On the Road With Mom Ch. 02

The next morning was as quiet and muted as a funeral. I woke up first and watched her sleeping for a few minutes until she woke up, and she smiled at me for a moment until she apparently remembered what had happened between us last night and then the look of shame and horror came over her face and she disappeared into the bathroom for a long time.

She told me to get dressed so we could get on the road as quick as possible. I said okay.

Less than an hour later we were climbing into the car and getting on the freeway. I was driving.

She sat in the passenger seat with sunglasses on, looking out the window at the passing fields and buildings. The radio was on to an oldies station.

I FUCKED MY MOTHER LAST NIGHT!!! My brain screamed it and images from that encounter blazed through my head with such intensity that I was literally dizzy sometimes.

I couldn't believe it had happened, FINALLY, that I'd been with the woman of my dreams, and she was only two feet away from me now, so close I could reach out and touch her... and any other woman who had done with me what Mom had done with me would LET me reach out and touch her, but I knew that if I did it, even to hold her hand, she'd probably just jump out of the car even though we were going 70 miles an hour. I wouldn't have put it past her.

But I had done it, and I was so full of pride and excitement, I had had sex with her, my gorgeous fantastic mother, my dream woman. She had become my lover, and she still was this morning, as much as she'd like to forget and deny it.

My mother was my lover. We had made love; we had had sex; we had slept together; we had fucked each other. That could never be taken away. It would be true forever. My mother and I had fucked.

So towns went by and we were silent, new radio stations were found, we stopped briefly for something to eat at a drive-thru, all the while silent and distant from each other, and at long last, in the early afternoon, I couldn't stand it anymore. Whatever happened, I had to address what had happened between us.

"Mom?" I said quietly.

"What, Teddy." Her voice was listless. She didn't look at me, just kept staring out the window.

"I love you."

She sighed. "Oh, Teddy. Please, let's not.... let's just not."

"Why can't we? Can we just talk about it? Please?"

"No. NO. Please."

"Look, I don't want to upset you, or make you mad, but.... I just have to say I love you so much and I'm so glad that that happened, and----"

"Teddy, STOP IT. I can't talk about it or I'll go crazy!"

"But WHY, Mom? Why? What's so horrible? We're both consenting adults, like they say, nobody took advantage of anybody or anything. You're acting like it was a rape or something. It was mutual, we BOTH wanted it to happen!"

I paused, looking at her. "Didn't we? I mean... you didn't feel like I was forcing you or anything, did you?" She was silent. "Mom?"

She took another deep breath. "No, Teddy, you didn't force me, for god's sake, all right? Of course you didn't, of course it wasn't.... good grief..... it wasn't rape. Okay?"

"And YOU didn't force ME, you know that, right?"

Sigh. "Yes, Teddy, I know I didn't force you."

"So you wanted it to happen, then, right? If nobody forced anybody? Isn't that right? What happened last night was something that was..... uh.... you know, OKAY with both of us? Voluntary? We both wanted it?"

"YES Teddy, yes. Okay?"

"You mean yes, you wanted for us to----"

"DON'T SAY IT."

"Why not? Why can't we say what happened?"

"We just can't," she whispered.

"But you said it last night."

"Last night was.... was last night, Teddy. That's all."

"But didn't you enjoy it, Mom?" She didn't answer. "I mean, I'm not an expert or anything, but you SEEMED to be enjoying it. REALLY enjoying it." I grinned.

She looked at me. "Oh for god's sake, Teddy."

"Well, didn't you enjoy it? Didn't you?"

"YES, all right? Yes I enjoyed it! Okay?"

"Okay. And you know I enjoyed it, right? I mean, you could tell that I was enjoying it too, right? Could you tell that?"

She looked at me again, saw me grinning over at her, and despite herself she smiled for a second and rolled her eyes. "I can't believe this. Yes, Teddy, you were clearly enjoying it."

"Okay, so...." I passed a slow-moving car and got back in my lane, relaxing. Now I had her talking. That was a good sign. "So, I wanted it to happen, and YOU wanted it to happen, and I liked what we did, and YOU liked what we did, so..... what's the problem, exactly, then?"

"Teddy, the PROBLEM is that you are MY SON and I am YOUR MOTHER and people don't DO things like that, that's the problem!"

"Is that the only problem, Mom?"

She looked at me again. "What do you mean?"

"I'm just asking, is that the ONLY problem between us? I mean.... I don't smell bad, and I did it right, I mean I'm okay in bed, and I'm a good kisser, you like my dick, and all that? It's not that I'm too young for you, I'm not your type, anything like that. Nothing else was wrong other than that one single thing. Is that right?"

She was silent a minute. "Yes, Teddy. Nothing else is wrong but THAT. But it's a pretty darn BIG---"

"Okay, so hold on a minute. So you're saying that we have only one problem, and otherwise we're compatible and we liked what we did with each other and everything is fine. You like what happened between us, you enjoyed it, and I definitely enjoyed it, there was nothing that happened last night that we both didn't enjoy and want to have happen.

"So that's our problem," I went on, "that you're my mom and I'm your son. And other than that, if not for that, you'd be as happy about what happened last night as I am, and you'd want it to happen again, and again, and again, and things would be hunky-dory between you and me right now. Right?"

"For crying out loud, Teddy!"

"But is that right?"

"YES. All right? Yes. It would be 'hunky-dory'."

"So we have this one single problem, and if not for that problem we'd be totally into each other and starting on this amazing thing that's happening between us. If not for that one problem. And that's it?"

"YES for crying out loud THAT'S IT. But that's a BIG problem, young man!"

"But why? It wasn't a problem last night. It didn't bother me at all, and it didn't seem to bother you at all, either, once we started.... you know. Doing it." Silence again. "Did it bother you last night, at the time, while we were doing it? That I'm your---"

"No, Teddy, obviously it didn't bother me last night. I'm sure you could tell."

"Did you even THINK about it, Mom?"

Another long, loud sigh. ".... No, actually, now that you mention it. I didn't think about it at all, while it was.... happening."

I smiled at her. "You were too busy to think about it, I guess."

Another half-smile, staring down the road, arms crossed over her voluminous bosom, determinedly not looking at me. "Yes."

"Okay, so why does it bother you today? What's the difference between last night in bed and right now in the car, except that the sun is shining?"

She was quiet again, looking out the window. Finally she said, "I don't know. It just.... the difference is, it's WRONG."

"But Mom listen, I don't think it's wrong, and YOU didn't think it was wrong last night, so why does it have to be wrong today? We're the only two people involved! You just admitted it yourself, you didn't think about it or care about it while we were doing it, you don't even KNOW why it bothers you, other than that some other people, who have nothing to do with us, say it's wrong.

"But they don't know us! Who cares what anybody else thinks! I sure as hell don't care, why do YOU care?"

"I don't know! I don't know why I care! But I do!"

"Mom, look at me." She didn't look at me. "LOOK AT ME, Mom. Please. Come on."

She turned to look at me.

"Do you think I'm attractive?" She sighed. "Do you?"

"Yes, Teddy, of course I do. Yes. You're handsome and beautiful, honey."

"So you're attracted to me. Physically attracted to me."

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, I'm attracted to you, God help me."

"Sexually?" I asked.

"Teddy."

"I'm just asking. We're just talking here. Are you attracted to me sexually?"

She took a long time to answer, and finally she swallowed and looked out the window and said quietly, "Yes, I'm attracted to you sexually. It would be pretty stupid to try and deny it now, wouldn't it?"

"Well, I'm sexually attracted to you, too. I've been crazy in lust over you and I've had like about a hundred thousand sexual fantasies about you over the last couple of years. Call me weird or whatever, but YOU have been the woman I've thought about, dreamed about. You're the one I always... you know..."

Now it was my turn to be tongue-tied, for some reason. "YOU know. Right? Women do it too, right?"

She looked down, licking her lips. "Are you talking about masturbation?"

"Yes. That's what I mean. When I do that, ever since I found out how to do it, YOU have been the woman I fantasize about having sex with. Seriously. I really, really mean it. In fact, just talking about this has given me a hard-on. Look."

She looked down at my lap, probably despite herself, and the bulge in my pants was painful and obvious. I heard her breathing change, and she swallowed again.

"Look. This is because of you, Mom. All because of you. My dick is hard as a rock, because of YOU. Does that matter to you at all?"

Quietly she said, "Yes, it matters, Teddy. Of course it matters."

"Does it make you feel good to know that?"

Quieter still, she said, "Yes."

"Mom, did you like my dick last night? Did you like having it inside you?"

Now I could hear that her breathing was a little deeper. A little hoarser. She whispered, "Yes. It felt... it was wonderful."

"I LOVED being inside you. It was the best thing I've ever felt in my life. I felt like I'd died and gone to Heaven. I want to feel it again, and again, and again. I want my dick to be inside you FOREVER."

"You.... you do?"

"YEAH, Mom. What do you think I've been talking about? You're my DREAM WOMAN, you're the most beautiful, desirable, sexiest woman I've ever seen! I mean even in magazines and on the Internet, you're the greatest!" She laughed.

"SERIOUSLY, I mean it! You even talked about it yourself last night, remember? All the girls I've ever been interested in looked like YOU! Do you really think that's a coincidence?"

"I.... I don't know," she whispered.

"Well, it's NOT. You're IT, Mom. You always have been. You're my dream woman."

"I am? Are you really serious? Me?"

"Yes, you! And last night was the best night of my life, because I got to fuck my dream woman!"

"Watch your language please."

"Sorry. I got to HAVE SEX with my dream woman. Is that better?"

She smiled. "Yes." There was a pause, and she took a deep breath. "Okay. I guess part of what's bothering me is that.... oh, GOD, I can't believe I'm saying this, but.... last night was the best night of MY life, too."

"Are you serious? It was?"

She nodded. "It was. I loved it. It was the best sex I've ever had in my life, by leaps and bounds. I honestly didn't even know sex could BE that good. You asked before if you were 'okay' in bed? Teddy, you're FANTASTIC in bed. You're AMAZING. You're PERFECT. You're better than I've ever dreamed of! And I knew it was wrong to feel that way about your own son."

"It was the best sex you've ever had? EVER? Really? Are you being serious?"

"Yes, Teddy, I'm being completely serious. It was the most amazing, wonderful sexual experience of my entire life. And it was with my own son."

"So.... so you're saying.... if I wasn't your son, or if you didn't think it was wrong, you'd want to do it again?"

"Oh, lord."

"Would you?"

"Yes. I'd want to do it again and again and again, just like you said. I'd want your...."

".... my dick."

"Yes, your..... that. I'd want it...."

"... inside you."

"Yes. I'd want it inside me forever, just like you said."

I looked at her. "So you DO want it inside you, in other words. You wish you didn't, but you do. Right?"

"Look at the road, young man."

"But is that right, Mom? That's what you want?"

"Yes. I can't lie to you. I do."

I couldn't think of anything to say but, "Wow." She laughed at that.

I looked back at the road and drove. My mind was jumbled with possibilities and ideas and things I wanted to say, so many things that I couldn't decide which to say first. For a minute, the car was quiet.

Finally my mom said, "That looks like it hurts, Teddy."

"What? What's that, Mom?"

"Your.... uhm, your crotch. It looks like it hurts, being hard in your pants like that."

I looked down. "Oh. Yeah, it does, kind of."

"Well, I don't.... I mean.... if you.... if it would make it feel better, you can.... unzip your pants, if you want to. You know, give it ... some room."

I looked at her again. "Really?"

"Look at the road." I looked at the road. "I don't want you to be in pain. You can unzip your pants and---and let it out, or however you say it. If you want to, if it would make it feel better."

"Okay," I said, so full of lust I was dizzy. I reached down and unbuttoned my pants and pulled my zipper down. Immediately a big wad of underwear pushed its way through the opening, my cock straining mightily to escape.

"Is that better?" she asked in a quiet, almost husky voice.

"Well... a little better, yeah."

"But it still hurts?" I nodded. "Well, then.... I guess you may as well take it out of your underwear too, then." I reached down and tried to pull my underwear down, but the steering wheel was in the way and when I tried to pull my pants down to get more access the car lurched to the left, almost into the oncoming lane.

"WAIT, wait, Teddy," she said. "Wait. Let me do it, then. Let's not crash and die. Keep your eyes on the road."

"Okay, Mom."

So she undid her seatbelt and scooted over, then reached down and took hold of my jeans. "Lift your bottom so I can scoot your pants down." I did, and she scooted my pants down. "Okay, now.... uh, well, lift up again so I can scoot your underpants down." So I lifted again and she took hold of the elastic waistband of my underpants and had to pull hard at it to lift it over the bulge of my big hard cock and past the steering wheel.

My cock sprang out into the sunlight with a flourish, smacking against the steering wheel and then bobbing back and forth and pointing right at her huge breasts, which I now saw jiggled with each minor bump in the road, now that they weren't being held in place by the seatbelt across them.

"There," she said, using the palm of her little hand to try and keep my hard cock from hitting the steering wheel, "Does that feel better?"

"Yeah, Mom, it feels great," I said, although in truth now my cock burned painfully out of lust and desire to be stuffed inside her warm pussy.

"Good." She did not scoot back to her seat, and she did not take her eyes off my cock. In fact, I could be wrong, but out of the corner of my eye it looked to me like she licked her lips.

I cleared my throat. "So do you still like it?"

"Oh, Teddy, come on. Knock it off."

"What? I'm just asking. You've never seen it in broad daylight before, at least not since I was a little kid. Does it still look good to you in the light of day?"

She smiled tolerantly. "You are really a terrible person, you know that? Yes, buster, it still looks good in the light of day."

"You, um, talked last night about how big it was. Does it still look big?"

"Obviously, Teddy, it's very large. Don't act stupid. You know you're exceptionally well-endowed."

I cleared my throat, feeling kind of proud of myself. "Is it the biggest one you've ever seen?"

She rolled her eyes. "You're not exactly talking to someone with a lot of experience, you know. I think I've seen, maybe.... three in my whole life. But YES, buster, YES, yours is the biggest I've ever seen, by a country mile. Okay? You have a great big, hard, beautiful, magnificent penis and you know how to use it to make a woman feel wonderful. Are you satisfied now?"

"Not yet," I grinned, and she laughed. "So tell me."

"Oh LORD, what? Now what do you want me to say?"

She still hadn't taken her eyes off it, by the way. The way it kept lightly smacking against her palm when the car bounced a little was like heaven on earth.

"Well, like we talked about, if I wasn't your son, or if you didn't CARE that I was your son, would you still want it inside you, fucking you? I'm just asking." My cock hummed with lust beneath her fingers.

She smirked. "You're just asking, huh. Okay. Yes. The answer is yes, I would."

"So you DO want it inside you, in other words. You just wish you didn't want it."

"Right. Correct. Do we have it straight, now?"

"Okay. Just checking."

We drove in silence for another minute or so, and she just kept on staring at my cock, and I kept on checking out her gently-bouncing knockers as I drove down the road, wishing I could just pull over and fuck her.... but I knew she wasn't ready yet. Not yet.

I cleared my throat and said, "Um... you realize that you're staring at it, right?"

She glanced up at me. "Yes. I do realize that." She took a deep breath, and her eyes cast down again. "It's pretty hard NOT to stare at, sticking up like that."

We rode on for a few more minutes, she staring placidly at my erect member, me watching the road and glancing over to look at her face as she stared. Every so often, just because I couldn't keep my hands off it, I reached down and stroked it and every time I did I heard a sharp intake of breath from my mother, reacting. I wanted to reach over and put HER hand on it, but I was afraid she wasn't..... quite..... there yet.

Finally I looked over at her and I said, "So you know it's not going to go down, right? I mean, it's going to stay hard like this unless something gets.... you know, done to it. You know that."

She sighed and nodded. "I'm beginning to realize that, yes."

"Do you have any ideas, Mom?"

"You are AWFUL."

I smiled. "I know."

She was silent another minute, then she took a deep breath and said, "Well, obviously we can't go on and on like this, we'll have to stop for gas or food or something eventually, so clearly we're going to have to do something about it."

Another deep breath. "If you.... if I let you, uh, rub yourself, masturbate, would you be able to do it and keep focused on the road?"

I shrugged. "I guess I could try it. You're supposed to use both hands to drive, though. That's the problem. Ten and two. Just like they taught me in school."

"Oh. I see. Well.... All right, tell me what you want, then."

"Could you do it for me, Mom? How about that?"

"Well..... I.... I COULD, I suppose, but...... I've never done it before."

"You've never jacked a guy off? Really?"

"Yes really. In my day we didn't do things like that. Or rather, I guess probably people DID do things like that, but I didn't. And your father never asked me."

"Would you have done it for him if he'd asked, Mom?"

She thought a moment. "I guess I would have, yes. I used to dream about things we could do together, that we never did. I thought about sex.... a LOT, actually. I always wanted more than he would give me. One time I let him.... oh, god, what am I saying? Never mind."

"No, what? Tell me. You let him what?"

She blushed, and buried her face in her hands. "Once I let him put.... his penis.... between my breasts and rub it around."

"WOW. Do you know how many times I've dreamed of doing that with you?"

She looked up at my face. "You have?"

"Oh my GOD yes. Are you kidding, Mom? The size of your breasts? You've probably never met a guy who didn't dream of putting his dick between those huge things. I'd KILL to titfuck you! Who wouldn't?"

"Is that what they call it? Titf... well, you know."

I nodded. "That's what they call it. Do you think you'd ever let me do that, Mom? Titfuck you?"

She looked down at my cock again. "Maybe. I don't know. Oh my lord, I'm so confused. What are we doing?"

She'd asked me this last night, too, and my answer had gone over well, so I decided to give her the same answer. "What comes naturally between a man and a woman. That's what we're doing. I'm a man, you're a woman. Right?"

"Right."

"Men and women have desires. Right?"

She looked up at me and smiled. "Yes, they do."

I nodded, then nodded down at the bobbing pole between my legs. "So we desire each other, and it's okay." Pause. "Okay?"

"Okay." With a deep breath she reached her hand over to touch my cock. Her little fingers brushed gently against the rubbery tip of my cock and it sent a massive jolt of electricity through me, so powerful that the car lurched sickeningly to the left before I corrected.

"Now you CAN'T DO THAT, Teddy," she cautioned. "You have to focus on the road while this is going on, or I'm not going to do it for you. Understand?"

"Okay, Mom, I'm sorry. It was just that feeling of you touching it for the first time. It'll be better now. I promise. I'll keep my eyes on the road. You can do it."

"All right, then," she said, and touched the hard shaft of my cock with the tips of her fingers, testing me to see how I'd react.

It felt incredible, beyond words, but I kept the car on the straight and narrow, to show her I could. Then, just with the tips of her fingers, she stroked her way up to the rubber tip again, and then stroked down, just the lightest touch, a hint of her fingernails. I settled back against the seat and maneuvered my hips a little, trying to give her more access to my cock.

For a minute or two she just continued to stroke it gently, brushing it with the pads of her fingers like playing a violin or something, at least that's how I imagined it.

"I can't believe how beautiful it is," she said quietly, I think to herself, not to me.

"Really?"

She nodded, stroking and staring as if in a trance. "It's so perfect, it's like.... I guess it's like what you would imagine the perfect one would look like. It's big, it's really big actually, but not so big that it would hurt you.... I remember Madge Ormonson once telling me when we were drunk one afternoon that her husband's penis was so large that she hated having sex with him because it hurt very bad, and she did it as little as possible. I understood having sex as little as possible at the time, but.... I remember thinking if there was a GOOD one out there I'd want to do it all the time, day and night."

I smiled at her. "And mine's a good one?"

"It's PERFECT. I can't even think of words for it. It's heavy, and it's so HARD, like a rock.... and I love how it curves a little toward you, like this," she said, and traced the tips of her fingers up the shaft of my cock, driving me wild, making it very very hard to think about the road. GOD, I wanted to fuck her!!!

Then her fingers ever-so-tenderly rubbed the top of my cock and tenderly squeezed the purple, rubbery head, and she smiled as I groaned in ecstatic pleasure from her touch.

"You like that, baby?" she asked.

"Oh god, Mom...."

She kept stroking the head of my cock, caressing it with her palm, and she smiled again and said, "I think this is my favorite part of it, though, the top."

"Mmmmmm....... really?" I gasped, squirming in my seat.

She nodded. "Yes, it's, well it's just so..... BIG, and SOFT, I mean, the rest of it is so hard, but this part is soft enough that it doesn't hurt, it feels like a sponge almost...." And she gently squeezed it and rubbed it with the pad of her thumb. "It's the most wonderful thing to feel inside me, because I can feel how big it is inside, how it's pushing its way into me, like a force, but.... a GENTLE force because it's so soft. It feels so good, I.... I couldn't get enough of it, I didn't want it to ever leave me." She blushed just then, shaking her head. "I can't believe I'm saying these things to you."

I didn't say anything, I just felt her hand on my cockhead and breathed and tried not to crash the car. I was in ecstasy. BEYOND ecstasy.

She asked, "Teddy, what else do you want me to do? Teach me."

My mouth was a desert. I had to swallow before I could speak. "Spit in your palm."

"What?"

"Spit in your palm. Seriously."

She held her hand up and awkwardly spit into it, then looked at me questioningly.

"Rub it round your palm with your finger," I said. She did, spreading her spittle all over her hand, then looked back at me. "Now wrap your hand around my dick and rub up and down, slowly."

"Ohhh, I see, it's for lubrication," she said, and wrapped her little fingers around my hard cock, and slowly, gently, she began moving her hand up and down. "Is this right?"

"Uhhhgghhhh.... yeah.... you can squeeze harder," I grunted, my pelvis rising off the seat.

So she squeezed harder, feeling my cock pulse and vibrate in her hand, and she found a rhythm as her hand slowly rubbed up and down the length of my cock, and she was squeezing harder as she stroked down, lighter as she stroked up, drawing me up off the seat with her tender touch that felt so amazing.... I kept having to remind myself to watch the road, watch the road, all this will end if you don't watch the fucking road..... her stroking became a little more intense now, pumping her fist down expertly now and drawing her little slick fingers up around to pinch the tip of my cock and rub it with her palm, then spit into her hand again, and again, making sure she had a lot of spit in there, and spread it around her palm and her fingers and spit again for good measure and then took hold of my cock again, leaning forward intently now, breathing with me as I gasped and squirmed on the seat under her work.

And she knew what she was doing now, it was instinctive, her timing, her rhythm, the pressure of her fingers around me, and I pushed my pelvis up as she pushed down, fucking her hand.

My breathing became a ragged gasp and a grunt and her breathing became ragged too, her face and neck flushed red with passion as she saw and felt the effect she was having on me. She was amazing. My mother. I realized, SHE CREATED ME, and she knew me. She knew all of me, now.

"Mom?" I gasped.

"Yes, darling?"

"Can you.... ohOHHHHyeah..... uhhhh, can you take your tits out so I can see them? Please?"

She looked at the bouncing watermelons down there, seeming to consider it, but then, still stroking me expertly without missing a beat, she shook her head. "Nnnno, not now, sweetie. Your eyes are supposed to be on the road, not my boobs. As much as you seem to like them, you'd probably forget you were even driving a CAR." She giggled."OOOOHHHH..... but I want to see them in the light, Mom, I still haven't SEEN them.... uhhh...."

"I know you want to see them, Teddy, and the way things are going I have a strong feeling that you WILL be seeing them very soon, but we can't right now. I don't want to get into a wreck and have to explain what we were doing, if we even survive."

"Oh Mom please please please, just show me one, PLEASE....."

"I said no and I meant NO young man," she said firmly, my bossy mother again, only now my bossy mother giving me a fantastic handjob, the best of my entire life by far.

"Okay, Mom," I said, and it was hard to feel disappointment when I was having such intense feelings of pleasure. "Could I, then..... could I touch them, then? Just for a minute?"

She considered a minute, and sighed. "All right, just for a second, because you're doing such a good job keeping the car in our lane.... but just ONE swerve and no more, you got me, mister?"

I nodded and she took my hand with her hand that wasn't gently stroking my cock and she put it against the swell of her left breast, pushing my palm against the firm soft roundness, pushing harder until I was cupping her tit, making my fingers squeeze the mass of flesh as she gasped and grasped my cock a little harder, stroking it a little faster.

"Can you feel my nipple, baby?" she gasped. "It's hard."

"I can't feel it," I said.

"Oh, it's my brassiere, it's too thick, that's why."

"Industrial strength," I grinned over at her.

She shrugged. "They have to be to hold up these things."

I nodded, and without another word I unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and slipped my hand inside, then pushed it inside the bra too, until I was cupping her massive breast without interference, feeling around for her nipple. It had to be in there somewhere.

"Um, excuse me, mister, just what do you think you're doing?" I didn't answer, I just kept squeezing and searching, and finally I found the hard little button of a nipple and pinched it, and she let out a loud breathy GASP and called out my name and squeezed my cock even harder. "Oh YES Teddy yes, pinch it, pinch it harder, pinch as hard as you can! Please, baby! OH!"

So I pinched, and each time I pinched her little nipple her hand squeezed my cock and rubbed harder, and I pushed my pelvis up against her hand, desperately trying to remember that I was supposed to be driving a car.

All I wanted to do at that moment was pull over and take her tits out of her blouse and suck on them while she rubbed my cock. I didn't know if that was even anatomically possible but I wanted to FIND OUT..... but Mom could be very stubborn when she wanted to be, and I knew if I pulled over she'd say no way buster and everything would stop, so I just rubbed and pinched the hard button of nipple inside her bra while she pumped her fist up and down on my rigid cock, and each new moment was the greatest moment of my life.

"Mom I want to fuck you again," I grunted.

"I know you do, baby," she replied, throwing back her head and crying out in rapture as I rubbed her nipple back and forth between my two pinching fingers. "OH! OH! YES TEDDY! YES OH GOD OH GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD!"

"I want to pull over and fuck you right now," I said to her.

"We can't, honey, we can't just pull over and have sex in the car in a public place like this... oh baby, honey.... OHHHH.........."

"We'll go behind a tree...." Then I cried out too, loving the feeling of her fingers squeezing and rubbing my hard thrusting cock.

"Oh yes there! THERE RUB THAT RUB THAT RUB ME THERE BABY!!!!" Without thinking she took her hand off my cock and slipped it inside the elastic waistband of her pants, spreading her legs on the seat, jamming her hand down between her thighs and rubbed herself, and within seconds she was crying out like a banshee and bucking her hips, cumming.

What a sexual dynamo my mother was! She rubbed herself down there for a long time, moving her hips around on the seat and purring and whimpering and moaning as I continued to fondle her breast and pinch her nipple, and I saw the impression of her hand inside her pants between her plump thighs, moving around and around in circles down there. She kept going for a long time, she had big, long orgasms, but after awhile she finally stopped gasping for air and bucking her hips around and stopped rubbing herself between her thighs, and returned to the business at hand, wrapping her wet, sticky fingers around my cock again and finding the rhythm again and giving me the greatest, slowest, sweetest handjob I'd ever had in my life.

She leaned over and kissed my cheek, and I turned just enough to kiss her on the lips, and she nuzzled her nose and her lips against my neck. It took awhile for her to get her breathing back under control and find her words again.

"God, Teddy, the things you can do to me," she whispered against my skin.

"The things you ARE doing to me, right now," I replied. I looked down; my lap was a mushy, slobbery mess; she had spit in her palm and directly onto my cock so many times that my cock and her fingers were glistening with sticky ropes of saliva, and the squeaky-wet sound of the movements of her hand filled our little car.

She frowned. "Are.... are you sure I'm doing it right, honey?"

"Am I...? HELL YEAH I'm sure. Why?"

"Well..." She paused, and despite what she was doing and what she'd just done, she blushed. "Well, shouldn't you already have... you know, had a... a climax or... well, you know what I mean. I've been doing this for a few minutes already, and if it felt good, shouldn't you...?"

I grinned at her and shook my head. "I want it to last, Mom. Don't worry, you're doing it just right."

"You mean you're... holding back, on purpose?" I nodded. "You can DO that?"

"Sure."

"I didn't know men could do that. Your... well, your father, he never took very long to finish. I never got to... you know, have one MYSELF... I had to finish on my own later, after he was asleep. Last night when you and I were, you know, together, and when I had time to..."

"Have an orgasm?"

She blushed again. "Yes. When I was able to do that, I didn't know how it happened, I guess I assumed it was a fluke, or something. You can really do that?"

"Yeah, Mom, I can hold off as long as you want. I mean, not FOREVER, not with you, but for awhile. Mmmm........." her hand slipped gently pinched the rubbery head of my cock for a second and I felt her fingertip rub the opening, and it sent a jolt of electricity through my body.

"OH GOD, Mom.... ohhhh.... yeah, I guess there are some things you could do that I wouldn't be able to hold back any longer."

She smiled. "Oh, really? Interesting... like this?" she squeezed my spongy cockhead again with her nimble fingertips and it felt incredible. My reaction was obvious. "Is there anything else I could do that would, uh, drive you over the edge with passion?" She giggled.

"Well yeah, there's something that just popped into my head," I admitted.

"What?"

I glanced over at her, at her luscious ruby lips. I started to open my mouth to speak, then I stopped. This was still MY MOTHER I was talking to, after all.

"What?" she asked, half-smiling. "What is it?"

"I...."

She giggled. Her eyes were as big as saucers. "Teddy, you're BLUSHING! After everything we've done and everything we've talked about, and the fact that I'm holding your penis in my hands..... what could possibly make you blush?"

"Well.... I.... I just...."

"Just SAY IT, honey. I swear I won't get mad. I may not DO IT, if it's dangerous, but you can ask me. Go ahead."

I swallowed, and licked my lips. Okay. Here we go. "Okay.... I.... I would love it... I would really love it if.... if you were to put your mouth on it. You know.... lick it. Kiss it." I paused and she looked into my eyes. "Maybe ... suck it?"

"You mean your penis?" she asked, looking down at it in her fingers. I nodded. "You mean, right NOW? Here in the car? While you're driving?"

I shrugged. "If you wanted to."

"That seems incredibly dangerous, honey."

"Why? I'd still have both hands on the steering wheel, my foot on the gas, nothing would have to change..."

She looked around at the other cars. "Do people really DO that? While they're driving?"

"Yeah, of course, Mom. All the time."

Then she looked at me. "Have YOU ever done that?"

I shrugged again. "Once or twice."

"You---wait a minute, you've had a girl put your penis in her mouth and suck it while you were driving a car? MY car?"

"Well, I wanted it to be you, but I didn't think that was ever possible since you're my mother, so it had to be other girls. But not now, not anymore. Now I just want it to be you, forever."

She took all this in, still gently rubbing my throbbing-hard cock, almost as if she'd forgotten about it. "So other women have been here, where I am, rubbing you and kissing you and showing you their boobs and everything, huh?"

"Mom, please don't feel bad or be jealous or anything. I ALWAYS was thinking about you when it was happening, I ALWAYS was dreaming and fantasizing about it being your hand that was rubbing my cock and licking it, ALWAYS. And now it is, and I never want it to go back to the way it was, with girls I could only pretend were you."

"You... you did that, baby? You pretended they were me? Really? Do you promise?" I loved how when we talked about sexual things she sounded like a girl again, not like my stern, no-nonsense mother.

I nodded. "Mom, that's what I've been SAYING. It's always been you. I swear."

She looked me in the eyes for a moment, then leaned over and kissed me and kissed my neck for awhile, and the movement of her little hand on my big hard cock became focused again, and she looked down at herself giving me a handjob.

"Were those other girls as good as me at doing this?" she asked, smiling like she knew the answer. I shook my head. "So you like it better when I do it?" I nodded vigorously. "And you'd like it if I kissed you down there, too?" I nodded again. She took a deep breath. "Okay. I'm going to trust you."

She scooted over and got on her knees, and leaned over and brushed her lips against the head of my cock. NOTHING had ever felt so exquisitely wonderful as that, nothing, EVER. I shuddered and gripped the steering wheel.

"You seem to like that," she said, grinning up at me.

"Oh..... yeah...." I managed.

"Well let's try this, then," she whispered, and started kissing my cock.

She kissed the head, and the shaft, and the base, and the head, spreading her lips so I could feel the warm wetness of her tongue just for a second and I had to hold my breath and concentrate harder than I'd ever concentrated on anything to keep from cumming right then and there.

I felt the warmth of her breath on my cock as she whispered, "Oh, you do seem to like that a lot, don't you?"

"Uh huh," I grunted.

While she was kissing and licking my cock, slowly and savoringly, she said, "Do I do this better than the other girls?"

"UUGGGGH.... YES, yes Mom..... oh, ohhhhhhh..... oh SHIT..... you're the best ever."

"Good," she said and took me into her mouth.