My Son's Lap: A Uber Ride Home
Summary:
Mom rides son in Uber and another couple gets involved.
This is part two of the
My Son's Lap
series.
In part 1, a mother sits on her son's lap while he's playing Santa for her company's Christmas party, and she's astonished to find herself with his big cock in her pussy. They slyly fuck in a room full of people... then do round two in the office... where he shows her a letter that verifies his claim that her deceased husband had set up the incestuous encounter, and she also learns that he'd requested his son to take over as both the man and the cock of their household. Given her longstanding submissive nature and the love she has for her son, she gratefully agrees to the exciting new arrangement.
And now the story continues.
My Son's Lap: A Uber Ride Home
Two minutes later, after taking my son Cody's load in my mouth and swallowing it down, I was walking to the bar to get another drink, when I had a sudden regret... not the obvious one that I'd just sucked and fucked my son... no, the regret was that I was still horny, so I wanted his cock
back
in my mouth and pussy. After more than six months of no dick since Jake had passed... plus another month or so when he'd been too sick and frail to make love... thus seven months with only my hands and toys to get me off... my high powered sexual libido was revved up, and I finally had someone to go to for relief.
I saw Cody walking back into the party, and my pussy tingled... which I knew was supposed to be wrong... reminded of just how wrong by the sweet aftertaste of my son's cum... a reminder of the ultimate sins I'd just committed.
The first time was an accident... at least on my part... but the second time I'd initiated it... the second time I'd willingly sucked my son's cock, then had asked him to fuck me again... and
then
I'd eagerly allowed him to deposit a load down my throat.
"You okay?" Janet asked me. "You look really flushed."
"It's hot in here," I answered, fanning my hand at my face.
"Is it?" she asked, looking a bit surprised.
"Maybe it's menopause," I joked, trying to cover up my recent indiscretions.
"Maybe," she said, as she gave me a look saying she didn't believe me.
"I need another drink," I said.
"Now
that
sounds like a plan," Janet agreed, and we headed to the bar.
As I sipped my drink, I processed all that had just transpired... still processing my surreal disbelief of all the scandalous things I'd done and experienced at this evening's Christmas party. I'd sucked and fucked my son. And my deceased husband had not only approved of this mother-and-son incest... he'd suggested it. Or rather, through a letter he'd written and had posthumously instructed me to give to Cody yesterday, he'd actually orchestrated it!
...I want you to be the Santa during the staff Christmas Party. I want you to go commando underneath the suit, and as the night progresses, when your mother sits on your lap, which I'm sure she will, I want you to guide your cock into her pussy...
he couldn't have been any clearer than that! Especially when he'd gone on to explain to Cody how submissive I was, and had urged him to take total control of me whenever he wanted to have sex.
So now what? Could this incestuous boning really become a regular thing? Could Cody replace Jake in satisfying all my needs? Needs that had been unfulfilled ever since Jake had become terminally ill. And no matter how I spun it, the pleasurable sensations inside me were still lingering. Perhaps it was because I hadn't been fucked in many months, maybe it was the alcohol I'd been consuming tonight, or maybe it was how much Cody looked and acted like his father... especially tonight!
Regardless of the reasons, I was still horny, and I wanted more.
Yet I couldn't slip away again... Janet would catch on eventually... or we might get caught by one or more of my employees... which would be disastrous!
So patiently, well
impatiently
was more accurate, I waited for the party to end, since as the employer and host, I needed to be one of the last few people leaving here.
So I spent my time dancing with the ladies for a while, frequently looking around, trying to keep tabs on my son like a jealous high school girl worried her hot boyfriend might cheat on her, while also trying to figure out if one of the women here was the third MILF my son had said he was fucking.
As the evening wound down, I knew I was too tipsy to drive, so I asked Cody, "Are you up for driving us home?"
"Legally?" he asked.
"Yes, legally," I laughed, shaking my head.
"Then no," he said.
Eager to get home and fuck him again, I suggested, "I'll call an Uber."
"Sure," he agreed.
"For one o'clock?"
"Whenever you'd like to leave," he said.
"The sooner the better," I said, briefly and slyly squeezing his cock, "we have some unfinished business, and nothing like the kind that martial artist Beatrix Kiddo had all through the movie 'Kill Bill'."
"We do, do we?" he asked slyly.
"Yes, we do," I said in a sultry tone that made it pretty clear what I was expecting when we got home, wanting to fuck him again right now. Together we'd opened Pandora's box, and with my submissive nature reawakened, I was horny as fuck.
"I see," he said, acting pretty causal about it.
"You're the man of the house now," I reminded him. "So you have some new duties."
"Like fixing the dishwasher," he joked.
"Close; you
will
be working on some plumbing," I riposted.
"Not quite,
you'll
be working on a
pipe
," he countered. "And only one pipe."
"I'm warming up my pipe wrench right now," I said, opening and closing my mouth a few times, this lame repartee turning me on.
"Let me know when it's time to go," he said.
"Soon," I said. "Very soon."
I reached for my phone, booked an Uber, and got a reply saying it would be here in nine minutes.
I wished Janet and a few others who were heading out Merry Christmas yet again, and when the Uber was three minutes away, I locked up, took Cody's hand, and began walking.
He said, as we headed to the elevator, "Best Christmas party ever."
"Your surprise gift was very thoughtful," I said. "Exciting even!"
"I was hoping you'd like it!"
"It was exactly what I needed," I said as the elevator opened. "And if I'd had any idea it was an option, it would have been at the top of my wish list."
We stepped into the elevator, and once the doors had closed us in, I squeezed his cock and said, "And the perfect size, too."
"Suck it. Right now," he ordered.
"You're such bad boy," I mock scolded as I quickly obeyed, fishing his dick out for a quick suck. I had fond memories of sucking and being fucked in this same elevator by his father.
I bobbed for not even two dozen hungry bobs, before I felt the elevator slowing down.
I stood up, still stroking his cock and said, "To be continued."
"Definitely," he agreed.
He put his dick away just as the elevator doors opened. And we were walking out of the office building just as the Uber pulled up.
It looked full.
I pulled out my phone and saw that I'd chosen the Share option, and I'd only booked for one of us.
"Shit," I said.
I walked around to the driver and said, "I think I screwed up."
He offered, "If you can sit on your companion's lap, this can still work."
"Oh, you're a lifesaver!" I gushed, and I returned to my son. "Think you can handle your Mom sitting on your lap again for this ride?"
"It'll be a ride all right," he promised.
"Maybe it will, Cody," I said, as he opened the curbside backseat door for me, and a wicked idea began forming in my head... maybe I could get my son's dick back inside me before we arrived home.
He climbed in and sat down beside a guy and a girl, who looked like a couple in their early twenties.
I followed him inside, sat awkwardly down on my son's lap, and apologized to the good-looking couple, "Hey, sorry about the tight squeeze."
"No problem," the college-aged girl smiled at me.
"Thanks a bunch," I said, as I reached behind myself to close the door, which caused me to grind on my son's hard cock... which in turn caused me to let out a soft moan.
I closed the door, and the driver started driving.
"Hand me the seat belt, honey," I requested.
Cody did, and I leaned against him to my left to find the seatbelt... to wrap around both of us. After a few tries, and even some help from the girl seated in the middle, we concluded it wasn't going to work.
I felt my son's cock sliding into my pussy as I dropped back onto his lap... apparently he was thinking what I was thinking... it was great to have two perverse minds thinking so much alike.
Once again I let out a little moan... well... perhaps a tad more than a little one.
"Sorry, it's hard to get comfortable," I smiled, as I wiggled around a bit to settle the cock in my pussy.
"No problem," the girl said.
"So where are you two going?" I asked, trying to make casual conversation while I continued wriggling around ever so slightly.
"Home," the girl said.
"Makes sense," I said. "Where were you two before this?"
"My company's Christmas party," she answered.
"Us too," I said, this slow, ultra slow fucking quite frustrating, but better than not having a dick inside me at all.
"I may have had a little too much to drink," the girl giggled, clearly a little tipsy... and her cheeks quite red.
"Me too," I said again, as I began slowly grinding on my son's dick. After a pause, I gave Cody a kiss and told him, not caring who else was listening, "You're going to get very lucky when we get home."
He chuckled awkwardly.
"My man is getting seriously fucked tonight," I announced bluntly to all our companions.
"Lucky you," the girl said, looking at me with a perplexed look.
"Oh yeah, I'm one lucky lady," I said, as I kept slyly fucking. "He's less than half my age, so he can fuck all night."
"I don't know about all night," Cody finally spoke up.
"Then we'll just see how long you
can
go," I said, then asked as I leaned back into him, "What's your record number of loads in a day?"
"Jesus," the woman seated in the front passenger seat said, having been facing forward all this time.
"What?" I asked innocently. "I want a man who can reload often, quickly, and shoot bucketloads."
"You're disgusting," the woman sneered. The Uber driver just kept his head directed forward, and his eyes on the road.
The guy sitting across the seat from me said, "Twelve."
"I wasn't asking you, but I'm happy to hear it," I said, as I continued grinding on my son's cock... pretty sure I wouldn't get as many as twelve tonight... but at least two more... and at this rate, perhaps the next one even before leaving this Uber.
"Really?" the girl asked, looking intrigued.
"Yeah," he said. "I've never done twelve with a woman, but I've done twelve."
"Will you people
