The Story of Backseat sitting with Mom Part 2

Continue with part 1.............

The rest of the car, that was another story. It looked like a goo monster had exploded all over everything. I was coming down from my post-orgasmic bliss and the reality of having to explain to my dad how my cum ended up everywhere was terrifying.

"How are we gonna clean this up?" I whispered to mom.

"Uh oh, clean what up?" asked dad, suddenly more observant than at any point in the ride.

"The, uh...clean the..." I stuttered.

"Tom accidentally spilled a soda back here," interjected mom.

"Oh no, that sounds sticky," said dad.

"Yes, very," said mom with a grin, still licking her fingers.

"You didn't get any on your mom's beaver, did you?" asked dad.

I nearly choked, but quickly remembered that my mom had purchased a taxidermied beaver at a curio shop that afternoon.

"I'm sure it's fine," I said.

"Well check and make sure," said dad.

"Yes, Tom, please do," said mom seductively.

Mom's legs spread underneath me. Her dress was bunched up past mid-thigh, and I knew there was nothing covering her pussy but the cool air of the car.

I couldn't resist. It had been only a few minutes since my massive orgasm, but already I could feel my cock stirring at the thought of handling mom's pussy.

I reached down, first between my legs then hers. I followed one of her smooth thighs back, until my fingers came upon something soft, warm, and soaking wet.

"Well? How does it look?" asked dad.

I slid my middle finger up between mom's folds, eliciting a light gasp from her.

"I can't see it, but it feels great," I said.

"Really fucking great," said mom as I rubbed my thumb in circles around her clit.

"The guy at the shop thought it might need to be re-stuffed. What do you guys think?" asked dad.

"DEFINITELY," said mom as I dipped a fingertip into her and swirled it around.

Mom weaved her arm through mine, grabbing me again by the dick. Fingering her had brought me fully erect again.

"Hey Tom, think you can get your hand into that box back there?" asked dad, referencing, I presume, the box of antiques next to us.

"Uh, probably not my whole hand..." I said, now three fingers deep in mom's snatch.

"I'm worried that those crystal carafes we bought weren't packed well enough. Can you check on them?" dad asked.

"I can try," I said, feeling mom squirm on my hand, "What's a carafe?"

"It's kinda like a big water jug," said dad, "Just feel around for any jugs and check them out for me."

Mom's big tits had been squashed against my back the whole ride. I was majorly horny and took dad's request as permission to feel his wife's hooters.

To accomplish this, I had to twist around so I was facing her. It was awkward and I bumped dad's seat quite a bit, but eventually I was half laying on her, my elbows propped on the armrests and my bare cock smashing against her thigh.

Mom and I looked each other in the eye for the first time since the ordeal had started. Her eyes were not just my mom's anymore; they belonged to a wanton sex goddess that craved my cock every bit as much as I craved her body.

We kissed, our tongues swirling as I pulled the top of her dress down, freeing her big breasts. God they were perfect. She was perfect. Built to the specs of my every desire.

"So do they feel ok?" dad asked, referencing his carafes.

"They feel amazing," I said.

Mom was still stroking my cock, which was now nearly in position for me to slide it into her pussy, which is clearly what she was hoping for.

"Do we still have any of that food left in the cooler back there? Any sandwiches, or maybe some of that blueberry pie your mom made?" asked dad.

"Yeah..." I said, not really listening as I grabbed my dick out of mom's hand and aimed it at her snatch.

"Great! Tom, do you think you can reach your mom's pie back there?"

"Uh...I think so..." I said, slapping my heavy cock against mom's pussy lips.

"Perfect, go ahead and get some for me," said dad.

I pushed my hips forward, my thick cock piercing mom's slick and eliciting a loud, pleasurable moan from her. I froze, worried what dad would think.

"You ok back there, honey?" He asked.

"Unh...uh...uh-huh," grunted mom, "For Tom to get the pie he really had to stretch me out."

"Now Tom, don't hurt her but you have my permission to stretch your mom out if need be," said dad.

"Ok dad, you got it," I said, over the wet, squelching sound of my big cock rearranging mom's insides.

For a few moments, the car was silent. Except of course for the clearly sexual noises mom and I were making. After several more long moments, dad finally said something.

"How's it coming with that pie?" He asked.

"It's coming pretty soon," said mom, her whole body starting to quiver.

"Yeah, but sorry dad, now that I have it I think I'm gonna keep it for myself," I said, slapping my sexy mother's full tits around as I continued fucking her.

Dad chuckled.

"Heh, can't say I blame you. Once a man has had your mom's pie he'll settle for nothing less," said dad, "Heck, whenever we visit my folks, your grandad asks your mom about her pie constantly."

I raised an eyebrow at mom, who guiltily bit her lip and shrugged. I thought back to the many trips to grandma and grandpa's I'd made with my parents over the years and the many ways mom's relationship with grandpa had always seemed a little odd. Now it all made sense.

"Poor guy probably doesn't get fresh pie too often, what with your grandma spending so much time working on her vintage oil can collection," said dad.

I pictured myself in front of the shelves containing grandma's prized can collection as she yammered on about each of them for the millionth time. I'd always been ashamed to admit it, but I never heard what she was saying as I was always too distracted by her huge tits to pay any attention.

"That reminds me: have you finished thinking about which of those oil cans we picked up today would fit best with her collection?" Dad asked.

"Uh, no, not yet," I said, still pounding away at mom's pussy.

Dad took a more serious tone.

"I really think you should, son. Her birthday's coming up. You can finish while you're on your mom's lap," he said.

"I'm not sure I'm ready to finish yet, dad" I said, popping mom's nipple out of my mouth.

"Just do it, son. Think about your grandma's cans and finish on your mom," said dad.

I was about to take dad's advice when mom chimed in.

"I want...you to finish...all over...my fucking face," panted mom as I continued fucking the breath out of her.

I worried what dad would think hearing that but he was back to humming along to his music, totally oblivious.

I fucked mom wildly for another minute or so. Dad said something about the road being bumpier than it looked, but mom and I didn't respond, we were too lost in the moment. Mom's boobs were flopping and shaking all over the place.

I glanced out the window next to us, my eyes meeting with a thoroughly bewildered trucker. He could see everything, making me wonder how many other motorists passing by had caught our impromptu incest-fest.

"I was thinking about the bookcase," said dad, "I'm worried it's too big to bring in through the front door. We might have to use the sliding door in back."

I was fucking mom violently now. Her legs were sprawled on either side of me, her feet flailing around.

"What do you think, son? Do you want to try the backdoor?" asked dad.

Mom stared me straight in the eye and nodded her head.

"Yeah dad, once we get home I think the backdoor will definitely be an option," I said.

I would've loved to stick it in mom's ass then and there, but it seemed clear a new chapter had opened in our relationship and I'd be able to have her any way I wanted in the future. But right now, I was about to coat her with jizz.

I pulled out of mom quickly, grabbing my cock and pumping as jets of hot cum blasted out of me. The first few ropes landed on mom's beautiful face, the next few on her jiggling boobs, and finally onto her dress and pelvis. I stuffed my cock back in her pussy to milk out the last few drops inside of her.

We were pulling into our neighborhood, meaning mom and I had less than a minute to put our naughty bits away and assume a position that resembled normal. There was no hope of dealing with the cum that practically coated mom from top to taint. We just had to hope that dad wouldn't notice (given the events of the last hour, I was more confident in this plan than I would have thought).

The car stopped in the driveway and dad undid his seatbelt.

"I'll get the door for you guys," he said, hopping out of the van before we could say no.

Dad opened the door, and if he thought anything was strange about our disheveled, post-coital, cum-covered situation, his face didn't show it.

"Boy, that soda got everywhere!" said dad. My two sticky loads were, indeed, on seemingly every surface, especially mom.

I climbed out of the van, with mom right after.

"You guys should probably get in the shower," suggested dad, "I'll clean up this mess and unload everything."

I probably should have cared more that my dad was going to be wiping up the loads my mom had extracted from me, but I was already thinking of the shower I'd be taking with her as my hand clamped onto her ass out of dad's view.

Some crumbs from the seat cushion had managed to latch on to a glob of cum on my shirt. Noticing this, dad reached out to brush it off with his hand.

"Geez Tom, you've got so many crumbs on you you'll probably need the vacuum to suck them all up. Why don't you let your mom suck you off before you hop in the shower," said dad nonchalantly as he began unloading the sticky car.

And I did.