No Monkey Business P3

The man grunted in response and nodded in the vague direction of the back of the store. My heart sank, as that was no good. But then he muttered "Round back, outside." My heart leapt, then settled back down to where it started.

"Thanks!" I said, trying to walk casually out of the store. I saw mom stood by the car, and she gave me a curious look as I emerged from the store. I inclined my head in what I hoped was a universal signal for 'Come and follow me around the back of this convenience store'. Based on the way she then followed me around the back of that convenience store I think my hope was well placed.

"Here?" mom asked, as she caught up with me outside the small extension protruding from the back of the convenience store. A heavily repainted sign saying "Toilets" hung from a dilapidated door. I shrugged, mom sighed, and then she walked in. After a quick glance around she crooked her finger and beckoned me inside.

I think we were both surprised about the interior of the little toilet block. It wasn't going to win any awards any time soon, but nor did I think I would catch some horrible disease just by touching a surface with some exposed skin. There were three cubicles and a sink and hand dryer. Mom quickly checked all three cubicles to make sure we were alone in there then dragged me into the one closest to the door. The cubicle door had a small bolt to keep it locked, and I was pleased to see that the door covered most of the gap it was set into. Unless someone was going to lay their face on the floor or had a periscope in their pocket they wouldn't be able to see what was going on in our cubicle. Which was good, because we weren't going to be doing anything good.

Having pulled me into the cubicle, mom bolted the door behind her and then started undoing my pants. I tried to help but she batted my hands away. As soon as she'd shoved my pants and underwear down to my knees she pushed me backwards onto the toilet. Fortunately the toilet lid was down or our escapade could have had a rather unfortunate and wet ending.

Once I was sat she dropped to her knees in front of me and went to town on my cock. I really don't know where mom learned to give such amazing blowjobs, given what I assume was a total lack of experience. Maybe she had a dildo back home that she practised on, on the off chance she got into a sexual situation and wanted to shine. Well, shine she did, her lips and tongue working in concert to make my cock feel incredible. I let out a soft groan at the sensations, and tilted my head back, eyes closed. Mom paused then and whacked me lightly on the knee to get my attention.

"Hey," she said, "keep an ear open for anyone coming." I thought about making an obvious wise crack but then her head dropped back down onto my lap and I couldn't even think of an obvious one.

With uncanny presence of mind I had noted that the path leading up to the toilet block we were in was fully gravelled, so I felt confident that we would hear anyone crunching their way up to it. It helped that it was quiet in there, the only sound being the wet slobbering of mom's mouth on my cock. That and another slightly wet sound. I looked down trying to figure out what this other sound was, and saw that mom had her skirt bunched up around her waist and was rubbing her fingertips rapidly back and forth over her clit. Her exposed clit. Apparently mom hadn't been wearing underwear this whole time we were out. My cock jumped at this realisation, which mom must have thought meant I was close.

Quickly standing up she put her feet either side of the toilet and lowered herself down, grabbing my cock as she came down and lining it up along the length of her pussy. She then started rubbing herself back and forward, pushing her slit down against my hardness, and getting some serious stimulation on her clit in the process. She lowered her head to my shoulder as she grinded, picking up the pace until I was worried we were going to break the toilet.

"Close," she said into my shoulder after a few minutes of this. I didn't know if she was saying she was close to cumming or asking if I was. I suspected both were true.

"I'm close," I said, feeling my orgasm building up. In fact it was more than building up, I really didn't know how much longer I would last. "Crap," I hissed, "I'm gonna cum!"

Mom raised herself off me and lifted my cock upright before slamming back down onto it. Not missing a beat she raised and lowered her hips again, and again, and again, and-

We both froze as we heard the door to the block opening. Mom put her knuckle in her mouth and I could see her biting down on it to keep from making any noise, while I clamped my lips shut and tried not to move. I had been one more thrust away from cumming and even now I felt like an errant move from mom might topple me over the edge.

Whoever had just come into the toilets didn't seem to be aware that they'd interrupted anything. I heard them whistling some tuneless ditty as they meandered over to the cubicle furthest from ours. The whistling never stopped as I heard the bolt slide home, a toilet lid being lifted and pants being undone. It was far from arousing but given that I was balls deep in my mom I didn't think I was in danger of losing my erection.

Mom was either even hornier than I was or less worried about being heard. Whatever the case, once the unmistakable sound of someone pissing reached us, mom must have decided that our new neighbor was too busy to notice us. She leant back slightly and reached between us, returning her fingers to her clit and starting to strum it furiously. I looked at her with wide eyes, hoping they conveyed how much I thought this was a bad idea. But mom had her eyes closed and a look of ecstasy on her face, so my expression was a waste of time.

She must really have been close as moments later she shook, her orgasm striking. Her mouth opened in an 'o' of pleasure, and I was sure she was going to start crying out and get us busted. Instead she leaned down and bit hard into my shoulder. Then I was sure I was going to cry out and get us busted.

At that moment the flush sounded from two cubicles down and, with noises momentarily being disguised we both let out quiet variations on the theme of "Oh fuck".

Mom's pussy was clenching around my cock as she came, pulling me into her almost hard enough to trigger my own orgasm. But pissing sounds have never been my fetish and I'd been brought back far enough from the edge to just avoid cumming.

I'd never been so happy to hear someone not wash their hands after using the toilet as I was then. The other occupant of the block audibly finished up, unbolted their cubicle, and then walked straight out. I paused for a moment longer, until I heard the door to the block click shut, then I sprang into action.

Mom had her arms draped around my shoulders and her mouth still at my shoulder. I grabbed her ass in both hands and stood up, thankful that mom automatically wrapped her legs around me even in her post-orgasmic fugue. I rushed forwards then, surprisingly quickly for someone with his jeans wrapped around his knees. My cock was still buried in mom's pussy and my orgasm was still within arm's reach, so I slammed mom's back into the cubicle door, planning to fuck her against it and cum before my arm's got tired. Oh, and in under five thrusts. Maybe six. No more than ten.

That was the plan, anyway. Instead, with the sound of wood breaking, the bolt tore from the cubicle door and it burst open. I almost lost my balance, but managed to keep staggering forward until mom's back crashed into the wall of the toilet block, luckily not a part with the sink or hand dryer.

Mom let out an oof as we collided with the wall, then seemed to notice where we were: out in the part of the toilet block where anyone could walk in, not safely ensconced in the cubicle. She murmured "Oh shit" and started bucking her hips against me like a crazy person. "Hurry up," she said, "fuck me already!" I had to wonder again if mom enjoyed this risk of getting caught more than I did.

While I had no intention of getting caught, I was extraordinarily close to cumming and didn't want to carry mom back into a second cubicle just to try again. Instead I fucked her there, against the wall. Between mom's hips going crazy and my frantic bucking I don't really know how many thrusts we managed before my orgasm announced its imminent arrival. Probably less than ten.

"Mom!" I groaned.

"Oh god," mom groaned.

"I'm cumming!" I said.

"Yes!" mom said.

"Crunch" said the gravel outside.

It would have been almost comical for anyone watching. Both our eyes went wide before mom pushed herself up just as I pulled back and let her drop back onto her feet. My cock was still out, still hard, and still hadn't cum, but I didn't have time to worry about that. I all but threw myself back into the cubicle we'd just been using, and mom shoved the door shut behind me. I saw her pushing her skirt back down to her ankles as the door slammed into me. How she was going to disguise the look of someone almost caught fucking, I didn't know.

I reached for the bolt on the cubicle door but then remembered this was the door we'd just broken. At that moment I heard the toilet block's door open, and someone walk in. With no bolt I just held the cubicle door in place, praying that whoever had come in didn't try to open it too much. I heard mom give a slightly out of breath "Hi" to whoever had walked in, and a soft female voice said "Hi" back before the furthest cubicle door away creaked open then shut again.

By the sound of it mom was washing her hands. She dragged out the process, maybe not wanting to leave me alone in there. Or maybe wanting to finish what we'd started when the new occupant left.

But there's only so long one can pretend to be washing your hands, and after a couple of minutes I heard mom leave the toilet block. I considered going after her but I still had a death grip on the cubicle door, meaning my jeans were still half way down my legs and my cock was still poking out, not quite as hard as it had been but clearly pretty disgruntled. I decided to wait it out.

I didn't have to wait long. After another minute I heard the other toilet goer flush then leave their cubicle, before washing their hands and heading out. I waited for a half minute more then yanked up my underwear and pants and high tailed it out of there.

I could see mom sat in the passenger seat of my car so I stalked over and got in the driver's side. Mom didn't say anything, and I just grasped the steering wheel like someone was trying to steal it from me.

I'd been so close to cumming not once but twice, and I could feel little pulses of energy running through my cock as if to remind me that I had unfinished business down there.

"Sorry about that, hon," said mom, breaking me out of my reverie.

"It's okay," I said, hoping I didn't sound like a petulant child.

"When we get home..." mom said, raising her eyebrows. I nodded, not sure if I could wait that long.

It turned out I was right. I couldn't wait that long.

"Where are we headed?" asked mom. We'd reached the outskirts of our town but the opposite side to that which we lived. At this time on a Friday we should have just driven straight through the center of town to get home. That wasn't what I was doing.

"Scenic route," I said, giving mom a small smile. She looked suspicious, but couldn't help smiling back.

"Right..." she drawled.

In my defence the route was quite scenic in the right light. But it was now fully dark and that wasn't the right light. Half way down a quiet residential street I turned left around the side of a small school that had been closed for decades. When the school was open there had been a road leading off to a bunch of farms a mile or so behind the road. Now the schools and the farms were all deserted and the road wasn't that well known. I knew it because it was a great local place to park your car in a shady spot and not worry about being disturbed. It had certainly worked plenty of times for me and Cassie when we'd been dating and I was damn well going to make use of it now.

After a few minutes of trundling down the crumbling old street I parked up between two great oak trees towering up from the side of the road, then killed the engine. Mom looked at me, a sly smile just visible on her face in the dim light coming through the windshield, and her eyebrows raised in a question.

"Get in the back," I said.

Mom didn't need asking twice and we both rushed to undo our seatbelts and get out of our doors, then get back in through the back doors. We groped for each other in the dark and immediately pressed our lips together once we found each other. Mom's tongue was the first to make a move but we were soon making out like a pair of horny teenagers. We each had a hand on the other's back, grasping at each other. Mom's other hand was in my hair, pulling my lips to hers every time they drifted. My other hand was on mom's ass. Because I may not have mentioned this but I love my mom's ass.

After a few minutes of desperate kissing mom's hand went to my top and pulled up on it. I took the hint and leaned back to pull it off and toss it on the front seat. Then, realising it was something I should have done a while ago, I grabbed hold of the bottom of mom's jumper and pulled it up and, with a little help, over her head. It figured that the first time I got mom's top off it was all but pitch black. Still, as our lips returned to one another I made sure to get a handful of breast, squeezing it between my fingers and rubbing my thumb over the ever hardening nipple.

It all felt amazing, the kiss, one tit in my hand, the other grazing my chest. But my cock was crying out for release and mom must have realised this as she soon disentangled herself and reached down to fumble blindly with my jeans. I reached down and took over, sliding my jeans and underwear down to my ankles then kicking them off with my shoes and socks. While I was doing that I heard a zipper somewhere, which threw me for a moment since my jeans were buttoned up. But then I made out mom's silhouette moving around beside me and realised she was shedding her skirt too. The fact that we were both finally naked together would have gotten me even harder if it had been possible, but my cock had never been this hard before in my life and just had nothing else to give.

Once our clothes were shed, mom wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me down on top of her as she lay on her back in the back seat of my car. My cock lay on her stomach, pulsing in time with my heartbeat and as we started kissing again mom reached down to grab it and started jerking me off, smearing precum from the head down over the rest of my cock as she did so.

I groaned into mom's mouth, really not sure how much longer I'd be able to hold out after the events earlier in the evening. Mom stopped kissing me and leaned around to gently nip my earlobe. She then whispered in my ear "Get that cock in my mouth."

I scrambled onto my knees and shuffled forward on them, my cock sliding up mom's torso leaving a trail of precum in its wake. I'd been aiming for her mouth, I really had. But half way there mom let out a "Coo" of delight and I had to groan again as my cock found itself nestled between mom's tits. She put a hand on my stomach to halt my forward progress and, after an excruciating few seconds, I felt her move her large, soft breasts over my cock, wrapping it up in their warmth.

I started humping forward, the copious amounts of precum oozing from my cock making it easy to slide between mom's tits. I didn't think it could feel any better, right up until the moment that mom started meeting the tip of my cock with her swirling tongue at the top of each of my strokes.

I leant back, suddenly feeling like I was going to faint. Or just cum. Or both. I managed not to do either for a few seconds more, but having leaned back I realised my hands were level with mom's hips.

I stopped thrusting my hips. If I'd thought that would slow down the stimulation then I was sorely mistaken as mom immediately started massaging her breasts up and down around my cock, a sensation that if anything felt better than it had when I was the one doing the moving. However, my main motivation for not thrusting had less to do with avoiding my own orgasm and more to do with bringing on mom's. Without my hips throwing me off balance I could support myself on my left arm, leaving my right hand free to reach behind me and find mom's pussy.

Finding a pussy in the dark, especially at such a weird angle, always has the potential to be difficult. Fortunately mom's spread legs provided an easy path to follow straight to her prize. Even legless I probably would have been fine; mom's pussy was radiating heat like a furnace and as soon as my fingers made contact I felt just how wet she was, juices literally dripping out of her and onto the car seat.

Teasing seemed superfluous at this point, so I slid two fingers straight into mom's pussy. She gasped and started rolling her hips, fucking back against my hand as I fingered her.

Mom had stopped massaging my cock with her tits when my fingers entered her, apparently distracted by her own pleasure. I gave my hips a few experimental thrusts forward and found I could just about fuck her tits in this position without falling on my ass.

"Oh god!" moaned mom as my fingers swirled into her and my cock pistoned between her tits. "Steven!" she cried, and then her whole body started convulsing. I heard her hands beating the car seat and she let out a series of strangled yelps as she came.

I slowed my fingers, expecting her to need some time to recover, but she put a hand on my stomach and pushed me back. "Fuck me right now god dammit!" she yelled at me, her voice so thick with lust that it almost pushed me over the edge right there.

I scrambled backwards and grabbed my cock, aiming it at her pussy. We both let out long moans as I slid inside her. Her pussy was a perfect mix at that moment, so thoroughly wet that I entered her without resistance and yet still so tight that I knew I wouldn't last long. I must have paused for half a second having bottomed out in mom, far too long for her liking. She started tapping my ass with her hand and thrusting her hips up. I got the message, and started hammering my hips up and down, my cock pounding wetly into mom and my balls slapping audibly against her ass with each stroke.

I don't think either of us were counting thrusts right at that moment, and I know mom wouldn't have stopped me even if we'd gone way beyond five. Still, I'd been so turned on for so long that within ten seconds I felt the tell tale signs of my imminent orgasm. "Mom!" I managed to grunt out breathlessly. "Cumming!"

Mom started chanting "Yes" in sexy little whispers, which turned into a long hiss as my hips crashed down for the final time and my cock started to unload. I was trembling uncontrollably with the strength of my orgasm, the repeated sexual near misses of the evening meaning that jet after jet of cum was ready to burst from my cock. Mom wrapped her arms and legs around me, pulling me against her for a deep kiss and to pull my cock even deeper inside her. Mom's soft tits and hard nipples pressed against my chest, and I reached down to grab a handful of ass even as I jerked my hips a few more times to encourage the last few spurts of cum out.

We laid there for a while, our kisses growing softer and more sporadic as we both came down from our orgasms. When we had both stopped panting like long distance runners I slowly pushed myself up. Our skin peeled away from each other, sweat covering both our bodies despite the chill outside the car. I slowly pulled my cock out of mom, feeling a dribble of cum and other fluids follow it out. My car seat was going to need a serious clean, I realised.

There was a silence in the back of the car then, both of us getting our breaths back and processing what had just happened. This had gone way beyond me graciously granting mom the use of my sperm. Despite having just had a mind blowing orgasm, mentally I wanted to collapse back down onto mom and go at it again. Physically, though, the only thing I felt up to collapsing on top of was my bed. Finally mom broke the silence and groaned "Hot damn. Can we do that again?"

I made a "Hmm" noise as if contemplating deeply. "I suppose so, for you, mom," I said.

Mom punched my shoulder, or at least tried to. In the dark she just kind of winged my arm. "Jackass," she said lightly. And then "Come on, help me find my clothes then let's get home. I think we both need a shower."

"Together?" I asked, only half joking.

Now it was mom's turn to "Hmm." Finally she said "Maybe tomorrow, fly boy. Right now I just want to get into bed." I didn't even say anything to that but mom added "To sleep in," anyway. "I don't think we'd be in bed for a while if we showered together right now," she went on.

It was difficult to disagree with that. I helped mom round up her clothes then awkwardly slipped on as many of my own as I could find in order to make myself decent. I could have leaned into the front of the car and flicked on the light up there, but it was somehow more fun to maintain the inky blackness. Eventually we both got back into the front seats and, after wiping a thick layer of condensation from the windshield, we drove home.

My bed called out to me once we arrived, but I managed to force myself into a quick wash first. Mom and I called our goodnights to one another as I walked back to my room from the bathroom, and I didn't even bother turning on my bedroom light, simply flopping onto my bed.

My last thoughts as I lay there were that mom and I were half way through our agreement now. Seven days down, and seven to go. Or, as it was difficult not to think about it, fourteen orgasms to go. My cock stirred half-heartedly at the thought of it, but I also found myself a little sad. With every session mom and I had from now on, we'd have had more times together behind us than were left to go. I again wondered what the future might bring after the two week period was up. But that's where my thoughts stopped for the evening, as sleep pulled me down into its tranquil embrace.