she ended up with her legs sticking out the roof, and her shirt almost up to her armpits. But we just couldn't stop laughing at the absurdity of it."
"I don't know what your father was thinking, driving like that. It was almost as bad up here," she admitted.
"I barely got her sitting up and mostly dressed again, before she was dumped on the floor, and all I could see was legs and panties. After that I reached around her waist, like this, and hung onto her, so she wouldn't get launched again. It helped a little, but when we hit that really big hole we were practically turned on our heads, and I grabbed her so she wouldn't get hurt, and that's when the trouble started."
"Details, Rotten! Everything, understood? Don't you dare leave anything out." She was scary serious.
I nodded. "She got twisted sideways, kind of like this," I adjusted Mom to the side a bit, "and when we settled down, I had my hand between her legs, and I was hanging onto her boob."
I moved my hand down to her leg, placing it on the inside of her thigh, pressed against her shorts. She put her hand over mine and moved it down an inch or so. "Ok, I get it. We don't need a repeat of everything. How'd your hand end up on her breast?"
"It was an accident. I swear. My arm was around her back." Again, I moved my arm behind her, "and when she landed in my lap," I pulled Mom back in place, trying to ignore the feeling of her soft cheeks pressed against me, "my hand just naturally grabbed on so I could hold her."
I slid my hand around her, stopping just short of cupping her breast. I wasn't ready to lose that hand yet. Even so, I could feel the soft swell of her tit against my wrist.
"And then?"
"She pulled my hand off her boob for a second; I'd been clutching it pretty tightly. Then when we were seated normally again, she put it back, laughing that it was a 'boob day', and told me to be gentler."
"God. I knew it! She's such a fuckin' troublemaker."
"I could have stopped, but it was just too hot. I'm sorry Mom. But Aunt Marie's tits are pretty incredible."
"Bigger isn't always better, you know," she told me.
Oops. Sore subject.
"I know. I mean, well, like yours. Yours are better. Firmer, not all saggy and bouncy, like hers." Ok, I was skirting the truth a bit. Mom's were nice, but Aunt Marie's were amazing. My hand had been poised over her boob for a while now, and I carefully moved it closer, until I was barely cupping her.
"Hers don't really sag much at all," Mom admitted. "Not for ones that size. Only fake ones sit up much firmer than hers." She reached over and pushed my hand off her breast, sliding it down a little. But she didn't say anything. "What then?"
"All of the moving around in my lap, and my holding her boob was just a little too stimulating. I guess she could feel it, and she asked me if I needed to adjust myself down there."
"So you were getting hard?"
"C'mon Mom! Of course I was. It's purely physical. I mean, look, even now, when I'm nervous, and worried, I'm still getting hard. I can't help it." Of course the fact that my hand was almost in her crotch, and the other had crept back up and was touching the bottom of her breast didn't hurt.
Mom turned her head toward me, and I leaned forward a little so she wouldn't have to crane her neck so far. I lowered my face, blushing. I had just admitted that I was hard for Mom. "It's Ok Jeremy. Don't be nervous. You're not in trouble. I just need to know." I was surprised by her giggle. "I guess it's inevitable that she'd notice when you got hard. Pretty difficult to miss. Are you Ok?"
"I...I'm a little uncomfortable. Would you mind?"
"Go ahead," she said, lifting up off of me. "Show me what you did."
"Nothing that bad, really," I explained, while I straightened my cock. "It was kind of caught, and I just needed to straighten it out. She sat back against it, but it wasn't anything overt, you know. Trying to get comfortable, that's all."
Mom settled back down, and her ass nestled against my cock. "Jesus, Jeremy! I can see how this might be a problem." I think she realized what she was doing, and she pulled away a bit.
I put my hands on her hips. "The road was the biggest problem. We kept bouncing around so much, and I was trying to keep her from getting hurt." I bounced my Mom on my hips a little, drawing her back against me, shoving my cock deeper between her cheeks. "I couldn't help it. The bouncing just went on and on and on." Fuck. Aunt Marie might have tits to die for, but Mom's butt was ridiculous.
She reached back and patted my hand, "Easy, Tiger. That's enough now."
I held her close, my cock wedged deeply between her cheeks, but stopped the bouncing. I almost lost it when I felt her ass cheeks clench hard around my cock, squeezing. When she relaxed, I seemed to settle in even further and she did it again, her butt grabbing and holding me, while she wiggled her hips.
I was surprised as hell when she turned and chuckled. "Bet your aunt couldn't do that."
"Jesus, Mom. That was wild."
She blushed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get carried away."
"What's up with you two anyway? She kept talking about Dad, and how lucky you were. She said you won that one. And she kept comparing me to him."
Mom sighed, and she turned in my lap, my cock sad to see her go. She leaned her back against the door again, so we could face each other more easily. "She's always been jealous of me. Even when we were just kids. Always trying to one-up me. I never even knew what set it off."
I pulled her a little closer, repositioning her. I reached inside my shorts and adjusted myself at the same time, so I wasn't stuck under her leg. I undid the tie, loosening the top. She snuggled in closer, resting her head on my shoulder.
"She got her tits early. As a freshman she had one of the biggest racks around, and all of a sudden every boy was interested. I didn't even start dating until I was a junior, and even then, my own were just starting to come in. But nothing like hers."
"But you've got great tits, Mom!"
She giggled. "That's not something you say to your Mother, Jeremy."
"It's true." I reached for her breast, overtly, reaching right across her body, and gave it a soft squeeze. Only for a second before I dropped my hand back into her lap.
She sighed. "Thank you. When I started dating, things got bad for a while. She would always flaunt her body around the guys, especially if I brought them home. Our family was pretty liberal about how we dressed around the house, and she took advantage of it. Twice she stole my boyfriends. That was pretty hard to take. We didn't hardly talk for most of my senior year."
It was hard for me to think of my aunt like that. "That doesn't seem like Aunt Marie."
"I guess there was a lot to it. I was the first-born, and got away with more growing up. Got a lot more attention. And it was obvious that I was Dad's favorite. When Aunt Jenny was born, Mom doted on her. I figure Marie felt kind of slighted by it all. But I wasn't thinking about that back then. I was hurt."
My arm was laying across her lap, and I was caressing Mom's outside leg while she talked. She seemed to like it and didn't give me any grief when I reached her hip, under the edge of her shirt. She just snuggled in closer, telling me about their relationship. I slid my hand around her, and caressed the edge of her ass.
"I met your father in college. He was a Junior, and I was just a Freshman. I didn't know what he saw in me, but he adored me. God, Jeremy, you should have seen him. So handsome, so smart, so confident. And he was mine." I could hear the wistfulness in her voice. "He was my first, you know? I was the only girl on my hall that was a virgin."
"Boys were stupid back then."
She laughed. "Oh a few tried, even with Marie trying to steal them all away. She slept with my first real hard crush. He was the first boy I went down on, and a few days later, he was with her. Do you have any idea what that was like? Even after he slept with her, he tried to get me to blow him again. What an asshole! I didn't think I'd ever be able to forgive her for that." She trembled. "I hardly ever think about those times anymore. I still get angry."
It was surreal. We'd never talked like this, and it seemed so weird, holding her in my lap, knowing she was hardly clothed, and that I'd had my hard cock pressed against her butt just a few minutes ago. For a few moments, she wasn't my Mom as much as a beautiful girl opening up to me. Really opening up. I stared at her mouth, unable to think of anything but her lips wrapped around some strange hard dick.
"Your father and I were getting serious. I was scared to death to take him home. But he was determined to meet the parents, and you know how he gets. We went home for spring break, and that little bitch did everything she could to steal him. She even climbed into the shower with him, naked."
It was hard for me to hear that. Aunt Marie? Dad?
"He chased her out of there, and told me everything. Can you imagine, throwing a naked girl out of your shower, with tits like hers? She and I had a knock-down drag-out that came to blows and he had to separate us. Even then she wouldn't give up, and right in front of me she tore off her shirt, pulling out her ace card again.
"Your Dad was incredible. He smiled for her. 'Nice tits,' he said, 'but to tell the truth, I'm an ass man. Have you seen your sister's ass? God almighty!'"
Mom giggled. "I'll never forget those words. Every last one of them. -Have you seen your sister's ass? God almighty!- Marie was shattered, and walked out of there, not even bothering to put her shirt back on."
She sighed, quiet for a moment, her hand caressing my chest. "That was the night. I slept with your Dad for the first time, sneaking into his room in the middle of the night. He was so gentle, so caring. He's big you know, kind of like someone else around here."
My heart almost stopped when her hand settled onto my cock, which had lost a little of its hardness. She rubbed me, and I could feel the blood rushing back in.
"I was scared. I didn't see how it could fit. I mean, I'd had nothing up there bigger than the handle of my hairbrush. No way that monster would fit. No way. He'd tear me open."
Her hand was lightly stroking me, softly but steadily. She seemed completely unaware. Her legs opened, and her shirt shifted back, exposing her shorts to me. They were some kind of ultra-soft fluffy material, very stretchy and loose on her. I could see they'd shifted a little, and I swore I could see the edge of her pussy. She was going commando again. Her opposite hand slowly crept between her legs while she talked. Her eyes were closed as if she was envisioning it all happening again.
"It wasn't how long it was. No, it was the thickness. I didn't think they were supposed to be like that. It was just too much." Her hand was wrapped around my cock, squeezing it gently. "I knew what I was getting into. We'd been doing a lot of other stuff, and I was blowing him pretty regularly. He loved that, and I really liked doing it. I mean a LOT. There's something about a big fat cock in your mouth, and knowing that the guy on the end of it is in absolute heaven. So I had a very good idea of how big it was. It barely fit in my mouth, and my jaw would usually ache afterwards. No way that thing would fit down there."
She chuckled. "I was wrong. It fit. Barely, and it took a lot of caring and caressing. I was afraid his poor tongue was going to fall off, he licked me for so long, getting me ready. He tried a couple of times, and it just wouldn't go. I was practically in tears. But he was patient, and would calm me down, go down on me a while, and then try again. When he finally slid inside of me, I thought he was tearing me open. God, it hurt so bad, Jeremy! But he kissed my tears away, and slowly eased his way in. He was so excited he only lasted a few seconds, but I could feel his big thick cock pulsing inside of me, and it was all worth it. I was a woman."
Mom's hand was massaging her pussy, and I could see how wet she was. Amazing.
Mom sat up, her eyes open again, and pulled her hands back into her lap, clenching them together. "You're father's a good man. The best I've ever known. He was so patient with me." She leaned back. "It took me a long time before I really enjoyed sex. The fucking part, at least. I loved making your father happy, and would go down on him in a second. Anytime he wanted. I still do, to this day. He returned the favor, and often. But the sex wasn't good for me. I couldn't enjoy it. God only knows why."
She settled back down, burying her head in my shoulder. "I can't believe I'm telling you all this."
"Mom, you have no idea what this means to me. I feel closer to you than I ever have."
"Even closer than with your cock practically in my butt?" she chuckled.
"Mom!"
"Jesus, Jeremy, don't have a cow. I'll tell you a secret. When you were pressing your big fat cock between my cheeks, I liked it. A lot. Too much. That's why we had to stop."
She kissed me on the neck, a soft warm kiss that left me trembling. "You remember how your father said he was an ass man? He really is. He liked to play with my ass, and even lick me back there. It was so incredibly naughty. Over time he played with it more and more, slipping his fingers into me, especially when he went down on me. I wasn't stupid. I knew what he wanted, but I was even more afraid. I screwed my courage up on Valentine's Day, lubed my virgin butt-hole with half a tube of KY, and waited for him naked in our bed, a big bow wrapped across my ass cheeks. He took me up on the offer. And you know what? I liked it. No, I loved it. After that, I'd let him fuck me in the butt at least once a week. Sometimes a lot more. Does that shock you?"
Shocked was an understatement. "A little. But it's the hottest damned thing I ever heard."
She eased her hand down to my cock again, slipping inside my shorts, deliberately stroking it. "One night, he was insatiable. He came in my ass twice, but kept going. He fucked me raw, until I had to ask him to stop. He was still hard as a rock, and he turned me over and fucked my pussy. No preliminaries, he just stuck it in and fucked me senseless. I must have come a dozen times for him. After that, sex was no longer an issue. I was his, any hole, any time. The very next day he asked me to marry him."
"I never thought I'd be so jealous of Dad," I confessed.
Mom slid down in my lap, her rear nestled between my legs, her legs open. I don't even know when it happened, but my hand was between her legs, slowly massaging her crotch through her soaked shorts. One of my fingers was pressed against her flesh. Her hand had a solid grip on my cock and she was stroking me good. It was too much to believe.
"Your aunt, of course couldn't leave well enough alone. She'd dropped out of college and was living with Dan, Colin's father. When we announced our engagement and our plan to get married after your father graduated and got a job, she made Dan propose to her, and planned their wedding right away. She had to be first, you know. I couldn't believe how petty she was. When we came down for the wedding, things were pretty ugly. She didn't even want me to be a bridesmaid, but Mom made her. Four months later your father and I got married, and things still weren't good between me and Marie, but they weren't as bad. At least we could talk some."
I tried to slide my hand into her shorts, but I found out I'd reached her limit. She stopped me, but put my hand back on her pussy. "Behave," she told me softly, and I went back to fondling her. I know she liked it. There was a wet spot the size of half-dollar there, and it was just getting bigger. I could even press up inside of her.
"When I got pregnant with you, right after our honeymoon, that's when we finally patched things up. She was so happy for me. God, I loved her for that. Then we had a long talk and she broke down. They were having trouble getting pregnant. She'd been trying since they first got married. There was a lot of crying and apologies that night, and we worked things out. Six months later she was pregnant, and I had graduated. Everything was so much better. There's always remained a little competitiveness, but nothing too bad. Until now."
"Now? How?"
"She's trying to take you from me."
That was like a slap in the face. "That's crazy talk, Mom."
She didn't like that. "Don't tell me what's crazy! I know her. You don't. To you she's the fun, playful aunt who adores you and would let you get away with anything. I'm the old fuddy-duddy."
I laughed. "Fuddy-duddy? Who says that? And I don't think you're a fuddy-duddy. I mean, look at you!" I ran my hand over her body for emphasis, up to her breast, and then back down between her legs.
She blushed. "Well maybe not right now, but you know what I mean. She's making her play for you, and throwing it in my face." She turned in my lap and practically faced me. "You know what she said to me? Do you? She said you had the sweetest cum she'd ever tasted. Can you believe that? She doesn't even suck cock. She NEVER swallows. And she told me you had the sweetest cum. I could fucking strangle her."
I felt like pond scum. "What else did she say?"
She sat upright, pushing my hands away. "Never mind what else she said. You need to finish telling me everything. Where were we?" She turned and sat on my lap again, facing forward, pressing her butt up against my hardness. "What happened after this?"
"You'll have to raise up a second," I told her. She obliged, leaning forward and lifting her ass way up.
I pulled the leg of my shorts back to my crotch, and pulled my cock forward, so it was almost completely exposed. I inched my hips forward, and drew my Mom back into my lap. I heard her gasp, when she felt the hardness of my cock press up between her legs.
"Oh, Jeremy, you didn't!"
"I didn't, not really. I just got it straightened out. Aunt Marie pulled it out of my shorts and up between her legs, rubbing it, pressing it against her panties."
"Fuck! I knew it! That bitch!"
"Yeah, and then she told me to get comfortable, and not to get too carried away. She leaned back against me," I tugged my mom backward, until she was resting against my chest. "When I asked her what she meant by carried away, I was kind of worried that we'd already stepped over the line. I had my hands on both of her tits already," I cupped mom's breasts gently, "and she was rubbing my thing like there was no tomorrow.
Mom seemed resigned to letting me show, and not tell. Her breath was becoming a little more labored. She didn't call me on touching her breasts, even when my fingers found her hard nipples. "How was she rubbing you," Mom asked breathily.
I took her hand and brought it down between her legs. I pushed her fingers against my hardness, pulling back until she was pressing it against her panties firmly. "Kind of like that, but occasionally wrapping her fingers around it and stroking it."
"And that wasn't getting carried away?" she asked. Her hand lingered on my cock, moving slowly over it, while my hand slid inside her shirt, moving back to claim her breast.
"No. She said I couldn't fu... couldn't have sex with her. Not in the Jeep with everyone around."
"Not in the Jeep. Such a fucking slut," Mom groaned.
"No, but she said everything else was Ok." I moved my other hand inside my Mom's shirt, and toyed with her breasts. Aunt Marie's breasts are huge and amazing to look at, but I was coming to realize that Mom's breasts were just as fun to play with, and if possible more sensitive.
"She let me play with her body, especially her boobs. It was super-exciting for me, you know." I kissed my Mom on the neck. "But yours are better."
"Really?" she sighed.
"Really. I love your tits, Mom." She was quiet while I fondled them, pinching her nipples between my fingers, loving the full feel of them.
"What else?" she said softly.
"I guess the next part was my fault. I wanted to feel her skin against mine, so I pulled her shirt off."
"Jeremy, you're so bad, always pushing things," she sighed. "Just like your father."
I pulled her shirt up, and she resisted a moment. "No, baby."
"Just for a bit Mom, so you'll understand what happened next." I kept tugging at her, and she relented, letting me take her shirt off. Watching her raise her arms over her head, allowing me to pull her tee over her head, had my heart beating like a hummingbird's.
I looked down at her tits, holding and squeezing them. "Jesus, Mom, your tits are fantastic."
"Shhh. Try to behave, Ok? Remember I'm your mother. This is just for the story. What happened next?"
"She had told me I could do anything, right?" I freed one hand, sliding it down Mom's belly. "And playing with her big tits was cool and all, but," I eased my hand into Mom's shorts, "I wanted to make her feel as good as I was."
I slid my finger into her, and she moaned softly. "Jeremy, do you have to do that?"
I ignored her question. "She has some hair down there. She's not smooth like you, Mom. That's really sexy." I slid a second finger into her, "Open your legs wider, Mom."
She whimpered softly, spreading herself open for me. "Somewhere in there, we kissed for the first time," I explained, and I let go of Mom's breast so I could pull her face to mine. I kissed her, pushing her lips open with my tongue, pressing against her teeth until she accepted me. My head felt like it was going to explode. I fingered her harder, feeling her respond, so much like her sister. I pulled my lips away. "I made her come for me. I made her come really hard." I kissed her again, more possessively. I had two fingers deep inside of her, and her whole body was rocking against the fierce fingering I was giving her. I squeezed her pussy, while tugging on her nipple. She finally stopped all resistance, and let me play with her pussy to my heart's content. Our lips never separated, and she kissed me back with more passion than I ever could have dreamed of. I was hard on her pussy, pounding into it, squeezing it. I alternated between rubbing her clit and fingering her. She bit my lip then pulled away, throwing her head back, and moaning. Thank God for Pink Floyd. Nobody was the wiser.
After she'd come for me, I caressed her pussy, sliding a single finger inside, stroking her gently, rubbing her clit softly.
Mom lifted her head, and looked at me. "You're pretty good at that, you know?"
"Did you and Colin do anything like that?" I asked.
She shook her head. "Not even close. He spent the whole time playing with my tits, outside my shirt, and then for a while inside. Toward the end he kept trying to rub between my legs, and I finally let him, but that's as far as it went." She was whispering and I could barely hear her. She sounded nervous. "He was hard for me from the moment I first sat in his lap. Do you know how aggravating it is to have somebody tease you for an hour? I was ready to scream by the time we pulled over."
"Why did you let him?" I asked.
She sighed. "I guess it was payback. I knew, I just knew she was going to let you take liberties. Hell, she had your face between her tits in broad daylight. I had no idea how far she'd go. And that poor boy is so smitten with me. I know it drives her crazy how he his around me. She even caught him beating off to a naked picture of me. Now I close my blinds whenever he's around. I wasn't really thinking through things. But if you were going to play with her tits, I was going to let him play with mine."
I pulled my hand out of her panties, and rubbed her softly on the outside of them. "Do you want to know the rest?"
She nodded.
I grabbed the sides of her shorts, and pushed them down her legs. She lifted her hips up and they slid over her bottom easily. She took over from me and pushed them over her knees letting them fall to the ground.
Fuck. Mom was naked. This was even better than with Aunt Marie.
"I don't know if you could do what she did next. Aunt Marie is awfully flexible."
"How? What did she do?" She sounded irritated.
"She turned around and straddled me."
Mom looked hurt. "Like I couldn't do that? Please! Have some faith in your mother."
It was actually easier since we had more room to work with, and it only took her a few seconds to get spun around. I positioned her legs properly, and before she sat down on me, I pushed my shorts down around my ankles.
Mom had paused midway, and spoke to Dad. "How are you holding up, Harold?" She practically had to yell.
Jesus! Mom was completely naked, straddling me, and decided that was the time to hold a conversation with Dad.
He turned the music down. "Not bad, I'm not nodding off or anything. Another half-hour or so. If we don't hit any more traffic."
"If you get too tired, let me know. We can trade off."
I had my hands around her, feeling up her full ass. Damn she was fine!
Dad laughed. "Right. Like I'm gonna sit on Jeremy's lap."
"Or he could sit on yours," Mom teased, before allowing me to pull her down into my lap.
"Not on your life."
"You know, Jeremy could drive, and I could sit on your lap," she teased.
"Damn it, woman, don't tempt me!" I heard him laugh. "God, that is tempting though."
He seemed to be seriously pondering it. "No, I couldn't trust myself. You guys doing alright?" he asked.
"Wonderfully. We're having the best chat. I told him all about us, the early years."
"I hope you didn't tell him ALL about us," he laughed.
"Not all. But I think he's going to be looking at you differently from now on."
"Jesus. I knew this was a bad idea. Don't believe everything she says, son."
I laughed. "I believe every word that comes out of her mouth. And all I've got to say is, 'You da man, Pop!'"
"Very funny. So y'all are Ok for another 30 minutes?"
"As long as it takes, Dear," Mom answered sliding her hips forward and pressing against my stiff shaft.
I moved my mouth to her breast, wondering if she'd stop me. Au-contraire, she pushed her chest into me, stroking my hair.
"That's good. Everything's cool now?"
"Much better, thanks." From the tone of her voice, you'd never have guessed I had her hard little nipple between my teeth, tugging on it.
"Good. Let me know if you guys need a break." With that he turned the music up.
Mom let me work on her titty a little longer, before pulling away.
"That was very naughty, young man. Sucking Momma's titty while she's talking to your father." Her words were teasing.
"Irresistible, Mom. Couldn't be helped. Perfect tits like yours were made to be sucked."
"Your aunt was positioned like this?"
"Yeah. She was in my lap rubbing herself against me down there, grinding hard. She was driving me crazy, while she let me play with her boobs some more." I went in for a couple of nice suckles, while Mom proved she could grind with the best of them.
"You know, I'm going to have to kill her, right. Corrupting my little boy."
"I was getting too excited, and I told her I had to come," I confessed.
"And that was her opening. You didn't... you didn't fuck her, did you?" She was barely able to make herself say the word fuck. It came out as a whisper.
"No. She said we shouldn't. I knew she'd let me, but I didn't think my first time should be like that, with her."
"Your first time? You're teasing me right?" Mom asked, slowing her grinding to a near halt.
"No. I've done lots of other stuff. It's not like I'm a kid. I've had plenty of blow-jobs, but I've never gone all the way."
She laughed. "Like Mother, like son. Sometime we'll have to hear about those blow-jobs. Penny, I assume?"
"Penny, and a few more."
"My big boy, the stud. You should tell your old man. He'd be proud. So then what happened?"
I had my hands on Mom's incredible ass by this time, and I was pushing my cock against her, feeling her moistness lather up my shaft.
"She blew me."
Mom leaned back and looked at me. "God DAMN her! I was still hoping it was a lie. How?"
"She got on her knees on the floor boards, and she sucked my cock until I came in her mouth. She did all that while we were talking about our hunting trip."
"And she let you come in her mouth?"
"Yeah, and swallowed every drop."
"Now I've heard everything. See what I mean? She'd do anything to win you over." Then she turned serious again. "I'm not going to do that. Not here. Not like this."
Not here. I liked the way that sounded. "I don't want you to."
She glared at me. "You don't think I'm as good as her?"
I pulled my Mom down and kissed her. "Mom, I have no doubt you'd put her to shame. Someday I'd love to have you suck me. Truth is, right now I wouldn't last five seconds in your sexy mouth."
"You bet your ass you wouldn't. These lips are magical. Ask your father some time." She kissed me hard, putting her tongue to good use. When she had me gasping, she pulled away. "What do you want, then?"
I held her ass cheeks in my hands, and pressed my cock against her. "You know what I need Mom."
She stared into my eyes. "I think we better take a break here, buster." She took her shirt and put it back on, covering up her wonderful tits. She was killing me.
She pulled my hands away from her ass, and slid away from me, so she wasn't pressed against my shaft. I wanted to beg her to stop, to reconsider, but understood that I'd gone too far. Asked for too much.
It only took her a few more seconds to get turned around again. She reached between her legs, and casually moved my cock to the side, so she could sit in my lap, without impaling herself. Then she leaned back against me, her cheek brushing mine.
"I'm sorry Mom. Don't be mad."
"I'm not mad, baby. A little disappointed."
"I didn't mess things up too badly did I? Please tell me I didn't."
"Jeremy, I'm your mother. We went way too far. You need to settle down. Jesus, your father is only a few feet away." She didn't seem angry just concerned.
"How can I settle down? You're sitting in my lap, telling me stories about your first time, about blowing Dad, and giving up your ass to him. Never mind making me relive all the crazy things I did with Aunt Marie. I'm going crazy here, Mom!"
"Shhh," she whispered, taking my arms and wrapping them around her waist, making me hug her. "I know. I was bad too. I'm sorry. But I had to stop you. Ten more seconds and you and I both know what would have happened."
I held her tight with one arm, and slid my other hand back between her legs. She might have put her shirt back on, but her shorts were still under the front seat somewhere. I gently stroked her pussy, cupping it, teasing it open.
She pushed my hand away. "Stop! Stop it now, or I'll tell your father."
I didn't know if she was serious or not. I drew my hand back, and nuzzled her neck. My hand came up and caressed her tit through her shirt. She whimpered for me, arching her back, pressing against me.
"You're just so beautiful, Mom. So damn sexy," I whispered to her.
"Jesus. This is all that damn Marie's fault. This should have been just a simple little drive, maybe a little playing around. A little tit, but that's all," she said.
I was more cautious this time, reaching between her legs, and caressing her inner thigh. I petted her thigh slowly, reaching higher and higher. My cock was swinging free, and I carefully guided it upright, where it could move around freely. I teased her terribly, pushing my cock so it would swing forward and slap against her pussy lightly. All the while I was nibbling her neck, her ears, gently playing with her tits, telling her how incredibly hot she was and how crazy she made me.
"Jeremy," she moaned softly, "we have to have limits." She was burning up. Her hips were grounding down against my lap, and as I teased her thighs, my fingers touching everywhere down there but where it counts. She was squirming for more. Her body was begging for my touch.
I moved the head of my cock between the lips of her pussy, and pushed. I felt her open up marginally, then she was shifting her hips, stopping me. I had her positioned perfectly in my lap, her legs open wide, her opening just the right distance from the end of my cock. The top of my cock lay across her molten slit, the head brushing her clit. When I drew back, I could feel the moistness against my skin.
Mom moaned softly, then turned her head and looked into my eyes. "This is a dangerous game you're playing."
I took my hands away from her breasts long enough to pull her forearms across her toned belly. I gripped them tightly with one hand, pulling her back against my chest. She struggled against my hands half-heartedly. "Don't, Jeremy. Please don't."
I raised my other hand back to her breast, and tweaked her nipple, making her gasp. I pressed my lips against hers softly. "Close your eyes, Mom. Feel me."
I was rolling my hips slightly, rubbing the head of my cock up her slit until it pressed against her clit. By rapidly tensing and releasing my PC muscle, I could make it slap lightly against her. Her breath was coming faster.
Her tongue slid out of her mouth, her eyes still closed, seeking out mine. I moved closer, letting her lick my lips. I could feel her hips moving sexily.
I kept poking at her, moving my hips, squeezing my PC, jabbing toward her, forcing the head of my cock against her. I couldn't tell if her movements were meant to stop me or help me. I felt myself enter her for a bit, then pop free. She moaned softly. Her body was completely immobilized, captured in my arms.
My lips slipped over hers again, kissing her deeply.
Her lips went slack, her eyes tightly closed. I could feel her tilting her hips down, raising her sweet ass up, offering me a perfect target. I moved slowly, drawing my cock down her wet slit. I felt the wetness of her lips spreading open for me. Pulling down as low as possible, I hesitated, feeling her push her hips forward. I thrust up hard, and she gasped loudly as the head of my aching cock pierced her, pushing past her resistant opening, settling inside of her.
I waited for some response, but she stayed quiet, shivering in my arms. I pushed further, moving inside of her, half my length entering her.
She groaned, her eyes fluttering open. Our mouths were pressed together, maintaining soft contact, our breath shared.
"Stop. We have to stop, baby. We can't be doing this."
I released my tight grip on her, to see how she'd respond. She could have pulled off of me, but she stayed still, her eyes looking into mine.
"Relax, Mom. Let's slow down and relax a moment." I slid my hands inside her shirt, rubbing her soft skin, lowering my lips to her neck, kissing her velvety skin.
She sighed, her entire body untensing. As her legs relaxed she settled into my lap, my hard cock slipping in even further.
I groaned, pushing against her, feeling the incredible warmth of her surrounding my shaft. "God, Mom. I had no idea it would feel so incredible! I love you so much, Mom."
I held her in my arms, listening to her sexy little noises, I rolled my hips sliding in and out of her, while she stayed completely relaxed, letting me have my way with her. She seemed so small in my lap, and so warm.
Mom shivered again, turning to face me. I moved my lips to her, kissing her softly. "Is this what you wanted, Jeremy? You couldn't wait for us to be alone? You had to take me here? Like this?"
"Mom, I'll never regret doing anything I could to be inside of you. It's the most wonderful thing I've ever felt."
"Better than my slutty sister's filthy mouth?" she asked teasingly.
I breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't be too mad to be teasing me. "No comparison. None. This is so amazing. I love being inside you."
She leaned back, facing forward, pushing her hips down, letting me sink in deep. She reached her arms over her head stretching. Mom sighed deeply, clinging to the overhead crossbar. I reached higher inside her shirt, taking her tits in my hands, massaging them, while my cock filled her repeatedly.
She pushed down onto my cock, grinding against me. She lifted her legs, all her weight settled down onto my cock, drawing me in deep. She brought her legs between mine, one at a time, pulling them together. Incredibly I settled into her even deeper, my entire length completely filling her tight pussy. She let go of the overhead bar, and leaned forward, resting her arms on the dashboard.
I watched in amazement as she raised her hips drawing nearly all the way off, then pushing down, taking it all. I opened my legs as wide as possible, giving her room to work. She was beautiful, that incredible butt moving up and down, taking me over and over. Fuck, my Mom was hot.
I moved my hands to those sexy ass cheeks, holding them, lifting and pushing up into her. It was too incredible to even think about. God, it felt good.
She moaned loudly. "Damn, so much like your father. So fucking good!"
Dad turned down the music a bit. "What was that?"
"Nothing Dear, Just telling tales on you."
"All lies, son. Don't believe a word of it." I probed Mom's depths, feeling my body shivering. I was fucking Mom, my beautiful hot mom, with Dad just a few feet away talking to us.
"You know I was right. Penny was blowing him. A lot." She wriggled her butt for me.
"What kind of conversation are you two having?"
"The best ever. You and Jeremy have a lot in common."
"I knew this was trouble," he growled. "Everyone OK in back?"
I heard Colin's voice. "Mom's asleep. I'm fine."
"Alright, we're almost on 635. Maybe 15 or 20 minutes to go. That going to be a problem?"
Colin said he'd be fine.
"Think you can last another 15 minutes, Jeremy?" Mom asked, rolling her hips around my cock.
"I'll try."
Dad laughed. "You can do it. You lasted this long."
"Ok, Dad. Just don't be surprised if I can't walk tomorrow."
"Such a tough job, holding a pretty girl in your lap," he teased.
"She's not some pretty girl. It's Mom," I whined, emphasizing my words with a couple of long, deep strokes.
"You just remember that. You keep riding herd on him, Alice."
"Count on it. I'll ride him all the way home."
I almost lost it. That was just too damned teasing. I couldn't believe her! Dad had to know something was going on with a comment like that. Ride me?
"Fifteen more minutes." He cranked up his music again, and I screwed my mom to the tune of Van Halen's eruption.
Mom smiled at me, and we both started giggling. "You're so bad! Ride me all the way home?"
She tried to look innocent. Kind of hard to do, half-naked with my cock buried inside her. "You don't think I should? Besides, look who's talking. 'Last 15 minutes?' 'I'll try'?"
I pulled her back to me, sliding my hands inside her shirt, hugging her tightly, and screwed her. "I'm not going to last much longer," I confessed.
"That's alright baby. Finish inside Mommy. Fill your naughty Mommy's pussy. I need your cum, sweet baby-boy."
Too much. Pulling out the 'Mommy' card was totally unfair. I was right. I didn't last another minute before exploding inside of her. I came bullets, coming so hard I thought my insides would start pumping out any second. Mom started to shift in my lap, and I pulled her back hard. "Don't."
"We're going to make a mess, sweetie."
"I'm not done yet. We've got at least 10 more minutes," I told her.
Mom looked around and I watched her reach for the suitcase beside us. She eased the zipper open, and slipped her hand inside. A few seconds later she fished out a t-shirt, and slid it under us. She opened her legs, bringing them back around mine, opening herself to me. "That'll help. You sure you don't want to stop?"
I was sliding in and out of her, just a little. I concentrated on the feeling, willing myself to stay hard, thinking about what I was doing. I was inside my Mom. I was balls deep in her tight pussy. Hot, wet, Mommy pussy. Full of my cum. I reached for her tits, and squeezed them. My Mom's tits. Her wonderful full tits. I pinched her nipples, feeling their hardness, tugging on them. My Mom's hard nipples. Hard for me.
And, thank you God, I was hard for her. Again.
I slowly fucked her, and teased her tits mercilessly. I had both hands back inside her shirt, and nibbled on her neck. "God, Mom. This is incredible. I can't believe how good it feels to be inside you," I whispered.
"Don't stop. Just like that. You're going to make Mommy cum again. I'm going to cum all over your big fat hard cock. Make Mommy cum for you, baby."
I twisted her nipples, making her gasp. My cock was a steel rod, piercing her endlessly. In and out. Driving as deeply as possible. Feeling the cool air on my wet shaft each time I pulled out. I moved my lips to her ear, and nibbled her lobe, taking it between my teeth. She was trembling and I heard her whimper when I thrust into her harder.
I thought about what it would be like to have her on a bed, free to move around. Pounding my cock into her from on top, or from behind. Maybe even in her behind. Especially into her nasty hot behind.
I could smell our sex, and only hoped the open roof was doing its job.
"God Mom, I could fuck you forever," I whispered. I grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, so I could get more action. She was so slender, so small, she felt like a toy in my hands. A hot sexy toy I could play with to my heart's content.
That did the job. The extra inch or two was exactly what I needed. Up and down I forced her onto my cock, slamming into her as best I could. I could feel her thighs trembling. Faster and faster I went, hammering her, straining at the effort, but willing to die, just to fuck her faster, harder, better.
She pulled her hand up and I watched her press her forearm to her mouth, just in time to smother her cry as she came for me. My Mom was coming on my cock. It made me want to fuck her even harder.
She lifted her feet up and put them on the dashboard, looking too damn slutty for words. She lifted her ass up, giving me room to work. It was perfect, allowing me to use my full length on her. I looked out the window and saw we'd turned off the highway, we were on the home stretch, just a few miles to go. I hated for it to end.
I reached between her legs, and felt where I was sliding inside of her. Inside my incredible Mom. It was all too perfect to believe. "I'm fucking my Mom," I said softly, giving words to my thoughts.
"Yes you are, you naughty little pervert," she teased.
I felt us slowing down, and looked out the window. We were pulling into CVS, just a couple of miles from our house. Mom pulled her legs down quickly, straightening her shirt. My cock was still lodged inside of her, so close to coming it was maddening.
"Why are we stopping, honey?" she asked, while she reached down under the seat, searching for her shorts.
"I thought we should get a few items, since our frig is practically bare." He explained, turning off the engine, the sudden quiet unnerving.
Damn. We were so busted.
"Harold. I look horrible! And I'm not dressed for shopping."
I heard his door open. Mom and I struggled to adjust ourselves to look at least partially reasonable. We both adjusted our shirts, and I watched Dad walk around the front of the car, coming over to our window. I pulled my shirt down as far as possible, trying to hide the fact that I wasn't wearing my shorts. Hopefully the dark would cover for us. Jesus, I was still ridiculously hard, and deep inside Mom. Not good. I rolled the window down.
He leaned on the windowsill. "Milk, bread, juice. Anything else you can think of?"
Mom smiled. "Eggs and bacon, for breakfast. I'll go shopping tomorrow."
Dad nodded. "Ok. I'll be right back. Later, you're going to have to tell me what you've been up to."
I felt myself sweating. How much did he know?
He winked at me. "Penny, huh? So you tell your Mom all your secrets, but not your hunting buddy?"
I laughed, my nervousness immeasurable. I almost gasped when I felt Mom's tight pussy clutch at my cock. "She started it, Dad." I leaned closer to him, keeping my voice down. "Have you seen your sister's Ass? God Almighty!"
His eyes almost popped out of his head. I watched him turn bright red. "Jesus, Alice! What have you guys been talking about?"
She laughed. "Lots. It's Marie's fault. I had to explain some stuff to Jeremy, before things got carried away. We'll talk about it later. I promise."
I had my revenge on her, pulsing my cock inside of her, while she tried to explain herself.
"You bet your ass we'll talk about this later," he grumbled.
I hugged Mom tightly, pushing into her, right under Dad's nose. "Dad, it was great. We really had a nice talk. You have no idea how great it was to have her open up to me." I looked over at her. "I've never felt closer to her than I do now."
I pumped my cock, and felt the responding squeeze from my Mom.
Dad straightened up, reaching in and tousling my hair. "Don't believe everything your Mom says," he laughed. "She tends to romanticize things. But I'm glad you too got along so well. I was a little worried, to be honest. Things could have been awkward, you know?"
"Hurry back, Dear," Mom said. "I think poor Jeremy's lap is about worn out."
"I'll be back in a sec." He walked off, straightening his shirt and sweats.
Mom looked over at me, and put her finger to her lips, hushing me. She leaned to my ear. "Quiet."
"You Ok back there?" She asked loudly.
Colin answered. "We're good, Aunt Alice. Mom's still napping. Thanks."
I was lifting her up, pushing into her. In the parking lot at CVS. Jesus, I was out of control.
"Hurry now," she whispered to me. She leaned forward, raising her hips for me.
I pounded into her, my cock hardening. Our little conversation break had taken the edge off my need, but sliding my cock into Mom was working its wonders. I fucked her fast, a little worried about the squeaking of the seat, but figuring Colin was probably too distracted on his own to worry about it. If Aunt Marie was sleeping, half naked in his lap, I had no doubt he was taking advantage of it.
Mom was helping me, moving her ass in counterpoint, slamming down onto my upward thrusts. I was getting closer. I was torn. I wanted to come before Dad came back out, but I never wanted to stop fucking Mom's incredible pussy. In and out, I stroked her, relishing every moment of our skin-on-skin dance.
"Damn it," I groaned, pulling her back abruptly into my lap, driving deeply into her, as my father returned from the store. Mom straightened out the bottom of her shirt just in time. For a moment, just before he arrived, I had a glimpse of her smooth pussy, with my cock lodged in it.
He passed two bags in through the window. Mom took them and placed them at her feet. "It'll only be for a few more minutes," he explained. "I know it's already crowded in there."
"It's fine Dad. We're good."
"Alright. Final stretch." He turned and got back in the car. The tunes started up and we backed out of the parking spot. Before we were back on the road, Mom had her feet up on the dashboard. "Finish," she told me, "fast."
I held her sweet ass in my hands, and pounded her, while Heart's Magic Man blasted away. Her head was beside mine, and she was being bad.
"That's it baby, fuck your Mommy. You were so bad, teasing your Mommy while your father watched. I almost pulled my shirt up so he could see what his perfect little boy was doing to his helpless wife."
I moaned, fucking her harder.
"God, you feel good in me, sweetie. So hard. So big. Do you like it? Do you love Mommy's hot pussy? Are you going to give me a nice little present? Fill Mommy's pussy with your hot baby batter? Don't make me beg for it, baby. I'm already growing addicted to your monster cock."
"Mom, you're so fucking hot," I gasped.
She whimpered, while I fucked her as hard and fast as possible, not caring how much we moved or how much noise we made.
"Incredible," she moaned. "I love your cock, Jeremy. You're killing me. You're driving Mommy insane. You fill me so deep. Your fat cock stretches me so very nice. Mommy's close, baby. Really close," she gasped the last words. "Make Mommy come, baby."
"Mommy," I groaned, and slammed into her, unloading inside her again, pumping until I was dry. She was trembling, and I realized she had come with me. Gasping, I leaned back, still unable to fully believe what we had done.
I almost blacked out, seeing spots before my eyes. After a few moments I felt Mom rubbing us with the spare t-shirt before she searched for her shorts again. She reached down to the floor boards, and when I saw that 'bodacious' ass, I trembled at the thought that I'd be fucking her again, first chance I had.
I had her ass cheeks in my hand, squeezing her, and even rubbed my finger over her back door. Her stories had me thinking very, very naughty thoughts about that opening.
I felt her pull my shorts up my leg, then maneuver the other one in place. She struggled to get them up over my knees, then onto my thighs. I was being bad, and managed to somehow slip most of my finger up her tight butt, making it that much more difficult for her to work my shorts up my legs. When they reached the top of my thighs, regretfully I pulled out of her butt, giving her ass one last pat, and I pulled them up the rest of the way.
"God. You are your father's son. You like Mommy's bottom?" She was pulling her own shorts up, raising her hips and hiding that incredible ass. I wanted to cry.
"I love it," I admitted.
"Maybe you'll get a chance to show me how much." She turned to the suitcase, and opened it stealthily, pushing the shirt full of evidence inside. She turned and smiled for me. "Good thing I do the laundry."
That got a giggle out of me.
She leaned back against me. "That was pretty incredible."
"Are you kidding? Beyond incredible."
She turned and planted a kiss on my lips. "We're not going to do this in our home. You understand?"
"Mom..."
"I mean it. Don't even try."
I felt suitably chastened. "Yes ma'am."
The smile returned to her face as we pulled onto our street. "Doesn't mean that you and I can't have a few outings of our own. Ok? Just keep it cool."
I hugged her so tight, I thought I heard vertebrae cracking. "Love you, Mom. Trust me, Aunt Marie could never take me from you."
"If you fuck her, you'll never have me again," she said softly. "You'll never have my mouth or my tight little rear. Never fill this pussy again."
I was a little worried. "Did you do this to spite her?"
She squirmed out of my grip and turned sideways. "I didn't plan this. I swear. But you're too much like your father was. You drive me crazy. I felt like a teenager again." She squirmed in my lap. "You came a lot, didn't you? I'm going to have to jump in the shower quick, or your father's going to know something's going on. My poor pussy's absolutely full of little Jeremies."
We turned into the alley behind our house.
"I'm glad you were my first," I told her.
She kissed me softly as we pulled into the driveway. "You're only my second. Just you and your father. Ever. Forever."
"I can live with that," I said, getting one last good feel of her breast.
She smiled. As Dad turned off the car, she whispered. "You think Colin behaved back there?"
"No way. Aunt Marie's going to have the sorest boobs in town."
"What was that?" Dad asked, as the car got quiet before I could finish my sentence.
"Sorest butt in town. We're not doing that again. Not without a pillow or something," Mom answered.
"No kidding. I think my legs are both asleep. I'll be lucky to be able to walk," I said.
"Jesus, Jeremy. She only weighs a few pounds. Man up."
"I'm just kidding Dad. It was cool. Fun even."
"I hope it wasn't too much fun," he growled climbing out of the car.
Mom had the door open, and was crawling out of the car. I watched her wipe the insides of her thighs with her hands, then she turned to me and licked them.
Christ. What a tease! If I got hard now, Dad would kill me.
She turned back and reached between my legs, coming up with the shopping bags. She whispered to me, "Your cum IS sweet. Sister slut was right."
"What are we waiting for?" Dad announced, stretching. "Let's get this thing unloaded." He opened the back door. "Wake your mother up, Colin. We're not going to leave her outside all night."
I climbed out of the Jeep, stretching my legs and making sure I was decent. Didn't look too bad. Dad was already carrying two suitcases inside, and I grabbed one of the coolers.
"Leave that in the garage, Jeremy," Mom said, "and I'll take care of the meat later."
Would she ever say anything again without my hearing naughty undertones?
I was walking past the car when I heard Aunt Marie. "Damn it, Colin!" she hissed. "Where are my panties?"
I chuckled and watched Mom hurry over to help her sister out, before Dad returned and the shit hit the fan. Now that she'd won the competition, I guess everything was Ok again. Mom leaned in and I saw my juices were still running down the inside of her thigh.
Best fucking day ever.
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