58 comments/ 386891 views/ 692 favorites Mom's Car Ride By: AnimaInMachina * * * Author's Note: This is my second Literotica story. I'm looking to improve, so any and all feedback is appreciated. Normally I would use this space for warnings or other things I thought a reader should know. However, I don't really have anything this time. This is incest and you know what you're getting into. That said, I sincerely hope you enjoy the story AnimaInMachina * * * I looked around my room and sighed, shifting the box of belongings in my arms to get a better grip. Even in it's empty state, I felt a bit of nostalgia for the space, knowing that this was the last time I was ever going to see it. My parents had decided to wait until I was off to college to move. As soon as we had gotten my stuff into the apartment near my school, they would be emptying out the rest of the house and taking it to their new residence. I would miss this place. On my way out to the car I very nearly bumped into my mother coming back in. Even in her mid thirties she had the looks of a younger woman, and was often mistaken as such by those that didn't know her. A light sheen of sweat covered her, a result of both the work and the afternoon heat. She smiled as our eyes met, and wind from the open door tugged at the hem of her yellow sundress. "Hey Alex, is that the last of it?" "Yeah. How's the loading coming?" "It's pretty packed. Your sister has all her tools in the passenger seat and refuses to leave them behind. Something about how it's a long trip and she doesn't want to be without if anything happens with the car." That was a bit of a complication. My sister had offered to donate her efforts to my move, since my father needed to be at work. She was a bit of a gearhead. The sedan that currently sat stuffed full of boxes in our driveway may have looked like an old rusty piece of crap, but it was her baby. She had picked it up for a pittance secondhand and had spent the bulk of her time since either maintaining it, or adding her own "upgrades." The problem was I had no idea how we were going to shove three people and all my things into it with only the back seat and trunk to work with. "Well, we'll work something out," I replied, "You ready to go?" "I'll be ready in a moment, just going to grab something to drink before we head out." She glided past me, shoes clicking on the wood. I stared as she walked down the hall, swaying with every step and her dress fluttering in her wake. Damn, I thought. She was an extremely attractive woman. If I was any other guy, I'd jump at the chance to spend some time with her. It would be an honor just to see her flash that beautiful smile. I broke out of my momentary reverie, feeling mildly uncomfortable. Shaking my head, I exited the house to where our chariot awaited. My sister was leaning against the side of her car, sunglasses reflecting the surroundings in a dark mirror as she took a drag from her cigarette. She was even more soaked with sweat than my mom was, but didn't seem to mind. I guessed she was just used to getting dirty, but it could equally have been her monk-like devotion to appearing nonchalant in any circumstance. The tank top and jean shorts she wore didn't even begin to speak to her true nature. Underneath that shell of a pretty twenty-something dwelled an utter badass. "Hey sis, got room for one more?" "Yeah," she said, pausing to take another drag, "put it there." She pointed to the open door without turning to look at either me or where she was indicating. I looked into the backseat and sighed. I had been right to worry. Boxes were packed in soaring piles, rendering the rearview mirror almost certainly useless. They had been jammed into every available space, with the exception of one cramped seat in the back. I slid my box into the gap I assumed my sister had been speaking of. It fit in tightly, with no space to spare. I did have to give it to her, she may be stubborn and standoffish, but when it comes to doing a job as efficiently as possible she's your girl. Not that efficiency would help the current situation. We had to get three people into a car with space for about one and a half. I pulled my head out of the backseat and glared at my sister. "Sis, there's no way we're getting all of us into this car." She turned to look at me, her eyes masked by the tinted lenses. "Yeah there is. I'm driving, and you and mom go in the back." "There's only one seat." "Well, then I guess Mom's going to have to sit on your lap." "Sure, we could do that, OR you could just leave your crap here and we could ride in something resembling comfort." My sister took a final puff from her cigarette, before throwing it down and crushing it underneath her shoe. She wheeled to face me. "Look, my car, my rules. I don't want to get stranded in in the middle of nowhere, so the tools stay. If you have a problem with that, either suck it up or find another person to drive you." Our clash of wills was thankfully diffused by the reappearance of my mother, done with her drink and small blue purse on her arm. "It's fine, Blake. Your brother and I will work something out. Just be sure to make stops so we can stretch our legs a bit." Seemingly appeased, my sister turned and walking around to the driver's side. "We leaving?" she asked, in a voice that seemed like it would be very dissatisfied if the answer was anything but affirmative. Mom and I exchanged exasperated looks. "Yeah," I replied, "we're leaving." I slid into the back seat. There really wasn't any space to spare, and the boxes barely left any room for my arms. I couldn't even see the driver's seat. The back had been walled in to the point that it was it's own little world. I had no idea how my sister expected to drive remotely safely. Mom shucked in on top of me, mouthing a simple "Sorry" as she settled, setting her purse down beside her. Her hips rocked slightly as she tried to get in a remotely comfortable position, and I felt an unwanted stirring at the pleasurable pressure. Yeah, I thought sarcastically, this is going to be a fun trip. The words crossed my mind again as my sister tore out of the driveway, and the ever soothing sound of Metallica began to pour from the stereo. * * * Despite the rough start, the trip soon settled into the monotony of the average car ride. We reached the highway, and I watched the scenery I knew so well flash by as we sped away from my old life at seventy miles per hour. My legs soon began to ache under my mother's weight, and any satisfying sensations I may or may not have felt were driven out by general discomfort. This slowly changed, however, as my dear sister started to get bored. She didn't do anything terribly crazy; Blake knew better than to pull anything like that with our mother in the car. She did, however, begin to drive a little more aggressively than was strictly necessary. Things like passing, just so she'd have a chance to downshift and really get some acceleration going, and braking a little shorter and harder. I would have bet that if I could have seen the dash, I would have found we were traveling away from my old life as something closer to eighty five. This was creating something of a situation for me in the back. As she sped up once again to pass a more sane member of society, Mom was thrown back, causing her bottom to press into me. Sudden braking threw both of us forward. My mother braced against the seat in front of her, and I was once again thrust against her. "Umm sweetie?" my mom asked, addressing my sister, "Could you please be a little gentler?" "Sure mom," came Blake's reply, half yelled over the music. However, if her driving became any kinder, it was too subtle for me to notice. The periodic violence kept my mother and I rubbing against each other, and suddenly I was having a hard time paying attention to the scenery. A thought came back to me from that morning. If I were any other guy... Blood begin to pump and my pants started to become tight. No, stop it. That's your mother. However, self admonishment didn't seem to stand up to the rocking of my mother's hips, and I was soon having to devote considerable mental effort to staying only at half mast. The ride continued like this for some time, my mother pressing against me while I tried hard to convince myself the trees passing by were more interesting than the woman in my lap. Time dragged on, and the musical stylings of James Hetfield and company finally faded to nothing. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that one small torture was done with, at least. "Hey mom? There should be a book of CD's down at your feet somewhere. Can you pass it up?" The only thing my sister loved as much as her car was loud music, and I should have guessed she would come prepared. "Sure honey," Mom replied cheerfully. She bent down, and her hips slid back. My already slightly engorged member was assaulted by a sweet, constant stroking as she rummaged under the seat. As she delved deeper, her cheeks shook and swayed, rubbing the hidden length of my dick. "Now where is it..." No, I thought, you can't get hard. If you do, there's no way she won't feel it. There wasn't much I could do to avoid it. As my mom searched, and inadvertently pleasured me, I felt myself growing stiff. This was not a battle I was going to win. "Ah," she said, sitting up and giving me some much needed relief, "found it." She leaned forwards, lifting herself to pass the case up to my sister. "Thanks," I heard Blake say, and Mom sat back down, driving her ass hard against my crotch. I very nearly didn't resist the urge to groan, and unconsciously wrapped a hand around my mom's waist, wanting to thrust and press her to me. I very nearly did, even though it would have been my undoing. My mom threw a confused glance back at me, and then seemingly dismissed the strange gesture. I returned my arm to my side, frozen in fear. I was hard. There was no way she didn't feel it through the fabric of my shorts. And that gesture, though automatic, was way too telling. This had gotten weird, and I didn't know what to do. The ride continued in silence except for the metal that continued to assail our ears. I was intensely aware of the changes in pressure of my mother on my lap, of how my length settled neatly between her cheeks. How the vibrations of the road traveled back and forth between us. I sat quietly pondering what the consequences of my illicit reaction may be, and the trees flitted by unseen. * * * Shortly after, we pulled into a gas station. As my sister put it, "If I don't have a smoke and use the loo, the next fucker who cuts me off is going to have a very bad day." Mom rather sharply reprimanded her for the language, but didn't object to her decision. Being crammed in was starting to take it's toll. We both had a lot of tension we needed to walk off, though I suspect from slightly different causes. As we pulled into a parking spot, my mom practically sprang out of the car. I lingered a moment. It may have been obvious to my mom that I had a hard-on, but I didn't want it to be obvious to the entire parking lot. I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt my erection wane, and followed. My sister was already in her typical pose, leaned against her door and bringing a lighter to the stick between her lips. I saw my mom shoot her an unseen glare of disapproval, before meeting my eyes and breaking into her wonderful smile. Mom and I left Blake to her habit and briefly walked the perimeter of the lot, returning to the car just in time to see my sister saunter off into the mini-mart. I leaned against the car to wait, and my mother joined me. "Alex, can I talk to you about something?" She suddenly looked slightly disconcerted, a sharp departure from her normal air of blissful control. "Sure Mom, what is it?" I already knew what this was going to be about, and a sinking feeling was rapidly gathering in my stomach. "Ah, I couldn't help but feel in the car that you, um, got hard." "I'm sorry mom, I-" "No no, don't apologize, I realize it was pretty unavoidable for you. I just brought it up because I felt that you might be quite embarrassed about it, and I didn't want you to worry about what I may be thinking." She gazed at me sadly. "We're probably not going to see each other for quite a long time, and I didn't want our last bit of time together to be awkward because of this." "Ok mom, I get it. I really am sorry though, that must have been uncomfortable for you." "Don't be. Besides," she said, her cheerful composure returning, "It was actually kind of flattering." "What?" "Well, I've gotten a bit self-conscious as I've grown older. Between kids, age, and my wedding ring, guys don't pay me as much attention as they used to, and that can really take a toll on a gal's self-esteem." "But, I mean, you have dad, right? I would've thought that kind of stuff wouldn't matter as much to you since you married." My mom laughed, voice ringing beautifully. "Self-esteem doesn't just magically become concrete once you've found yourself a catch. It helps, sure, but it's still nice to know that people are looking." The liveliness seemed to drain from her face. "Besides, your father and I aren't a close lately as we once were, and that can really make you doubt yourself." "Is everything alright between you guys?" I asked, a bit more alarm than I expected in my voice. "Yes, everything's fine," she said, forcing a small smile back on, "We're not on the rocks or anything. It's just your father has been really stressed with his job lately, and between all of my things..." She paused. "It's been a while since the two of us have been...intimate, y'know?" A large part of me wished that it didn't know and was trying hard to find out how to eject from a conversation about my mother's sex life. A smaller part had it's interest peaked, and would've loved to know more, but it was quickly quashed and forgotten. Mom took my pause in stride, and let me off the hook. "Well, you don't need to hear about that. Point is, don't be bashful, especially if it happens again. That's not how I want this memory to be." "Besides," her mouth twisted upwards at the corner, "it's not like it's going to make me more uncomfortable than I already am. One more thing poking me isn't going to make a difference." The words hung in the air, and then we both burst out laughing. Soon after my sister sidled up and leaned against her door, tapping to show her impatience. After rest room visits for both of us and some snack purchases, we were back on the highway and speeding into the unknown. * * * The ride quickly became a repeat of the last leg. Despite my efforts, the highway-fueled ministrations of my mother's bottom had the blood rushing to my nether regions. That was when I learned I'd made a huge mistake. See, when I had gone to the bathroom, I had apparently managed to leave my fly unzipped. And I was getting hard. I panicked. There was no way that my mom would be so understanding about my bare dick pressing into her as she had been with our previous troubles. Wherever the line may have been, this was well over it. There was nothing I could do. My mom shifted, her cheeks caressing my hardening member through our cloths, and that was that. My pole rose through the gap in my shorts, and nestled into my mother's ass. Feeling the change, she turned to speak quietly in my ear, smirking. "That's a little bold, don't you think?" "Sorry, I accidentally left my fly open." "My my, how careless." She turned back forwards, looking so pleased she could skip if she wasn't confined inside a moving vehicle. I was never going to live this down. I needed to zip up. That wasn't going to happen with my mom jammed into my lap though. It almost seemed like after this latest mishap, she'd pressed herself harder against me. Mom repositioned slightly, and her bottom rubbed hard against my member. I felt her ass clench, like it was attempting to hug my cock through the thin fabric of her sundress. "Um, Mom?" I urgently whispered in her ear, "Can you-" She reached around, worming her hand underneath to where she held my rod captive. Satin fingers brushed up the length, tracing the veins, before dragging across the swollen head and performing the same routine down the other. Curious digits wrapped around the base, squeezing, feeling the thickness, before her thumb dragged along the corona. I exhaled sharply, hot breath rolling across my mother's neck and tickling her earlobe. For a second, I was sure I saw goosebumps rise, but I blinked and they were gone. If they had ever existed. My mother couldn't be turned on right now, I was her son. "Sorry for the intrusion." The words slipped through her grin. "I felt this thing here," she gave another squeeze, "and figured that hey, if it's going to be poking me in the back all the way there, it's only fair for me to know what it looks like." Her fingers lingered lazily, traveling aimless paths along the base of my stiffness. "Or feels like in this case." That smile. "My you've grown. It's been a long time since I've seen you with pants off, and I do have to admit I was curious." Her grip tightened, before slowly pumping up the shaft. The warm ring traveled up over the crown of my cock and I instinctively thrust, causing the sensitive underside to rub against her and Mom to tip forward. She caught herself on the seat in front, but the movement attracted some attention. "You okay mom?" my sister asked "Yeah, we're fine. Just a little bit of jostling gone wrong," my mom replied brightly. Despite the fall, she hadn't let go of my aching pole. She gave it a squeeze before beginning another slow pump. "Alright. Just remember, I am not a charity you two. You break it, you're paying for my shit." "Language, missy," Mom said as she settled back, my palm-encased tool trapped between us. My mother looked over her shoulder at me again, a wicked smile playing across her face. "None of that, mister," she whispered, "We'd better put this away before someone gets hurt." And with one final caress, she deftly flipped my engorged length back inside my shorts and zipped them closed, imprisoning the tortured wood once more. The rest of that section of the trip was unbearable. Though I knew I shouldn't, I shoved hard against my mother's ass every chance my sister's reckless driving gave. I even wrapped an arm around her waist on several occasions to pull her against me, when I could convincingly lie to myself that such blatant acts wouldn't be noticed. Even through my shorts, I craved the stimulation, the feel of her. The state she had left me in was interfering with my better judgment. On her part, she didn't voice any objections, and I could swear that sometimes, I felt her pushing back. * * * The next time we stopped, I nearly threw Mom out the door in my effort to escape. I had something to take care of, and it wasn't going to wait. I was far from proud, but the very first thing I did was make a beeline for the toilets and rub one out. It didn't take long. I exited the facilities slightly flushed, but very much relieved. Once again, I returned to the car just as my sister was finishing her cig and heading for the washrooms. Thus leaving my mother and I alone with each other again. We leaned against the car side by side in silence, just feeling the electricity arcing through the air. "So," I broke the lull, "you said it's been awhile since you and dad have been intimate." Mom's Car Ride A bemused grin adorned her. "Do you really want to hear about your mom's sex life?" "I'm conflicted, but you have piqued my curiosity." "Alright, if you want to get into this," she leaned back and sighed, running a hand through her raven hair, "Yeah, it's been a while. Quite a while, in fact." "Like a couple months?" "Try a year." "Holy shit." "Language," she admonished, "Though I guess I can let you go on that. It's about how I feel too." "Are you and dad doing anything about it?" "Besides fingering myself silly?" she smirked, seeking a reaction. "Um, yeah, I guess." She got one. The conversation had me in a constant state of discomfort. "No, we haven't. I've tried to bring it up, but what it comes down to is that your dad's job just takes so much out of him, he doesn't have energy to put in the effort anymore." "I'm sorry. That must be really hard." "Yeah, I know right?" Mom slowly exhaled, breath whistling through her lips. "Honestly, the thing I probably miss the most isn't the sex, its touch. It's so comforting to be touched in an intimate manner, and when you suddenly don't have it, you realize just how important it is. It would be nice just to be held again." My mom glanced over at the mart, watching as my sister reemerged. She turned back, and spoke in a quieter tone. "There's another thing." "What's that?" "Well, I figure that our little seating arrangement has been a bit unfair until now, and that should be corrected." "What do you mean?" Her eyes rolled. "What I mean is, you've found yourself in some extremely compromising positions and had some very private parts of yourself exposed." "However," she paused for a second and cleared her throat, "I have not shown a similar level of vulnerability. Things are not equal, and I aim to fix that." "...That doesn't really tell me anything." "Look, when your sister gets over here, just get in the car and I'll handle the rest. Keep your eyes on me." Blake strode up to us, bringing along her aura of mild frustration and hostility. I climbed into the car as ordered, and my mom reached over me to grab an empty water bottle while depositing her purse. "Ready to go?" I heard my sister ask from outside. "One more thing sweetie, can you throw this in the recycling, please?" There was no reply on my sister's part, but I heard the plastic crinkling as the container changed hands. I watched my mom where she stood outside the open door. Mom's sundress swayed in breeze, her breasts encased above where the the fit drew close to hug her figure. Suddenly, hands flashed down and lifted the hem. The incredible view only lasted for a second, but it is forever imprinted upon my memory. Beneath the veil of her skirt, she wore no underwear. A small carpet of dark hair covered the crest of her mound, neatly trimmed. Her cleft was flanked on either side by puffy lips, their darker tone highlighting them against her pale skin. I could see just a hint of the folds hidden between, a fleshy edge peaking from her slit. I stared, enraptured, but just as suddenly as she had raised the skirt, she let it fall. Mom clambered into the car and settled back in my lap, wiggling against my rising erection. Blake, back from her errand, climbed in and started the car, the stereo waking with it. "Enjoy the view?" Mom whispered, feeling out my stiff dick with her hips. "Very much, yes," I replied, doing some wiggling of my own and reveling in the feeling of her against me. "Good." "Though enjoyment wasn't exactly the point," she quickly added, "this was an 'I'll show you mine since you showed me yours' sort of deal. To even us up." "Well," I leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I hope that took a load off your mind then." And so we traveled on towards new horizons. * * * Things continued on in this new norm. My mom and I rocked with the motions of the road, providing just enough stimulation that I would never get soft. I was stuck in some sort of Sisyphean sexual struggle, constantly aroused but denied satisfaction. Large chunks of me were still disgusted at the fact that I was enjoying this, but they were quickly losing. Mom shifted, grimacing. I leaned forward to whisper to her. There wasn't any reason to lower my voice, but somehow it felt right. "You okay?" "Yeah, I just got a bit of a cramp. This seating thing is killing me." "Well, if you want, I can try and massage it out." "Really? That would be great." "All right. Try to sit back as far as you can. Put your legs on either side of mine, that should give me the best access." I reached around her and began massaging her thigh. My other hand rested on the bare skin above her opposite knee. It probably wasn't a very good massage. Though I had offered, I made no claim to being particularly good, and there was only so much I could do in such cramped confines. Still, she seemed to be enjoying herself. As I kneaded away her tension, she started to relax. Mom's body melted back against me, and her head tipped back to rest against my shoulder. My mother's eyes fluttered closed, and her lips parted, accentuated by pale gloss. Her hot breath grazed against my neck, and shivers tickled down my spine. I continued my attentions, and slowly I felt the stiffness ease out of her. An unintentional utterance escaped her lips. A quiet moan, loud enough to reach my ears but easily lost in the din of the music. "That feels great," my mom exhaled. I took this as a firm sign to continue. As the muscles loosened and became pliable, I softened my touch, stroking firmly up and down her thigh and only occasionally squeezing to feel deep. The massage became a caress. My other hand started on it's respective leg. Fingertips followed circuitous paths about her knee before striking upwards, reaching her hemline, pushing slightly underneath, and receding. Mom was nearly comatose against me. She had gone loose, a puppet with it's strings cut. The only indications that she was not fully asleep were the periodic sounds of contentment that spilled from her lips and the shallow irregularity of her breathing. "Here," she purred, breath snaking around my ear, "Can you go a bit higher?" Mom moved her hands to her lap and hiked up her skirt, exposing the creamy skin of her upper thighs. My heart pounded in my ears and a new rush of blood flowed into my cock. It pulsed along with the beat, twitching as it nestled in the valley of my mother's ass. I did as requested, my fingers gliding over the soft skin. The heat of her body soaked into me as she lay back and her flesh gave easily under my hands. I resumed my pattern, motions reaching slightly underneath the hem of the crumpled skirt before retreating and rubbing her exposed legs. I thought back to our conversation. Mom had said that she missed being touched, the intimacy of it, and I understood what she meant. This WAS intimate. During that massage, in that seat, it seemed like nothing else existed but us, even with the music blaring and my sister in the front seat. All the world melted away as we got lost in the sensations of each others' flesh. I smiled and turned my head to look at her. Mom had tipped her face towards my neck, almost as if she wanted to bury herself there. Hot air bathed my skin, and I could feel slightest changes in it, the steady rhythm of relaxation punctuated by sudden exhalations when I came upon especially sensitive spots. I heard the sighs and moans when I did something that she especially enjoyed, and adjusted my attentions accordingly. It was like I was totally in tune with my mother's needs, and that special moment seemed to last forever. As Mom rested, with no sign of protest at my actions, I grew bolder. Her skirt bunched and pushed waist-ward ahead of my soothing fingers. Still she did not object, murmuring every so often in what I assumed to be bliss. Eventually there was nowhere to go. My hands danced up and down the length of her legs, and to move any higher would cause me to dip into the crevasse between her splayed thighs. I went for it. As my hand first began to travel down, I felt Mom tense and she reached to grab me. I glanced at her face, noticing that the former expression of rapture had been replaced with seriousness. She met my eyes. "That's enough," The words were quiet, but carried weight. I replied. "We're not even yet." "What do you mean?" "You got to feel. That's not the same as seeing." Mom looked at me, slightly confused, before that hungry smirk covered her. She didn't say anything, just settled against my chest and turned her face back into my neck When I once again ventured between her legs, she didn't try to stop me. My mom simply nuzzled against me and sighed. I took my time, exploring her sex. My fingertips ran down along the crease where thigh gave way to her pussy, feeling the puffiness of her lips. They were thick, engorged. An incredible warmth radiated from within her, letting me feel my mom's wanting before I even touched her folds. I returned to the apex of her mound, the slight roughness of her pubic hair contrasting with the silkiness of her skin, and followed the opposite crease in turn. My hand retreated to the top of Mom's sex once more before slipping down her slit, and she jerked as the fingertips teased over her clit. I went lower, just grazing over the indent between her legs, until I reached the nadir. Pressing in, I was rewarded with the easy yielding of her lips, beckoning me towards her tunnel and covering my fingers in juices as they reluctantly returned. My digits dragged through the slippery folds to the summit of her slit. Lubricated fingers went to work on the button crowning her entrance. I was almost immediately rewarded as she writhed and ground herself against my crotch. My hand traced small circles, and her quickening breath wrapped around me, mingling with mine. I drew my mother tight to me, holding her close. Mom seemed like she was having trouble controlling herself. She thrust her hips back and forward, seesawing between seeking the carnal assault on her clit and driving herself against my throbbing cock. Her head fell forward, hair providing a dark veil. I could hear ragged breaths, and a few times I thought I picked up an "oh god." I spoke an instruction in my famished mother's ear. "Lean back." She did as I asked, throwing her torso against my body, arms splaying at her sides. Now that I didn't need to hold her, my other hand moved down to join it's twin, which still strummed at her bud. "No," she gulped, trying to regain use of her lungs, "You shouldn't-" "It's okay Mom. I want to feel all of you." I waited for an answer, but never got one. Mom lay sprawled across me, glassy eyed and gasping, covered in a sheen of sweat. Her dress was rumpled. The front of her skirt bunched at her waist and one strap had fallen loose from her shoulder, partially revealing the pale pink bra underneath. My mom's hair was mussed, and a rosy flush tinted her pale features. She relaxed her legs, and I took that as my answer. My free hand dove between the ridges of her lips, running the length to wet themselves in the fluids running within. Fingers sought the dip within and thrust deep into her rippling hole. Mom convulsed in my lap and let out a guttural moan I was afraid must have given us away. I froze, paralyzed by doubt. With no indication that my sister was the wiser, I continued my stimulation. My fingertips curled inside, stroking the lustful spot within, as my other hand doubled it's attack on her swollen nub. My mother's much needed release was near. She was vibrating like a plucked string, waves of ecstasy running rampant through her body. The hands between her legs slowed, keeping her suspended in a state of euphoric torment. I was worried that she wouldn't be able to contain herself when she finally came, so I waited for a moment to cover us. The song on the stereo was one I'd heard before. I knew there was a big metal scream and instrumental section that should mask Mom's throes of passion. Ten seconds to go. My fingers began to fly over Mom's tortured clit. She let out something halfway between a groan and a squeak. Five seconds. I resumed stroking her core, and felt her spasms building. Three. I laid a light kiss on the back of her neck, tasting the tang of sweat on my lips and filling my nostrils with her scent. Two. I insert another finger into her pussy to join the ones already working towards her release. One. I lustily breathed the words. "Come for me." Mom convulsed, falling against the door and pulling me with her. The cries of bliss that tore from her throat were lost in the din of the music. She shuddered around my captive fingers, and contorted within my embrace. I held her as she suffered through the furious delight of her climax, aftershocks rippling through her body. Biting her lip, she contained her traitorous voice. Several smaller fits took her before she gently pushed away my hands. Mom attempted to gather her composure, running fingers through her tangled locks before reseating the straps of her dress and straightening her skirt. It wasn't perfect, but it was as good as you could expect, and could easily be played off as the result of a long car ride. Seemingly satisfied, she reestablished herself on my lap. My mother looked back at me from her perch, grinning ear to ear. "That was a lot more than just feeling, young man," she said conspiratorially. "Was it? I was just giving you a massage. Anything else that happened was purely coincidental." "Do your massages typically include telling someone to come for you?" "Only the best ones. You're lucky I don't charge." She snickered. "Okay, master masseuse, but by the feel of that thing sticking me in the back, I'd expect you're going to make a mess if you don't get some relief yourself." She leaned forward. "Blake honey, can you pull off here? We need a bit of a breather." * * * When we stopped, I immediately ran to the bathroom for some much needed time alone. My dick was on fire, and I came within a minute of touching myself. I didn't think I had ever blown a load as big in my life as I did that afternoon. I returned to the car with much less haste. I was met with a knowing smile from Mom and an air of indifference from my sister. "I going to go for a quick walk to get rid of the kinks," my mom said, "Either of you want to join me?" The last part may have been addressed to both of us, but the twisting smile and raised eyebrow shot to me across the roof made it clear who the message was really meant for. "Yeah, I'll come," I acquiesced. "Blake sweetheart, you want to stretch your legs? It'll be good for you." My sister threw an apathetic "Nah" over her shoulder before reaching for her pack of cigarettes. Mom and I began to walk, striding along in silence but shooting be sheepish glances to bridge the distance. Neither of us spoke a word until we were out of earshot. My mom was the first to break to dead air. She covered her mouth and giggled like a schoolgirl who had just been let it on a juicy secret. "Well," she recovered, "This has certainly gone a little awry from our original plans." "I suppose," I replied, grinning, "though I think the trip is much improved for it. The scenery especially has been spectacular." She slapped my arm, laughing. "Stop it, it's not right for a boy to be leching on his mother." "I didn't hear any complaints." There was a pause. "Mom, I wanted to say that I didn't mean to cross any lines-" "Oh, stop." "-but I remembered what you said the last time we talked. Y'know, about how important touch is to you and how long it's been... I felt that you needed it. I wanted to make you feel good." Mom looked at me with a loving expression, and wrapped an arm around me. We swayed as we walked together, hips pressed close. She waited until we were out of site of the car before stopping and turning me to face her. The afternoon sun sank into our bones. The light cast an orange glow that flowed along her features, luring sparkles from her eyes and rolling over the velvet of her lips. Caring hands reached up to clasp my face, her eyes meeting mine. "Alex, you have nothing to be ashamed about. What you did was wonderful. No one has made me feel that way in a long time. I didn't hesitate because I wanted you to stop, I hesitated because I was scared." "Because," she paused as the words stuck in her throat, "there are things that a woman is not supposed to do with her son, ways of love that she is not meant to share." Her smile returned. "But you were right. I did need that." Wrapping her arms around my neck, she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me. Her mouth enveloped mine. I floated in the sea of her perfume as our lips glided against each other and her body softened. She broke the gesture after several exultant seconds, resting back down on her heels and donning an eager grin. We continued our walk, once again quiet. "'Ways of love she is not meant to share,' huh?" I received a punch for my trouble. "Oh shut it, that may have been cheesy as hell, but that's actually how I feel." "Mom, can I ask you a question?" "Sure, shoot." "Is that how you view sex? As another way of showing how much you love someone?" "We have gotten personal, haven't we?" "Don't have to answer if you don't want to." "No, I'm up for this. That's close, but not quite it," She closed her eyes and sighed, like she was trying to see back inside a memory. "Sex is like the intimacy of touching, but taken to past the limit of what you can experience as an individual. You lose yourself in your partner, and they become lost in you. The two of you just coalesce in a singular entity, reveling in the pleasure of yourselves. In that moment, you share everything you are with another and experience total acceptance and connection. It's...the strongest affirmation of love I've ever felt." "Wow." "You asked for it," she said, entwining her arm with mine and leaning her head against me as we walked back to the car, "Shouldn't ask a girl their feelings if you aren't ready for whatever flowery drivel may come out." "No, it's not that, you made it sound really beautiful." We returned to silence as we trudged across the parking lot. A melancholy expression gradually defeated the shining smile that had ruled my mother's features. "I wish you weren't leaving. I'm not ready yet." "I have to, Mom." "I know, it just isn't fair. I wish we had been given more time to spend together," "It's not the end. You can still come visit and I'll still be home on breaks," "That's not the same as having the people you care about close to you. It still hurts to see people you love leave." The mood was downcast as we returned and headed out on the final leg of our journey. A dark pall seemed to hang over us, as we contemplated the changes that trip would bring. * * * Mom and I sat quietly, relying on the din of the speakers to fill the still air. Our fast approaching parting had drawn the curtains on our earlier joviality, and I watched the window, every mile marker seeming a proclamation of doom. The music cycled, the scenery flew by, and we sat ignoring each other while we considered our fates. That is, until I felt my mom squeeze her ass, cupping my cock with her cheeks in a sensual gesture of reassurance. It was as if she were trying to soothe me and bring back the steamy atmosphere with a single small display. I no longer acted shyly. As she forced herself against my growing dick, I embraced her and lay a trail of kisses up the glassy skin of her neck. Goosebumps rose as my tender brushes teased her and hot breath rolled over her shoulder, patterning her throat with tiny bumps. I deftly dropped one strap of her dress from it's seat, before removing her bra in kind. Mom's Car Ride Frenzied fingers burrowed down the front of the light cloth, pushing under the loose cup to clasp the velvety hill beneath. Mom's back arched, thrusting the stiff peak into my palm, and I was glad to oblige. I tweaked her nipple, a sharp gasp confirming her delight. My other hand headed southward to tease her inflamed pussy. We stayed like this awhile, locked in mutual temptation. She ground against me as I played at her slit, sometimes circling her clit and feeling sudden inhalations drive Mom's breast harder into my hand. I planted light kisses up and down her neck, punctuated by moist sighs that tumbled down her supple shoulder to tickle her collarbone. I drew close to her face, feeling her shiver at the unexpected caress of air on her ear. "You're lovely," I quietly exulted, my adoration for her alone. I felt another shudder travel her spine and plunge towards her burning core. "You are so wonderful and perfect and I love you." A groan tumbled from her agape lips. I paused to nibble at the lobe before moving back down her neck. Smiling, I watched her flush, blooming a deep crimson that gathered in her cheeks and ran down her chest like water. I leaned our bodies forward, a path of kisses tracing the contour of her exposed shoulder blade. Mom threw out her arms to brace against the seat in front of her. Making use of the leverage, I thrust against her hard, my length digging into her toned cheeks, and I pulled her breast free of her ravaged garments. My hands worked her pussy and the hard nub of her breast while my cock stroked against her through our cloths. "Wait," she hissed, and I paused my manipulations. She between us, and the sound of my zipper coming undone caused my cock to surge. Delicate fingertips worked their way inside my fly, stroking my erection before pulling it loose. As she pleasured me, Mom looked back and whispered. "I want to do something for you," she said, gliding over my pulsating prick, "For both of us." Her hand left me, and soft fabric slipped over my cockhead as she flipped up the back of her dress. Mom reached under to renew her grip on my rod, pulling down and settling her naked body back over it. Freely running juices began to pool against my steeled pole as I settled between her velvety folds. "You know how I said that the closest you can be with another human being is when they're fucking you?" I don't think I'd ever heard Mom use such crude language before. Her palm pressed me to her sex, covering me with the cream of her carnal delight. "I want to do something special." She shivered as my tip bumped her clit. "Do you...want to share that with me?" My mom rocked forward, and her fingers angled my cock upwards. "Most definitely," I replied, and slowly sunk into her trickling depths. A strangled cry emanated, and the muscular hole rippled against my thickness. We settled back, basking in the unity of our hidden embrace. The rhythm of the ride and the throbbing of the engine resonated between us, the small irregularities of motion moving our nethers against each other. Every bump provided a small push. Every braking pulled my mom slightly off my pole before acceleration caused it to drive deep within. There was no room to properly thrust, stuffed in as we were, but there was no reason to. As much as I would have thought I'd want to fuck my mother's brains out in that back seat, I found myself content with the rocking of our hips combined with the unpredictable motions of the road. That wasn't what this was about. This was something deeper than mere rutting. We had truly become one, the back of the car giving way to our own private world of mutual bliss. Every gasp and spasm of our bodies passed between us, shared, each of us becoming perfectly in tune with the other. I rolled Mom's nipple between my fingers and my other hand snuck under her to play at her bud. I delighted in the moans and shudders I coaxed forth. Her pussy hugged my dick, massaging me as she rode. I lost track of time in the lustful celebration of flesh. I remember feeling Mom draw tense against me, and covering her mouth to keep her from crying out as her body danced and the waves of her climax assailed my cock. Several times I felt smaller tremors suffuse her, brief flutters accompanied by torrid gasps. Beads of sweat ran down her collar, and my lips traced her paths, pausing only to whisper my adoration in her ear. Watching her tremble at my words. The two of us became enthralled in those motions, our intimate parts tugging and rubbing as our destination grew ever closer, and we traveled farther from the life we once knew. * * * I don't know how long we spent like that, enjoined and drinking each other's essence. The only marking of time was the periodic fits that overtook my mom's composure. In what seemed like nothing at all we were pulling into the parking lot of my new home. "We're here," I warned. Mom sat up with a start, cock still buried to the hilt inside. She reached between her thighs, extricating my member a little faster than was comfortable for either of us. Tucking it back through the gap in my shorts, she lifted to flatten her dress back before falling back, some level of modesty regained. Blake's voice penetrated the back seat. "I'm gonna go buy some cigs, I'm out. You guys start unloading and I'll meet you back here in a few." "Alright," I replied as the car door slammed. I watched her walk off towards a nearby convenience store. Mom glanced furtively through the window, scanning the parking lot and intently watching my sister's form shrink into the distance. "Are you getting out, or am I going to have to carry you?" I asked with more than a little amusement at her discomfort. Instead of answering, Mom slipped down to the floor between my legs She dexterously rotated to face me as she descended. "What are you doing?!" my words came out in a low hiss, despite the lack of prying ears. She smiled that wicked smile, and worked one set of straps from her shoulder to lay loose against her porcelain skin. "We're not even." The other pair of straps fell, and she worked her dress down to free her breasts. They stood out from her torso, firm, still flushed from the intensity of our earlier efforts. A hand rose to my crotch, working it's way in to massage the swelling meat. "You've done quite a bit more since the last time we tallied up." Mom slowly jacked my cock as it returned to full stiffness. Her fingers easily roamed over the shaft, her still fresh fluids lubricating me. Silence was broken by the faint sloshing of her hand as it stroked from head to base, the sloppy state making her touch feel like pleasant fire. "Mommy's going to give you a special treat." She seemed different from earlier, the loving demeanor replaced by ravenous hunger that burned behind her eyes. Mom bowed her head and blew, tickling the tip of my cock and eliciting a moan from me. "Just let me know when your sister is coming back." I nodded my agreement, gulping. A drop of precum leaked from my dick. Mom snaked her tongue out, skillfully capturing the droplet as it ran down the curve of the head. She swirled around the tip, probing the ridge before drawing back. Steel gray eyes met mine, and I felt like I was falling. "Your father used to love these." She sucked me between her lips, tongue writhing against my cock as her cheeks caved. I felt the head rub against the ridged roof of her mouth, and another wave of precum oozed into her mouth's eager embrace. The hand that wasn't busy at my rod snaked up the leg of my shorts, rolling my aching balls between her fingers and reaching beyond to press at the bridge of flesh below. Mom retreated, releasing my dick with a wet pop, and tossed her head to whip her hair out of her vision. "I hardly ever do this anymore, but I think we can make an exception." Recapturing my cock, she bobbed deeper, engulfing more of the shaft in her eager maw. I reached to tuck a stray lock behind her ear and continued back, stroking the nape of her neck before following the contours of her face forward to lightly stroke her cheek. She purred around my dick and I let out a needy groan. My head lolled towards the window, the glass beginning to cloud with steam. I jumped as my sister exited the store and began back towards us, a cigarette clasped between her lips and flame rising from her fist to meet it. Noting my anxiety, Mom gazed up at me, questioning, before doubling her efforts. My mind went blank as she took me all the way to the base, tongue lapping underneath. The muscles of her throat squirmed, grabbing at the flared end of my cock. Molten saliva leaked from her clasped lips, leaving a sticky trail as it ran around my balls. Her other hand incorporated the salve into it's assault, massaging it into my skin and rubbing circles against my perineum. "She's coming." Mom's lascivious tongue lashed at my length as her fingertips attempted to coax the seed from my loins. Blake drew closer, boring a hole in the door with her eyes. "You need to stop, she's almost here." Mom was doing nothing of the sort, slurping loudly at my length. Her creamy tits rocked back and forth like pendulums, marking off the seconds until the end. Blake was in the lot now. She appeared angry, and her stride quickened. "We're going to get caught." Mom pulled herself from my cock, seamlessly slipping into a smile. The hand inside my pants worked with greater effort, the pressure reaching deep to my core. She reached under my shirt and nails scraped up my chest to run tantalizingly over the nipple. Then she brought her face close and kissed me, tongue slipping smoothly inside my parted lips, and it was like the lights went out. Teeth pulled at my lip as we parted, reluctant to let me go, and I felt cum start to rise in my balls. She whispered. "Come for me." Then Mom impaled her mouth on my cock. She held herself there, tongue wrapping around the girth, feeling the veins, as she gagged and her throat convulsed. I exploded. I held her to me, stroking her neck and running fingers through her hair, as wave after wave of seed spurted into her waiting throat. The world went fuzzy and and I cried out in ecstasy. Mom slowly pulled me back to reality, working my sensitive meat. She teased the last lingering spurts from within, slowly running her hand over my chest and feeling the twitches of my orgasm in the muscles. Coming to my senses, I looked out the window in alarm. Blake was almost to the car, and she looked pissed. We had only seconds. Mom released my spent member, which I quickly hid back inside the fly. She rearranged her dress and gave it a quick smoothing. "Stay here, and follow my lead," she said, wiping a small drop of semen from the corner of her lips before exiting the car. The voices of the two women were muffled, but I could hear clearly enough. "What's going on, you guys haven't even started to unload yet," my sister inquired, cigarette twitching like a conductor's baton. "I'm sorry, we had a bit of an accident. I was reaching for a bottle of water and it spilled all over him. Give him a second, he's changing." What? I looked at my lap. Oh crap. I hadn't been paying attention for obvious enough reasons, but our extended play had left it's mark. The front of my shorts were soaked with my mother's secretions. Her scent rose from them like an expensive perfume. There was no way I could go out there without being subjected to questions I did not have answers to. "Ah great, just what I fucking need. Water on my shit and my brother's ass on the upholstery." Louder, obviously meant for my ears, Blake hollered, "If any of that got on my seat it's gonna be your fucking head." Right. Follow Mom's lead. Luckily a bag of clothes had gotten packed in the back, and a quick scramble later I was presentable and the evidence was stowed safely away. I climbed out to stand beside Mom. Blake grumbled as she popped the trunk. "Still don't know what took you so fucking long. What the hell were you doing back there, jerking off?" Mom and I shared a devilish grin. "Not exactly." * * * Dusk had fallen by the time we finished hauling all of my things up to the apartment. I still had quite a deal of unpacking to do, but it was getting late and my sister's increasingly stormy demeanor told me there would be hell if I didn't let her get on her way. "I'm going down to smoke one before we head out. Mom, please don't make me wait, I have places to be." Blake strode up to me. She stiffly extended a hand, hardened with callous, which I clasped and shook. My sister did not do hugs. "Take care of yourself, Bro. Anyone messes with you, tell them your sister will come beat their ass." Her perpetual frown lifted at the corners, playing at a genuine, honest-to-god smile. This truly was a historic moment. A wave of sadness hit me. I wasn't going to see any of my family for quite a while, and I fully began to realize how much I would miss them. Even my curmudgeon of a sister. Blake released her grip, and the door slammed behind her as she left. Mom and I stared into each other's eyes, the tension like an overstretched elastic band. Then it broke. She threw herself against me, and crushed her lips to mine. I fell back as we pawed at each other in wild abandon. Tongue twisted over tongue, forming an embrace of their own. Reluctantly, we parted. Mom clasped me in a gentle hug before whispering conspiratorially. "I slipped a little surprise into your things for you. I hope you enjoy it." She cupped my jaw and drew it down to meet her for a much gentler kiss. I think that one display of affection lasted far longer than intended, with us adrift in the feeling of our lips clutching and pulling at their partners in crime. But it had to end. Mom stepped back, and flashing a melancholy smile, glided to the door. Her shoes clicked as our final seconds together came to a close. The door snapped shut with a quiet clack, but it was as if the tolling of a church bell marking midnight and the end of the ball. I sighed, staring for long minutes as if it might bring her back. Finally giving up, I moved to the window to gaze out at the view. The highway, packed with the will o' wisps of headlights, was clearly visible, and I wondered which of those bright dots belonged to her. I thought back over her last words. Something for me. I dug into my things with incredible fervor, not so much unpacking as throwing things from their confines. Mom had hidden it well. Even with my rushed approach, it took several minutes to locate her gift. I stared in wonder at the small wad of yellow fabric in my hands, before unfurling it. It was a set of panties, presumably the pair that had been absent today. Raising the silky cloth to my nose, I became intoxicated with Mom's now only too familiar scent. Feeling dampness lingering in the folds, I flicked out my tongue and probed the inner lining. I was greeted by a salty tang, the taste of my mother's nectar. The one thing she hadn't been able to share with me. Smiling, I stowed the underwear in my pocket. I didn't know exactly how she did it. Since we arrived she must have found a free moment to don the panties and let her juices soak in, before removing and hiding them. Many more sniffs were taken before I was done settling into my new home. Her aroma kept the pain of our parting at bay. Flopping back on my newly assembled bed, my eyes stared into the white void of the ceiling. The wadded panties pressed against my leg, comforting me like an extension of Mom's touch. My thoughts began to meander. I reflected on what the future held. This isn't the end. It's not like you'll never see any of them again. They'll visit you and you can go visit them at the new house. I smiled. Visits. Now that's an interesting thought. I didn't know how things were going to play out after today, but I doubted they'll be boring. Sitting up, I returned to the window and the tracers that midnight travelers left in the dark. In just a short day, my life had been carried off over the horizon to somewhere new and strange, and more than a bit wonderful. A wicked grin crossed my face. Into the great unknown we go.