****** The Little Deuce Coupe by Joshua ******
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The Little Deuce Coupe


It had all the earmarks of being a long, damned night.

To start with, mom's plane had been late, and then there was the hassle at the
baggage claim. Between that and the insane traffic coming out of International,
we hadn't made very good time.

It was after midnight before we even got out of the city, and we still had a
couple hundred miles of California backroad to go before we got home. I was
tired and disgusted, squinting into the headlights of oncoming cars, chain-
smoking my last pack of cigarettes trying to stay awake, and mom was nodding
out on the passenger side in spite of herself.

We had talked for about the first fifteen minutes or so, but then the weariness
of a long day had finally caught up with her and she fell silent. From what
she'd told me, she'd had one hard time after another ever since she left
Philadelphia: bad connections, weather delays, rude flight attendants, and even
ruder passengers.

After a while, she looked over at me - she'd fought off the sleepiness for
about as long as she could - and shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry, Charlie,"
she said, "but I've got to lay down."

And, as bummed out as I was, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. I knew
exactly how she felt. I glanced down at the narrow bench seat of my little
deuce coupe in the light of a passing car and shrugged my shoulders. "There's
not much room to stretch out," I told her, "but you can try if you want to."

"Can I lay my head in your lap?" she asked plaintively. "Will you still be able
to drive?" And she started turning sideways on the seat even before I answered.

"I'll manage," I said half-heartedly and I shook my head almost imperceptibly
in the dark. Just what I needed, I thought, another problem to deal with, but I
pushed the seat back anyway, as far as it would go, then reached behind it for
the fuzzy car blanket I always carried.

Mom squeezed her head between me and the steering wheel, curled her long legs
up on the seat, and closed her eyes in defeat. I spread the car blanket out
over her as best I could with only one hand, and fished another cigarette from
my shirt pocket.

I couldn't play the radio for fear of disturbing her, and, after she dozed off,
there wasn't even anyone to talk to. I ended up just driving, daydreaming and
driving, wanting to get home before I, too, dozed off.

In her slumber, mom started sort of nuzzling her cheek against my crotch, her
breath warm and very disconcerting on the front of my jeans, and it dawned on
me, almost shamefully, that I was springing an incredible hard-on from the
unaccustomed pressure in my lap.

I tried to ignore it, I really did - peering down the dark highway ahead,
calculating distance and time in my head, watching for deer's eyes in the trees
at the side of the road - but the damned thing wasn't going away. If anything,
it was getting harder, and I was becoming more and more frustrated by the whole
situation.

And, somehow, I became aware that mom was wide awake again, studying my face in
the dull, green glow of the dash lights, and I looked down at her curiously.

"Charlie," she asked softly from my lap, "how come you're so hard?"

I shrugged my shoulders once more, trying to act as nonchalant about it as I
could. "What did you expect, mom?" I replied casually. "I'm not exactly a
vegetable."

"Is it because my head's in your lap?"

I glanced out the side window for a second, wishing I didn't have to answer
that question, and nodded my head without speaking. There really wasn't
anything I could say.

"Do you want me to sit up?" she asked.

I attempted a smile - which didn't come off very well - and patted her shoulder
reassuringly. "No, mom," I muttered, "it's okay."

"I can sit up, if you want me to."

"No, mom," I said a little more emphatically, "it's okay."

I could feel her eyes searching my face for a long moment, trying to make some
sense out of this, then she shook her head in my lap and started turning. "No,"
she said evenly, "it's not okay. You've got a raging hard-on in here, and I'm
the cause of it."

She rolled herself up onto her elbows and knees then, and I felt her tugging my
zipper down, slipping her hand inside to grasp my rock-hard manhood.

"Mom?" I asked stupidly, "what are you doing?"

"I don't know," she murmured. "I feel bad about this. I mean, you give up your
Saturday night to come and get me, then I fall asleep while you're fighting the
traffic, and, on top of everything else, I give you an incredible hard-on that
you can't do anything about."

"I told you, it's okay."

"No, Charlie," she said stubbornly. "I caused this and I want to take care of
it." She pulled my tumescent cock out into the open then and I heard her gasp
when she finally saw it. Stiff as an old bone, it was, heavily veined,
throbbing, and as thick as her own wrist. It jutted up into the incessant,
green glow of the dash lights like some medieval weapon. And it was definitely
ready for war.

"My God!" she breathed, wrapping her fingers around its girth. "You're huge!"
She looked up at me again, a dark question in her eyes, but I didn't respond.
What the hell was I supposed to say?

"Ohhh, Charlie," she crooned, "I'm so sorry I did this to you. We've got to
take care of this right away."

"Don't worry about it," I said. "It'll go away by itself."

But mom chose to ignore me. "Here," she said quietly. "Maybe this will help."
And, without another word, she leaned down and planted a soft, wet kiss right
on the swollen head of my prick.

Her kiss was unbelievable: tender and warm, her lips parted very slightly, so
full of love and concern that I could feel it radiating throughout my entire
body. My eyes slid shut for a moment, as an intense wave of giddiness washed
over me, and I had to force myself to keep them open, to concentrate on my
driving.

She pushed her head further down then, enveloping my pulsating glans in the
heat of her mouth, her tongue swirled around it crazily, as if it were some
kind of home-made candy, then she pushed down even further, until the entire
length of my fat cock was stuffed into her throat.

The sensation of having my turgid rod buried in mom's mouth was enormously
exciting for me, first of all because her mouth was fantastically good, and,
second, because I knew that this was probably the most forbidden thing that
could happen in our society.

A strange mixture of emotions swept over me as she started moving slowly up and
down on my throbbing prick, and I wasn't quite sure how I should react to it.
Forbidden or not, I didn't want her to stop, yet there was a heavy dose of
guilt feelings stirred in with my lust.

"What about dad?" I asked quietly.

She came off the end of my cock then, and gazed up at me uncertainly. A shiny,
little string of pre-cum and saliva was stretched between her lips and the head
of my prick, drooping way down, and I watched it dance and sway in the green
light when she spoke. "This is between the two of us, Charlie," she said
evenly. "What your dad doesn't know won't hurt him."

"You're sure about this," I said. It wasn't a question.

"I'm sure," she replied huskily. "As a matter of fact, I think I'm going to
enjoy it."

They say a stiff dick has no conscience and I think it must be true, because,
even as guilty as I felt at that moment, I took my hand off the steering wheel
and pushed her head slowly down toward my rigid cock again. I couldn't see it,
of course, but I'd bet money that mom smiled in the darkness.

I felt her lips push hotly down over my tumescent knob again, down the stiff
shank of my prick, and she started moving slowly up and down on me, working my
thick member into the back of her throat. Her tongue washed lavishly across the
sensitive glans, and I let my head loll back against the seat, concentrating on
the warmth - the wonder - of those velvet lips.

Mom's tantalizing ass was thrust provocatively up in the air on the narrow
bench seat of the coupe, her dress falling away slightly, and her hands were
busy massaging my hard shaft and balls. I gripped the steering wheel solidly
with my left hand and, impudently, ran my right under her body to fondle her
pendulous breasts.

She moaned happily, deep in her throat, when I touched her and after a moment I
slid my hand even further down her lithe body, past the hanging folds of her
dress, and cupped the warm mound of her pussy in my palm. She didn't try to
move away from me when I touched her down there, didn't attempt to brush my
hand aside or anything, and I took it to be a sign. Brazenly, I found the
waistband of her panties and slid my hand inside.

Her cunt was soft and furry, very warm to the touch, and I could feel the
dampness of her slit against my skin. Slowly, I pushed my middle finger into
her up to the first knuckle, amazed at how tight she was, how hot and dewy;
amazed at the way her cunt gripped the end of my finger. Another low moan
escaped her throat and I was surprised that she pushed back against my finger,
wanting more of it in her.

That was all the encouragement I needed, and I began gently finger-fucking her
in time to the rhythm her marvelous lips had established as they moved smoothly
up and down on the raw stiffness of my cock.

The intense heat of her mouth on my root was hard to believe, the slurping
noises intoxicating to hear, and I felt almost as if I were dreaming as I gave
myself over to her. Visions of pouty, red lips with stiff, purple-headed cocks
stabbing into them danced through my imagination, and I got lost somewhere in
there trying to figure out who they belonged to.

Her lips were fantastic, sliding greasily up and down the length of my cock,
and it wasn't long before I felt the unmistakable pressure building up in my
hard nuts. I clenched my teeth, trying to hold it back, trying to prolong the
heady sensation her mouth was giving me, but it was no use. My cock swelled
even further in her hot mouth and, with a few more strokes, she pushed me
irrepressibly over the edge.

I gasped for air as the powerful ejaculation seized me; my hips straining,
trying to jam my cock as far down her throat as I possibly could. A
kaleidoscope of colored flashes lit up the sultry blackness behind my eyes, and
I bit my lower lip as heavy surges of thick jizz erupted into mom's mouth,
flooding her, inundating her, and I twitched and quaked, totally out of
control, with each delicious surge.

She took my load eagerly, moving her head back and forth in little jerks, like
a calf nursing on the big teats of a heifer, and I could feel her mouth working
against me as she swallowed it. Thick rivulets of cum oozed out the corners of
mom's stretched lips, drooling down her chin, dripping heavily onto the back of
her hand and into my pubic hair, and she stayed with me all the way, milking me
with her lips, drinking my sperm. And slowly - very slowly - the shuddering
surges of cum subsided.

When she was satisfied that my orgasm was over, mom came off the end of my
wilting cock and wriggled her way up to lay across my chest with my finger
still buried in her cunt. Her ripe tits pressed hotly against my midsection,
one of her arms looped around my shoulder, the other around my ribcage, and she
kissed me deliriously on the lips. It was all I could do to maintain control of
the car.

"Charlie," she whispered close to my ear, "you better pull off the road
somewhere. You've got me so hot I can hardly stand it!"

"What did you have in mind?" I grinned.

"I don't know," she purred, "but I need to cum really bad."

And who the hell was I to argue? Especially after the way she had just sucked
me off.

I pulled off onto the shoulder of the road at the first wide place I came to,
coasted to a stop under some overhanging oak trees, glanced quickly up and down
the highway, looking for headlights, and - with a touch of undying chivalry -
went around to open mom's door.

She turned toward me on the seat as I opened her door, her dress riding high up
on her thighs, her long legs pale and beautiful in the starlight, and I
swallowed heavily, feeling myself getting hard again just from looking at her.

I picked the fuzzy car blanket up off the floorboard of the coupe, looked at
the trees behind me, and nodded to her. "Come on."

Mom laid her hand softly on my forearm, which stopped me in my tracks, and
smiled at me a little tremulously. "Forget all the nicities, Charlie," she said
hoarsely. "Just do me. Right here. Right now."

She lifted her hips off the seat then, started pushing her black, lace panties
down her thighs, and I leaned forward to help. The feel of her skin against my
hands was like a form of torture to me, and my cock swelled unbelievably inside
my jeans. Mercifully, mom wasn't waiting. She pushed the jeans and shorts down
over my narrow hips with one quick movement, wrapped her fingers around the
burgeoning shaft of my prick, and pulled me toward her.

Mom clasped me tightly to her full breasts, planting a line of kisses from the
angle of my jaw down the side of my neck to my collarbone, and I shuddered
against her at the sensation. I felt her guide the head of my engorged prick up
to the very entrance of her pussy, then wrap her long legs around my waist, one
heel in the crack of my ass, and draw me into her.

She was already wet from the fingering I'd been giving her, and I sunk into her
easily. Her buttery cunt closed around the raw stiffness of my shaft as though
it were her first time, and I nosed into her with agonizing slowness. Her
breath caught in her throat as my thick cock penetrated her, past the fleshy
cunt lips, into the hot mystery of her quim, pushing past the tiny puffs and
swells, nudging bluntly, insistently, against her cervix, and she let herself
fall slowly back onto the seat of the car.

I fucked into her slowly, full-length at every stroke, pulling myself back
until only the barest part of my throbbing manhood remained trapped inside her,
then easing forward again - forcing her cunt to open, forcing it to accept the
massive, ramrod cock that was boring into her - until my hard balls were
pressed against the trembling rosebud of her ass.

Her cunt muscles clamped down around my swollen root, gripping me, drawing on
me, and she started swaying against me in time with my deep, slow thrusts. She
closed her eyes, peacefully, and a faint smile spread across her lips.

"My God," she croaked after a few minutes, "you really know how to throw a fuck
into a woman."

"Glad you approve," I croaked back at her.

I started pushing into her faster then, dizzy from the incredible sensation of
her cunt, and mom rose to meet me stroke for stroke, her pelvis gyrating and
rocking against me, her legs locked around my waist. Squishy noises came from
her sopping cunt as my heavy cock sluiced in and out of her. Her eyes were
squeezed shut and tiny beads of perspiration had broken out along her upper
lip. Her nostrils flared each time she breathed and she started flailing her
head from side to side, as if trying to understand the reaming I was giving
her.

And there was no understanding it. She was, without a doubt, the most fantastic
fuck I'd ever had in my life: tight and wet, hot and willing, her pussy sending
shock waves of pleasure jolting through my body, through my very soul. And I
knew, in those few minutes of being buried in her cunt, that I had to have more
of her. Tomorrow, perhaps - or the next day - whenever dad wasn't around.

I felt mom tense beneath me then, her hands clutching at the back of my arms. A
high keening came from her throat, sounding for all the world like a distant
siren, and she quivered against me as a powerful orgasm gripped and shook her
body.

"Charlie?" she wailed into the darkness. "I ... I'm ... cumminnggg!"

Her breath came in gasps and snatches, her thighs clamped tightly on my waist,
and she fucked against me furiously until her climax finally passed.

It was a little mind-boggling to see mom in the throes of ecstasy like that, to
look down and see the wild abandon on her face when she climaxed, to see how
vulnerable she really was. Mind-boggling to know that it was me who had taken
her there, and the knowledge affected me like an aphrodisiac.

I started fucking her fiercely after that; plowing my rock-hard prick into her
tight tunnel of flesh, pile-driving her, and she squirmed and writhed beneath
me, squealing, howling. I reveled in her oily tightness, her wonderful warmth,
in the cunt juice that was smeared all over her ass and her lower abdomen.

My own need had been building steadily inside me, and it was not to be denied.
I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling my cock swell within her, wanting to make it
last, and suddenly it was there.

An unbelievable flood of hot, thick jizz gushed up the length of my cock,
bursting deep into the depths of mom's cunt, my juices added to her own,
drowning her already swampy pussy in wave after powerful wave of incestuous
cum. A loud, feral groan came from my throat, my toes curled inside my loafers,
and I emptied myself in her quim.

Mom shivered against me again, gasping and moaning, as yet another overwhelming
orgasm wracked her slender body, then she released her hold on me and her arms
fell away limply.

I collapsed against her, completely exhausted, my legs no longer willing to
hold me up, my lungs aching for air, and closed my eyes against the dizziness.
My cock died gloriously in her steaming cunt.

"You're a good fuck, Charlie" she cooed in my ear. "I wish I'd discovered this
about four years ago."

"I wish you had, too," I said thickly, "I wouldn't have had to jack off so
much."

Mom laughed softly at my words. "Well, the good thing about it is that you'll
never have to jack off again."

"I don't understand," I said quietly.

She fell silent then, collecting her thoughts before she spoke, gazing at me a
little uncertainly. "We can never go back to being mother and son, you know
that, don't you?"

"Yes," I groaned, "I know,"

"And I hope you understand what I'm going to say. I've never been unfaithful to
your dad - until now - but I've got to have more of you."

I smiled down at her, happy that she realized how special it was between us.
"I'm glad to hear you say that, mom. I thought maybe I'd have to rape you to
get more of this."

She shook her head then, smiling also, "You won't have to rape me, baby. I'll
give it to you anytime you want it. Our problem's going to be timing. We'll
have to get it on when dad's at work."

"That's the way I figured it, too," I murmured.

"Besides," she added after a moment, "it'll only be until you find a girl and
get married."

"I'm not so sure about that," I grinned. "If I can get pussy as good as this
all the time, I might just stay single."

She smiled knowingly at my words and kissed me fully on the lips.

"And that," she said through the kiss, "would be fine with me."

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