Hard Times with Mom Ch. 06~7

bykylewhitney©

Mom and I had spent the whole night fucking and didn't get any sleep at all. The people at her new job called only about five minutes after I pulled my limp, exhausted cock out of her raw pussy. She was on the phone finalizing her travel arrangements with them, as I headed for the bathroom rubbing my bleary eyes. The scent of Mom's pussy was strong on my fingers.

I splashed a several handfuls of cold water onto my face, then stood naked in front of the toilet and began to pee. It was one of those thick, hard streams that felt so good to release. I heard a noise at the door and looked over to find Mom watching me. She had on a t-shirt, but no panties. I could see a hint of her luscious pubic hair peeking out at the bottom edge of the shirt. Her face displayed an expression of strange fascination as she seemed unable to look away from my pissing cock.

"Don't tell me you're into golden showers," I teased. Startled, she looked up at me with a blush and for some reason tugged her shirt down to hide her pussy from me. This, of course, had the effect of pulling the shirt tighter against her large breasts and making her nipples stand out all the more.

"Don't be disgusting," she grimaced. "We have to pick up the rental car, so we need to get going." As she spoke her eyes dropped back down and she didn't leave until I had finished my last squirt. When she turned to go I caught the briefest glimpse of Mom's bare ass. Absolutely adorable.

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It took a while for us to get packed up and on the road, but we were finally on the highway and headed for Texas. I was feeling pretty low after leaving that filthy little motel room where Mom and I had shared some of the most intimate experiences I've ever known. I actually got a lump in my throat as I closed the door for the last time. I wondered if it was really all in the past now between us.

"I know you don't want to hear this, sweetie," Mom said not taking her eyes off the road as she drove. "But we need to talk." I had been expecting this, so I didn't put up my usual resistance.

"I hope it's about how you've changed your mind."

"I'm sorry, honey, but no." She bit her lip as she composed her next words. "I'll never forget last night, or any of our other nights we played together. It was a dream come true for me, but that's all over now. We are back to the way things were before. Back to our old selves. Right?"

"You say that's what you want," I replied after some hesitation.

"It is what a want," she said with a strained sadness in her voice

"But I don't want to go back to before. I love you, and I love the things we do together."

"I know. And this is just as hard for me, but as a parent I can't let that go on between us any more. Please tell me you understand."

I could see Mom's hands gripping the steering wheel too tightly. She was doing everything she could to keep from crying. My own guilty feelings surfaced as I looked at her. I wasn't ashamed of the things we'd done together, but rather that I was taking advantage of her. Over the past weeks I had learned something about the secret fantasies she had always had about me, and I now knew how she was seemingly unable to resist her own sexual passions. I had been taking advantage of that. I'd been using my sweet mother's inability to resist her darkest urges. I had turned it to my advantage in order to take my own pleasure from her, and satisfy my perverse desires. She deserved better from her own son.

"I understand completely, Mom," I finally affirmed. "From now on we're just a normal mother and son, with some very happy memories of a special time we shared."

"Thank you, dear," she almost sobbed, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. "That means so much to me."

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We had stopped for coffee three times, but I was still falling asleep at the wheel--and it wasn't even much past lunchtime. My head nodded and I jumped back to alertness jerking the car into our lane before having drifted too far. Startled by the swerve, Mom jolted awake in the seat next to me.

"Okay, that's it," she announced. "We're going to kill ourselves if we don't stop. Let's find a room and get some rest."

I pulled off at the next exit and one of those big, chain hotels was sitting right there. It was all clean and stylish, and something about it totally pissed me off.

"That looks nice," Mom said tentatively. "But it might be too expensive. Let's see what else there is."

This struck me as odd since I was pretty sure her new company was footing the bill as part of her relocation package. My brain felt like it was full of cotton, so I didn't give it much thought and headed on down the road. After a few miles we approached a small roadside motel and Mom perked up.

"Let's try there," she pointed. It wasn't as bad as the flophouse we were at before, but it would take a hefty bribe for someone to rate this place even one star. I pulled in and Mom ran in to get the room. I wondered if she was really being thrifty, or if she was trying to hold onto something we left behind at our last motel. I pushed the thought from my head.

Once in the room, I was disappointed to find two beds. It was clean enough (if you didn't look too closely), but had the funky odor of Lysol and old sex. This room had seen more than it's share of one night stands, but at least it didn't have a gang of hookers lurking outside like the last place.

"Wake me up for dinner," Mom said as she immediately collapsed onto the closest bed, not even bothering to get under the covers. I followed her lead and conked out on the other bed in a matter of seconds.

When I awoke, I saw Mom curled up on her bed in nothing but a white bra and blue cotton underwear. Her pants and shirt had been cast off onto the floor between the beds. Her back was to me and I had a good view of her ample backside, only partially covered by her snug panties. As I gazed at her lovely bottom, I decided I would have to buy her some thongs as soon as I got a chance. I quietly got out of bed and tiptoed around to the other side of her bed.

Her knees were drawn up and she had one hand tucked between her thighs, only inches away from her crotch. Mom's beautiful breasts were spilling over the top of her bra. I could make out the shaded circles of her wide nipples through the fabric. My cock grew hard in my pants, and I instinctively began to rub it.

I wanted so badly to touch my mom right then. I wanted to feel her, and taste her, and love her. My eyes ran hungrily over her every fleshy curve and up to her peaceful face. I thought about how her soft cheek had felt against my cock. How those lips had glided up and down my hard shaft. How her hair tickled my skin every time she licked the spent semen from the tip of my penis. I wanted so badly to cuddle up behind her and ease my cock into her welcoming, wet pussy. But I knew I couldn't do that to her. She was counting on me to respect her rules.

But, I wondered, what if she didn't know? I could pull my cock out and stroke it quietly while looking at her smooth hips, and bare legs, and full breasts. If I was careful, I could masturbate only inches from her sweet face and soft lips. It wouldn't be any different than how she used to masturbate over me all those years ago. And it wouldn't technically violate our agreement if she wasn't a willing participant, would it?

I reached for my zipper, but she began to stir. I turned to hide my bulge from her, and pretended to be going to the window to check outside as her eyes opened.

"Wake up, Mom," I said, hoping to sound nonchalant. "We slept past dinner."

"Oh, my," she declared. "Oops, don't look, honey, I'm not dressed." I couldn't help but smile at this. Less than twenty-four hours ago she had been squatting naked over my face with my tongue buried in her pussy, and now she was worried about me seeing her in her underwear.

You had to love this crazy woman.

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We ate at an all-night pancake joint, then went back to the room. Mom changed into her PJs in the bathroom, while I stripped down to boxers and a t-shirt. We each climbed into our own bed and watched TV.

"Can you see all right from over there?" Mom asked after a bit.

"It's okay," I answered noncommittally.

"Why don't you come over here so you can see better?" I was happy to oblige and got under the covers with her. We lay comfortably against one another and watched some old rerun of a detective show. Mom absently ran her fingers through my hair sending tingles across my skin, and I had to force myself to keep my hands from her tempting body. She shifted, stretched her back, then rubbed the insides of her thighs.

"Geez," she groaned, "This old body is feeling the effects from last night. Everything is sore."

"Want a massage?" I offered.

"Oh, no," she chuckled. "You'd get all excited, which would get me going, and before you know it we'd be misbehaving again. Thanks, sweetie, but I can tough it out."

When the show ended Mom flicked off the TV. She gave me a peck on the cheek, then scooted me out of her bed. She had forgotten to turn off the bathroom light, so the room remained dimly lit.

We settled in for sleep, but it had only been a few hours since our nap, so I wasn't remotely tired yet. I wondered if Mom had any other steamy confessions to share.

"Mom?" I whispered. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, honey, what is it?" She rolled onto her side so we were looking at each other across the narrow gulf between our beds.

"Did you ever masturbate in front of anyone else?"

"Sweetie, please don't," she pleaded.

"It's just talk," I explained innocently. "No harm in that, is there?" She chewed it over for a few moments before reluctantly responding.

"Well, yes, I did once."

"With Dad?"

"Heavens, no!" she scoffed. "Even if he would have been interested, I was always too ashamed and embarrassed to touch myself in front of a man. Your grandma made sure of that."

"So I was the first guy you ever masturbated with?"

"That's right, sweetie," she said with a fond smile. "I had been fantasizing about it for years, but since I was a little girl it had been drilled into me that touching yourself was so disgraceful and disgusting that it still took a lot of nerve for me to do it in the same room as you, much less get comfortable enough to let you watch me with the lights on."

"I'm glad we were able to share that together," I said with a tinge of remorse.

"Me, too," Mom whispered, letting the moment linger as we each conjured memories of our recent intimacies. "But I might have never been able to do it if it wasn't for this one experience."

"C'mon, Mom," I begged. "Tell me, already."

"It was last year and you were away at school. Your father took me out to a fancy restaurant for our anniversary. I had a super-sexy new dress, and a pair of fuck-me heels that that could have put Viagra out of business."

"You must've had Dad creaming in his pants."

"Hardly," Mom said, rolling her eyes. "He thought I was showing off too much boob, and kept trying to get me to put on a wrap to hide myself. But at the restaurant, there was someone who did notice me, and seemed to appreciate all my efforts to look hot that night."

"Another guy?"

"Nope. She had long, silky auburn hair, and the greenest eyes I'd ever seen. She couldn't have been more than twenty-five or so, and had on a pretty, white off-the-shoulder blouse and a skin-tight red skirt. Even from across the room I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra."

"And she was checking you out?" I asked eager for more details.

Every time I glanced her way I noticed she was looking at me. And this was no casual look, she was definitely having bad thoughts about me and my dress. Before the meal came I excused myself to the ladies room. Just as I sat down in there to do my business, someone came in and took the handicap stall next to me."

"Was it her?"

"If you want to hear your bedtime story, stop interrupting and let me tell it," she scolded in her most motherly tone. "I didn't know who it was, but it quickly became obvious that she wasn't in there to pee. Before I'd even finished going, I could hear her moaning. I was ready to run back to the table, but then I heard her slapping herself down there--at least that's what it sounded like to me."

"I got a tingle between my legs, and before I knew it I was touching myself as I listened to her masturbating. I couldn't believe I was sitting in a public bathroom doing that. After a minute she must've heard my pussy. You know how noisy it can get when I'm good and wet."

I nodded, and wondered if Mom would be able to tell if I started stroking myself.

"So, anyway, I hear her say, 'You got me so turned-on with that sexy dress that I couldn't wait to get myself off.' She had a proper-sounding British accent that made me melt. I was too shocked to even speak. Then she said something like, 'Do I hear you taking care of yourself over there?' I think I said yes, but I was so keyed up I can't really remember."

"It was so filthy and exciting. Then she says, 'Come over here with me, love.' I didn't know what to do and asked 'Why?' She told me, 'I want to look at you when I'm coming.'"

"It was unreal, like I was outside my body watching myself get up and go into the next stall with her. She was sitting on the toilet with her top down. She had small titties that came to cute little pink points. Her skirt was pulled up and her panties were down past her knees. She was even pierced down there, you know? With a gold ring right by her clitty. She was yanking on the ring with one hand and touching herself with the other."

I could tell by the husky deepening of Mom's voice that she was getting worked up telling her story.

"She told me to show her my breasts and I whipped them out without even thinking about it. I just stood there with my tits hanging out of my dress, watching this girl rub her pussy getting more and more turned on by the second. When I couldn't take it anymore, I put my hand down inside my pantyhose and started fingering myself."

"As soon as I did that someone came in. We both stopped and tried to stay quiet. The other lady began to pee, and the girl went back to masturbating as soon as she heard that. I was too petrified to move until the lady left. The second the door closed we both started frigging ourselves like crazy. She kept slapping her pussy really hard and came first while staring at my big titties bouncing all over the place. She must have been one of those girls that squirts, because she just started gushing. Most of it went into the toilet, but some squirted onto the floor, and a little splashed onto my foot."

"For whatever reason, that sent me over the edge. I stood there in front of that gorgeous girl spreading her legs for me, with my fingers buried in my puss, and made myself come like mad. She put herself together in a snap while I was still trying to gather my wits. She kissed me full on the lips and told me to save room for dessert, then left."

Mom was certainly full of surprises these days!

"And that's why you were able to masturbate with me?" I finally sputtered.

"I figured if I could do that with a strange woman in a public ladies room, I should be able to get off with my own son in a dark motel room."

"Did you go back for dessert and lick her puss--"

"Okay," she interrupted. "I know it's just talk but we really shouldn't be doing this. Let's try to forget about all that stuff and get to sleep now."

"All right," I pouted, truly disappointed, but not wanting to risk pushing it that night.

"Can you turn off the bathroom light for me, sweetie?" she asked. I got up and switched it off, leaving the room almost completely dark, and climbed back into bed.

"'Night, Mom."

"'Night, darling. Sweet dreams."

But I couldn't forget about 'all that stuff.' Just the idea of my mom masturbating with a strange woman in a public toilet was such a turn on. I wished it hadn't taken me so long to discover what a sexual animal she really was. I found myself stuck with a real predicament.

After that conversation, I absolutely had to jerk off, and soon. I knew I shouldn't do it there in bed. If I went to the bathroom, Mom would figure out what I was up to and probably get upset. I couldn't very well go out to the car and whack it, but that was becoming a definite possibility. Before I sorted out how to relieve myself, I thought I heard a familiar noise coming from Mom's bed.

"Mom? Are you playing?" I whispered and the faint noise suddenly stopped.

"No," she answered haltingly. "I'm trying to get to sleep."

"Sorry," I apologized, but wasn't convinced. I stayed quiet and listened intently. There was nothing for at least five minutes or so. I couldn't hear a thing, but I then I thought I noticed her breathing change very subtly. It may have only been my hopeful imagination, but I was pretty sure she was up to something.

There was just a sliver of moonlight coming in past the edge of the curtain, but that was enough for me to catch the motion of Mom slowly parting her legs. No matter how careful she was trying to be, I was sure of it then.

"I know you're masturbating over there, Mom," I whispered again.

"Never mind what I'm doing," she whispered back. "Go to sleep."

"If you're going to play with yourself, then I should be able to jerk off, too."

"No, we're not doing that anymore."

"But we're still cooped up in one room, and we both obviously still have urges, so like you said way back in the first place, it's kind of silly not to."

"No, honey, please," she begged. "We can't let this start all over again. We need to have some self-control--like two responsible, grown adults."

"Fine, whatever," I grumped. I figured I'd just have to wait for her to fall asleep and creep off to the bathroom and blow my load into the sink. As I thought about it I realized I shouldn't be mad at my mother. It probably was my overactive imagination making more out of her every little sound and movement. She might not have been touching herself at all. Even so, I didn't know how long I would be able to wait for her to fall asleep before I couldn't resist jerking myself.

That's when I heard a tiny, breathy moan from my mom's bed. This was followed by the unmistakable sound of her fingers working in and out of her wet pussy, muffled only slightly by her blanket. She was going to drive me nuts with these head games.

As best as I could figure, she wanted us to maintain some sort of shared fiction that everything was normal between us. But in actuality, she couldn't completely deny her true desires. If that was how she had to have it, I'd play along.

I pushed my covers aside and began stroking my aching cock. I jerked myself so that my hand slapped lightly against my balls on the down stroke to be sure Mom knew what I was doing. She must have noticed, because she pulled her blanket aside as well, and I could clearly hear the moist squelching sound of her hand between her legs, punctuated occasionally by the sound her slapping her pussy just like the girl from the ladies room. This was better than nothing, I decided, and took pleasure from the fact that Mom and I were once again masturbating together.

"My pussy feels so good," Mom said in barely a whisper. "It's so nice to touch myself and think about when my little boy's cock was inside me."

That had me a little confused and I wasn't sure if I should say anything, or more to the point, if I she wanted me to hop on top of her and fuck her. Then I realized that she wasn't actually talking to me, but rather to herself. Another of her tricks to keep things separate in her mind?

"I loved watching my boy stroke his big cock for me, and his cum tasted so good when he squirted in my mouth," she continued, but just a little louder than a whisper. I was pretty sure I had it figured out.

"My cock gets so hard when I think about my mom's naked body," I tried. I heard another little moan, so I was apparently on the right track. "I wish I was sucking on her big nipples right now, and licking her hot pussy while I jack off my hard cock."

"It felt so good to fuck my son. I'm going to make myself come while I think about his beautiful cock in my mouth." She wasn't holding back any longer. I could hear the bedsprings creaking as the pace of her fingers quickened and she began thrusting. I couldn't hold back much longer myself.

"My mom is so sexy, I want to come all over her face, and her mouth, and her tits. I want my mom to spread her pussy again for me."

"I want my baby's tongue on my asshole. I want him to lick my ass while I finger fuck my big, hairy cunt right in front of him."

At that moment, we each succumbed to our own orgasms. Mom moaned and twisted in the bed next to me, while I heaved myself upward and shot a spurt of cum onto the center of my chest. As we recovered I waited, hoping she would invite me to her bed.

"I suppose you forgot a towel again?" she eventually asked.

"Um, yeah."

"You can use these to clean up." She tossed something through the dark to me and it landed on my arm. It was the now damp pair of panties she had worn to bed. I couldn't help but take a whiff of their pungent aroma before wiping up my semen with her silky undergarment. I tossed them onto the floor, and had the sense that was going to be the extent of our game for the night.

I would have to be satisfied with whatever she was willing to give. At least I was relaxed enough to finally fall asleep.

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Mom was up early, and shook me awake.

"I want to get a quick start today," she said. "While I'm in the shower why don't you go down to the gas station to fill up and get us a couple of coffees."

It seemed like a lot of unnecessary trouble, but I was too out of it to argue. I pulled on my jeans, grabbed the keys and headed out. Just as I got to the exit of the motel, I realized I didn't have my wallet, so I turned the car around and went back to the room.

As I was about to slip the key into the door of our room, I heard my mom's voice inside. I knew from her lusty tone that she wasn't on the phone. She was at it again. That woman was ridiculously insatiable. I debated what to do next.

Obviously she sent me off on this silly errand so she could have some privacy. And while I knew I should probably respect that, I also knew that I desperately wanted to "accidentally" catch her in the act. I didn't expect for it to lead to anything, but maybe it would help her to give up on the frustrating idea of us being normal again. I very quietly unlocked the door and eased it open.

Mom was naked on my unmade bed. She was up on all fours with her ass angled toward me at the door. I could see her hand rubbing slowly between her legs.

"Mmm, that's so good," she said to herself, oblivious to my stealthy entrance. She was leaning down and I couldn't quite see what she was doing, so I stepped cautiously into the room to get a better view. "I want it all over my face, baby."

I saw the object of her attention. Her soiled panties that I had used to clean up my spunk were laid out on the pillow in front of her. She was sniffing them and rubbing her face on them as she masturbated.

"Mommy likes the smell of her baby's cum," she cooed. "I'm such a nasty whore for sniffing my little boy's cum." Her ass wiggled as she spread her knees wider apart and she slid two fingers into her pussy.

I suddenly felt awful for invading her privacy like this, but just as I had decided to sneak back out I saw her reach out with her tongue and lick her own dirty panties.

"I can taste his naughty cum," she whimpered, and started licking and sucking the silky material searching for more traces of my semen from last night. "Mommy wants to eat her own son's sweet cum."

Right then two screaming brats ran past the room and Mom's head whipped around. I quickly closed the door, and couldn't help but wonder if either of the kids got a peek at my mom's wide open ass.

Her face was an expression of anger and embarrassment. She moved quickly to shove the panties out of sight, while at the same time pulling the sheets up to cover her nakedness.

"God dammit!" she screamed. "Can't I get a moment to myself, for fuck's sake!"

"I'm sorry, Mom," I sputtered feeling as low as ever. "I didn't mean to, I just forgot my wallet, and..." I didn't know what to say next because she had covered her face with her hands was starting to cry. I went to her side in hopes of comforting her, but half expecting her to smack me instead.

"I don't want you to see me doing the filthy things that I do anymore. A son shouldn't know all his mother's dirty secrets. I'm so horrible..."

"It's okay, Mom," I said softly. "Why can't you just accept that I love you, and there's absolutely nothing you can do that would make me think less of you."

"I don't know what's wrong with me," she sobbed. "I'm like some kind of depraved sex addict, or something. I resisted the temptation for so many years, and now I can't go even one day without taking advantage of my only son."

"You? Taking advantage of me?"

"You have no idea how my sick mind works, sweetie," the tears were slowing, but she was still despondent. "I could tell that you were trying to be so good last night and I couldn't stop myself from tempting you into masturbating with me. Then I purposely had you use my panties so I could..."

"...taste my cum again?"

"You saw me doing that?" she asked humiliated. I nodded.

"But I don't care," I assured her. "In fact, I'm kind of flattered."

"You're flattered by seeing your own mother lick your dried cum off her dirty panties while she masturbates like a demented whore? You might just be more fucked up than me, darling." She couldn't help but laugh despite herself.

"I probably am," I smiled. "In fact, if it makes you feel any better, I almost jerked off on your face yesterday while you were taking a nap."

"Really? That's so sweet, honey," she said without any hint of sarcasm.

"This would all be so much easier for both of us if you could just stop feeling ashamed," I insisted more forcefully than I have in the past. "The rest of the world doesn't matter, it's just you and me. That's all we need to care about."

"I've tried to get past the shame, sweetie, and I wish it was that simple. But there's a reason that what we're doing is considered so wrong. I know it all feels good now, but we can't live normal lives acting this way."

"If given a choice between normal and making love with my sexy mom, I'll choose you every time."

"Oh, God," she sighed. "I'm so confused." She shook her head, trying to settle her thoughts into some semblance of order. I let her think without interrupting. "Well, we are going to be on the road together for a little while, which means our situation is really no different than when we were back at Motel Sleaze over the past couple weeks."

"Same thing really. No privacy, tight quarters..." I encouraged her line of thought.

"Okay, I guess I do need to make some allowances. But I can't switch off my guilty feelings just like that. We're going to have to maintain some kind of balance, you know? Keep things in perspective."

"That seems reasonable," I agreed. "I will respect whatever limits you're comfortable with, but only if you promise to not be ashamed of what we share together."

"I'll do my best, sweetie, but you'll have to be patient with me." She leaned over and wrapped me in a tight hug. I returned it, feeling like we might actually be back on an even keel. When we parted, the sheet Mom was hiding behind dropped away revealing her breasts.

"Boy, have I missed those babies!" I whooped. She covered up with one arm and gave me a playful smack on the shoulder.

"Don't get fresh, mister." Her smile faded and she became serious again. "This is only until we get to our new home. We don't have a choice, it absolutely has to end there."

"Okay, Mom," I agreed, sensing a genuine sadness within her. There was an awkward moment of silence between us. "I guess I should let you have some privacy now."

"Thanks, sweetie, I would like that."

I retrieved my wallet and, as I turned to go, I saw her pull the dirty panties out from hiding and turn them over in her hands with a forlorn look in her eye.

"Do...do you want me to, ah...freshen those up for you?" I said as my hand went to my crotch. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and just nodded once, too embarrassed to say what she wanted--what she needed--out loud.

I took my cock out of my pants and it was hard by the time I got to her side. She knelt in front of me on the bed and held the panties under my penis as I jerked off. Mom didn't say a word while she longingly watched me milk my cock in front of her. I stared at her huge, naked tits only inches away from my face as I stroked myself.

It took less than a minute for me to shoot a gob of semen onto her panties, followed by a spattering of droplets. She looked at the gooey remnants on the tip of my cock and visibly held herself back from licking me clean.

"Thanks, honey," she said demurely and waited for me to tuck my hard-on away and head out. I turned and looked back just before the door closed and saw her on all fours again like when I had first come in, rubbing her face all over the freshly defiled panties.

Damn how I loved that woman.

Mom and I were on the road, and feeling like we didn't have a care in the world. Mom was at the wheel and in good spirits after some alone time, and a nice long shower. We talked and joked to pass the miles. Then she found an 80s music station on the radio and tortured me with it for over an hour as she sang along with her favorite tunes. I had to resort to underhanded tactics to end the agony.

"Do you still have those red crotchless panties?" I asked over the music.

"How do you know about those?"

"When you were out of the house I would snoop in your bedroom. I found them down at the bottom of your panty drawer once."

"And what were you doing in my panty drawer, young man?" she inquired, turning down the volume. Success!

"I used to like to look at them, and touch them, and...rub them on myself."

"And smell them?" she prompted. I wasn't sure how much I wanted to reveal. "Don't be shy, sweetie, you can tell me."

"Yes. I would sniff them, and sometimes...put them on."

"My son is a cross-dresser?" she giggled. "I knew you had a thing for my underwear, but I didn't know you were prancing around the house in my panties!"

"I didn't prance!" I objected. "...much." We both had to laugh at that. "How did you know I had a 'thing'?"

"Sometimes, when I was cleaning your room, I'd find a pair of my used panties from the hamper crumpled up and stuffed way back under your mattress. They would be all crusty and smelly with your dried sperm."

"You knew about that and never said anything?"

"I thought it was kind of cute. Whenever I found a pair like that I couldn't help playing with myself right then and there. Imagining you rubbing your little penis off into mommy's dirty panties got me so hot."

"If I'd only known," I mused wistfully. "And, as long as we're on the subject, I found something under your mattress, too, Mom. Your dirty magazine..."

"Geez, I'd forgotten all about that," Mom gasped. "You found it?"

"The 'All Girl Muff Diving Showcase'? Yeah, I found it. At first I figured it had to be Dad's since it was only had girls, but I realized it was always under your side of the bed. Are you into women, too?"

"No, of course not," she deflected. "I mean, sure, I find the female body attractive, but so do most women, I think. It was just something to look at."

"While you masturbated?"

"Don't act like you don't know that I played with myself while looking at those sweet, young things. I'm sure you jerked off to them as much as I did."

"Probably," I said. "But back then I didn't even know girls could masturbate. Dad did a lousy job with my sex talk."

"I'm not surprised," she scoffed. "I don't think he knew girls could masturbate either." She couldn't hold back from laughing, and I couldn't stop myself from joining her.

"I remember one night when he almost caught me with that magazine," she continued. "It was about three in the morning and I had snuck outside with it into the back yard. I went to the far corner and stripped out of my nightie. I lay down on the grass completely naked with my ass up in the air looking at the magazine with a flashlight."

"Outside? Could anyone see you?"

"The neighborhood was asleep, but if anyone looked they might have been able to see me staring at that magazine while I rubbed myself out in open. The cool grass always felt so good on my bare skin--tickly and itchy at the same time. But it was the sensation of freedom, and exposure, and danger all mixed up together that made it so exciting."

"And Dad caught you?"

"Almost," she recalled. "I was out there really going at it, and I saw the kitchen light come on. I was so panicked I couldn't find the switch to turn off the flashlight, so I just pressed it against my naked titty to hide the light."

"Quick thinking," I chuckled.

"There I was kneeling out in the backyard, completely nude with my fingers in my puss, a flashlight between my tits, and a lezzie mag spread out in front of me. How the heck would I have explained that? He looked out the window, but I guess he couldn't see me in the shadows. Then he just went back to bed."

"Holy crap," I was once again amazed by my mom's confessions of her sexual exploits. "Did you play with yourself outside a lot?"

"Maybe once every few weeks for a while there," she reminisced. "But you know how I crazy I can get. The more I did it, the more I pushed the limits. After a while the backyard wasn't exciting enough, so I sneaked into the neighbor's yard and got myself off. I even humped their patio furniture one night."

"You did not."

"Sure did," she said almost proudly. "After that, I got up the nerve to do it in the front yard. I'd lie on my back facing the street with my legs spread wide open and rub myself off like mad. I had to duck into the bushes more than a few times when a car came by. Once it was a police car, and I was sure they were going to find me crouched in the shrubs with my tits hanging out."

"So no one ever saw you?"

"Not that I know of. That's the funny thing, I would have died of embarrassment if I was caught. But I would get wrapped up in the thrill of it all and do things I would hate myself for later."

"Like what else?"

"The worst was one night--I still can't believe I did this--I went down the street a little ways, by where the Peterson's house was, wearing nothing but a pair of flip flops. Totally, bare-assed naked walking down the street as bold as can be. I was so worked up that night that I didn't even bring anything to cover up with just in case."

"I actually stood directly under the streetlight and masturbated right there on the sidewalk in plain sight. I must've come three or four times in about twenty seconds. Then I came to my senses and ran home, scared silly that someone might have seen. I don't know what would get into me that made me do that stuff."

"I have the wildest, sexiest mom ever.

"You have the most deviant, perverted mom ever."

"That, too," I grinned.

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Mom had been driving for several hours, and aside from a little traffic we were making good time. Then she took an unexpected turn.

"Um, Mom?" I piped up. "This highway doesn't take us to Texas."

"Oh, geez," she blurted. "I didn't tell you, did I? We have some time so I thought we could stop and visit Aunt Linda."

"In Arkansas?" I wasn't thrilled. "Will...Rachael be there?

"No, why?" Mom looked over and then smirked. "Don't tell me you're still embarrassed about that time your father caught you two playing doctor. You are, aren't you?"

"You would be too if you got the humiliating lecture I did."

"I remember that. I was so mad at him for doing that to you. I told him kids are curious and there was no harm in a little innocent exploration. But he wouldn't hear it."

"I never even got my turn to give her a check-up," I groused.

"Aww, poor baby," Mom teased. "Maybe I'll let you give me an exam tomorrow night."

"Why wait? How about tonight?" I waggled my eyebrows at her seductively. She was somehow able to resist my irresistible charm.

"We'll be staying at your aunt's house tonight, so no monkey business."

"Let's just get at a motel then."

"I think we can make it through one night without molesting each other." She bit her lip, unsure. "I hope."

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After lunch we switched and I took the wheel. Mom reclined her seat a little and we drove along in comfortable silence. I wanted to reach over and fondle her chest, and maybe slip my hand down her pants, but I didn't want to ruin the good vibe we had going. Maybe if I tried again to get her worked up.

"I really liked your stories about you being an exhibitionist," I said.

"I'm not an exhibitionist!" Mom objected.

"Then what do you call running around naked in public?"

"I wasn't out in public. It was just around the neighborhood. And besides, I haven't done anything like that in years."

"What about the other night? After dinner, in front of the motel?"

"That doesn't count," she argued. "I was drunk."

"Okay," I chided. "If you say so." I didn't say anything for about a minute. "You know, truck drivers can see right down into our car."

"I suppose, but so what?"

"I don't know. Maybe you could give them something to look at," I suggested. Mom lifted her sunglasses and gave me a scandalized look.

"What are you saying?"

"Well, I just think they're hard working guys, you know--the backbone of American industry, and all that--it's the least you can do to brighten their day."

"You want me to flash strangers on the highway? Are you nuts?" She dropped her glasses down into place and lay back.

"Okay, fine, it was just a thought. But I guess if you're chicken..." Mom didn't dignify my challenge with a response.

We lapsed back into silence and I tried to figure out what my next gambit would be. Lost in thought, I was suddenly snapped back to attention by the blare of a truck horn. I looked over to discover that Mom had her top pulled down and was showing off one of her tits as we passed a trucker. She screamed at the sound of the horn and covered herself back up, laughing wildly.

"I did it!" she squealed. "I flashed him and he saw my titty!"

"And he apparently liked what he saw."

"Oh, my God, that was fun," she babbled, all fired up. "I want to do it again." I spotted another truck ahead and sped up.

"Here's your chance."

"I shouldn't do this, should I? What am I thinking?" she tried to argue herself out of it. "I'm too old to be acting like this." Just as we passed the truck, she grabbed the neckline of her shirt with both hands and pulled it down, dragging her bra with it. Both her huge tits flopped free and she screamed with panicked exhilaration. I honked the horn to get the trucker's attention, and he gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up and a wave when he got a look of Mom's bared breasts. She blew him a kiss and pulled her shirt back up.

"Wow, Mom, you're a natural at this," I kidded.

"This bra is getting in the way." She leaned forward, "Unhook me." I reached up the back of her shirt, worked the fastener loose, and she did that trick that ended with her pulling her bra out of her sleeve. "There's another one up there."

In fact, I saw a line of trucks forming in the lane to our right and slowing slightly. Apparently her first two victims had gotten word out on the CB radio.

"Coming right up."

Mom waited for me to pull up along side the truck and lifted her shirt over her tits and jiggled them a few times, still accompanying the flash with a girlish scream of delight. This guy waved and made a jerk off motion with his hand before Mom covered up and we moved past.

"He's going to be thinking about my tits tonight when he whacks off!" she shrieked.

"He won't be the only one! Here's your next trick-or-treater."

"He's getting a treat," she laughed and rolled down the window. She pulled up her shirt and sat up so her tits were almost hanging out of the car, and gave him a quick shake and a bounce. "Ooo, that wind feels awesome on my boobies!" She left the window down, and as we passed the next truck she lifted one of her breasts, licking and then sucking the nipple. That earned her another toot on the horn.

"Show this next guy your coochie, Mom," I egged her on.

"Are you trying to get me arrested?" She checked to see if there were any other cars around, then undid her pants and pulled them down to her knees. When the next eager trucker appeared she lifted her shirt, squeezing a tit in one hand, and stuck her other hand down inside her black, lace panties. The trucker paced us as best as he could, trying hard not to miss anything and stay on the road at the same time. Mom covered up and gave him a friendly parting wave.

"I am so fucking wet right now," she said. "I can't believe my own son is making me show my pussy to a bunch of dirty truckers." She pulled her panties down just as the next driver came into view. This guy had a big, scraggly beard, and his jaw dropped when he saw my mom expose her huge tits and full bush to him. He enjoyed the show then allowed me to pull ahead so the next guy could get a turn.

"That guy's beard was almost as hairy as your pussy!" I teased.

"Oh, my God. I can't do this any more," Mom said, and I was bummed she was going to stop just when it was really getting good. "I have to come." And with that she turned and lay down so the back of her head was in my lap pressed against my hard-on. She pulled her shirt up and over her head, then kicked her pants the rest of the way off. She put her bare feet up on the passenger side door, spreading them as wide as space would allow. Her black panties dangled from one of her ankles.

She began fingering herself and immediately the moans of pleasure erupted from her. Mom was basically totally naked and ready to masturbate in front of any truck driver that we happened to pass.

"Play with my tits, honey," she instructed. "Play with Mommies titties while I show my pussy off to the horny truckers. It feels so good to spread my cunt for strange men."

I began fondling Mom's tits, doing my best to watch the road and her at the same time. I pinched and tugged on her nipples just the way she liked. As we approached the next trucker, he held up a digital camera. He snapped a shot and the flash lit up our car.

"Oh, no, did he just take a picture?" Another flash. "He did. That man has pictures of my naked pussy," she said, sounding dismayed. Mom lifted her ass up off the seat and spread her pussy with both hands until another flash came. "That dirty trucker is going to look at his pictures of me spreading my cunt and jerk his cock. He's going to make himself come while he's looking at my nasty pussy."

"That makes two of us," I pointed out.

"Oh, honey, I'm ready to come. I want a stranger to see me come for him," she panted.

We glided up to the next rig. The driver was a good-looking guy in a cowboy hat. Judging by his wide, toothy grin, he was ecstatic to be witnessing the incredible show Mom was putting on.

She lifted herself up again, spread her pussy lips open with one hand, and reached around beneath her with the other and jammed two fingers into her pussy hole and began fucking herself vigorously.

"Look at my cunt, look at my cunt," she chanted. "Look at my naked cunt cooooomme!" she screamed. The trucker pulled off his hat and leaned out the window like he was going to dive into our car with us.

"Yeeee haaaaw!" he hollered in harmony with Mom's screaming orgasm.

Mom juddered and shook on the seat for several seconds as the pleasure of her orgasm reverberated through her body.

"Oh, God, what did I do?" she groaned hiding her face. She tried to gather her clothes and get herself put back together, but her orgasmic buzz had her confused and disoriented. Two more truckers got an eyeful before she finally got herself sorted out and redressed. She looked up ahead and noticed the line of trucks all waiting for a peek.

"Just get off at the next exit." Her cheeks flushed red. "Why did you let me do that? I am such a slut!"

"You made a lot of guys very happy today, Mom," I told her. "Especially me." She looked at my crotch and saw my raging hard-on trapped in my pants. She grabbed it and squeezed.

"You've been very bad today for talking me into showing off my cunny to strange men, and just for that you're not allowed to come until I say."

"You're grounding me from coming?"

"That's right, young man," she said and squeezed my package harder. "Your penis is grounded until I tell you otherwise. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," I surrendered as I veered off the highway onto an exit. She passed her hand under my nose and I could smell her fresh pussy juices.

"And don't think I'm going to make it easy on you," she said and teased a musky finger into my grateful mouth.

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We were off the main highway as we worked our way toward Aunt Linda's house. Mom was at driving and I was searching for a radio station playing something other than country music or religious sermons. I gave up and flicked the radio off. I noticed Mom had a peculiar little smile as she gazed at the road ahead.

"What're you thinking?" I asked, rousing her attention.

"Oh...nothing, honey." After a few moments though she fessed-up. "Actually, I was remembering how you licked me...back there."

"If you want, pull over and I'll do it for you again," I offered hopefully.

"Stop that. After my last shameful display, I promised myself I'd behave for the rest of the day."

"Was it true what you said? That no one ever licked you there before? Not even Dad?"

"God, no," she laughed. "His idea of kinky sex was me on top."

"It was the first time I'd ever done that to someone," I admitted.

"Really? You were so good at it. I assumed you had a lot of practice with of all those horny college girls up at school."

"Nah, I was too busy to bother with girls much."

"Too busy to kiss some little coed's hot ass?" Mom scoffed.

"It was nice when you licked me down there, too," I said trying to get off that line of discussion. "Remember? While you were watching me suck my own dick?"

"I remember all right," she said and her eyes seemed to light up. "It was different than I thought it would be. I especially liked putting my finger in you. Did it feel good when Mommy's finger was in your ass?"

"It was awesome. Can we do that again, do you think?"

"We'll see," Mom deferred coyly. "But right now, I need to check on your penis and make sure it's not being bad while it's grounded. Take it out so Mommy can see." I quickly fished out my already hard cock for Mom to inspect. "Get it all out. Mommy wants to see her baby's big, smooth balls, too."

I reached in and scooped my nuts out of my pants, carefully navigating my scrotum past the teeth of my zipper, and put them on display for my mom. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and began to stroke it.

"No, no," she scolded. "Mommy didn't say you could touch." I let go and just sat there with by cock and balls dangling out while Mom sneaked peeks at it as she drove. "You shave your balls don't you, sweetie?"

"Yeah. All the guys in the pornos do it, so I tried and it felt good."

"I like it, too," she said. "I like the way they feel in my mouth when I suck on them." I could see her squirming in her seat. Her bra was still in the back seat, so it was easy to see her nipples stiffening beneath her shirt as we talked. "So my naughty little boy watches a lot of x-rated porno movies, does he?"

"Um...not a lot, just a regular amount, I guess." I had spent so much of my life hiding my porno habits from Mom that it seemed strange talking to her about it openly, even with everything else we'd shared recently. She reached over and took my cock, lightly sliding her hand up and down its length.

"And would you play with your hard pee-pee when you watched your dirty movies?"

"Yes."

"You'd play with it until all that nasty sperm came out of your little pee-pee hole?" She circled the tip of her finger over my piss slit as she asked this.

"Yes," I moaned, dying for her to just get on with it and jerk me off. She traced her fingernails down my shaft and tickled my balls, then began fondling them gently.

"My baby is such a pervert," she tsked and returned her hand to the steering wheel. I reached for my cock, crazy with the need to come, but she slapped my hand away. "Did your roommate at school ever catch you playing with yourself?" It took me a moment to focus and form a coherent thought.

"Uh, yeah, once or twice."

"That makes Mommy's pussy tingle just thinking about it. Did you ever catch him?" she probed salaciously.

"All the time. I think he had four brothers, or something, so he wasn't exactly shy about that sort of thing."

"So you saw his penis?" Mom had dropped a hand down between her legs and was pressing it against her crotch. "Tell me what it looked like," she begged as she continued to rub her pussy through her jeans.

"He wasn't circumcised like me, and it was shorter than mine, but it was fatter and curved a little."

"That sounds like a nice cock. Did you ever jerk off together?" Her hand was up under her shirt, pinching and pulling at each of her nipples in turn. We never did jerk off together, but I knew Mom would like it if I had a story about that and thought about making something up. I decided that honesty would be more of a turn on.

"No...but I wouldn't have minded."

"I would like to see that. My little boy and his friend playing with their naughty hard-ons together." She leaned forward and brushed her nipples against the steering wheel. "Did you ever think about sucking his penis?"

"Maybe," I said. That was something I was barely able to admit to myself, and here I was telling my mom that I thought about what it would be like to give a guy a blowjob. "Is that something you like, Mom?" I asked, still a little weirded out. "You want to see me with another man's penis in my mouth?"

"I sometimes think about you and me sucking someone's cock together when I play with my pussy," she confessed.

"I've never done anything like that before. But...but once, me and my roommate kind of both had sex with a girl at the same time," I revealed.

"Tell me," she panted.

"He was in his room doing some chick while I was studying. He came into my bedroom totally naked with a big, fat hard-on and told me this girl wanted to suck me off while he fucked her."

"What did you do?" She unfastened her pants and pushed her hand down inside. Her driving wasn't too steady at this point, but luckily we were the only ones on the road.

"We went to his room where the girl lying on the bed with her legs spread. She had really big pussy lips that stuck way out, and little tits with tiny nipples, and one of those tattoos on her back, just above her butt."

"She sounds like a nasty slut," Mom said as she worked her pussy inside her pants.

"She was a slut. She got up on her hands and knees, and he got behind her and put his cock in her pussy. Then I took my dick out, and let her suck it."

"She sucked my baby's penis while she was getting fucked from behind? She's such a dirty girl, she had two hard cocks inside her. Did you like fucking her slutty mouth?"

"Yes."

"Did you come in her mouth? Did she eat my little boy's cum like a nasty girl?"

"I squirted in her mouth, but she spit it out into her hand. Then she rubbed it on her own tits and went right back to sucking me."

"Hold the wheel," she suddenly commanded. I grabbed the steering wheel and Mom lunged for my cock. She wrapped her mouth around it, sucking and licking it passionately. "Did she suck as good as your mommy?"

"No," I replied, barely able to steer, talk, and enjoy Mom's mouth all at the same time. "You suck my cock so good, Mom. No one can ever suck me as good as you."

She pushed as far as she could, taking almost my entire length deep into her mouth and on into her throat. The car accelerated as she tensed in anticipation of her building orgasm. I wanted to be able to focus on nothing by my cock in my mom's mouth, but I couldn't take my attention away from the road.

Mom held my cock like that deep in her throat as she peaked and climaxed, her hand rapidly grinding against her pussy with desperate force. She pulled away from my dick, leaving it soaked with a slippery coating of her saliva and let out an unrestrained orgasmic scream, knowing that no one but me could hear her. She sat up and drew a few deep breaths before taking the wheel back.

"Mom, I have to come!" I pleaded looking down at the near-purple head of my swollen, spit-covered cock.

"You're still grounded, mister," she reminded me as she licked her own juices off her fingers. "Put that thing away, and keep your hands where I can see them."

I couldn't believe she was actually doing this to me. I thought about ignoring her stupid game and whacking myself off anyway, but I didn't want to spoil her fun. So I just grumbled and reluctantly put it away.

"That's a good boy," she praised and patted me on the leg.

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Several hours passed and we talked, and made all kinds of plans for when we got to our new home. Mom continued to torment me the entire time. If the bulge in my pants began to lessen she would pull up her shirt and show off her tits until I was hard again. Other times she would just start talking about rubbing her pussy on my face, or sticking her tongue in my ass while I jerked off. I was going out of my mind.

It was twilight, and we were only half an hour from Aunt Linda's place, when Mom turned off the main road.

"Where we going now?" I asked a bit perturbed. I just wanted to hurry up and get to my aunt's house so I could lock myself in the bathroom and finally beat off.

"There's a nice picnic spot down here with a pond we went to once," she explained. "I want to see if it's still there." She was killing me.

The little park was still there. Mom jumped out of the car all excited. I followed her past the couple old picnic tables down to the small pond. We were the only ones there in the fading light of the day. Her face brightened when we came to a crummy old playground.

"You played here when you were little? Do you remember?" She ran over to the rusty swing set.

"I don't remember, Mom, I was like four years old, or something," I said impatiently. I started to feel a little bad that I wasn't able to enjoy this with her, but then it was her own stupid fault I was in a sour mood.

"Ah! The slide!" she cried. "It's still here. You loved that slide, you spent practically the whole day climbing up the ladder and going down." She ran over to it and climbed up. I stood at the bottom with my hands in my pockets and watched her slide down. "I remember how you laughed each time you took a ride like it was only yesterday. You had so much fun on this thing."

Mom looked around, then quickly pulled her pants down. Okay, I wasn't so sour all of the sudden. She looked once more to be absolutely sure no one was around, then dropped her black, lacey panties to her ankles. She turned and sat on the bottom of the slide, lying back and spreading her legs.

"You want to have some more fun on this slide?" she asked seductively, and I nodded excitedly. "Then pull out your pee-pee and jerk off on Mommy's pussy for her."

I was hoping she was going to ask me to fuck her, but I was desperate for any kind of relief. I pulled out my cock and crouched over her. She spread her lips apart so I could see her moist inner folds. Mom teased her clit and hole while I stroked my cock only inches from her pussy.

"That's right, sweetie, masturbate on Mommy's cunt. I want your cum all over my wet pussy." She lifted her shirt and pulled one of her tits up to her mouth. She sucked on her nipple so hard she was able to return her hand down to keep her pussy spread open for me, and continue sucking herself hands-free.

"Mom, I going to come on you," I called out. "I coming right on your cunt." She lifted her hips and pressed her clit against the tip of my cock as I spasmed and began spewing cum on her. She let her heavy tit drop from her mouth.

"That's it, honey, get it all out. Mommy wants all your cum on her pussy."

Once I'd squeezed out every drop I had, I plopped down on the sand, overcome with a dizzying head rush. I sat there for a minute holding my relieved dick in my hand.

I watched in awe as Mom carefully smeared my cum over her pussy. She spread it across her inner lips, and worked it into the pubic hair on either side of her slit. I thought it was odd that she wasn't masturbating, but rather meticulously slathering her entire cunt with my warm jizz.

Once done, she wiped her gooey fingers off on her nipples, then pulled her shirt down. Next, she very carefully pulled her panties up and snugged them into place, followed by her pants. She gave me a smug smile.

"It looks like that slide is still my little boy's favorite." She came and knelt in front of me. She took my softening cock in her mouth and sucked the pearly residue from it. Once she was sure she hadn't missed a single trace of cum, she stood and brushed the sand from her knees.

"Let's get going," she chirped. "Aunt Linda is waiting for us."