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Far into the early hours, after yet more drinks and showers, dad puts mom on her hands and knees on the bed and fucks her in her ass. I stand before them masturbating and watching before mom beckons me over. She doesn't have to ask, I know what she wants as she opens her mouth and I send my cock once more to the back of her throat. Mom's eyes are rolling David is a big strapping 19 year old. He stands 6ft 4 in tall.

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I had willingly fucked my son in the backseat of the car while my husband drove us on the first leg of a long trip to my son's college where he would begin his higher education. He returned the favour in the shower, although using the removable shower head instead of his mouth.

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M: It was awesome! I thought to myself. I prepared for him to start fucking me, but I was surprised once again as I felt his finger beginning to probe my asshole. Yet, without lube and at this angle it wasn't going to be nearly as pleasant. M: Your father thinks it's disgusting. In part one, Backseat Mommy: A Long Hard Ride, circumstances dictate that a mom must sit on her college-age son's lap for a long drive.

I was horny as hell and I wanted it now! As the day progresses, she is unable to resist the temptation of riding her son's insistent cock. I glanced nervously at my husband, but fortunately he was focused on the road, which was slick with a downpouring of rain. We met Cory downstairs for breakfast, and regardless of the guilt I'd awakened with, the moment I saw him I knew I was going to fuck him again.

C: Dad doesn't fuck your sweet ass? C: Don't make me spank you. Review: This is part two of the Backseat Mommy series. If Cory is texting it will begin with a C: and be underlined. And for the next hour I sat anchored on my son's cock.

M: And I'd love that cock of yours slamming into my shit hole as you fucked me so hard I would shout to the entire world that my son was a dirty Mother fucker. With this torrent pummeling noisily on the roof of the car, and the wiper blades going full speed in an attempt to give Alex enough visibility to drive safely, there was no way he would be paying any attention at all to what was happening directly behind him.

I slowly began riding my son up and down, glancing out the left window to see that the rain was coming down even harder now. I grabbed for my phone and texted him: M: Why? Mommy needs it now!!! I swallowed the entire load and asked, "Wanna me in the shower? He isn't seriously thinking of fucking my ass?

I thought to myself, About time. But the shower head was a nice substitute, since he did make me come. Feeling his flaccid cock slowly growing in my mouth was always a turn-on I loved the power of using my mouth to make a cock go hard.

Instead, I just allowed the longest tease of my life to drive me wild. M: Last week. C: Details. C: Oh, Mom, if only I'd known all this earlier. Although I hadn't had anal sex since college, Alex astounding me by refusing when I offered him my backdoor during the third day of our honeymoon in Niagara Falls.

You may start riding me, but keep texting me. M: Or put me over your knee and spanked my bare bottom for being such a bad Mommy-slut and not offering you my sweet cock sucking mouth, my burning hot cunt and my tight hot asshole for my son to deposit his sweet cum inside? M: Not with a real cock anyway! I added, really addressing only my son, referring to blue balls, "Don't try and last too long, sweetheart.

I wanted to ride on it, or grind on it, yet I just obediently sat on it. I responded frankly: M: Not since college. I'd only ever awakened him like this once before, the morning after our wedding twenty years ago, and he had joked for all those years since that I knew how to wake him up properly, although he wished I would do it again. He responded: C: No regrets?

Alex never spanked me either, another thing I'd really gotten off on back in college. Wanting to text him nasty stuff M: Why, would you have bent me over the kitchen table and slammed this big sausage in my asshole? Yet instead, I just sat there like a firefighter with a hose available, but no water. I pondered whether I should tell him the truth.

When the noise of the heavy rain on our roof finally paused, Alex asked, "How you guys doing back there? I felt Cory pulling my thong aside and slowly lowering me onto his fully erect cock. Note 2: There is a lot of texting in this story. You'll go all numb.

Note 1: Thanks to Robert, Tenzin, goamz86, and Wayne for editing. I felt like a high schooler again A chill went up my spine as I felt his hands grasping my hips. He was always happy to receive oral, but thought giving it was disgusting, so he wouldn't do it. After a couple of minutes he groaned, "Oh my, Sarah, what's gotten into you?

C: Holy shit, Mom. I would love to hear those words coming out of your mouth! Another chill when he lifted me off his lap. I responded back: M: Easy access for your big dick. He texted me again, beginning a lengthy texting conversation: C: Have you ever been fucked in the ass? Ten minutes later we were on the road, with me once again sitting on my son's lap, when he texted me: C: Thigh highs again? Note 3: This story and the entire series was updated in October with a new edit by Tex Beethoven. I heard soft whimpers and wondered whether he was having a sex dream or was waking up. Once I was sitting entirely down on his dick, he sent another text: C: Let's just sit like this for a while.

What I really loved was sharp little slaps on my clit when I was getting close, another thing I did to myself when I was home alone and using my toys in my two holes. M: I'm beginning to wonder if you were switched at birth. As was always the case when we had morning sex, which was rare, he didn't last long, quickly spewing in my mouth. I couldn't explain it The sex with him yesterday had been exhilarating, whether we were in the backseat risking the possibility of getting caught, or in his hotel room having intense sex while my son took complete control of me.

I texted back: M: Not doing it with you sooner. The words I'd been dying to hear I eagerly obeyed, moving my left hand to the top of my husband's seat while holding my phone in the other. I had no idea what he had in mind for me today Alex asked as we ate, "You sure you guys can endure another day squeezed back there together? He then texted me, as my pussy was again full: C: Put your phone on mute.

I figured at this point there was no reason to be prudish or conservative with him.


I did. I sighed. I did fuck myself in the ass on occasion when I was home alone I tried to relax and allow his finger in, having had my vibrating butt plug in there just last week, which was much bigger. M: LOL. C: So when was the last time you had something in that fine ass of yours? C: You got me Mommy-slut, I'm turning you loose.

His finger teased me for a couple more minutes but it didn't enter, before he lowered my pussy back onto his throbbing cock. Last night I had snuck out of our hotel room while my husband slept and rushed into my son's room to fuck him again.

If it is from the Mom it will have an M: and be in bold. I woke up the next morning washed full of guilt. Another half hour passed, although it seemed like three, before Cory placed his hands back on my hips. Backseat Mommy: Ass Fucked I woke up the next morning filled with guilt. I nodded.

I was worried he meant that he wasn't planning on fucking me during this long, dreary drive. With guilt controlling me, although it was tempered by a tingle in my pussy at reminiscing about yesterday and last night, I climbed under the sheets and took my husband Alex's cock in my mouth. I tried to read a book, but that was useless as I couldn't absorb a single word. I was dismayed when he grabbed my hips and held me in place.