On the Road with Mom

How many times had my mother and I had sex in the last two days? I was losing count. Maybe it was too much, maybe it was unrealistic to expect that a person could keep going like that, a man OR a woman, even though last night we definitely had.

For sure I was exhausted, and my cock felt raw with overuse ... but after we'd finished fucking and cuddled up together, naked, in the bed, I started getting hard again. I couldn't help it.

But Mom had put the kibosh on further fun tonight (or rather, this morning) and said I'd just have to sleep with it like that if it didn't go down by itself, she was closing up shop for the night. She fell asleep literally a few seconds after saying that, which tells you how tired she was .... It took me a little longer, and I stayed hard, but eventually I drifted away. And so did my erection.

When I awoke the sun was shining through the hotel curtains and I could hear someone moving around in the bathroom. The clock said 12:27 --- in the AFTERNOON?? --- I had slept for TEN HOURS??? It seemed so.

I looked over at Mom's side of the bed, and both suitcases were there, open and apparently packed. The room was tidied up (my mother was the only person I'd ever met who cleaned her hotel room for the cleaning lady), and there was an empty cup of coffee on the nightstand. She'd been busy.

She came out of the bedroom, holding her spray bottle and a sponge. She was dressed in her standard daytime outfit of dark slacks and light-colored blouse, although I noticed one extra button on the blouse was undone, affording a slightly better view of cleavage. For Mom, that was risqué.

When she saw I was awake she smiled and came over and sat on the bed next to me. For a moment I felt a wave of trepidation that her attitude might have shifted again and she'd want to pretend nothing had happened.

"Good morning, my sleepy knight in shining armor," she said, and leaned down to kiss me.

"Good afternoon," I said, filled with relief. I gestured to the clock. "Sorry I slept so late."

She shrugged. "We're okay. We have a late checkout ... you've got time to take a shower."

"Have you had one already?" I asked, and my imagination started rolling footage on the two of us in the shower together, and of course my cock started to wake up, too.

"Yep, showered and shaved and ready to shove off any time. We should get into Chicago this afternoon, or maybe dinnertime. I'm excited, I haven't been there for twenty years, at least."

I sat up, trying to hide the growing tent at my midsection. "Okay, I'll hop in the shower and we'll get on the road. I'm excited too," I added, although I probably didn't mean what she meant.

Honestly, as far as I was concerned, Chicago could fall into a giant sinkhole and Mom and I could stay in this hotel room for the next three days and just screw our brains out. That would be a perfect vacation, to me. There were SO MANY places just in this room we could have sex: bent over the table, in the chair, on the floor, up against the window, in front of the full-length mirror by the door ... and, of course, in the shower ...

"Are you going to get up and take a shower?" Mom asked, stroking my arm and inadvertently adding to my dilemma.

"Yep, here I go," I said. Pause. "Um, excuse me."

"Oh. Of course." Mom stood up to get out of my way and while her back was turned I scooted out of bed and made a break for the bathroom, but I wasn't quick enough.

"Oh my LORD," she said. "Was it like that all NIGHT?"

I stopped, standing there naked with a giant hardon pointing at her and shrugged my shoulders. "No, I don't think so. It just ... happens."

"Well I guess it DOES," she said, her voice full of reproach but her eyes locked on it.

We stood there silently for a minute, her gazing at my cock and me gazing at the rising and falling globes of flesh under her blouse, and finally I cleared my throat and asked, "Do you, uh ... want to help me with this? In the shower, maybe?"

She looked up at me, then down at IT, then towards the bathroom, and seemed to be leaning heavily in that direction ... but then she shook her head and said, "Nope, we can't. We have to get going. If we're not out of here by one we have to pay for another day."

"Would that be so terrible?" I asked, but I knew her mind was made up. I got some underpants and clothes out of my suitcase and plodded away, full of frustration and wondering how many hours, how many minutes, how many seconds, until I could bury myself in my mother's sweet pussy again.

#

So we loaded up the car, filled the car with gas, stopped quickly at a drive-thru for breakfast/lunch, then got on the interstate. We hadn't gone one mile before my cock started to stir again as I remembered everything we'd done in the car the day before.

Mom insisted on driving today, which meant a blowjob was probably out of the question, but I saw no reason why I couldn't pull my pants down and scoot over next to her and she could give me a little hand. Her breasts bounced and swayed appealingly, practically resting in her lap as she sat there. It made me swoon with desire. My mother was a mammorial marvel, a miracle with massive maternal milkers. I pointed to my crotch and wiggled my eyebrows.

She shook her head. "NO. We're going to be good today. No hanky-panky until we get to Chicago."

"But WHY?" I asked, shifting uncomfortably in my seat, the pressure in my jeans increasing.

"Because I said so, and that's how it's going to be. Period."

"Can I at least take it out and give it some room?" I asked.

Deep breath. "No. Not this time. Keep it in your pants. It'll go away."

"But it hurts," I pleaded.

"Then make it GO DOWN, mister."

"I can't! I'm looking at you, I'm looking at those things, how can I---"

"Then stop looking at me! Look out the window, look at the fields, think of something else!"

I sighed and looked out the window. The field we were driving past was full of cows, and there was a sign just off the road that said GREENWOOD DAIRY, FARM FRESH MILK DAILY, above a painting of a cow with full udders being milked by a silhouetted boy.

"It's not working," I said.

#

A few hours later we stopped at a roadside station to go to the bathroom and get a few snacks. My problem had lessened somewhat, but every time I glanced at my mother's breasts it inevitably started up again. When we pulled into a parking space and Mom turned the car off I made a tasteful suggestion that perhaps we could both slip into the bathroom together and have a little ...

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, good grief, Teddy, knock it off," she said, and went inside.

I followed her in, my groin aching. I grabbed a bag of chips and a candy bar, then went over to the drink machine for a Coke. While I was filling the cup my mother went up to the counter and asked the attendant if they carried any hand lotion in the store.

He gave her a very, very obvious lecherous glance up and down and grinned and said, "I'm not sure, mama. What you need it for? Your hands look very nice. ALL OF YOU looks nice. Those are the biggest titties I've ever seen in my whole life, you know that?"

I set the cup down and walked over to the counter. "Hey," I said quietly. He looked up at me. "You got a filthy mouth, mister. I'd like you to say you're sorry."

He seemed to consider whether or not to push it, but then a couple with two small children walked in, and he gave up. "Okay. Okay. I'm sorry. I didn't know she was with somebody, okay?"

I put my arm around Mom's waist and led her to the door. "Even if she's by herself she deserves some respect. Asshole." We walked out and got in the car.

"Thank you," she said, and gave me a kiss. "That was very gallant. You really ARE my knight in shining armor."

"Yeah," I muttered, fuming, wanting to go back in and punch that guy's lights out. She started the car and we got back on the highway. I kept picturing myself hitting the guy, knocking him down, kicking him, picking him back up and doing it again.

Fucking asshole. Talking to my mom that way. I wanted to kick his ass so bad I could taste it.

"Teddy," my mother said.

"What?"

"Thank you. I mean it."

"You're welcome, Mom. I'm sorry that guy talked like that to you." Images in my head: punching him in the face, splitting his lip open, sending his teeth flying across the floor like little yellow breath mints .....

Suddenly the car turned roughly onto an offramp that led down another road, which we followed for a minute, and then the car swerved off the road onto the gravel shoulder, and crunched swiftly to a stop. I held on, not sure what was happening.

She turned the car off and unhooked her seatbelt. "Teddy."

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Take it out."

I stopped thinking about beating up the guy. "What?"

"Take it out of your pants for me. Please."

Oh. Quickly I unbuttoned and pulled my zipper down. Once again my speedily-growing cock sprang through the opening in my boxers. She licked her lips and said in a low, husky voice, "That seems to be a real problem with your underpants. Maybe we should get you a new brand."

"Maybe NOT," I grunted as she leaned down and took my cock in her mouth.

It was a good mouth, my mother's mouth, it was a small mouth and had to stretch wide to take in my width, and it was a small throat that could only manage about half my length, but it was an enthusiastic mouth with an eager tongue, and a throat willing to try a little more than it could easily accommodate and risk a little gagging, and it was a noisy mouth playing a symphony of slurping and sucking and kissing and murmuring and cooing as the pudgy little fingers gently rubbed and tickled me, and the fingers of my left hand got lost in the dark tangles of her hair while the fingers of my right hand gripped the car door handle for dear life.

I was good at holding my orgasm at bay, I was well-practiced and I'd shown her that, but the way she worked at me and wolfed me down drove me over the moon and it couldn't have been more than a minute or two before I was feeling the pressure quickly building and there was nothing I could do, I started to warn her but the explosion was there already and I gasped and cried out in surprise as it gushed out of me and into her good little mouth.

She did the best she could but again as she tried to catch her breath she coughed, gagging, and my cum sprayed from her lips as my pulsating cock was still shooting squirts of it at her, and soon we were both covered in it, her face and my lap, and she was coughing and gasping while it dripped from her.

What started so perfectly always ended so crazily, I wanted to feel guilty but it felt so fucking GOOD that I couldn't feel anything but giddy appreciativeness, and when she finally raised her head and I saw the gobs of my thick white cum dripping lazily from her cheeks and her nose and her lips and her chin, I couldn't help but laugh in delight at the sensations flooding through me, and for once she laughed too, wiping her face with her fingers and licking her lips and saying, again, "Good LORD, Teddy. Good LORD."

#

After cleaning ourselves off we got back on the road and a couple of hours later we were coming into Chicago. It was an immense city, the largest I'd ever seen, and it seemed to appear out of nowhere somehow, one minute it was boring wasteland and the next minute I was surrounded by exits and junctions and billboards and skyscrapers, I whipped my head back and forth as I gawked at everything around us.

Mom giggled at my amazement, holding my hand lovingly as she threaded the car through the traffic which grew heavier and heavier the further we got into the city, until finally we were so stuck in the unmoving sludge of cars that it seemed possible we might just end up living right here for the rest of our lives.

Mom grew restless as we inched forward a few feet and then stopped for five minutes, again and again, and soon I'd seen everything there was to see in our little spot, even the bored blurry faces of the other drivers around us grew tedious and my attention wandered from the metropolis and lit on the beautiful woman next to me again. She had let go of my hand and was holding tightly onto the steering wheel, even though there was no steering to be done.

"Oh, this is just infuriating," she said, shaking her head. "This is why we don't live in a big city. This right here. It just makes a person lose their m---"

I interrupted her by taking her wonderful little face in my hands and kissing her. She responded instantly, chuckling through our kiss and wrapping her arms around my head and pulling me close. "I love you," she murmured as I kissed my way up to her eyes and down to her throat, "God Teddy I love you baby I love you so much."

Then there was a cacophony of honking behind us and we realized traffic was moving again and we laughed as Mom stepped on the gas. For a few minutes it seemed as though we were out of the worst of it, but then we had to merge onto an even larger road, with even more lanes filled with cars, and we were drifting slowly through the sludge again, an inch at a time.

"We've got to get to the hotel soon," my mother said in a low voice, looking me up and down with a type of hunger not too different than the attendant at the roadside store had looked at her. In her case, it was a welcome hunger, and I felt it too. I felt it in my chest, in my gut, and of course in my lower torso region, which was growing tighter by the second.

Then all of a sudden I stopped caring about that and it dawned on me that I wasn't the only one feeling that pressure, I was just the only one with an organ that made such a public demonstration of it. Surely my mother was feeling the same way as I was. How selfish I was!

I scooted closer to her again and put my left arm around her shoulders, which made her smile and lean her head against me, thinking I was merely cuddling; but with my right hand I quickly showed her I had much more in mind.

My fingers found the little snap fastener of her pants and unsnapped it, then they drew down the little zipper, then they smoothed the folds of her pants away and found the delicate material of her panties and my fingers sank down between her thighs cupping the warm mound of her pussy through the sheer lacy cotton and she sucked in air, gripping the steering wheel tight and spreading her legs for me. She didn't say a word.

Using my middle finger I slowly began applying pressure, sinking my finger into the softness and growing wetness of her panties, and I rubbed my finger deep into the crease I found there, then another finger joined and I started rubbing tiny circles, and the cotton fibers grew warmer, more and more moist as I rubbed my fingers and made my circles, and soon (as we still inched along in traffic) her bottom scooted forward to catch my hand and her thighs clamped together and her breathing grew shallow and she panted and cried out loudly, and louder still, as she was gripped by an orgasm.

I slowed my rubbing as the orgasm ebbed out of her, it took a long time, and then when it all seemed to be finished my fingers went searching again, they found the elastic band of her wet panties and slipped underneath, and my mother gulped in air and said, "Oh!" like she'd just discovered something interesting, and she spread her legs again as my fingers sank down into the tiny threads of her pussy hair and found the slick, inviting folds and caressed them, tracing around them and finally my two fingers found what they were looking for and plunged down, inside her, feeling their way into the warm gelatine folds of her cunt, drowning in her juices.

My fingers played and danced inside her, and her hips bucked and her chest heaved with her intense quick breaths, she squirmed against me and fought to keep control of the car, once nearly crashing into the car in front of us as it stopped suddenly. I thought she was going to tell me to stop but she didn't.

Again the car came to a stop and my fingers pushed into her, then withdrew then plunged in again, and again, and again, fucking her, and she squealed as another climax hit her, she gripped my arm with one hand and dug her fingers into my bicep painfully as it washed over her, again and again, her greedy pussy using my fingers, sucking on them, squeezing them; they didn't mind, they kept on fucking her even as she pushed her thighs shut again around my hand. I made little circles again inside her and she moaned loudly with each wave of her orgasm, her breasts heaving like huge round pistons.

Finally I slowed my motions and stroked my fingers leisurely out of her pussy, just rubbing the mound of her mons pubis and tickling the little damp hairs as the riptide of her climax receded and my mother found herself again.

Slowly, reluctantly, I pulled my hand out of her panties. My fingers were absolutely awash in her juices, the car was filled with the heavy scent of her, and the sound of her breathing, formerly louder than the car's engine, gradually became a quiet breathless panting, and then became the kind of deep breathing she made when she was asleep, but her eyes were open and watching the road even though we were still stopped in traffic.

She looked up at me and opened her mouth to speak, then just abruptly pulled my head down and locked her lips onto mine, kissing me with such force that she almost bit through my lip. She kissed me hard, rough, needily, loud smacking sounds as she chewed on my tongue and my lips, taking fistfuls of my hair, holding me tight against her.

Then just as suddenly she let go of me and returned her attention to the road just as the cars started to move again. This time everything seemed to flow better, and we were pulling up in front of our hotel less than twenty minutes later.

#

I held the suitcases in the lobby while she checked us in, then she darted over to their little gift shop and bought a bottle of hand lotion. I remembered her asking for it at that roadside store earlier today. Were her hands particularly chafed at the moment? MY hands had been doing a lot more work today than hers had, that's for sure (I sniffed my fingers and was pleased to discover that she was still all over them), but on the other hand she had a right to some extra lip balm, if they sold that.

We were on the twenty-first floor, which she'd requested in honor of my birthday. We found our room and she unlocked the door and we went in. It was a very nice, expansive room, two big beds and a couch and a table and chairs and a big spacious bathroom with a walk-in shower. By far the nicest hotel room I'd ever been in in my life.

"What do you think?" she asked as I put the suitcases on one of the beds.

"I think it's amazing."

She smiled. "I paid for a little upgrade for us. You deserve it, after ... after what you did on the way here."

I walked over to her and leaned down to kiss her. Her breasts crushed against me as we came together. I whispered in her ear, "Want me to do it again?"

"Oh baby," she said, unbuttoning her blouse and exposing a line of cleavage as deep as the Mariana Trench, "I want EVERYTHING."

She let the blouse fall away and then put her hands on my chest and gently pushed me. I got the message and moved backwards, and she guided me over to the couch, and then gave me a hard shove so that I fell back onto it.

Then she unsnapped her pants and pulled them off, tossing them aside, forgotten. She put her hand down between her legs and cupped herself there.

"You were very naughty today," she said, looking at me with half-lidded eyes. "We could have gotten in a wreck with you doing that, you know."

I nodded. "Sorry."

"You better be, mister ... or I'll smother you."

With that she moved forward and straddled my legs, settling her heavy bottom on my knees. Looking me right in the eyes, she reached behind her and worked the clasps of her brassiere, pulling off the straps and then the cups, dropping it on the couch beside us and letting me look at her naked breasts, like always as if seeing them for the first time. My mouth fell open and she giggled at my undisguised, awestruck lust.