Carla and Jimmy, mother and son, drove casually on the back roads of Ohio between Huntington, West Virginia and Cincinnati. Jimmy was driving his own car, a 3yr old Caddy he had bought a year ago. It was the second day of their 14 day vacation to Montana and Yellowstone. Carla glanced around at the leather seats and well appointed interior, feeling proud of her successful 25yr old son. Without a college credit one, he was strong willed and hard working, starting a local trucking outfit, recently papered to go national. Though she sat on her side of the spacious car, her extended left hand resting high on his jean covered thigh conveyed her warm fondness and more. It was nearing lunchtime and they slowed down as they approached a roadside restaurant.
"How about we go next door to the antique store and give me a chance to stretch my legs a little bit?" Carla suggested as they stood in line waiting to pay the bill.
"Sounds good to me!" Jimmy answered. "You did seem a bit stiff last night?"
"I have a right to be a bit stiff. I'm not a young chicken anymore." She replied in joking sarcasm, as they strolled across the parking lot heading for the antique store, looking around to make sure no one was within earshot. "You haven't given me a bit of rest. For the last eight days we have been screwing like newlyweds, which I guess we kind of are! Not that I'm complaining, mind you. It's just that working all day and screwing most of the night is beginning to take its toll on this old lady. This trip will give me the rest and energy to screw ourselves silly. Consider this our honeymoon. When we get home things have got to slow down a bit."
"47 is not old, mom. And in fairness, at home I tried to get you in bed early every night. You're the one who wanted to watch those XXX-rated movies til midnight."
"Just remember, catching me watching those movies resulted in you getting your head between my legs and then in my bed. Besides, a bit of wine and a decent skin flick helps to loosen my morals and inhibitions. Lucky for you, huh!"
Jimmy trotted a few steps ahead to open the door to the antique store for his mother, beaming a smile at her last comment.
Carla and her son separated, each strolling casually looking and picking up a few items to inspect. She spied an antique, three cent, thick glassed milk bottle with a thick lipped opening. She picked it up and inspected it for a long minute and a smile came to her face. She searched for the location of her son, caught his attention when he looked her way and motioned him over.
"Do you think you would fit into this?" She whispered, leaning in close to his shoulder, scanning the area.
"You are real kinky, lady!" He said taking the milk bottle from her and inspecting it. "I suppose so?"
"I'm going to purchase it." She said. "You know how much I like for you - you know! - when I jerk you off - Mount Vesuvius and all." How she loved to say erotic things!
Back on the road they continued on to Cincinnati, driving on secondary roads. They continued on to the western edge of the city and found a motel just off I-74.
"I'm going to take a shower and then we can go and have dinner."
Undressing with her, she figured he planned on showering with her which they had done quite frequently of late. Turning towards the bathroom, she noticed his erection, which was not all that unusual either. When he stepped in front of her to block her path, she saw on his face that he had other plans.
"Really! You can't wait a few hours!" She exclaimed, with an incredulous tone. "Well, I expect you to be quick and don't expect me to participate. You'll not get so much as a moan from me. I'm saving my energy for a nice long screw, after dinner, after which, I can sleep.
She turned and walked the short distance to the bed, kneeing herself onto the fully made bed and rolling to her back. Her legs lifted and spread when Jimmy joined her. She reached to take hold of his cock and placed it to her. He knew to take it gently as he pushed into her. As he cradled her in his arms, she loosely wrapped her legs around the back of his thighs.
She was very aware and was very much enjoying his cock as he pumped into her energetically. Still, true to her word she remained passive.
Her memory rewound to him unexpectedly coming into the living room. The only light was coming from the TV screen. She was watching Taboo II, her favorite as the father reminded her very much of her oldest brother. They had had a brief but intense, incestuous affair her first year of college. He and his wife had ended their separation, and so ended their affair, that and her leaving school and the state. Soon engaged, she never allowed him to screw her again.
She remembered having her feet pulled up tight on the edge of the sofa, panty-less and masturbating, staring at father and daughter fucking with the wife/mother sleeping soundly next to them.
There had been no discussion, no talk at all, just him surprising her, standing on the other side of the coffee table, towering over her an embarrassingly long minute, as she sat frozen, hand in place, before shoving the table clear and dropping to his knees. She had resisted;
"Jimmy! Stop this nonsense!" She had exclaimed, pushing at his head. "You shouldn't be doing this - tempting me like this! I'm already aroused!"
Resisted, but not strongly enough to keep his head from between her legs. Hell, she had barely resisted at all after the first couple of pushes at his head. After a strong and most satisfying orally induced orgasm, she also had offered only a faked plea of, :"Please don't!!", at his attempt to fuck her right where she sat, she, taking hold of his cock to assist in their coupling.
After penetrating her. Carla, except for genuine moans and groans, remained silent. He had not fucked her with an all consuming lust one might expect of first, incestuous sex. He showed, in fact, surprising restraint, fucking her with a moderate to slow rhythm, and seemed to focus his mind on the sensations of their union as he breathed and snuggled into her neck. He stopped completely once, without uncoupling, to remove her nightgown and suckle a nipple, offering, "You're a beautiful woman." She knew she was not - far from it. Only after long minutes did he maneuver her to a more comfortable, reclined position on the sofa, gripped her buttocks and lost himself. Carla's renewed arousal had her breathing lustfully, clutching her son's buttocks, her ass in rhythm, when he groaned with orgasm. As he slowed, she whispered her desire to continue. As they continued screwing, she felt content and all felt natural.
Jimmy was named after and looked a lot like a younger version of her brother. It had not been that big a leap from brother to son into another incestuous affair.
Before, there had been the fear of possible pregnancy with her brother. They had been fortunate. Now, due to a hysterectomy, there was no fear and she and Jimmy could continue indefinitely, even if he should reunite with Ann, his wife to be. Carla had doubts as most of the couple's arguments were about Ann withholding sex. Perhaps, another reason she had not resisted.
"AAggggggggg Fuckkkkkk!" His coming snapped heer back to the present.
"Yesssssss! That felt good, didn't it, baby!" Carla praised her son as he ejaculated.
Jimmy lay atop her long moments before rolling to her left coming to rest on his back, his cock deflated.
"That first night - on the sofa, have you ever come that hard with Ann or any other girl?"
"Oh, hell no!"
After dinner at a nearby restaurant, they returned to the motel room.
Carla retrieved the antique milk bottle from the trunk of the car. Jimmy retrieved a small cooler containing a few small bottles of wine and a few bottled Cokes. They discovered that there were X-rated movies available on the TV. They discussed whether they wanted to rent one. Unsure whether the desk clerk would know about the rental, and seeing their age difference, they decided not to take the chance.
Before disrobing, Carla unwrapped the bottle and placed it at the foot of the bed next to her son. Jimmy picked it up and studied it.
"So, I'm supposed to fuck this bottle so you can watch me shoot off? Is that the plan? I can tell you upfront it needs some hair!"
"Smart-ass!" Carla retorted, knowing he loved her thick and abundant bush. "It will be interesting to see if you can get your erection inside the bottle. I'm figuring that the bottle is about 9 inches tall, making it a dropped of 4 or 5 inches from the head of your cock to the bottom."
"You know better than that, woman! Now who's being a smart-ass!" He exclaimed. Maybe 2 inches to the bottom - three at the most."
