Incest/Taboo Miracle Cream

"Certainly, just follow the hallway down to the end, and the guest bathroom is on your left," Zack said, pointing out how to find it.

"Oh, dear, I forgot to put a new roll in there," Alice spoke, quickly getting to her feet, thinking Cory had to do a number two. As she inched open the door, her eyes flew wide at the reflection in the bathroom mirror over the sink as she noted how Cory's cock was in his hand as he relieved himself. Quickly closing the door so Cory wouldn't know that she had accidentally spied on him and hurried back down the hall to rejoin her husband.

"Honey, is something wrong? Why your face is flushed?" Zack inquired as Alice sat down beside him.

"No, nothing's wrong, just..." Clearing her throat as she slyly eyed Dayana, Alice knew he wasn't hard yet; still, she couldn't believe Dayana could handle something like that, "I just know how blessed Dayana is when evening comes," Alice muttered into her glass; seeing how Dayana was wearing a knowing smile as she took one of the last few bites of her pie.

"Sorry about that. I thought I could hold it until I got home," Cory stated as he returned to the room.

"Don't worry about it, as long as you didn't blow it up," Zack teased, slyly eyeing his wife, wondering why she couldn't look Cory in the eye and why her face was so red for, it was perplexing to him.

"Nah, I only do that on the third date," Cory joked, getting a chuckle out of Zack.

"So... umm, Cory, what are your plans for the summer?" Alice asked into her plate.

"Well, Dayana thought since my spring break was ruined due to, you know," gesturing to his chest, "that we'd go up to the lake that her uncle has a cabin at and spend a few days there to make up for what happened then. Other than that, I will most likely be working all the hours I can when I can before college starts," Cory said truthfully.

"Oh? Well, I do hope the two of you have fun. Hopefully, this trip won't turn out like the last one."

"Agreed, no more heroics for me," Cory nodded.

"But Cory..." Cory felt his cock responding to that sinful, sensuous tone of his sister's as she leaned into him, "are you saying you won't defend me like you did that night?" Dayana purred; her breath was hot in his ear, and her lips titillated the fine hairs that covered it as they brushed along them. She loved how she could make that face of his all red just by her light teasing.

"No comment," Cory muttered into his glass. Not enjoying the giggle that got out of his sister.

"So, are the two of you going to get away for the summer?" Dayana asked, her hand rubbing up and down Cory's thigh, noting how his fork trembled as she waited for him to finish his slice of pie.

"Well, we were planning on going to the Mustang car show down in Myrtle Beach the second week of July just to see if our little pony has the chops to stand against all those others, maybe enjoy the surf down there for a few days afterwards, then come home and back to work before September," Zack informed them.

"Never heard of it," Cory admitted.

"Yeah, unless you're in the circuit like we are, you most likely wouldn't have. It's strictly for Mustangs, doesn't matter the age... well the cut-off is the 2000 models. So you'd see a lot of Mustangs throughout the ages there, some nice people, decent food."

"Hmm..." Dayana hummed, tilting her head back as she tapped her chin. "I wonder if they would think of it as cheating if you had your hot girlfriend showing off the car in nothing but a bikini," she said, grinning lustfully at Cory as he sputtered into his glass, earning him a chuckle from the two across from them.

"You might want to look out for this one; she seems feisty, Cory," Zack mused with a knowing grin, earning him a slap on the chest from his wife. "But it's a good way to test out your car if you plan on entering it in the car show in September, so you'll have time to change or fix whatever on it before then if that's what you're interested in. If not, it's still good fun; plus, who doesn't like cruising around the beach in a Mustang and a hot woman beside you?" he asked, smirking at his wife, who blushed madly at him.

"True," Cory agreed, seeing the shimmering of his sister's eyes as she gazed at him.

"Think about it Cory, just you and me, on the road, just cruising along, seeing the envy of the men as we fly past them, and when they see me on your arm," Dayana cooed, her eyes glinted as her hand squeezed his cock beneath the table, telling him what awaited for him once they got home. "I'm sure you can take a day or two off for it."

"Don't you work?" Zack asked, peering at Dayana.

"No, my parents told me as long as I went to college, I didn't have to; unless I wanted to, then yes, I would have. They didn't want my studies hurt if I was being pulled in too many directions," Dayana said truthfully.

"And yours don't mind you working?" Alice asked with a pointed look.

"Oh, they huffed and puffed when I told them I got a part-time job, but they couldn't stop me; plus, I was planning on being gone the moment I graduated, so I would have needed the money to get me across the country. But..." Shrugging, seeing them nodding in understanding.

"So, what's the next big thing you plan on doing to your car?" Zack asked, intrigued.

"Thinking new rims, but I know the ones I looked at were expensive for just one of them, doubly so for a full set, so it might take a while to save up the money for them," Cory said, setting down his now empty glass.

"Yeah, they can be," Zack nodded. "Is there something wrong with the ones that are on it now?"

"No, but they just don't make the car pop, you know?" Cory replied with a cocky grin.

"Look at him, hasn't had the car for that long, and it's already pulled him under," Zack joked as he whispered to his wife. His eyes glanced over as he heard the sound of a chime going off, seeing how Cory pulled out his phone and how his eyes moved across the message before he responded.

"I hate to cut this short, but it seems we must be heading off," Cory stated as he pocketed his phone.

"You're parents?" Alice inquired, to which Cory nodded.

"Don't know why they're bothering; it's just graduation, not like I have to be there," Cory sighed; he was having a great time with the two of them.

"No, it is getting late, and you are still in school, even for twenty-four hours; I'd be worried too if you were my son," Zack said in a fatherly tone, a little sad that he couldn't give that to his wife. "We have to do this again, maybe a cookout so we can really ogle our cars in the sunlight," he said with a friendly smile on his face, getting a laugh out of Cory while Dayana hugged Alice goodbye, and getting a kiss on the cheek from Dayana.

"As long as Alice manning the grill," Cory teased.

"Way to wound me, man, so hurtful," Zack sniffed. "You two be safe going home," he called after them as he pulled Alice into him, waving back at them when they both turned and waved as they walked hand in hand towards Cory's car.

"Okay, spill, what had you so flustered?" Zack asked as they shut the door, muffling the sound of Cory's engine turning over.

"He has a huge cock; I didn't mean to see it; I don't think he saw me. Was going to just open the door and inch to tell him where the toilet paper was if he needed it, that's when I saw it, and he wasn't even hard, and it was already this long," Alice said, feeling her body heating as she displayed the length she saw to her husband.

"Really?" Zack asked, not believing a word of it.

"Babe, you know I don't lie about what a cock looks like," Alice intoned.

"Alright, that's true you don't, but who knew?"

"Dayana does," Alice said breathlessly as she sank into her husband's warmth as they hugged one another. "Now, come, help me clean the table."

Dayana reached over and lowered the radio's volume as the red light of the stop light shone along the hood of Cory's car. "You know she saw your cock, right?" Dayana uttered, seeing the confusion in her brother's eyes that told her he did not. So she knew it wasn't intentional.

"Do what?"

"When you went to use the bathroom, I don't know how, but she came back rather flustered. Did I make you excited, Cory?" Dayana asked in a sinful tone as the pads of her fingers danced up his thigh. Smirking triumphantly in her seat as she watched how Cory shifted in his own that told her that was so.

"Okay, so why did you bring it up?" Cory asked, slowly pulling away once the light turned green.

"No reason, just thought you wanted to know why Alice was acting like that when you came back. You did enjoy our dinner date, didn't you?" Dayana asked in a loving tone, teasing her man all through the drive so he'd be eager to slip it into her hot pussy.

"Yeah, they're nice," Cory nodded.

"What do you think of going down with them in July?"

"I don't know, sis, not like I have a whole lot of money to spend on a motel room, gas, food, and whatever else we might do down there," Cory said with a wave of his hand.

"You know I can help with the cost Cory. We are in this together, aren't we?" Dayana asked in a soft tone, her eyes watching how the street lights played along her brother's face as they drove towards home. "If we're going to be together for a long time, you're going to have to share the load. You can't shoulder it all on your own, you know?"

"Sis, think about it, you might change your mind in a month, a year, two, four, and you might want to get..." Cory felt a chill creeping up his spine as Dayana invaded his personal space in a flash.

"I told you, Cory, over a month ago when we became a couple. I am not leaving you or this," feeling him tense up as she cupped his manhood, "ever. We are going to be together for a long time. I don't care what other people think. I don't care if they disapprove. The only, only thing that matters to me is you, now, yes, our money is tight at the moment, and we can't do a lot of the things I want us to experience with one another. Yet we have time; our life together is just beginning. I'm not saying it will be easy when we're both just poor college students. Nevertheless, if we work together, we can do this; I know we can. If you can face down three grown men, face your own death all to protect Zoe and me, I know we can overcome anything in our way, as long as we talk to one another," Dayana said in a loving voice before placing a kiss on Cory's right cheek. "Now, what's this business about you moving away?"

"Umm... I will have to get a job, Dayana; there might not be one here, so..." Rolling his hand, allowing the rest to be left unsaid.

"I see," Dayana mused as she chewed her lip. "Give me access to your account," she said out of the blue.

"Huh?"

"Give me access to your account," Dayana repeated.

"Why?"

"So I can put what I've learned so far into action. I know I can increase what you have, so money might not be as tight as it has been for us. I know working at Hardee's can't pay a whole lot. So why not use what I already know to give us a kick start, hmm?"

"You sure? This is my life's savings I'm risking here," Cory warned. He had lied when he said he was tapped out, yet he wasn't about to tell anyone he had about thirteen hundred sitting in his bank account since he really didn't spend much of his money other than on gas and items for his car.

"I promise you if I lose it all, I'll give you my ass, and you can fuck the shit out of me, and I won't complain. I mean all of your cock, not just part of it," Dayana stated, knowing if he did, it would destroy her.

"You serious?!"

"Very," Dayana nodded sternly. "I want us not to have to worry about money. I don't want that one thing tearing at our relationship. But if I can quadrable it or greater, I want a reward," she said, feeling her pussy heating at the thoughts playing out in her mind along with the vibration of the car that flowed up through the seat.

"Oh? And what's this reward?"

"That if I can make ten thousand dollars by the week before the event in July, you and I take a long vacation, just the two of us down there and no one else. So I'll have your undivided attention, and I want to have my pussy eaten every hour on the hour if I want it during our stay," Dayana said, feeling her nipples hardening at the thought of spending all those seconds, minutes, and hours alone with the man that would risk everything for her.

"Alright, but I don't know how my boss is going to take all this time off I'll be asking for," Cory muttered, rubbing the back of his head as the blinker ticked away as they waited to turn onto their street.

"If she fires you because of it, I'll make sure we're solvent until you get another one if you want, or we can just play the stock market while we both are in school," Dayana said with determination to make their relationship work. She knew playing the stock market was risky, that she could lose every cent of his money; she just hoped fate would be kind to her and Cory. After all, hadn't Cory gone through enough not to earn a little reward out of life? "Now, you come up once you wipe the car down and let it cool off a bit," she uttered as she leaned over and passionately kissed her man. "I'll be in your room waiting for you," Dayana cooed as she slid out of the passenger seat. Smiling at Zoe as she came bounding out of the house with a bag in her hand as Cory popped his trunk.

"This is Cassy's bag; you didn't get home before she left, so she left it here for when you did," Zoe said, watching how Cory pulled out one of the terry cloth towels he kept in the trunk of his car to wipe the pollen and dirt off of it before he put his car cover on. She knew he went the extra mile so his paint job wouldn't get scratched. "So, how was dinner?" she asked, placing her hands behind her as she watched her brother.

"Pretty good," Cory answered as the towel glided along the surface of the paint.

"Would you be opposed to Cassy and me meeting them?" Zoe asked bashfully.

"Why? Jealous that we have a couple of friends?" Cory teased.

"Maybe," Zoe said weakly. "I promise we aren't out to steal them away from you, but... I'd like to do things with Cassy like you're doing with Dayana."

"I'll see what Zack and Alice have to say; if you do meet them, you have to pretend I'm not your brother," Cory said low.

"Oh? Why?" Zoe asked, confused. "Do they not..." Seeing Cory shaking his head as he wiped down the hood. "So they just think you're boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Pretty much, but Alice is a cop, so you might want to tell Pixie to tone down the unlawfulness if you all do meet them," Cory teased, seeing his sister's cheeks heat in the weak light that came from the surrounding houses. His body rocked to the right as Zoe collided with him, as she wrapped him in a hug and placed a lingering kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, Cory; I'll let you finish. Cassy can't wait to go to the lake in this thing," Zoe said, smiling back at him as she walked back towards the house.

"Just no orgasms in my car," Cory warned.

"Oh, two hours in that thing; you know it's going to happen, Cory," Zoe taunted before entering their home.

Once the car had cooled down enough, Cory gently rolled the cover over it, ensuring it was snug to the bumpers before he armed his alarm. Sliding his keys into his pocket, waving to his mother and father, who was watching something on TV as he passed them.

"Cory?!" Celeste's voice stopped him in his tracks, causing him to backpaddle until his mother was in sight. "I know you and your sisters are going to the lake until Thursday; I was wondering if you'd..." Arching an eyebrow when he saw how her cheeks were heating. His father had the same look he had at his mother's gesture.

"Give you your fix before we're gone for five days?" Cory finished for her, to which Celeste vehemently nodded. "You okay with that?" he asked, peering at his father.

"Yep, you're mother has been bouncing off the walls the past few days while you were studying for your exams, so she didn't want to distract you. So, you'd be doing me a favor, so I don't have to keep her from speeding over to the lake and..."

"Jairo?! You don't need to tell him all that?!" Celeste gasped.

"What?! Delilah said we shouldn't lie to Cory and do you think he doesn't already know you need it?" Jairo spoke pointedly, nodding down to her nipples that were very visible against her shirt.

"I promise Cory I won't make you too tired for the long drive there," Celeste said in a shy tone as she brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"And what will Dad be doing?"

"Umm... I thought maybe you'd might be okay with some experimentation. I know you're okay with FFM threesomes, but you've never had a MMF threesome before, and it would be wrong of us to leave your father out when his normal play date isn't here to fill in," Celeste said, feeling her face reddening like mad. She could already feel her mound liquifying at the thought of being stuffed to the brim with the tool that lay beneath her son's pants. She just couldn't help it; it was the one cock she's been longing for all her life; now that she's found it, she wasn't about to let it go.

"And you're okay with that?" Cory asked, shooting his father a look.

"Well..." Scratching his cheek, knowing how weird it would be doing that with his son, "as long as we aren't crossing streams and I go first in her pussy, since I seriously doubt I'd be able to feel anything after you, don't see a problem," Jairo said, casting his son a glance.

"Yeah... double stuffing doesn't sound all that appealing," Cory agreed.

"Cory?!" Celeste intoned, thinking she would even let the two of them do such a thing. "My pussy might be able to handle that thing, but in no way are you two going to stretch me out like that!" she huffed adorably as she crossed her arms.

"Umm... I did just say that wasn't going to happen, didn't I?" Cory spoke with an arched eyebrow. "Wonder what you're going to do when I move out," he said offhandedly as he walked towards the stairs to his room.

"What!" Celeste roared, racing to stop her son. "Cory! Wait! What do you mean moving out?!" Her heart raced, fear of not being filled to the brim played in her eyes as Cory's left foot rested on the first step.

"It's what people do when you finish college, move out and go to work in some far-off city," Cory stated, trying not to take that much enjoyment out of the horrified look in his mother's eyes, yet he would be a liar if he said he didn't really enjoy it.

"Cory, please don't say that, I know we have a lot to work on, and your father and I have a lot to make up for, but please, don't say you're moving out," Celeste uttered, knowing she would die if she couldn't have his cock fucking her like it has been for the past two months. Ever since she's become his slut she hadn't taken another man to her bed that wasn't her husband or son. She didn't count the parties she and Jairo when to over at Delilah's place since she didn't have a bed there. Yes, Jairo got most of her loving, as it should be, yet she knew Zoe and Dayana kept him occupied when she could relieve his cock of that warm hot goo.

"Did you think Dayana and I would stay here forever?" Sighing when he heard his sister's response of 'I heard that!' "What did you think was going to happen when I finished college? That I'd just stay here?" His eyebrow rose when his mother just nodded her answer vigorously. "I don't think Dad will want me around for that long when you two are supposed to be enjoying your golden years."

"I don't know, Cory," Jairo said, leaning against the frame of the archway that led into their living room. "It might be cheaper for you and Dayana to just stay here than have your mother chasing you around the country."

"And when I can't find a job in my field? What, then, am I to be a sugar baby?" Cory retorted. His eyes followed his mother as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around him.

"Please, please, please, Cory, think about it; I'd die if you left. Sorry Jairo," Celeste said, peering back at her husband.

"I know about how you are about your fetish," Jairo uttered, waving it off.

"Oh, you'd die, huh?"

"Mmmhmm," Celeste hummed as she nodded. "Baby, I get it; you want to be on your own, away from us, the people who hurt you; I would too if I was in your shoes. I know you and Dayana want to make your relationship as private as you can, yet that's not possible with all of us around. Plus, if you leave, what if someone finds out about the two of you? What then? Here, you know we'll protect you, keep you two safe, out there, alone, we can't. Please, baby, you know how much I love this and you," she said, peering up at her son as she rubbed his cock.

"Son, if the two of you want your own place, we can always put an apartment in the basement for the two of you, so you'll have the privacy you'll need without worrying about us interfering with your relationship," Jairo spoke in a fatherly tone. At first, he found it wrong with what they are doing, yet when he saw how Celeste was with Cory in his bedroom of the beach house, they rented. He knew then Celeste would never let go of it, even if it meant packing up their house and moving across the country. Plus, being a contractor and in his new position at his job, he might be able to swing it to where it only costs him half the price, given the amount of money he has saved the company since being promoted.

"Cory." Dayana's voice caused him to look up the stairwell. "Maybe they're right; maybe we should stay here. I don't want to go to jail for loving you, and I know you don't want to either. Just think about it, alright? We have four years to decide what we're going to do as a couple," she said, smiling lovingly down at her brother.

"What about me?" Zoe asked, slinking out of her room after hearing the discussion. "If they get to stay, why can't I."

"We never said you couldn't, baby," Celeste answered, peering up at her daughter.

"Good, then you better make it a two-bedroom apartment down there because Cassy and I will be moving in; you're not the only one that can't live without that," Zoe said, coming to stand beside her sister as she stared intently at Cory's groin.

"You know, I am more than just a cock," Cory grumbled as he marched up the steps to his room.

"We know, but baby, that's one helluva cock you have there," Celeste called up to him with a grin on her face. Praying that her son thought long and hard about what they had said as she watched Dayana's arm sliding along his waist before they ambled into his room.

Cory was bored as he sat in the colosseum his school had rented out for the day; he, along with the rest of his class, sat on those hard metal chairs in his cap and gown, just waiting for his row to rise so he could get his diploma and go home. Turning his head as his mother stood at the railing, filming it all on her phone as family and friends came to cheer him for making it past high school. The years leading up to this day flashed before his eyes, remembering all the good and very bad times he had in his first eighteen years of life. Now, he wouldn't admit it; he was a little scared of what awaited him now that he wasn't considered a child any longer as the torch was passed to the next class as they, too, made their way into their own adult life. His hand brushed along the pocket of his jeans beneath his gown, they were supposed to dress nice, but Cory thought, who would know or care? Not a damn person, plus he wasn't going to sit in a gown, in uncomfortable clothes, and twiddle his thumbs.

Cory rolled his eyes as the Valedictorian rambled on and on about crap he didn't really care about. He didn't care about how her friends, parents, yadda, yadda helped her, and such. He just wanted his diploma so he could get out of there and head home so he could pack up his car. He was more interested in banging his mother's brains out than he was in knowing that girl's backstory. It didn't help matters the girl who cheated on him with the jock in the backseat of his car was currently sitting beside him at the moment. Who chose that time to place a hand on his thigh, which he found weird since he's pretty much ignored her for about two years.

"Cory, I know we'll be going our own separate ways soon, and I want to say how sorry I am for treating you the way I did. I know nothing I will say will make things right between us; I know that. I just wanted you to know I chose poorly. That I've regreted it every day since you told me to fuck off. I know now that you were near the perfect boyfriend; I'm just sad that I didn't see it at the time. I know it's in no way of making up what I've done to you, but maybe you'll let me give you something to remember me by?" she whispered with a seductive smile on her lips.

"Sorry," removing her hand, "I don't cheat on my girlfriend, and honestly, you wouldn't be able to handle me," Cory said, getting to his feet when the row before him filed in line to accept their diplomas.

"Please, that little..." Her voice stilled in her throat as Cory spun around so fast, causing her to take a step backward.

"You think I'm little," Cory growled as a creepy smile crept along his lips. "Here, feel for yourself. Does that feel small to you?" he hissed, placing her hand on his cock, which was semi-hard at the thought of how his mother was going be moaning like for the next hour. Watching how her eyes widened as she felt them continuing to grow. "Yeah, see, you won't be able to handle me now, don't speak to me anymore," Cory spoke, tossing her hand away before turning back around.

"Please, Cory, there has to be something I can do for you to let me make it up to you," she pleaded behind him.

"Nope, not happening, and why would I want you now when I'm dating a junior in college? And she can handle my dragon; you'd just gag on it," Cory said cruelly from over his shoulder.

"I'm going to get that cock one way or another, Cory. I know about you going to UNC, and guess what? So am I. Trust me, whoever this girl is, is going to dump you once she goes back to her hometown. And when she does, I'm going to swoop in and reclaim you as my own." How her face heated at the snort, she heard coming from him.

"I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you," Cody said in a monotone voice as he neared the stage.

"It's going to happen; you better believe it. When you're here all alone, with no one to take care of it, I'll be there to show you things that girl won't do for you."

"Unless you got some weird ass kinky side I've never seen, you wouldn't be able to outshine what she does to me nightly," Cory gloated as he stepped onto the stage, feeling her eyes burning into his back as he walked up to the Principle and shook his hand while taking his diploma in the other. Since he got what he came for, he saw no reason to stick around; ripping open the snap buttons that held the gown closed, he reached into his pocket for his phone as he climbed off the stage, texting his mother he was going home now if she wanted her dicking she better hurry. Smirking at the girl he at one time really liked, glancing up, seeing his mother dragging his father off in the stands about his former peers, letting her see the outline of his cock before he slipped out the side door, knowing she wouldn't follow. At least, he hoped she didn't. Wondering how Dayana was going to take this when he told her once he picked her up, he wasn't about to interrupt her when he knew she was in the middle of her own exams. Slugging off the gown and cap, balling the gown into it as he walked towards where he parked his car. A satisfied grin rose on the corners of his lips as his little pony gleamed in the light of the sun as it sat there, just calling for him to take to the road.

"Cory! Don't you leave without us!" Celeste hollered as she walked hurriedly to catch up with her son with, Jairo right on her heels. Her emerald green eyes flared in hunger at the outline of her son's cock. This was why they rode with their son, so they didn't have to race each other home once the ceremony was over, or in this case, when Cory felt like it was over. "I'm proud of you, baby," she cooed, placing a kiss on her son's left cheek, the same cheek she has constantly kissed since becoming his slut. "I do hope this hard cock is because of me," Celeste purred as she slyly brushed her fingers down the outline of his manhood.

"Why didn't you want to stay for the rest of it, Cory?" Jairo asked as the three of them walked toward his son's car.

"Got what I came for; the rest was just pizzazz. Nothing important," Cory replied with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Don't you want to say goodbye to your friends?" Celeste asked in a motherly tone, feeling her mound throbbing, knowing what was going to take place in thirty minutes. The time it will take them to get to their home from the colosseum that sat in the middle of downtown Durham.

"Jess already left with her folks to California last night; I already said my goodbyes to Mike and Biff," Cory said sadly; he was really going to miss his friends. "So, I saw no point in sticking around any further."

"I'm sorry, baby; I know how much you're going to miss them. You never know; you might find some new friends when you start at UNC," Celeste said, gently rubbing her son's back.

"Yeah," Cory muttered, clenching his jaw, hoping his ex didn't cause any problems later on.

"Cory, is something the matter?" Jairo asked, noting the look in his son's eye.

"Nothing I can't handle," Cory said, pulling out his keys and disarming his alarm. Looking down as his mother laid a hand on his left forearm.

"Honey, can I? Please, just once, I promise to be real careful in it," Celeste uttered, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Promise?"

"Mmmhmm!" Celeste nodded vehemently.

"Alright, but you're giving up the ass for it," Cory said, dropping the keys in her hand.

"Only eight inches; last time, I could barely sit for a week," Celeste stated with a sparkle in her eye. Squealing as she skipped/hopped her way to the driver's door, carefully unlocking the door, so she didn't scratch his paint. Sliding into the driver's seat and reached over and unlocked the passenger door.

"Why does it feel so wrong sitting in the back of my own car?" Cory mumbled, causing his father to chuckle behind him as he climbed into the back once he folded the passenger seat forward.

"You got enough room?" Jairo asked once he inched the seat forward to allow Cory some legroom.

"Yeah." Cory watched how his mother wiggled in the seat, pumping the gas twice to prime the carburetor before she fired up the engine. Listening to her groan as the rumble played along her heated mound.

"I so love this car," Celeste sighed as she ran her hands lovingly along the steering wheel. Grinning as she revved the engine, pressing on the brake, and threw it into drive. Cory held onto the armrest as the rear end fishtailed as his mother peeled out of the parking space they were in.

"What the hell! I didn't say you could drive like a bat out of Hell!" Cory shouted, noting the trail of smoke and the line of rubber they had left behind, only to be thrown back into his seat as his mother was laughing like mad as she zoomed onto the street since it was clear.

"You two should see your faces!" Celeste howled in laughter. "So hysterical!" Throwing on the blinker, feeling the rear end squatting down as the fuel flowed into the engine as she sped past the slower-moving car. "God, I miss driving a muscle car," she sighed as she weaved in and out of traffic like a pro.

"Honey?! Don't you think you're being a little reckless with Cory's car?" Jairo spoke, peering over at his wife.

"Oh, relax; I'm perfectly in control of this baby," Celeste said, waving off his worry. "If I'm getting ass fucked, I want to make it worth it," she stated, gazing at her son in the mirror before she pulled onto the onramp. "Plus, my daddy taught me how to handle these kinds of cars when I first started driving. This doesn't have the horsepower his Chevelle had," Celeste stated with a wicked grin as the engine hummed as she barked the tires before that little pony throttled up to eighty miles an hour. "Yet it didn't tease my pussy like this baby does," she uttered with longing.

"You do realize you're not going to walk straight when we're done, right?" Cory stated in a challenging voice.

"Goodie!" Celeste giggled as she noted that only ten miles were left till they neared their off-ramp.

"Don't you dare! Mom!" Cory shouted as his mother gunned it as a 2016 Mustang thought to overtake them, pushing his car well over a hundred miles an hour. Leaving a very stunned driver behind at the thought her new model couldn't outshine a classic.

Celeste just blew Jairo a kiss when he stared at her like he's never seen this side of her before as the motor wound down as their exit was near. Glancing quickly down at the gas gauge, noting how much fuel that had burned through, Turning onto the offramp, glancing to her right at the gas station's sign as she coasted to a stop. Noting that same mustang on her tail, loving the feel of the rumble of the car as she slowly turned into the station.

"You fill up, and I'll go pay for it," Celeste uttered as she folded the driver's seat forward to let her son out.

"You so aren't driving my car home," Cory grumbled as he eased out of his car.

"You sure, baby? Your slut is willing to do whatever you want to take it out every now and again," Celeste purred low into Cory's ear before spinning on her heel and sashaying towards the store.

Turning his head when he heard the pump turning on, seeing the twenty dollars his mother had prepaid appearing on the screen as he lifted the license plate and unscrewed the fuel cap. Lifting the nozzle and selecting the grade of fuel he wanted, he had to admit his mother did handle his car pretty well compared to his own when he first got the car. He just never knew his mother was a speed demon. Peering behind him as a car door slammed as he inserted the nozzle into the intake.

"I want that car!" Stated a rather slim, large-breasted redhead; Cory noted the intensity of her blue eyes as she stared at him, waiting for his answer as her hands rested on her hips.

"I'm not selling you my car, you crazy?!" Cory replied before turning his attention back to the pump.

"I'll give you fifty thousand for it."

"What part of 'not for sale' was lost on you?" Cory asked, peering back at the woman once again. He noted the irritation in the woman's narrowing eyes. "Tell you what, strip and lay on the hood of your car, and spread your legs, and fuck me in front of everyone, then I might, I say might think about it," he countered, noting the fuming look on the woman's face before her hair whipped through the air as she stomped back to her own car. Smirking when that newish Mustang didn't have the sound that his own had.

"I won't forget this!" the woman yelled from out her open passenger window before speeding away.

"Yeah, whatever, like I care," Cory muttered, seeing his father laughing in his seat as he screwed on the cap. Getting a little unnerved by the smirk on his mother's lips and the sultry light in her eyes.

"So, do you go around telling strange women to strip and spread their legs so you can fuck them on their cars?" Celeste taunted, enjoying seeing this side of her son.

"Only when they ask something really stupid unless you're saying you want to take her place; let all these good people see how slutty you can get with something big and hard deep in you," Cory retorted with his own taunt as he returned the handle to its holder. Watching how his mother's eyes glanced down and then flickered up to his face as her tongue flicked against her teeth.

"So you think your man enough to fuck me on the hood of your own car, in public no less?"

"Hmm... yep," Cory mused as he stepped out to the open door. "So what will it be? We are burning daylight." Looking down when his mother reached out, balled his shirt in her hand, and pulled him into her.

"Be careful baby, I'm already hot and horny, don't tempt the slut in me; I might not be held accountable for what I might do to you," Celeste said heatedly as she stood nose to nose with her son.

"Or what, you'll kiss me?" Cory stated, repeating her own words from months ago. Noting how his mother's eyes widened when he slyly ran the pad of his finger along her covered slit. Seeing that predator in her eyes rising as he softly rubbed her clit through her jeans. "Come on, what do you have to lose, other than lots of fluids coating my hood, hmm?"

"Easy there, son, don't poke the bear when it's already on edge," Jairo warned, knowing what her increased breathing meant. When he's been on the receiving end of her fire many a time. Smirking when Celeste's hand latched onto Cory's manhood.

"Do you think you can just tease me, and nothing will happen to you?" Celeste asked, fighting herself not to take claim of her son's lips. "Do you think you're just going to walk away when this cock needs my lips around it?"

"No, I'm expecting to fuck the shit out of you; the question you have to ask yourself is it going to be here in public or behind closed doors," Cory mused in a sinful tone with a grin to match.

"Get in the car, and I'll show you fucking," Celeste growled in want. She just couldn't believe she was this turned on. While yes, the vibrations and the anticipation had gotten her worked up, yet that was just the warm-up. She was not expecting Cory to flirt with her so blatantly, to touch her so lewdly in public, to taunt her to do the same thing he had asked of that woman, and she was seriously thinking about it.

"Promises, promises," Cory uttered as he ducked into the back of his car.

As much as Celeste wanted to do ninety the rest of the way home, she controlled herself and kept the car at the speed limit. However, that didn't mean she wasn't rubbing her pussy against the seat the entire drive back to their house. Pulling the car in behind hers, quickly shutting off the engine, her hand fumbling with the seatbelts in her hurry to get into the house to get the cock she's been craving for the past five days. Leaving the car door open, the keys swaying in the ignition as she walked hurriedly towards the front door.

"Want me to lock this door?" Jairo asked, knowing his son would be leaving after their threesome to pick up his sisters and Cassy.

"Yeah," Cory replied, grabbing his cap and gown from the back and folding the seat back up as he reached over and removed his keys.

"See you inside," Jairo said over the roof of his son's car as Cory rolled up the driver's side window.

"Cory! Get your ass up here, and get that fucking cock out!" Celeste called down to her son from the bedroom she and Jairo shared once Cory entered his childhood home.

"Damn, Celeste, what the fuck has gotten into you?!" Cory heard his father ask as Celeste was going to town on his cock. Tossing his shirt, shoes, socks, and then pants into his room which all landed on his cap, gown, and diploma that rested on the floor where they had landed. Feeling his hardening cock swaying with each stride toward his parents' bedroom. Freezing momentarily in midstride as his mother's naked body filled the doorway. Fire of her lust burned in her green eyes, her nipples stood erect, eagerly waiting for Jairo and Cory to tease, suck, tug, and pinch to their delight. Her dew shown in the artificial light and the sunlight that filled the house. Noting how her eyes were glued to his cock as it continued its rise, to the way her tongue moved along her upper lip savoring the meal to come.

"You wanted to fuck me on your hood, Cory. You wanted to make everyone watch as I moaned and begged like a slut for all to see. Then you'll have no problem bringing that cock in here and giving me what I need, will you?" Celeste asked, daring him to say something that wasn't true.​