Chapter 04
Author's Notes:
With hardly a week of their mother-son sexual relationship under their belts it was time for a road trip to pick up the third Lamb, Abigale. Tensions rise as they struggle with the thought of their free-for-all ending, but as Andrew gets his last rocks off with his mother during their time alone, Amber contimplates her next move when her daughter returns.
Been a while since I updated this one. It is always in the back of my mind, I just have to be in the mode to write it. Hope you like the latest installment. Soon we will add more chaos into the mix!
Roadtrip Romp
Frozen on the couch, Amber Lamb had allowed the sun to set around her, nary a light turned on in the house. It was so peculiar, even before the revitalization of the relationship with her son, to be at home alone at this hour. When Andrew acted more like a shut-in, he would, at least, be in his room yelling profanity at his video games. Right then, though? He was on a date... with a girl, his age.
Since the kickstart of her son's sex life by her own means, this had been Amber's goal. But in the week, with the flesh and fluids they had shared together since then, she had grown attached. The green monster of jealousy was, by then, welling within her, even after starting this day weary of her son's endless libido.
Looking at her phone, she checked his location. He was still at the coffee shop, undoubtedly enjoying the company of some pretty girl from his college. What did this girl have on her? Andrew had already admitted that his mom had a much more rocking body than his peers. What if they get together and hook up? What if they become a thing? Would she have to share him with some interloper? Was she enough of a woman for him? These thoughts dwelled in her mind.
After this day, when her weariness had caught up with her and Andrew seemed unsatisfied, she came to doubt she was enough of a woman for him. But something deep down could not just surrender him. She had to keep him close to home; not to be taken away by some other girl. The cogs of her mind ground together, as she planned how she would hold on to him. Her daughter, Abigail, whom they were to pick up in two days played into those. If she could manage both her children in just the right way, perhaps then, she could keep it all within the family and lose either of them.
A deep sigh, a wipe of her face, and the resignation of her elongated breath... who was she kidding? Why would Andrew want to exclusively keep it in the family? Who is to say Abigail would not freak out at the idea if she found out what had been going on?
A few beeps on her phone broke into her chaotic line of thinking. Andrew, by all indications of his GPS location, was on his way home.
Amber's heart beat faster, she shot up from the chair, rushing around the house to turn on the lights. She looked at herself, her body still sticky from their earlier encounter-- a shower, she needed to freshen up.
Through the trickling of water along the porcelain finish of the shower and her flesh, she could hear the door to the garage open, and her beloved son coming home.
"Mom, I'm home," he called out, in a matter-of-fact and flat tone. Amber noted how his voice was an octave off of his normal eagerness. It was an obsessive observation based on no discernible data, but in Amber's mind, it was the truth. This coffee date he had just had, tilted his sexual perception of her.
"Sweetie, I am in the shower." She poked her head out from the curtain, calling out to him like an excited girl. Her heart was racing, she had to regain the initiative, her mind straining with all the possibilities.
When the knock on the bathroom door came, she yelped, catching herself before she slipped.
"Mom?" Andrew poked his head in.
"Hi, hun... you startled me," she gasped, opening the curtain to reveal herself to him.
"You heard me come home, right?" He held his head in the door.
"Mhmmm... come in... hand me a towel." She threw the curtains back all the way. Her wet, naked body glistened under the fluorescent bulbs of the master bath. Her breasts were freely waving, as she stepped out of the shower and let her son observe her. "Hurry... I am cold." She covered her abdomen, but kept her breasts in plain view. Biting her lip, she hoped he would make the first move. But it was unclear where his mind was, given how possessive he was earlier and how passive he was right then.
Accepting the invitation, he walked into the bathroom, still wearing the same clothes he had gone on his date with. Looking at his mother, there was still a twinkle of interest in his eyes, she could breathe a sigh of relief there, at least. But the fact he had not shoved her against the wall to possess her immediately, did play counterproductively in her perception of the situation. He handed her the towel, slowly, looking at her hips that tapered down her thick and smooth legs dripping with water.
"Did you want to hop in the shower? I'll turn it back on for you... maybe join you?" Wrapping the towel around her body, she walked close to him, pressing her body against his, and raising herself by her tippy-toes to meet his lips. A few smacks were exchanged, a bright smile on Amber's face that she was satisfied she had not lost him yet.
"Naw... I am a little tired, honestly." He held the small of her back, ensuring she kept close to him as he rubbed his thumb along the towel above her flesh.
Amber pouted, looking up at him wide-eyed. Despite being forty, she had strikingly doe-ish eyes any girl would envy.
"Tired?" She rubbed her lower half against his, knowing there was a bulge.
"Well... just been a long day is all... and we have to be up early tomorrow to drive to get Abigail?"
"Yeah... I guess we do." Her demeanor soured. Andrew being too inexperienced with women wouldn't notice, simply moving along his own self-gratifying path.
"I think I'll just turn in." He stretched his arms as they separated, walking back towards the bedroom.
Amber's mind raced again, wiping her body down quickly before chasing him into the master, stark naked.
"Just going to bed? Already?"
Andrew, who had already shed his shirt, his thin frame exposed to his mother, looked confused. It was like he was missing a part of a puzzle he didn't know existed.
"Yes...?" He looked at his mother, her pleading eyes, her naked body. "I guess I had thought maybe... I overstepped my welcome earlier. I didn't think you..." He recalled having shoved his mother to the hall floor and fucking her viciously.
"Honey... when I said my body is free for you to use, I meant it."
"Even like that?"
"Sweetie... women love a dominant man, your mother is no exception." She lay on the bed, on her side, facing Andrew as he sat down at the edge.
"Oh well... that's great... it felt sort of good."
"You felt powerful?" She bit her lip.
"Yeah..." He smiled.
"Do it again..." She lay on her back, looking particularly helpless.
"Well... you see, I am tired, though."
Amber frowned. But after closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she relented. "Okay... I understand... I hope your coffee date was good." She sat up, making her way to the door.
"No wait, Mom... it wasn't like that." He sensed her discontent.
"No, it's fine, hun... it really is." She didn't bother to turn her head to look at him, resigned to lying on her side, facing away.
Andrew didn't move for some time after that, his mouth opening and closing to say something to remedy his mother's evident discontent. But in his inexperience with the whims of a woman, and his own weariness, he eventually relented and turned off the lamp at his bedside.
With the room dark, and her son nestling in next to her to sleep, Amber could not have felt more alone.
Eventually, Amber slept, after a long struggle with the waking nightmares of her innermost insecurities, and the obnoxious tossing and turning of her son Andrew; she faded into a restless sleep that was only broken by the morning's streaming light and the absence of her son in bed with her. It was the first morning she was not awoken by an eager and pokey cock from her boy.
Typically, he had so ravenously desired her body in the waking hours that she was nearly used to the stiff and dry feeling of him pressing into her. She had taught him the other day to, at the very least, lube himself with the tube that sat on their nightstand, but sometimes he was too excited to delay fulfilling his base need.
"Andrew?" she murmured, calling to an empty room. A bit of rustling down the hall seemed to indicate he had gone to pack. While warranted, since they should have already been on the road, she was surprised he was being so proactive and not waiting until the last minute and the goading from his mother.
Pulling herself from the bed, still as naked as the night previous, when she shed her clothes for her shower; she sauntered down the hall, striding out with her feminine hips that men the world over would die to hold on to. For a forty-year-old woman, her breasts held their form quite well, as they swished about atop her body as she peeked around the corner into her son's bedroom.
"Good morning." She hid the best bits of herself around the corner in hopes the mystery would entice him.
Andrew was leaning over his dresser, packing a small bag of clothes as he wore a pair of simple-drawstring basketball shorts. He spared his mother a glance, a smile on his face as he saw her bright welcoming smile and long brown hair atop bare shoulders.
"Hey... mom." He paused his rifling through the drawer, holding tightly a shirt as he was lost in her visage.
Stepping out from hiding, she presented herself, with bare legs, a thin waist, a mom pooch, and luscious hips. She hadn't shaved in a day or two, a bit of stubble re-growing along her mound and lips. But Andrew professed to like it that way, so she had waited to trim it back. For an elongated silence, he drank her in, that hungry look reappearing in his eyes like every other morning.
"I was surprised to wake up normally today." Reserved, she kept her distance in the doorway.
"Mom... I am sorry about last night... it's not that I didn't want to, it's just--"
"Andrew, baby... you don't have to apologize. We've been at it for a week, even you are eventually going to tire."
"But... that's not all."
"Not all...?" Her mind raced. "Did the date go well...?"
"No! Mom, it's not that." He shook his head, dropping the shirt and standing up. He quickly came before her, a tent pitched in his shorts to greet her, as it did every morning. It took all of her self-control not to reach out and grab it and stroke him beneath his shorts.
"Oh... then what?"
"I... I do feel bad... for yesterday... for what I did."
"Andrew, didn't I tell you that was fine?"
"No! It's not fine... I pushed you down... held you down... I feel awful about it."
Despite Andrew's deep regret pouring over his face, and his eyes downturn in shame, Amber smiled and cooed as her son felt such regret for his lust the day previous.
"Sweetie..." She cupped his head in her hand, holding him with her palm, as she stroked his cheek with her thumb. "I told you... I like dominant men."
"Yeah, but that..."
"You have no idea how your father used to... use me."
"Dad?"
"Yes... your father had a way of fucking me as he pleased that made me explode."
There was a discomfort in Andrew's eyes. Whether it was the fact she was talking about his father and her having sex, or acknowledging another man had been with her, she was not sure. What she did know, is he needed to hear about it to know she was okay.
"Sometimes... before you and Abigail were born, he would take me places... back corners... alleyways... and... well..." She shrugged her naked shoulders, smiling like a giddy girl. "I didn't always say yes beforehand... but he had a way of... leading."
"And you liked that?"
"I loved it... and he knew that. I was just too shy to admit it."
"But you're admitting it now."
"Only because I want you to cast that guilt away on your face, sweetie." She leaned in, kissing him on the lips. "I want you to freely be yourself with me... always."
"Mom..."
"Yes, hun?"
"I love you."
There was a different way he said those words then, but she was too lustful to care. All the intention she had begun this endeavor with, had evolved into something else.
"I love you, too."
They shared a deep kiss, Andrew holding his mother by her arms, as they danced a wet and passionate dance. When their lips broke apart, Andrew descended, planting kisses along her body, between licks of her smooth skin. He traced her chest, breasts, abdomen, navel, pooch, hips, thighs, and mound, 'til he was kneeling before her altar. It was then, as he looked up at her that he dove into her, sliding his mouth and nose along her motherly cunt, letting her prickly hairs scratch him as his mouth worshipped her.
Amber squealed, lifting her leg to permit him to play with her orally. It was not long before he had slipped a finger, then two, into her passage, pressing it deeply inside, in and out, as he drank her.
"Oh my god, Andrew..." she whined, yelling out through the empty house, as her son pleasured her so eagerly.
"I promise... to make you feel as good..." he professed, his face moist with her fluids, referencing the way his father had given her sexual fulfillment. Nothing could make her shudder with ecstasy more, than seeing him so shiny with her excess as he continued to lap at her. Before long, her leg was resting on his knee, as she tried to hold on to the doorframe for support. She wailed as he continued at her, holding herself against the jamb for dear life as he nearly knocked her off her feet.
Thankfully, her cumming came in time before she would fall. Crying out, her body tensed and heaved as he still ate her like a meal. Her son had a passion behind his lips and tongue she had not felt in a very long time. As her thighs and vagina dripped with the fluids of such, she caught her breath, still weak in the knees as she held the doorframe for support, out of breath, and looking at her son with astonishment.
"Andrew!" she squealed, playfully slapping him on the chest.
"Was... was that bad?"
"No, that was lecherous... and amazing." She could hardly get a word out amidst her exhaustion. "Go sit on the bed now." She pointed to his twin mattress. There was no way she was letting him leave without returning the favor.
It had been several hours since Amber gave her son the blowjob to end all blowjobs, and the silly boy was still smirking as he drove down the road. Amber shook her head as she read her book, her long, thick thighs sticking out from under her short, pleated skirt. The skirt was meeting the intended purpose she had bought it for, keeping her son's eyes on her inner thighs she so eagerly displayed. Even her white panties beneath were shown off, from time to time, as she wanted to warm his mind up to the idea of another bout together.
It was only a matter of a single night and a few hours before they would be restricted from being so open, with Abigail, her daughter, coming home from camp and all. Yet, the pleated skirt was nearly outdone by the tight tank-top she bought purposefully a size too small, squeezing her MILFy body into it, her pudgy hips and big tits nearly falling out at all times. A bra was not even necessary, her nipples poking through the fabric like lush nubs on a cold drink.
"Eyes on the road." She grinned, seeing Andrew lean forward to get the sight of her white panties. Her legs were freely spread open on the car seat for that purpose, but for safety's sake, she put her book over her precious spot.
"Well, then why are you wearing that?"
"For later."
"You're a tease, mom."
"Shhh, don't say the M-word on this trip. We have a whole day of driving and then a hotel. I am just your cougar girlfriend today." She smiled, picking her teeth as she whipped her hair backward. She felt like a young woman again, and this day, she got to pretend to be one.
Andrew seemed to blush at the girlfriend word. A cute gesture that made him look. But rolling down the highway, it was not a good idea to distract the young man from getting them to their resting stop safely.
It had been a few hours, off and on they had talked about past family road trips they had been on, reminiscing about funny things Abigail had done when she was a kid, or sayings his father had said on their road adventures. It was crazy for Andrew to think that his beloved father had such a salacious side to him that he would sex mother in such a way. But with the idea in his head, he couldn't help but imagine the possibilities.
There was one dreaded thought, though.
"So, what happens... you know... when we get Abigail?"
Amber recalled he had asked this before... her answer then had been they would worry about it when they came to it. The thing of it being, here it was just a few short hours and a night 'til they picked her up the next day.
"We'll just have to be careful." Amber brushed off the comment, but Andrew was not to be deterred.
"That's going to be... kind of different for us," he resigned.
Sliding her body down the seat, Amber let her panties peek out from beneath her skirt, with a naughty grin to lift the mood.
While Andrew certainly looked. He still had the question in his eyes.
"Mom... I mean... Amber," he caught himself before Amber could rebuke him for saying the M-word, "we need to figure this out..."
"Are you worried?" Amber acted as if she was not.
"How are you not?"
"I think it will work out." She shifted her body in the seat, her thighs pouring over the leather cushion as she clashed the light fabric over her sex.
"If Abigale finds out--"
"And if she does?" Amber cut him off.
Andrew wasn't sure how to respond to that. He fought with the air to try to pry the words out of it, but never could quite wrap his tongue around the right set of them.
"Abigail is a big girl... she can handle it," Amber smirked, confident she knew her daughter well enough. She only needed to probe if Andrew would be interested in adding another element to their family arrangement.
"Handle me fucking you?" Andrew swerved, Amber yelping as the conversation nearly took them off the road.
"Take a deep breath... I don't want you to feel guilty about this, sweetie..." Her hand crept across the shifter, and with her dainty fingers, she crawled up to his crotch where his python lurked in hiding. Rubbing him all around, she smiled, and cooed at him, seeing if he would relax.
"It's not guilt... I'm just afraid... I don't want us... this... to hurt Abigail."
What a sweet boy, thinking of his sister. Amber for a moment hoped that her daughter would see that same sweetness another way. Rubbing his crotch produced the desired result after a time-- his cock growing. Maybe in the end, the only thing he would hurt her with was his girth. Amber shuddered at the thought, wondering why she had such a fantasy. But the thought had been in her mind since she concocted this scheme. And she was certain her daughter didn't know many boys in her time, none as girthy as her brother.
"Don't worry about that, Andrew... Momma will take care of it." Her tongue flicked as she unzipped his fly. The road passed before them as the cab of their SUV was filled with long breaths. Amber gripped her son's cock tightly within her hand, while looking at him trying to focus on the road.
"Mom, I don't know if this is a good idea," he said, as her sharp tug of his rod made him flinch.
'TRUCK STOP AHEAD' a big blue sign read just in time. Andrew held his breath for the half-mile, until he could find the exit; all the while, his mother yanked at him with a salacious hunger.
"Couldn't take it, huh?" she teased, leaning over as he slowed down and taking him into her mouth for a second time that day. He was still a little tender from earlier, sensitive to the touch, as he slid the vehicle into a spot near the scenic pine tree a distance away from the main rest building. She hadn't really paid attention to where he parked, assuming her son knew the better part of discretion.
"Fuck... Amber..."
The sound of her name in his voice made her jolt, remembering how his father used to use her name in such demeaning ways during times when her blood was boiling over with lust, like this. Just as forceful as his father, he yanked the cock from her mouth and slid out of his side of the truck. Amber was a bit sad to not feel that fullness along her tongue, but she was happy to see him crossing in front of the hood towards the passenger side.
Her door swung open, and Amber yelped playfully, as he tugged her into a position where her ass was accessible out the side of the SUV. Her panties were tugged to one side, and two fingers slipped between her moistening lips to pry the inside of her flesh forcefully.
"Ohhhhh," she whined, looking at a rather frustrated and aggressive son above her.
His hand moved with such rough jabs inside of her, ensuring her passage was well moistened. It was at this time, though, that her eyes caught her surroundings. There was little discretion about where he had parked-- in the center of five big rigs, forming a wall around their own vehicle. It would be one thing if their drivers were off elsewhere, but it was clear, they were still around, some smoking near their cabs, sharing a word with their peers, or keeping a log of their maintenance. Slowly, one by one, they would notice what was going on with the strange couple parked between them.
"Andrew... there are... ahhhh." His hand retreated, and no sooner did his cock find her. She was holding on to the headrest and dash as he was pulling her nearly out of the passenger side, fucking her cunt brutally without shame for their witnesses.
"Oh, shit, son," she heard in the distance, a distinctive twang of interest as their sexual exploits were left in the open.
Like father, like son, indeed.
Andrew finally grabbed her by the arm and pried her from the vehicle, pressing her against the rear passenger door and sliding her panties all the way down to her ankles. Around them, Amber could see the truckers step closer, maybe there was a curiosity if this was consensual, or perhaps, they just wanted to witness. But none of it deterred Andrew, as she looked back at him, his cock only seemed harder.
Panties down, and held against the SUV, Andrew grabbed both of her arms and reentered her. She was very wet, the scene giving her extra arousal, as she was, once again, exposed in her most intimate moment. It had been years since his father put her before a crowd. A venerable feeling that made her even slicker to the cock that invaded her.
"Son, what do you got there?" An older trucker, toothpick in his mouth and a wild mustache, smiled, as he looked at Amber pinned against the vehicle.
"Oh... this? Just a slut," he so confidently replied.
Amber's heart skipped, hearing how denigrating he was to her. Her moaning only got worse as he pressed his crotch against her ass, and she felt him touch her cervix.
"Aye... it's a nice-looking one. I, uh... just can't help but ask, though... does she... want this?" The trucker, while aroused at the sight, as was evidenced by his own bulge, had a valid concern.
Andrew smiled, pulling her arms back, so that instead of being pinned against the vehicle, she was now facing the crowd of five truckers, fucked in midair at the mercy of Andrew's grip on her arms. Her breasts bounced beneath her, only a tight tank-top keeping them contained. Her nipples slowly slipped out, the harder he thrust.
"Tell them... slut... tell them you like this."
Amber could cream then and there, but she wanted to relish it. Despite his lustful thrusts, she managed a smile, looking the crowd of truckers in the eyes, as he fucked her severely.
"Yes... omgsh, yes..." she cried out, bouncing before her son. Of course, they didn't know that.
"Well damn... that's a rare woman then." The truckers jointly chuckled.
"Can we join?" a bold one, dark skin, scratching his scruffy beard, asked.
"NO." Andrew forcefully thrust into Amber with a stern yet possessive look.
Amber added to it by shaking her head, leaning back to kiss Andrew passionately while he fucked her in full view.
"Sorry, but this is my slut... though, I don't mind if you watch." Andrew gripped his mother's throat, sticking his tongue down her mouth as he gently rolled his hips behind her, so his cock tickled the forgotten corners of her cunt.
Some grumbling among the truckers ensued, one or two left, but the others enjoyed watching from a respectful distance. Some even gripped their own manhoods eagerly. Andrew saw this and saw no issue with granting them an even better view. With a rough hand, he pulled his mother's tank-top down her body, breasts flopping out with glee as they still bounced about. Large, luscious nipples dripped in sweat from the humid air around them, as she was given the full length.
"Sweet gods." The mustached man was bold enough to pull out his cock and stroke it.
Andrew allowed it, so long as they didn't touch his beloved mother.
This went on for long moments, Andrew allowing them to see her for what she was, in the middle of the hot parking lot on the side of the freeway. But he was a man of excitement, just like his father, and he couldn't help but up the temperature in due time.
Slipping out of her, he stepped back and crossed his arms. "Take off the rest, slut," he ordered, his mouth grinning as he forced his eager slut-mother to debase herself.
Amber looked so incredibly proud of her son. With a smile and breathless amazement on her face, she nodded and shed what remained of her clothes. In the parking lot of the truck stop, she was standing, buck naked, the truckers looking on, stroking their meat at the fit cougar before them.
Grabbing her hand, Andrew led her to the rear of the SUV, nodding to the truckers to follow. With the flick of a button, he released the tailgate and motioned for his mother to lie down.
"Be a good girl." He smacked her ass hard.
The dick-wagging witnesses were close behind to see the beautiful lady lie on her back and spread her long legs wide. Her cunt opened some, her matured lips surrounding a hot, pink flesh that was glistening with excitement for her son. He had blossomed. From a boy so reluctant to touch a woman, to one openly showing off his mother in a parking lot-- he had become a monster in the making. Amber had no doubt she could convince him to partake with his sister... it was only a matter of roping her into it.
She felt her legs being pulled, her ass hanging over the edge of the gate as he entered her. Wailing, he left her no room to breathe, feeling like she would fall to the concrete in a ball of lewd fluids and shame. But he held her steady, and her arms gripped the rear bench seat as best she could, as he laid into her. Several of the truckers behind him shot off their load as she wailed, she even gave them a look of acknowledgement as they smiled and retreated to their trucks, but a few wanted to stay to see the end of this ordeal. They wanted to revel in envy the deeds this younger man was performing unto this matured woman, who so readily lain herself out before the masses.
"I'm going to give you a load... slut... and you're going to cream for me," he said, while cheesy, had a boost of arrogance and confidence.
Amber could only nod, taking her son's full length over and over.
"Finish her off.... Get 'er done.... Fuck that pussy."
Words of encouragement from the crowd of over half-a-dozen then saw Andrew smile and shoot ropes into his mother. He growled fiercely, tossing back his head, as Amber cried out feeling the ooziness fill her and explode out of her filled basin of motherhood.
"Thatta boy.... Eyyyyyy."
They all cheered.
Andrew retracted, letting his excess spill out of her onto the concrete. "Stay there, slut, and let these fine boys look at you as they finish." He pulled his mother's legs open, as she meant to close them.
The truckers all looked amazed, to have a beautiful woman laid out nude before them, with cum leaking from her.
"No touching, still," he sternly ordered.
The truckers nodded, as they each stroked their cocks and looked intently at Amber.
Blushing, she shifted uneasily, as her cunt was so exposed to so many men. Had they wished to, there was no way Andrew could hold this many men back from gang-raping her. But they seemed honest enough to not go that far.
"Hey, slut... why don't you finish yourself off as they do." He grinned, looking at Amber.
Her eyes were wide, she couldn't believe she had birthed such a lecherous heathen. But she liked it. With a submissive nod, her hand found her hood and began to rub the most precious bits of her vagina. The men all groaned, as they watched her masturbate before them, her moaning returning to levels that were only a shadow of the pleasure singing she made during the fucking.
Her other hand grabbed a luscious nipple, pulling at it and twisting it. She cried out and her head fell back against the truck bed. Her fingers at her opening slipped in, pushing away the sperm her son had laid out there, and fucking her own hole vigorously as she felt her way to her own climax.
"Holy of holy..." One man shot a load so fiercely it nearly hit Amber's foot. Another with a sad dribble of cum leaking from his tiny cock as he finished.
Amber cried out so loud that other curious persons began to look. Too much attention for Andrew's sake. He was worried that the wrong set of eyes would find them before too long.
"Ohhhh! Ohhh!" the slut cried out, jerking her hips with the motion of her fingers before gasping for air amidst an amazing orgasm.
"Good girl," Andrew complimented her, patting her thigh as she rode out her climax.
"Well boys... that's the show." He shrugged his shoulders and watched as the last few sad saps dribbled their sad loads along the asphalt.
Amber soon got up, her clothes in Andrew's hands as he smacked her swiftly on the ass, as they knew they needed to depart.
"Good job, Mom," he mischievously announced.
Amber's eyes went wide, her nude body quickly finding the passenger seat of the truck, just as Andrew slipped into the driver's seat.
Cocks still hanging out, it took a long moment for it to hit their audience.
"Wait, what in the Westorian fuck?"
But it was too late as Andrew shifted the SUV into gear and drove off, his mother still naked and waving to the men from the passenger seat, as they merged back onto the highway.
Still naked, Amber covered her face with her hands and squealed, the vehicle rushing down the left lane of the freeway.
"Omgsh, I can't believe you just did that, Andrew!" She slapped her son's arm, her naked tits jiggling as she did so.
A few cars beside them tooted their horns as they noticed the naked beauty, eager eyes looking at her, as she didn't even pretend to hide.
"Which that?" Andrew coyly asked. There was a lot to unpack there, whether he fucked his mother on full display of strangers, made her masturbate 'til she came, or slapped her on the ass and called her mom.
With a twitching eyebrow, she cutely turned her head to him with an incredulous look of 'you know exactly what I mean'.
"What? It was kind of hot."
"I told you not to say the M-word."
"C'mon... I needed to get it out of my system. You heard them, without them knowing that little tidbit, I was just a lucky guy fucking a beauty. I wanted them to know just how lucky I was..."
"Aww... sweetie..." Amber was conflicted with just how proud she was, or was not, of him for that. While the secrecy of their affair was crucial, it was kind of hot that strangers had seen that side of them. They tore down the road for a time, trying to put as much distance between themselves and the truck stop before slowing down to a normal speed.
Meanwhile, each bump and swerve made Amber's body jiggle, her curves and sacks moving with gravity's pull. More and more fellow motorists noticed her. From the man traveling on business, who stared in amazement for far too long; a group of college kids cheering her nakedness on; and an old lady, who looked incredibly put off-- Amber was the talk of the freeway.
"Andrew... maybe it's time I put some clothes on," she gently suggested, knowing he was the authority in this matter.
Andrew looked over to his mother's lewd form, his hand leaving the wheel for a moment to grab a handful of her tit. Amber gasped as he groped her, blushing as more cars passed to see her so exposed. It was so bad that she felt herself getting aroused again, even as her son's sperm still leaked from her.
"Hmmm, I don't know." Andrew laughed, putting a hand on the innermost part of her upper thigh. Even there, he caught a slick glistening of fluids along his fingers. Surprised by the feeling, he held it up to see, white and clear liquid running down his digits. The mischievous boy, just then reaching the point where he did not feel impeded by his limits, held the finger to her lips. Rolling her eyes, Amber agreeably sucked them clean, demonstrating her oral willingness.
She had certainly created a sexual monster. There was a bit of worry for Abigail, if she did join this party. Who knew how far Andrew would push her.
"C'mon... we don't want to... get caught," she pleaded, girlishly, with her 'boyfriend' for the weekend.
"Fine... but, you are going to wear what I say."
"Yes, sir." Amber perked up with how commanding he was. "There is an exit up ahead, can you stop there so I can find some clothes without dying in a car crash. This way you can watch, too..."
"What makes you think I'll only watch?"
Sure enough, Amber gulped as she saw he was hard again-- such a healthy boy. His vitality was too much for her... though, she would miss being his only source to pound upon.
As he pulled their SUV into the right lane and glided into the exit, Amber held her hand across her chest as they stopped alongside a few other vehicles. Some noticed, and gawked, others were oblivious.
"It looks like there is a gas station over to the lef--"
Andrew already turned to the right; obviously, he knew where he was going.
"Okay then..." Amber twitched her nose, looking at the pure sexual determination of her son. "Andrew... when I told you all those stories about your dad... you didn't have to do that..."
"Huh?" Andrew looked perplexed, as he followed the winding back country road up a hill. "Have to...? I wanted to."
"You wanted... to do that... in public?"
"Yeah." Andrew doubled down in an enthusiastic head nod. "Honestly... I didn't know that was a thing 'til you told me the story... I haven't stopped thinking about it since... I figured the road trip was the best chance to try." He giddily tapped the steering wheel as he looked to see exactly where he wanted to take her. It was a bit past noon, and they were not even halfway there yet. All these sex stops were going to slow them down big time... but at least it was enjoyable.
"Wow... well... I'm just amazed since not a week ago, you were so shy about it."
Andrew blushed, knowing just how evolved he had become in a short period of time. Looking over her squished-together thighs on the seat guarding her naked pussy, he knew exactly what brought him out of it. It unlocked a part of himself he never knew.
"Of course... even your father was not that bold."
"Really?" Andrew turned into what looked like an abandoned gas station and drove around to the back. Boards on the window with graffiti; weeds growing through the concrete-- it had been a while since this place was used.
"Yeah... he was careful, we had you all to think about, and his job. He usually took me to places like this, instead. Not in front of that many strangers..."
"Too much?"
Amber twiddled her fingers as the SUV came to a stop, thinking exactly how she felt about getting fucked in front of over a half-dozen truckers, and then ordered to masturbate as they stroked themselves.
Shyly, she could only shake her head no. It wasn't too much, but it did bring out a girlish insecurity in her, and eviscerated that barrier of shame. Her son may be taking her through her own evolution.
"Good then. Here is your changing stop." Andrew put the SUV in park and stepped out. They were outside, around the back of a shady and abandoned gas station. She shook her head, as she was expecting something a bit more put together.
"I feel like I'll need a shot after being here." The nude woman, her MILF body free to the air, slipped from her seat and stood against the SUV. Cum still drizzled down her leg which made her uncomfortably squirm.
"Can you go in my bag and get the--"
Before she could list off what clothes she wanted to wear, Andrew tossed them to her. It was the too-small, white, spaghetti-strap tank-top from earlier, and a pair of blue bikini bottoms with ties on the sides.
"What, are we going to the beach?" Amber laughed at her son's choice.
"No... but I just don't want to put those thighs away, and at least, I'll still see your nipples."
"You're not going to make it twenty minutes into normalcy with Abigail home." Amber slipped the shirt over her body and pulled it as far down as she could. It only really covered up to mid-abdomen, her stomach pooch, which Andrew so adored, stuck out beneath with her naval winking at him.
Amber looked at him to see if he would let her put on the bikini bottoms, or if he intended to fuck her once more in this secluded spot.
"Yes?" he asked, seeing her expression.
"Nothing... just surprised you are letting me get dressed."
"I'm being patient."
"Good boy." She pulled the bikini bottoms up to her ass and tied them off at the hip. She stood, a marvelous display of a lack of dignity, before him. The tank-top was too small, not only did it not cover her entire breasts, but it also let both the shape and color of her nipples protrude through. The bottoms spoke for themselves, tightly keeping her bits from view, while allowing her other-worldly thighs to flow down from their hems. Slapping her sides, she stood awkwardly waiting for the other shoe to fall.
"So, what now?"
"What?"
"You just going to stare at me? We going to leave? Or..."
"Hmmm... I think or."
"Okay." She smiled brightly, restraining a laugh, as she wondered just what he intended.
"Turn around." He held out his phone, sliding his fingers across it. Amber had been used to him taking intimate pictures over the past week. She figured he needed spank material for when mommy was not as readily accessible with his sister home. Doing so, she faced the SUV, sticking out her ass some to give him a good shot.
She could hear clicks, cocking her hip side to side to give him different angles.
"Lean onto the car," he ordered her, walking closer as she grabbed the passenger-side seat and doubled over at the waist. He was right next to her, caressing her ass and thighs, as he no doubt videoed the lewd act. His hands tickled the fleshy bit between her thighs where her slit rested from its last punishment.
"Heh..." he said, pulling the bikini bottom to the side and looking at her cunt. Amber sighed, feeling the warm air on her exposed labia, as her son played with it and videoed.
"Having fun?" she giggled, as he explored her for the hundredth time. He loved to trace her lips, inner and outer, and shove his digits into her hole to feel the bumpiness of her insides. This time, he, of course, wanted it on video, and momma always obliged.
Andrew answered with a spank and then pulled her bikini bottoms down halfway her thighs. Gripping what she could, she knew what was next. His cock, ready to go again, found her opening and eased in. He had gotten better about not just roughly shoving into her, at least when it was not a rough moment, but she still could not get over his girth.
"Eaaahhhooohhhh..." she moaned, feeling his balls slap her clitoral hood.
Holding her hips, this fucking was on the more tender side. His rougher energies expended from the truck stop and the day before. Smoothly, he pushed in and out, savoring every inch of her inner flesh.
"You're such a gentleman." Her whine accompanied a swift squeeze of her romp as he slid out of her.
"Says the woman being fucked behind the abandoned gas station."
"Well... I can safely say I've been done in rougher parts."
Both laughed as they savored their earlier moments, and both gasped as he slid forward again.
In the warm noon air, they finished each other. Exploring just how far they could take the boundaries provided to them by the world. The shame of a mother and son fucking did not seem to cross their minds in these moments. Only the feeling of joy that it brought. Both knew things would change as Abigail Lamb came home, but both made a silent promise to never let this go.
Andrew came, grunting as he spilled into his mother's womb for a second time that day. His body twerked as he dumped what remained in his balls that he had not already been planted inside of her. She was then truly full... and Andrew wanted it to stay that way. No sooner did he pull out, did he pull her bikini bottoms up again, ensuring nothing escaped as he kept that gooey feeling inside of her.
"Hurry up and get in, we need to make up ground." He slapped his mom's slutty ass stiffly, leaving her feeling the sperm pool in her bikini bottoms.
What a cruel, yet amazing son she had.
With hardly a week of their mother-son sexual relationship under their belts it was time for a road trip to pick up the third Lamb, Abigale. Tensions rise as they struggle with the thought of their free-for-all ending, but as Andrew gets his last rocks off with his mother during their time alone, Amber contimplates her next move when her daughter returns.
Been a while since I updated this one. It is always in the back of my mind, I just have to be in the mode to write it. Hope you like the latest installment. Soon we will add more chaos into the mix!
Roadtrip Romp
Frozen on the couch, Amber Lamb had allowed the sun to set around her, nary a light turned on in the house. It was so peculiar, even before the revitalization of the relationship with her son, to be at home alone at this hour. When Andrew acted more like a shut-in, he would, at least, be in his room yelling profanity at his video games. Right then, though? He was on a date... with a girl, his age.
Since the kickstart of her son's sex life by her own means, this had been Amber's goal. But in the week, with the flesh and fluids they had shared together since then, she had grown attached. The green monster of jealousy was, by then, welling within her, even after starting this day weary of her son's endless libido.
Looking at her phone, she checked his location. He was still at the coffee shop, undoubtedly enjoying the company of some pretty girl from his college. What did this girl have on her? Andrew had already admitted that his mom had a much more rocking body than his peers. What if they get together and hook up? What if they become a thing? Would she have to share him with some interloper? Was she enough of a woman for him? These thoughts dwelled in her mind.
After this day, when her weariness had caught up with her and Andrew seemed unsatisfied, she came to doubt she was enough of a woman for him. But something deep down could not just surrender him. She had to keep him close to home; not to be taken away by some other girl. The cogs of her mind ground together, as she planned how she would hold on to him. Her daughter, Abigail, whom they were to pick up in two days played into those. If she could manage both her children in just the right way, perhaps then, she could keep it all within the family and lose either of them.
A deep sigh, a wipe of her face, and the resignation of her elongated breath... who was she kidding? Why would Andrew want to exclusively keep it in the family? Who is to say Abigail would not freak out at the idea if she found out what had been going on?
A few beeps on her phone broke into her chaotic line of thinking. Andrew, by all indications of his GPS location, was on his way home.
Amber's heart beat faster, she shot up from the chair, rushing around the house to turn on the lights. She looked at herself, her body still sticky from their earlier encounter-- a shower, she needed to freshen up.
Through the trickling of water along the porcelain finish of the shower and her flesh, she could hear the door to the garage open, and her beloved son coming home.
"Mom, I'm home," he called out, in a matter-of-fact and flat tone. Amber noted how his voice was an octave off of his normal eagerness. It was an obsessive observation based on no discernible data, but in Amber's mind, it was the truth. This coffee date he had just had, tilted his sexual perception of her.
"Sweetie, I am in the shower." She poked her head out from the curtain, calling out to him like an excited girl. Her heart was racing, she had to regain the initiative, her mind straining with all the possibilities.
When the knock on the bathroom door came, she yelped, catching herself before she slipped.
"Mom?" Andrew poked his head in.
"Hi, hun... you startled me," she gasped, opening the curtain to reveal herself to him.
"You heard me come home, right?" He held his head in the door.
"Mhmmm... come in... hand me a towel." She threw the curtains back all the way. Her wet, naked body glistened under the fluorescent bulbs of the master bath. Her breasts were freely waving, as she stepped out of the shower and let her son observe her. "Hurry... I am cold." She covered her abdomen, but kept her breasts in plain view. Biting her lip, she hoped he would make the first move. But it was unclear where his mind was, given how possessive he was earlier and how passive he was right then.
Accepting the invitation, he walked into the bathroom, still wearing the same clothes he had gone on his date with. Looking at his mother, there was still a twinkle of interest in his eyes, she could breathe a sigh of relief there, at least. But the fact he had not shoved her against the wall to possess her immediately, did play counterproductively in her perception of the situation. He handed her the towel, slowly, looking at her hips that tapered down her thick and smooth legs dripping with water.
"Did you want to hop in the shower? I'll turn it back on for you... maybe join you?" Wrapping the towel around her body, she walked close to him, pressing her body against his, and raising herself by her tippy-toes to meet his lips. A few smacks were exchanged, a bright smile on Amber's face that she was satisfied she had not lost him yet.
"Naw... I am a little tired, honestly." He held the small of her back, ensuring she kept close to him as he rubbed his thumb along the towel above her flesh.
Amber pouted, looking up at him wide-eyed. Despite being forty, she had strikingly doe-ish eyes any girl would envy.
"Tired?" She rubbed her lower half against his, knowing there was a bulge.
"Well... just been a long day is all... and we have to be up early tomorrow to drive to get Abigail?"
"Yeah... I guess we do." Her demeanor soured. Andrew being too inexperienced with women wouldn't notice, simply moving along his own self-gratifying path.
"I think I'll just turn in." He stretched his arms as they separated, walking back towards the bedroom.
Amber's mind raced again, wiping her body down quickly before chasing him into the master, stark naked.
"Just going to bed? Already?"
Andrew, who had already shed his shirt, his thin frame exposed to his mother, looked confused. It was like he was missing a part of a puzzle he didn't know existed.
"Yes...?" He looked at his mother, her pleading eyes, her naked body. "I guess I had thought maybe... I overstepped my welcome earlier. I didn't think you..." He recalled having shoved his mother to the hall floor and fucking her viciously.
"Honey... when I said my body is free for you to use, I meant it."
"Even like that?"
"Sweetie... women love a dominant man, your mother is no exception." She lay on the bed, on her side, facing Andrew as he sat down at the edge.
"Oh well... that's great... it felt sort of good."
"You felt powerful?" She bit her lip.
"Yeah..." He smiled.
"Do it again..." She lay on her back, looking particularly helpless.
"Well... you see, I am tired, though."
Amber frowned. But after closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she relented. "Okay... I understand... I hope your coffee date was good." She sat up, making her way to the door.
"No wait, Mom... it wasn't like that." He sensed her discontent.
"No, it's fine, hun... it really is." She didn't bother to turn her head to look at him, resigned to lying on her side, facing away.
Andrew didn't move for some time after that, his mouth opening and closing to say something to remedy his mother's evident discontent. But in his inexperience with the whims of a woman, and his own weariness, he eventually relented and turned off the lamp at his bedside.
With the room dark, and her son nestling in next to her to sleep, Amber could not have felt more alone.
Eventually, Amber slept, after a long struggle with the waking nightmares of her innermost insecurities, and the obnoxious tossing and turning of her son Andrew; she faded into a restless sleep that was only broken by the morning's streaming light and the absence of her son in bed with her. It was the first morning she was not awoken by an eager and pokey cock from her boy.
Typically, he had so ravenously desired her body in the waking hours that she was nearly used to the stiff and dry feeling of him pressing into her. She had taught him the other day to, at the very least, lube himself with the tube that sat on their nightstand, but sometimes he was too excited to delay fulfilling his base need.
"Andrew?" she murmured, calling to an empty room. A bit of rustling down the hall seemed to indicate he had gone to pack. While warranted, since they should have already been on the road, she was surprised he was being so proactive and not waiting until the last minute and the goading from his mother.
Pulling herself from the bed, still as naked as the night previous, when she shed her clothes for her shower; she sauntered down the hall, striding out with her feminine hips that men the world over would die to hold on to. For a forty-year-old woman, her breasts held their form quite well, as they swished about atop her body as she peeked around the corner into her son's bedroom.
"Good morning." She hid the best bits of herself around the corner in hopes the mystery would entice him.
Andrew was leaning over his dresser, packing a small bag of clothes as he wore a pair of simple-drawstring basketball shorts. He spared his mother a glance, a smile on his face as he saw her bright welcoming smile and long brown hair atop bare shoulders.
"Hey... mom." He paused his rifling through the drawer, holding tightly a shirt as he was lost in her visage.
Stepping out from hiding, she presented herself, with bare legs, a thin waist, a mom pooch, and luscious hips. She hadn't shaved in a day or two, a bit of stubble re-growing along her mound and lips. But Andrew professed to like it that way, so she had waited to trim it back. For an elongated silence, he drank her in, that hungry look reappearing in his eyes like every other morning.
"I was surprised to wake up normally today." Reserved, she kept her distance in the doorway.
"Mom... I am sorry about last night... it's not that I didn't want to, it's just--"
"Andrew, baby... you don't have to apologize. We've been at it for a week, even you are eventually going to tire."
"But... that's not all."
"Not all...?" Her mind raced. "Did the date go well...?"
"No! Mom, it's not that." He shook his head, dropping the shirt and standing up. He quickly came before her, a tent pitched in his shorts to greet her, as it did every morning. It took all of her self-control not to reach out and grab it and stroke him beneath his shorts.
"Oh... then what?"
"I... I do feel bad... for yesterday... for what I did."
"Andrew, didn't I tell you that was fine?"
"No! It's not fine... I pushed you down... held you down... I feel awful about it."
Despite Andrew's deep regret pouring over his face, and his eyes downturn in shame, Amber smiled and cooed as her son felt such regret for his lust the day previous.
"Sweetie..." She cupped his head in her hand, holding him with her palm, as she stroked his cheek with her thumb. "I told you... I like dominant men."
"Yeah, but that..."
"You have no idea how your father used to... use me."
"Dad?"
"Yes... your father had a way of fucking me as he pleased that made me explode."
There was a discomfort in Andrew's eyes. Whether it was the fact she was talking about his father and her having sex, or acknowledging another man had been with her, she was not sure. What she did know, is he needed to hear about it to know she was okay.
"Sometimes... before you and Abigail were born, he would take me places... back corners... alleyways... and... well..." She shrugged her naked shoulders, smiling like a giddy girl. "I didn't always say yes beforehand... but he had a way of... leading."
"And you liked that?"
"I loved it... and he knew that. I was just too shy to admit it."
"But you're admitting it now."
"Only because I want you to cast that guilt away on your face, sweetie." She leaned in, kissing him on the lips. "I want you to freely be yourself with me... always."
"Mom..."
"Yes, hun?"
"I love you."
There was a different way he said those words then, but she was too lustful to care. All the intention she had begun this endeavor with, had evolved into something else.
"I love you, too."
They shared a deep kiss, Andrew holding his mother by her arms, as they danced a wet and passionate dance. When their lips broke apart, Andrew descended, planting kisses along her body, between licks of her smooth skin. He traced her chest, breasts, abdomen, navel, pooch, hips, thighs, and mound, 'til he was kneeling before her altar. It was then, as he looked up at her that he dove into her, sliding his mouth and nose along her motherly cunt, letting her prickly hairs scratch him as his mouth worshipped her.
Amber squealed, lifting her leg to permit him to play with her orally. It was not long before he had slipped a finger, then two, into her passage, pressing it deeply inside, in and out, as he drank her.
"Oh my god, Andrew..." she whined, yelling out through the empty house, as her son pleasured her so eagerly.
"I promise... to make you feel as good..." he professed, his face moist with her fluids, referencing the way his father had given her sexual fulfillment. Nothing could make her shudder with ecstasy more, than seeing him so shiny with her excess as he continued to lap at her. Before long, her leg was resting on his knee, as she tried to hold on to the doorframe for support. She wailed as he continued at her, holding herself against the jamb for dear life as he nearly knocked her off her feet.
Thankfully, her cumming came in time before she would fall. Crying out, her body tensed and heaved as he still ate her like a meal. Her son had a passion behind his lips and tongue she had not felt in a very long time. As her thighs and vagina dripped with the fluids of such, she caught her breath, still weak in the knees as she held the doorframe for support, out of breath, and looking at her son with astonishment.
"Andrew!" she squealed, playfully slapping him on the chest.
"Was... was that bad?"
"No, that was lecherous... and amazing." She could hardly get a word out amidst her exhaustion. "Go sit on the bed now." She pointed to his twin mattress. There was no way she was letting him leave without returning the favor.
It had been several hours since Amber gave her son the blowjob to end all blowjobs, and the silly boy was still smirking as he drove down the road. Amber shook her head as she read her book, her long, thick thighs sticking out from under her short, pleated skirt. The skirt was meeting the intended purpose she had bought it for, keeping her son's eyes on her inner thighs she so eagerly displayed. Even her white panties beneath were shown off, from time to time, as she wanted to warm his mind up to the idea of another bout together.
It was only a matter of a single night and a few hours before they would be restricted from being so open, with Abigail, her daughter, coming home from camp and all. Yet, the pleated skirt was nearly outdone by the tight tank-top she bought purposefully a size too small, squeezing her MILFy body into it, her pudgy hips and big tits nearly falling out at all times. A bra was not even necessary, her nipples poking through the fabric like lush nubs on a cold drink.
"Eyes on the road." She grinned, seeing Andrew lean forward to get the sight of her white panties. Her legs were freely spread open on the car seat for that purpose, but for safety's sake, she put her book over her precious spot.
"Well, then why are you wearing that?"
"For later."
"You're a tease, mom."
"Shhh, don't say the M-word on this trip. We have a whole day of driving and then a hotel. I am just your cougar girlfriend today." She smiled, picking her teeth as she whipped her hair backward. She felt like a young woman again, and this day, she got to pretend to be one.
Andrew seemed to blush at the girlfriend word. A cute gesture that made him look. But rolling down the highway, it was not a good idea to distract the young man from getting them to their resting stop safely.
It had been a few hours, off and on they had talked about past family road trips they had been on, reminiscing about funny things Abigail had done when she was a kid, or sayings his father had said on their road adventures. It was crazy for Andrew to think that his beloved father had such a salacious side to him that he would sex mother in such a way. But with the idea in his head, he couldn't help but imagine the possibilities.
There was one dreaded thought, though.
"So, what happens... you know... when we get Abigail?"
Amber recalled he had asked this before... her answer then had been they would worry about it when they came to it. The thing of it being, here it was just a few short hours and a night 'til they picked her up the next day.
"We'll just have to be careful." Amber brushed off the comment, but Andrew was not to be deterred.
"That's going to be... kind of different for us," he resigned.
Sliding her body down the seat, Amber let her panties peek out from beneath her skirt, with a naughty grin to lift the mood.
While Andrew certainly looked. He still had the question in his eyes.
"Mom... I mean... Amber," he caught himself before Amber could rebuke him for saying the M-word, "we need to figure this out..."
"Are you worried?" Amber acted as if she was not.
"How are you not?"
"I think it will work out." She shifted her body in the seat, her thighs pouring over the leather cushion as she clashed the light fabric over her sex.
"If Abigale finds out--"
"And if she does?" Amber cut him off.
Andrew wasn't sure how to respond to that. He fought with the air to try to pry the words out of it, but never could quite wrap his tongue around the right set of them.
"Abigail is a big girl... she can handle it," Amber smirked, confident she knew her daughter well enough. She only needed to probe if Andrew would be interested in adding another element to their family arrangement.
"Handle me fucking you?" Andrew swerved, Amber yelping as the conversation nearly took them off the road.
"Take a deep breath... I don't want you to feel guilty about this, sweetie..." Her hand crept across the shifter, and with her dainty fingers, she crawled up to his crotch where his python lurked in hiding. Rubbing him all around, she smiled, and cooed at him, seeing if he would relax.
"It's not guilt... I'm just afraid... I don't want us... this... to hurt Abigail."
What a sweet boy, thinking of his sister. Amber for a moment hoped that her daughter would see that same sweetness another way. Rubbing his crotch produced the desired result after a time-- his cock growing. Maybe in the end, the only thing he would hurt her with was his girth. Amber shuddered at the thought, wondering why she had such a fantasy. But the thought had been in her mind since she concocted this scheme. And she was certain her daughter didn't know many boys in her time, none as girthy as her brother.
"Don't worry about that, Andrew... Momma will take care of it." Her tongue flicked as she unzipped his fly. The road passed before them as the cab of their SUV was filled with long breaths. Amber gripped her son's cock tightly within her hand, while looking at him trying to focus on the road.
"Mom, I don't know if this is a good idea," he said, as her sharp tug of his rod made him flinch.
'TRUCK STOP AHEAD' a big blue sign read just in time. Andrew held his breath for the half-mile, until he could find the exit; all the while, his mother yanked at him with a salacious hunger.
"Couldn't take it, huh?" she teased, leaning over as he slowed down and taking him into her mouth for a second time that day. He was still a little tender from earlier, sensitive to the touch, as he slid the vehicle into a spot near the scenic pine tree a distance away from the main rest building. She hadn't really paid attention to where he parked, assuming her son knew the better part of discretion.
"Fuck... Amber..."
The sound of her name in his voice made her jolt, remembering how his father used to use her name in such demeaning ways during times when her blood was boiling over with lust, like this. Just as forceful as his father, he yanked the cock from her mouth and slid out of his side of the truck. Amber was a bit sad to not feel that fullness along her tongue, but she was happy to see him crossing in front of the hood towards the passenger side.
Her door swung open, and Amber yelped playfully, as he tugged her into a position where her ass was accessible out the side of the SUV. Her panties were tugged to one side, and two fingers slipped between her moistening lips to pry the inside of her flesh forcefully.
"Ohhhhh," she whined, looking at a rather frustrated and aggressive son above her.
His hand moved with such rough jabs inside of her, ensuring her passage was well moistened. It was at this time, though, that her eyes caught her surroundings. There was little discretion about where he had parked-- in the center of five big rigs, forming a wall around their own vehicle. It would be one thing if their drivers were off elsewhere, but it was clear, they were still around, some smoking near their cabs, sharing a word with their peers, or keeping a log of their maintenance. Slowly, one by one, they would notice what was going on with the strange couple parked between them.
"Andrew... there are... ahhhh." His hand retreated, and no sooner did his cock find her. She was holding on to the headrest and dash as he was pulling her nearly out of the passenger side, fucking her cunt brutally without shame for their witnesses.
"Oh, shit, son," she heard in the distance, a distinctive twang of interest as their sexual exploits were left in the open.
Like father, like son, indeed.
Andrew finally grabbed her by the arm and pried her from the vehicle, pressing her against the rear passenger door and sliding her panties all the way down to her ankles. Around them, Amber could see the truckers step closer, maybe there was a curiosity if this was consensual, or perhaps, they just wanted to witness. But none of it deterred Andrew, as she looked back at him, his cock only seemed harder.
Panties down, and held against the SUV, Andrew grabbed both of her arms and reentered her. She was very wet, the scene giving her extra arousal, as she was, once again, exposed in her most intimate moment. It had been years since his father put her before a crowd. A venerable feeling that made her even slicker to the cock that invaded her.
"Son, what do you got there?" An older trucker, toothpick in his mouth and a wild mustache, smiled, as he looked at Amber pinned against the vehicle.
"Oh... this? Just a slut," he so confidently replied.
Amber's heart skipped, hearing how denigrating he was to her. Her moaning only got worse as he pressed his crotch against her ass, and she felt him touch her cervix.
"Aye... it's a nice-looking one. I, uh... just can't help but ask, though... does she... want this?" The trucker, while aroused at the sight, as was evidenced by his own bulge, had a valid concern.
Andrew smiled, pulling her arms back, so that instead of being pinned against the vehicle, she was now facing the crowd of five truckers, fucked in midair at the mercy of Andrew's grip on her arms. Her breasts bounced beneath her, only a tight tank-top keeping them contained. Her nipples slowly slipped out, the harder he thrust.
"Tell them... slut... tell them you like this."
Amber could cream then and there, but she wanted to relish it. Despite his lustful thrusts, she managed a smile, looking the crowd of truckers in the eyes, as he fucked her severely.
"Yes... omgsh, yes..." she cried out, bouncing before her son. Of course, they didn't know that.
"Well damn... that's a rare woman then." The truckers jointly chuckled.
"Can we join?" a bold one, dark skin, scratching his scruffy beard, asked.
"NO." Andrew forcefully thrust into Amber with a stern yet possessive look.
Amber added to it by shaking her head, leaning back to kiss Andrew passionately while he fucked her in full view.
"Sorry, but this is my slut... though, I don't mind if you watch." Andrew gripped his mother's throat, sticking his tongue down her mouth as he gently rolled his hips behind her, so his cock tickled the forgotten corners of her cunt.
Some grumbling among the truckers ensued, one or two left, but the others enjoyed watching from a respectful distance. Some even gripped their own manhoods eagerly. Andrew saw this and saw no issue with granting them an even better view. With a rough hand, he pulled his mother's tank-top down her body, breasts flopping out with glee as they still bounced about. Large, luscious nipples dripped in sweat from the humid air around them, as she was given the full length.
"Sweet gods." The mustached man was bold enough to pull out his cock and stroke it.
Andrew allowed it, so long as they didn't touch his beloved mother.
This went on for long moments, Andrew allowing them to see her for what she was, in the middle of the hot parking lot on the side of the freeway. But he was a man of excitement, just like his father, and he couldn't help but up the temperature in due time.
Slipping out of her, he stepped back and crossed his arms. "Take off the rest, slut," he ordered, his mouth grinning as he forced his eager slut-mother to debase herself.
Amber looked so incredibly proud of her son. With a smile and breathless amazement on her face, she nodded and shed what remained of her clothes. In the parking lot of the truck stop, she was standing, buck naked, the truckers looking on, stroking their meat at the fit cougar before them.
Grabbing her hand, Andrew led her to the rear of the SUV, nodding to the truckers to follow. With the flick of a button, he released the tailgate and motioned for his mother to lie down.
"Be a good girl." He smacked her ass hard.
The dick-wagging witnesses were close behind to see the beautiful lady lie on her back and spread her long legs wide. Her cunt opened some, her matured lips surrounding a hot, pink flesh that was glistening with excitement for her son. He had blossomed. From a boy so reluctant to touch a woman, to one openly showing off his mother in a parking lot-- he had become a monster in the making. Amber had no doubt she could convince him to partake with his sister... it was only a matter of roping her into it.
She felt her legs being pulled, her ass hanging over the edge of the gate as he entered her. Wailing, he left her no room to breathe, feeling like she would fall to the concrete in a ball of lewd fluids and shame. But he held her steady, and her arms gripped the rear bench seat as best she could, as he laid into her. Several of the truckers behind him shot off their load as she wailed, she even gave them a look of acknowledgement as they smiled and retreated to their trucks, but a few wanted to stay to see the end of this ordeal. They wanted to revel in envy the deeds this younger man was performing unto this matured woman, who so readily lain herself out before the masses.
"I'm going to give you a load... slut... and you're going to cream for me," he said, while cheesy, had a boost of arrogance and confidence.
Amber could only nod, taking her son's full length over and over.
"Finish her off.... Get 'er done.... Fuck that pussy."
Words of encouragement from the crowd of over half-a-dozen then saw Andrew smile and shoot ropes into his mother. He growled fiercely, tossing back his head, as Amber cried out feeling the ooziness fill her and explode out of her filled basin of motherhood.
"Thatta boy.... Eyyyyyy."
They all cheered.
Andrew retracted, letting his excess spill out of her onto the concrete. "Stay there, slut, and let these fine boys look at you as they finish." He pulled his mother's legs open, as she meant to close them.
The truckers all looked amazed, to have a beautiful woman laid out nude before them, with cum leaking from her.
"No touching, still," he sternly ordered.
The truckers nodded, as they each stroked their cocks and looked intently at Amber.
Blushing, she shifted uneasily, as her cunt was so exposed to so many men. Had they wished to, there was no way Andrew could hold this many men back from gang-raping her. But they seemed honest enough to not go that far.
"Hey, slut... why don't you finish yourself off as they do." He grinned, looking at Amber.
Her eyes were wide, she couldn't believe she had birthed such a lecherous heathen. But she liked it. With a submissive nod, her hand found her hood and began to rub the most precious bits of her vagina. The men all groaned, as they watched her masturbate before them, her moaning returning to levels that were only a shadow of the pleasure singing she made during the fucking.
Her other hand grabbed a luscious nipple, pulling at it and twisting it. She cried out and her head fell back against the truck bed. Her fingers at her opening slipped in, pushing away the sperm her son had laid out there, and fucking her own hole vigorously as she felt her way to her own climax.
"Holy of holy..." One man shot a load so fiercely it nearly hit Amber's foot. Another with a sad dribble of cum leaking from his tiny cock as he finished.
Amber cried out so loud that other curious persons began to look. Too much attention for Andrew's sake. He was worried that the wrong set of eyes would find them before too long.
"Ohhhh! Ohhh!" the slut cried out, jerking her hips with the motion of her fingers before gasping for air amidst an amazing orgasm.
"Good girl," Andrew complimented her, patting her thigh as she rode out her climax.
"Well boys... that's the show." He shrugged his shoulders and watched as the last few sad saps dribbled their sad loads along the asphalt.
Amber soon got up, her clothes in Andrew's hands as he smacked her swiftly on the ass, as they knew they needed to depart.
"Good job, Mom," he mischievously announced.
Amber's eyes went wide, her nude body quickly finding the passenger seat of the truck, just as Andrew slipped into the driver's seat.
Cocks still hanging out, it took a long moment for it to hit their audience.
"Wait, what in the Westorian fuck?"
But it was too late as Andrew shifted the SUV into gear and drove off, his mother still naked and waving to the men from the passenger seat, as they merged back onto the highway.
Still naked, Amber covered her face with her hands and squealed, the vehicle rushing down the left lane of the freeway.
"Omgsh, I can't believe you just did that, Andrew!" She slapped her son's arm, her naked tits jiggling as she did so.
A few cars beside them tooted their horns as they noticed the naked beauty, eager eyes looking at her, as she didn't even pretend to hide.
"Which that?" Andrew coyly asked. There was a lot to unpack there, whether he fucked his mother on full display of strangers, made her masturbate 'til she came, or slapped her on the ass and called her mom.
With a twitching eyebrow, she cutely turned her head to him with an incredulous look of 'you know exactly what I mean'.
"What? It was kind of hot."
"I told you not to say the M-word."
"C'mon... I needed to get it out of my system. You heard them, without them knowing that little tidbit, I was just a lucky guy fucking a beauty. I wanted them to know just how lucky I was..."
"Aww... sweetie..." Amber was conflicted with just how proud she was, or was not, of him for that. While the secrecy of their affair was crucial, it was kind of hot that strangers had seen that side of them. They tore down the road for a time, trying to put as much distance between themselves and the truck stop before slowing down to a normal speed.
Meanwhile, each bump and swerve made Amber's body jiggle, her curves and sacks moving with gravity's pull. More and more fellow motorists noticed her. From the man traveling on business, who stared in amazement for far too long; a group of college kids cheering her nakedness on; and an old lady, who looked incredibly put off-- Amber was the talk of the freeway.
"Andrew... maybe it's time I put some clothes on," she gently suggested, knowing he was the authority in this matter.
Andrew looked over to his mother's lewd form, his hand leaving the wheel for a moment to grab a handful of her tit. Amber gasped as he groped her, blushing as more cars passed to see her so exposed. It was so bad that she felt herself getting aroused again, even as her son's sperm still leaked from her.
"Hmmm, I don't know." Andrew laughed, putting a hand on the innermost part of her upper thigh. Even there, he caught a slick glistening of fluids along his fingers. Surprised by the feeling, he held it up to see, white and clear liquid running down his digits. The mischievous boy, just then reaching the point where he did not feel impeded by his limits, held the finger to her lips. Rolling her eyes, Amber agreeably sucked them clean, demonstrating her oral willingness.
She had certainly created a sexual monster. There was a bit of worry for Abigail, if she did join this party. Who knew how far Andrew would push her.
"C'mon... we don't want to... get caught," she pleaded, girlishly, with her 'boyfriend' for the weekend.
"Fine... but, you are going to wear what I say."
"Yes, sir." Amber perked up with how commanding he was. "There is an exit up ahead, can you stop there so I can find some clothes without dying in a car crash. This way you can watch, too..."
"What makes you think I'll only watch?"
Sure enough, Amber gulped as she saw he was hard again-- such a healthy boy. His vitality was too much for her... though, she would miss being his only source to pound upon.
As he pulled their SUV into the right lane and glided into the exit, Amber held her hand across her chest as they stopped alongside a few other vehicles. Some noticed, and gawked, others were oblivious.
"It looks like there is a gas station over to the lef--"
Andrew already turned to the right; obviously, he knew where he was going.
"Okay then..." Amber twitched her nose, looking at the pure sexual determination of her son. "Andrew... when I told you all those stories about your dad... you didn't have to do that..."
"Huh?" Andrew looked perplexed, as he followed the winding back country road up a hill. "Have to...? I wanted to."
"You wanted... to do that... in public?"
"Yeah." Andrew doubled down in an enthusiastic head nod. "Honestly... I didn't know that was a thing 'til you told me the story... I haven't stopped thinking about it since... I figured the road trip was the best chance to try." He giddily tapped the steering wheel as he looked to see exactly where he wanted to take her. It was a bit past noon, and they were not even halfway there yet. All these sex stops were going to slow them down big time... but at least it was enjoyable.
"Wow... well... I'm just amazed since not a week ago, you were so shy about it."
Andrew blushed, knowing just how evolved he had become in a short period of time. Looking over her squished-together thighs on the seat guarding her naked pussy, he knew exactly what brought him out of it. It unlocked a part of himself he never knew.
"Of course... even your father was not that bold."
"Really?" Andrew turned into what looked like an abandoned gas station and drove around to the back. Boards on the window with graffiti; weeds growing through the concrete-- it had been a while since this place was used.
"Yeah... he was careful, we had you all to think about, and his job. He usually took me to places like this, instead. Not in front of that many strangers..."
"Too much?"
Amber twiddled her fingers as the SUV came to a stop, thinking exactly how she felt about getting fucked in front of over a half-dozen truckers, and then ordered to masturbate as they stroked themselves.
Shyly, she could only shake her head no. It wasn't too much, but it did bring out a girlish insecurity in her, and eviscerated that barrier of shame. Her son may be taking her through her own evolution.
"Good then. Here is your changing stop." Andrew put the SUV in park and stepped out. They were outside, around the back of a shady and abandoned gas station. She shook her head, as she was expecting something a bit more put together.
"I feel like I'll need a shot after being here." The nude woman, her MILF body free to the air, slipped from her seat and stood against the SUV. Cum still drizzled down her leg which made her uncomfortably squirm.
"Can you go in my bag and get the--"
Before she could list off what clothes she wanted to wear, Andrew tossed them to her. It was the too-small, white, spaghetti-strap tank-top from earlier, and a pair of blue bikini bottoms with ties on the sides.
"What, are we going to the beach?" Amber laughed at her son's choice.
"No... but I just don't want to put those thighs away, and at least, I'll still see your nipples."
"You're not going to make it twenty minutes into normalcy with Abigail home." Amber slipped the shirt over her body and pulled it as far down as she could. It only really covered up to mid-abdomen, her stomach pooch, which Andrew so adored, stuck out beneath with her naval winking at him.
Amber looked at him to see if he would let her put on the bikini bottoms, or if he intended to fuck her once more in this secluded spot.
"Yes?" he asked, seeing her expression.
"Nothing... just surprised you are letting me get dressed."
"I'm being patient."
"Good boy." She pulled the bikini bottoms up to her ass and tied them off at the hip. She stood, a marvelous display of a lack of dignity, before him. The tank-top was too small, not only did it not cover her entire breasts, but it also let both the shape and color of her nipples protrude through. The bottoms spoke for themselves, tightly keeping her bits from view, while allowing her other-worldly thighs to flow down from their hems. Slapping her sides, she stood awkwardly waiting for the other shoe to fall.
"So, what now?"
"What?"
"You just going to stare at me? We going to leave? Or..."
"Hmmm... I think or."
"Okay." She smiled brightly, restraining a laugh, as she wondered just what he intended.
"Turn around." He held out his phone, sliding his fingers across it. Amber had been used to him taking intimate pictures over the past week. She figured he needed spank material for when mommy was not as readily accessible with his sister home. Doing so, she faced the SUV, sticking out her ass some to give him a good shot.
She could hear clicks, cocking her hip side to side to give him different angles.
"Lean onto the car," he ordered her, walking closer as she grabbed the passenger-side seat and doubled over at the waist. He was right next to her, caressing her ass and thighs, as he no doubt videoed the lewd act. His hands tickled the fleshy bit between her thighs where her slit rested from its last punishment.
"Heh..." he said, pulling the bikini bottom to the side and looking at her cunt. Amber sighed, feeling the warm air on her exposed labia, as her son played with it and videoed.
"Having fun?" she giggled, as he explored her for the hundredth time. He loved to trace her lips, inner and outer, and shove his digits into her hole to feel the bumpiness of her insides. This time, he, of course, wanted it on video, and momma always obliged.
Andrew answered with a spank and then pulled her bikini bottoms down halfway her thighs. Gripping what she could, she knew what was next. His cock, ready to go again, found her opening and eased in. He had gotten better about not just roughly shoving into her, at least when it was not a rough moment, but she still could not get over his girth.
"Eaaahhhooohhhh..." she moaned, feeling his balls slap her clitoral hood.
Holding her hips, this fucking was on the more tender side. His rougher energies expended from the truck stop and the day before. Smoothly, he pushed in and out, savoring every inch of her inner flesh.
"You're such a gentleman." Her whine accompanied a swift squeeze of her romp as he slid out of her.
"Says the woman being fucked behind the abandoned gas station."
"Well... I can safely say I've been done in rougher parts."
Both laughed as they savored their earlier moments, and both gasped as he slid forward again.
In the warm noon air, they finished each other. Exploring just how far they could take the boundaries provided to them by the world. The shame of a mother and son fucking did not seem to cross their minds in these moments. Only the feeling of joy that it brought. Both knew things would change as Abigail Lamb came home, but both made a silent promise to never let this go.
Andrew came, grunting as he spilled into his mother's womb for a second time that day. His body twerked as he dumped what remained in his balls that he had not already been planted inside of her. She was then truly full... and Andrew wanted it to stay that way. No sooner did he pull out, did he pull her bikini bottoms up again, ensuring nothing escaped as he kept that gooey feeling inside of her.
"Hurry up and get in, we need to make up ground." He slapped his mom's slutty ass stiffly, leaving her feeling the sperm pool in her bikini bottoms.
What a cruel, yet amazing son she had.
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