Incest/Taboo Mom's Diaries

I stood beneath the hot spray of the shower, my prick firmly in hand as I slowly worked it, maintaining its firmness though it took little effort in doing so. I was hard as a rock and now horny as hell. My heart felt like it was beating a thousand miles an hour as I stood there listening, finally hearing her as she actually stopped and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Jack honey? I'm back!" Mom called into me. It was now or never.

"Mom?"

"Yes honey?"

"I forgot to get some fresh towels before stepping into the shower, would you mind getting me a new one?" I asked.

There was only the briefest of pauses, but there was one. I knew she was standing there thinking about what I'd just asked.

"Sure honey...be right back," she said and then walked down the hallway towards the linen cupboard.

I knew that the glass doors on the tub enclosure where opaque just enough to offer up some small measure of privacy. She would no doubt be able to make out the outline of my nude form inside the shower itself, but nothing too revealingly. Not unless I either pressed myself against it, or allowed it to remain at least partially open. I slid it back just a couple of inches, no more than that. But in having done so, I knew that should she stand anywhere's near the doorway to the bathroom, that she would in fact be able to see in.

The other problem was, even if she brought the fresh towels into the bathroom, I needed some additional excuse to keep her in there after she had. Which immediately came to me, just as she entered.

"Here they are," she said as I heard her open the door as I'd expected, stepping in. "I'll hang them up for you."

I knew as she did so, she could see me through the glass of the shower doors, though not clearly. Perhaps a hint of my erection poking out in front of me, which I then purposely turned to one side ensuring at least that she might. I heard her placing the towels, and smiled inwardly as she took an inordinate amount of time doing so.

"So...you get everything done you went out to do?" I asked attempting to keep some sort of dialogue and conversation going here. "I got everything done on my end," I added waiting for her response. I got it in the form of her actually sitting down on the toilet seat, as I too could just make out her presence on the other side of the glass doors.

"Yep, all done. Picked up a few things for the drive up tomorrow," she now added. We had planned on driving up, not only for the weekend, but for an additional three days to spend some time visiting with my aunt since my return. I was sad that Jill wouldn't be there, as she was upstate attending school at a local university up there. But I wasn't too surprised by that either as Jill and I hadn't exactly parted on the best of terms when I had originally left. Still...I was anxious and looking forward to seeing my aunt once again even then.

"You still been going up at least once a month to visit with her?" I asked.

"That...or she's actually been coming here to see me if I couldn't make it up there...so yes," mom replied. "Though I thought it was only fair that we go there this time, especially as it's been a while since you've been there." As she spoke, I now saw her stand up, and knew she was making to leave.

"Damn!"

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I got soap in my eyes, I can't see...and it burns," I said quickly not knowing what else I could have come up with.

"Aren't you using that new shampoo I bought?"

"No...I guess not, where is it?"

I then heard her open the cabinet door beneath the sink. "Here it is," she said and then approached the shower door where she now stood, her hand coming through the opening though she was careful not to position herself so she could see clearly in. But I could see that she was peeking without trying to make it too obvious as I stood there rubbing my eyes with my fists.

"Can you grab me a washcloth too? I still can't get the soap out of my eyes," I informed her, pretending I hadn't seen her hand as she stood there holding out the bottle to me. Once again I heard her open a drawer searching for the cloth. She laughed when she did. "What?"

"Oh nothing," she snickered. "I guess it's just nice to feel like I'm still needed is all," she said laughing. "Grown man with soap in his eyes acting like a young kid again is all," she finished still chuckling.

"Yeah well, it burns," I responded even though it really didn't. I'd also managed to accomplish one other feat, as had been my intent. I wasn't exactly full on erect now. Not like I had been, certainly not enough to appear obscenely aroused, but not exactly flaccid either. I knew as she opened the sliding door a bit wider this time in order to hand over the cloth, still holding the bottle of shampoo, that this time she could see me quite clearly as I turned towards her in order to accept it.

"Goodness," she said surprising herself perhaps when she did.

"What?" I said once again.

"Well...for one, you're certainly not modest these days," she said as I stood there knowing full well I was facing her.

"Must be the service, got used to standing around naked in front of a lot of people," I replied.

"Yes well, I doubt any of those were women...and certainly not your own mother," she told me, though I noticed she made no effort to move away from the door as I stood there scrubbing at my eyes with the washcloth as though unaware that she still was.

"Well, you're the one who told me that there was nothing to be ashamed about," I began. "Remember? And especially now, being grown up and all, no reason for me to be embarrassed by your seeing me, no differently than I wouldn't be embarrassed at seeing you."

She paused once again digesting that perhaps. "Yes...except if you remember correctly, we weren't actually discussing naked bodies, but something else a bit more intimate in nature as I recall."

Now it was my turn to laugh, though I immediately felt my cock stiffen, and knew as it did that she could now easily see it doing so. I held my head beneath the water for a moment, and then opened my eyes glancing in her direction. Sure enough...she was looking down at my rapidly stiffening cock.

I noticed her face was flushed, and her chest seemed to be heaving up and down a bit more noticeably as well as she breathed in and out.

"That's true," I laughed as she now looked up into my eyes. "And to be perfectly honest about it...that was what I was actually doing when I got soap in my eyes."

"You...you were?" Mom asked a catch in her throat as she once again looked down at my now full on erection.

"Yeah, I admit, I was feeling a bit horny...especially these days," I freely admitted, seeing the surprise in her eyes that we were actually now having this conversation. "It's been a while since I've been with anyone..." I told her, once again catching her off guard. I had dated a couple of women while away, but even then the sex with each had been less than satisfactory, and I certainly hadn't been looking for any long-term relationships either. "What about you mom?"

Already off balance as it was, my question seemed to make her even more so.

"What...what do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean?" I chuckled back, still trying to keep it light and open between us. "I know that you've certainly not been seeing anyone, at least anyone you've told me about...but I can't believe for a moment you still don't have the urges or desires. You're still too attractive, too good looking a woman not to."

She again blushed, evading the question perhaps by asking another. "You really think so? Think I'm still attractive enough to entice someone?" She asked.

"Yes, of course you are. But you are at least masturbating yes? I mean honest mom, it's not healthy if you're not at least doing that. I know for a fact, that men and women both, if they go too long without having an orgasm, experiencing pleasure, it really can affect their health in a fairly serious way."

She stood for a moment without speaking. Her hand coming up to grab the side of the shower glass door as though needing the additional support. I was almost positive that she now did as her chest continued to rise and fall a bit quicker than normal. This conversation was obviously having an effect on her after all.

"Sometimes," she said now looking down and away from me, speaking softly as she said it, admitting it. "But...it has been a while for me too," she added.

"Well then you should."

Once again she laughed, blushing even more. "Oh sure...maybe I should just head off to my bedroom, close the door and get myself off, is that what you're actually telling me I should do?"

"Well no...not exactly. I was thinking more along the lines of you just doing it here...while I watched, while you watched me."

I hadn't honestly intended to take it this far. Or to so openly pose or make the suggestion. But I was, and had been truly and honestly aroused, even more so now knowing what I knew. My advantage was in knowing that, knowing what my own mother's secret private thoughts about me had been. And though that indeed might have changed by now, I was gambling on the fact that they hadn't.

She tried laughing it off as though I was teasing her, joking around with her, until she saw me reach down, grabbing my cock as I stood there stroking myself in front of her.

"Jack, you're not...you can't be...serious. Are you? I mean...I am after all...your mother!"

"Yes I know that, and you're my very beautiful, very attractive mother too. And I've been standing here for a while now, imagining you inside my head. There, I've said it. I've admitted it. I've been enjoying myself while thinking about you, trying to remember the way you looked when I've seen you naked before."

"You have? I mean...you are? You did? When?"

I was scrambling here, trying to come up with something specific, and decided to try bluffing my way through it. See if I could get her to buy into it if I could.

"Just days before I left," I stated hoping I'd come close to some sort of truth, using the information I now had, making a few assumptions perhaps, but fairly certain that in doing so, I wasn't that far off the mark.

"When? When did you see me...see me doing that?" She pressed, though as she did, I could hear an edge of excitement in her words.

"Remember how you used to sit down stairs late in the evening reading a book?" Which was true, she always did. But I knew as her eyes widened, I was closer to the truth than I actually realized, and decided to see if I could trick her into admitting to me now that she actually did.

"Yes..." she spoke softly almost quietly.

"Well, one night, I woke up thirsty, decided to come down stairs and get something to drink. I noticed it was later than usual, and the table lamp was still on. I thought maybe you had fallen asleep while sitting there reading, so I approached the stairs quietly not wanting to wake you. And then I saw you. I stood there and watched you, watched you as you fingered yourself."

"Oh my god! You did? You...you caught me masturbating?"

"Yeah I did, and it was hot too mom! You looked so sensual, so erotic sitting there touching yourself. And because you did, I then found I couldn't help myself, so I stood there on the stairs without your knowing I was, and stroked myself off while I watched you."

"Right there? On the stairs?" It was obvious she was trying to look back and remember if she'd heard anything, obviously she thought she was being careful.

"In fact...you almost caught me I think. I barely turned around and got back up out of sight when you turned to look. But the fact was, I actually wished you had. I had secretly wanted you to see me, see me standing there jerking off, knowing full well I was thinking of you when I did. Just like I am now..." I said once again drawing her attention back to my hard fucking cock, which I now fisted pleasurably for her as she stood there watching me do it. "Just like...you are now," I finished.

"But I'm..."

"My mother. Yes...I know. But it doesn't change the fact that I enjoyed seeing you, that I enjoy thinking about you, or that I'm thinking about you now in fact. And that more than anything, right now...I wish you'd take off your clothes, let me see you, see you masturbate yourself again while I do, while you likewise watch me."

I knew that her resolve was crumbling, but it could easily have gone back the other way as well. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights and could have very easily jumped in the other direction.

It was then that I reached out my hand, pulling her into the shower with me even though she was dressed. She squealed in shock and surprise, but it was a flirtatious cry, almost welcoming that I had. Especially when I pulled her towards me, her full breasts now pressed against me, the water having thoroughly soaked her blouse making it adhere to her along with everything else. I likewise knew, she could feel the press of my hard cock digging into her belly as I held her, and then suddenly without warning leaned over kissing her as we stood there.

She basically melted there in my arms. We kissed again, our tongues now coming forward to fence playfully together. As we did that, I allowed my hands to come up, each one cupping her still covered, but very wet and very hard tipped breasts as I began thumbing each one of her hard taut nipples through her blouse.

I now felt her own hands reaching up, quickly parting the buttons on her blouse until I peeled it away from her, dropping it there in the bottom of the shower stall, along with her bra, which came next. Her shorts, and then panties soon followed until she stood there in front of me just as naked as I was. Now cupping one of her breasts directly, I tenderly began playing with, and flicking her nipple. With my other hand, I allowed it to trail down her belly, slowly teasing her almost agonizingly so before resting it against the soft furrow of her mound. I felt her sudden intake of breath as I did, and then parted the sea of her pussy, my finger just then probing her moist depths.

"Jack, Jack honey...we shouldn't," she said only now trying to resist the urge. "It isn't..."

"What? Right? I think it is...because it feels right. It's something I've always wanted to do...and besides mom, all we're doing is touching...it's not like I'm doing anything else to you at the moment, like licking your pussy, or actually fucking you with my cock."

She groaned at that, as though feeling like I was. "But...only this then, nothing else...just, just..."

I placed her hand on my cock, felt her fingers wrapping themselves around and about it. Once again my own hand slipping back down between her legs, where I found even more moisture sitting there waiting for me than there was even a moment or two ago.

"Stroke it, play with it...jerk it off," I said lustfully, breathing against her neck, "while I caress your tits, finger-fuck your pussy," I once again breathed hotly against her, now kissing and nipping at the softness of her neck.

"Oh fuck, fuck!" she moaned in response as my fingers began toying with her clit, as her hand began sliding up and down the length of my cock, exploring it, teasing it with the tips of her fingers. "Oh Jack...Jack! Make me cum baby...please, make me cum!"

The moment I felt her give way, the moment her inner muscles suddenly began to spasm around my finger, clenching it inside, her low deep-throated moan of release triggered my own. I felt my cock throb, as she did, her hand pulling upwards on it holding it there briefly as the first powerful spurt of my cock filled the palm of her hand. She stroked down again, pumping out another, just as my own finger flicked her clit like a light-switch, sending yet another powerful jolt through her cunt, just as my cock lurched shooting off again. I felt the second even more powerful spurt leap from my cock. She looked down, now watching it as I squirted against her thigh, her belly. My fingers now pinching her clit, holding it there as I worked it as though jerking it off. Her knees nearly buckled with the effort of maintaining her balance as I too began feeling light-headed with the intensity of my own orgasm.

We stood for long moments there beneath the shower, still holding one another trying to collect our breaths. Eventually she stepped out, and began drying herself off as I did. She turned away briefly, embarrassed, perhaps guilt trying to force its way into her thoughts.

Not about to allow that, I stepped up behind her once again, my hands coming around to secure her breasts, cupping them and easily feeling the press of her nipples against the palms.

"Jack!"

"Shh," I said kissing her neck. "I'm home now...it's where I want to be...with you. And I fully intend on doing this again, every chance that I get. So don't try and convince me to do otherwise. Because mother...I can't."

I heard the soft click on her bedroom door telling me she had locked it shortly after she left the bathroom. I considered knocking, but then thought better of it. Perhaps I had indeed crossed the line, forced too much to happen too quickly. But even if I had, it was too late to do anything about it now. Sequestered with her own thoughts, all I could do now was give her the time to do that, to think things through for herself, and then abide by whatever decision she came to, whenever she finally did.

She sat upstairs in her bedroom for a good two hours while I in turn sat downstairs in the living room, the TV on, though for the life of me I didn't remember watching it. All I knew was, when she finally did open her door and came back down, she would have reached a decision about everything that had happened. All I could do now, was sit and wait.

When I finally did hear the door, I knew that moment had arrived. Hearing her descent down the stairs, I turned towards her looking up expectantly. Immediately relieved to see a smile on her face as I did, though even that didn't give anything away.

"You hungry?" She asked reaching the landing.

"Famished," I responded back, now standing. "What can I do to help?"

"How about keeping me company while I fix something?" She suggested, and then kissed me lovingly on the cheek, more like a mom would, which I took as a hint at her decision. It was then however that she actually took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen area. "Pour us a glass of wine while I fix us some dinner," she told me. "And...while we chat," she then added.

After pouring our wine, I walked over handing one to her, and then attempted to lean forward and kiss her again after I had. She turned her head however, accepting it on the cheek instead.

"Before things get too carried away here Jack, we really do need to talk."

Resigned, I walked back over to the kitchen table sitting down on the side, facing her all the while sipping my wine, though I don't recall tasting it. I waited on her without speaking as she screwed up the courage to do so.

"I still haven't been able to come to any agreement with myself about what happened," she began, as she now turned away from the stove, steeling herself perhaps and taking a sip of her wine. "But...I'm also not going to deny the fact I didn't enjoy it. Because I did."

I smiled inwardly. It was more than I expected to hear at this point, expecting to have heard otherwise, though even then she still came pretty close to that.

"But, just because I did enjoy it, doesn't mean it should ever happen again either," she told me. "I might not be able to control myself...if it did."

"So don't," I finally said in response to that. "I certainly don't want to." I was already becoming aroused again, just thinking about it. And especially looking at her as she stood there. She had obviously changed clothes, putting on what I had come to affectionately call as her "comfy" clothes. A pair of my old sweat pants, which she'd cut off into a pair of shorts. Shorts, which were almost too short, even for her. And then a lightweight, though baggy sweatshirt, which was, also mine. And I knew damn well as she stood there, she had nothing else on beneath it, save for a pair of bikini panties perhaps, though nothing more. The way her breasts fell, pressing against the material of the sweat-top told me that much. And I noticed that her eyes naturally gravitated towards my crotch as she looked at me, as though remembering what she'd once seen, held, and watched squirt as I came in her hand.

She tore her eyes away from me however, once again turning back towards the stove as the water she'd put on for our pasta began boiling, giving her excuse to do so, yet still speaking to me with her back turned.

"Maybe I'm emotionally too weak to deny that I do have certain desires," she began. "Which is why I'm counting on you...asking you...to be stronger than I am."

My heart sank. I prepared myself to hear her tell me that regardless of what she obviously felt, that she was going to pointedly ask me not to tempt her, or pressure her into doing anything again. But what she said, lifted me like a rocket a moment later.

"Until I know for sure how I feel about certain things, how I can, or can't deal with it if we do...we can't actually have sex Jack, not until I've come to grips with that. Doing what we did was one thing, I know now that I enjoyed it, and look forward to doing that again with you. I can't and won't deny that. Not if we're going to be perfectly honest with one another. So at least Jack, please promise me that much. Promise me you won't pressure me into actually fucking you," she said using the one word I had never actually heard her utter before.

"I won't. I promise," I told her meaning it.

"And one more thing, though now isn't the time...perhaps tomorrow during the drive up to your Aunt Susan's. There is more I need to tell you about, more I think now we need to discuss. But...I don't want to do that now either. But as I do think we need to be totally honest with one another about certain matters, it's because of that, you need to know a little more about me. But again...be patient. I promise to tell you everything on the drive up to your Aunts. Will you do that for me Jack?"

I of course already knew what her secret was, but it would be interesting to hear her actually tell me about it. If nothing else, it would make the hour long drive pass quickly. And I had no doubt, it would indeed make for some interesting conversation as we did.

Once again I stood, walking towards her. This time she didn't turn her head away as our lips met. I kissed her deeply, mom kissing me back in kind.

"How long before dinner?"

She glanced back at the stove, the sauce on, though simmering. "Oh I don't know, another twenty, thirty minutes perhaps? I like the sauce to simmer for a while, flavor up a bit...why?"

I picked her up in my arms. She squealed once again. "Jack, put me down you crazy boy! What are you doing?"

I literally threw her over my shoulder, and then spun around taking her back out into the living room. Walking over to the couch, I then tossed her down onto it where she actually bounced, now laughing. And then I reached down, grabbing the bottoms of her cut off sweat pants, and in one fluid easy motion, yanked them down her legs.

I was wrong about one thing. She hadn't been wearing any panties either.

Before she could protest, or try to actually stop me, which she didn't, I had spread her legs, diving down between them there on the couch. Surprised at first, she quickly succumbed to my actions as my mouth quickly found her, my tongue spearing her within moments of having done that.

All she did was softly cry out my name as her hands came up to entwine themselves in my hair as I began lapping away at her already slick passage. As I did that, I likewise reached upwards, pushing away the sweat top that covered her bare breasts, knowing they were. Her nipples already hard, waiting, I began toying with them each, holding them between my fingers, gently pulling, and twisting as my tongue did spirals against her clit. I sucked her in, savoring her taste, holding her clit inside my mouth where I again allowed my tongue to flick wildly, rapidly against it. I felt her hips rotating now beneath me, her gurgles of passion making unintelligible sounds as I continued to fuck her with my tongue and lips.

"Fuck!" I moaned into her pussy. "I could eat you forever!"

"Yes Jack, yes! Eat my pussy, please eat my cunt...finger-fuck my wet slippery pussy!" She answered back, the level of her arousal escalating far beyond any inhibitions she might have had or held on to. "Lick me baby, lick my clit, suck it...finger it, lick it! Lick it! Lick it!"

She came screaming, arching her back, her cunt pressed firmly against my face as I held on, her breasts molded within my hands. I held and pinched her nipples as she did, pulling them upwards well off her breasts, jiggling them as I held them there. She went crazy with the sensation of that, likewise her clit, hard swollen and throbbing, captured between my lips as she came over, and over and over again.

She collapsed beneath me like a rag doll, spent, thoroughly drained, unmoving though her breath took forever to calm down. When she finally did, she sat up pushing me away from her for a moment, and then standing. I sat licking my lips, tasting the sweetness of her juices still covering my face.

"Don't go anywhere," she said looking back at me. "I'm going in to turn the sauce off...we'll eat it later," she said grinning. And then bare-assed naked, sauntered back into the kitchen area. She turned just before entering the room. "Oh, and while I do that? You might want to take your clothes off," she told me, and then disappeared.

I was indeed naked lying on the couch when she returned. I don't think my prick was honestly ever as hard or as stiff as it was then when she came walking back into the room. Even the look in her eyes told me that much as she faltered in her step coming towards me.

"I don't think I've seen anything more beautiful," she told me as she almost reverently knelt down on the floor by the side of the couch, her hands quickly reaching out to surround me, chasing my own hands away. Even the look in her own eyes said it all as she looked up, locking hers on mine, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to tickle and lick at the sensitive little eye-slit in the head. She squeezed it, a pearly drop of moisture bubbling out of the tip. Her tongue lapping it up, though she did so again, producing another, applying this one like lipstick against her mouth as she rubbed my dick around it, now kissing it.

"Fuck," I moaned saying the word, drawing it out, letting the word roll like a wave from my mouth. She smiled at that.

"Funny isn't it?" She asked.

"What's that?" I said half sitting up, just so I could watch her, watch my own mother holding and playing with my cock as she rubbed it against her lips.

"How the word fuck can sound so hot, so naughty, so pleasurable when it's used in just the way you've used it."

"And you," I reminded her, seeing her blush upon realizing that.

"Yes, and me too," she said sucking the head of my prick, her mouth wrapped around it as she spoke. "Fuck," Popping the head of my prick with her lips, saying it again. "Fuck, fuck...fuck!" and each time that she did, purposely popping my prick with a sweet, erotic, very obscene sound as she did so, not to mention simply saying the word fuck each time that she had.

"Fuck cunt," I then said for no apparent reason, just enjoying the sound of two particular erotic words as I spoke them. Mom giggled.

"Fuck cock. Fuck Prick."

"Fuck tits, fuck pussy, fuck ass."

"Fuck ass?"

"Yeah, fuck ass...just like I wouldn't mind fucking yours!"

"I've never actually done that," she told me, now lapping at my prick once again with her tongue, tickling it.

"You're kidding? You mean to tell me that you and..."

"No, we never did. Never really considered it, though at the time, it wasn't exactly something anyone ever really spoke about either. Not until years later at least, and then only quietly and in secret. But by then...it was sort of off the table for me."

"And now?"

"One thing at a time," mom said once again slurping up and down my cock. "Let's not be in any sort of a rush here. Bad enough I'm doing this to my own son, I'm not sure I'm quite ready yet to even consider having you sticking this thing up my ass!"

I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. Hearing my own mother speaking so openly, so wickedly was a pure pleasured delight. But then again, so was her mouth as she all but swallowed the entire length of my prick, all but gagging on it as she did, large drools of her saliva clinging to it, connected to her lips as she pulled up before once again engulfing it with a very wet sounding gurgle.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," she then spoke moments later, her head now bobbing up and down with a steady rhythm, her hands working perfectly in conjunction with that. "I've always wanted to do this to you," she told me honestly, now admitting even that, something else I already knew. "Give it to me baby...give mommy your sperm!"

I gave her more than she could handle, more than I think I had ever actually produced before. She swallowed as much as she could, but even then, I saw the cum drool from the side of her mouth dripping and then falling against her breast. Even that was erotically hot, sensually intense as she reached down, now smearing what she hadn't licked up or swallowed into her breast. When she had fully and entirely drained me of each precious drop, only then did she once again sit up, smiling at me.

"Well, I think I've actually already had my dinner. But maybe you should eat something too," she said grinning at me.

"Like you?" I asked teasingly.

She threw her head back laughing, and then climbed up to sit on the couch, once again resting her head back against the end cushions, one leg spread resting over the headrest of the couch, the other flat upon the floor.

"Fuck dinner...eat this!" She said wantonly. So I did.

As we always had every time we'd gone up to my Aunts, we got an early start. By seven we were on the road.

Though normally only an hour long drive on the freeway, mom had never cared to take that particular route. So it was, even though I was the one driving, we took the back roads which would make a longer drive, but it was also far more of a scenic one too.

But there was another reason for taking the longer route. I knew that at some point mom wanted to tell me more about herself, things I perhaps already knew, but was anxious to hear it from her own lips anyway.

I had also noticed as we finished packing things up that mom had slipped her diaries into her travel bag. As long as I had known her, she always took her new one to write in, and then the one before that which she sometimes referred to for whatever reason. I'd watched her tuck both away, and wondered if the opportunity would ever present itself for me to get a peek at anything she had written.

Fifteen minutes into the drive we turned on to what was a two-lane highway, which would take us the rest of the way there, though again it was a much longer way to travel when taking it. At this early hour there was very little if any other traffic on the road, which then gave me an idea. Seeing that she was fidgeting as we drove, hardly speaking at all in fact so lost in thought, I knew then she was already trying to screw up the courage to talk to me. I decided to lighten the mood somewhat if I could and make it easier for her to do so. One way to do that was to try and make her horny again if I could, and I thought if I began teasing her a little, it might. Besides, I really wanted to see her tits, so I asked her to show them to me.

"Although it takes longer to get to Aunt Susan's this way, I really do prefer taking this road," I began. "It really is a beautiful drive with beautiful scenery."

"Yes it is," she said easily looking out her window.

"And having beautiful company to share it with is nice too," I then added. She turned from the window looking and smiling at me.

"Thank you Jack, I appreciate hearing that, though I'm not sure how beautiful I am at the moment," she said only then checking herself in the small little vanity mirror over the sun-visor on her side of the car.

"You're very beautiful mom, especially in that outfit," I now added easing into the real purpose behind my idea here.

She did look cute, a short pair of white shorts and a simple peasant blouse that bared her shoulders. And though she was wearing a bra, the way her breasts molded themselves against the material was very alluring.

"Thank you again," she said. "I do like this blouse."

"I do too, it shows off those beautiful breasts of yours quite nicely."

I noticed a small blush suddenly creep into her face as she once again smiled looking up into my eyes as I sat there glancing towards her.

"In fact mom, I'd enjoy seeing them."

"What here?" She said incredulously glancing out the front of the car window, though at the moment there was no other traffic on the road heading towards us.

"Especially here," I said. "It would be sexy as hell to see your boobs while we're driving," I now stated.

"I don't know Jack, what if someone were to see me? And besides, why do you want to look at these old boobs anyway?" she asked.

"For one mom, who's going to see anything on this road? And even if we do see any cars, you'll have plenty of time to slink down in the seat. Secondly, they're not old boobs, and like I said they really are beautiful, not to mention the fact they make me horny as hell just looking at them!"

She was still hesitant to do so until I reached down with my hand rubbing my crotch and thus telling her that even the thought of that was getting me hard. "See? I'm already starting to get a hard on just thinking about it!" I told her.

That seemed to do the trick as she peered over the back seat as though to ensure herself we didn't have any traffic coming up from behind us either, which we didn't.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," she said as she pulled her peasant blouse up over her head, now reaching back behind herself to unclasp her bra, though I reached over cupping her left breast with my hand before she could. Even that was sensual as hell. Her bra had a bit of see-thru lace over the cups, her hard extended nipples already pressing against it as I fingered one teasing it. "Just keep your eyes on the road Jack," she admonished me as I finally withdrew my hand, now allowing her to remove her bra entirely.

Now sitting back in her seat as she refastened her seat belt, even that I found erotically enticing as the strap came up between her breasts separating them even more fully. The fullness of her boobs, heavy against her chest, twin points of rock-hard firmness capping each was a delightful thing to be seeing.

"There, happy now?" She asked, though she was grinning from ear to ear as she said it. I knew then she was feeling a bit more aroused herself, doing something that she hadn't honestly ever done before. A simple enough act that had perhaps given a further boost to her own sexuality and desire, especially when she reached up and actually fingered her nipples as we drove along. "That making you horny huh?" she then asked glancing over towards me as it became obvious by the sudden bulge in my pants that it had.

"You know it," I told her only then seeing a car heading towards us as it came around a bend in the road. Mom saw it too.

"Shit!" She said suddenly slinking down in her seat long before the car drew close enough to have seen anything however.

"What?" I laughed. "No way they could have seen you mom, but it would have been interesting if they had don't you think? Though we passed one another so quickly, I seriously doubt that anyone would even realize you were sitting there with your tits out. And even if they did...they would probably wonder if you really had been, and not actually know that for sure. Kind of exciting to think about either way isn't it?"

Once again she glanced over the back seat looking behind us, but the car had long since disappeared, and no others were coming up behind us either. She didn't comment on that, and turned back to once again sit, fingering her nipples for me. I noticed then, if anything they were far harder, more erect than they had been only moments before.

"Here comes another car," I said wondering if she'd stay put this time, or once again slink down into her seat. Perhaps it was because there was only one person in the car that she decided to stay put, though sitting there stiff as a board nervously as the car approached. I laughed looking over towards her. "Seriously mom, I doubt he'll even realize you have your tits out, and even if he does, think of it as giving him a little thrill for his morning drive."

That once again put a smile on her face as she actually sat up a little, the two cars quickly passing by on the road, though the driver of the car, a male, gave us just a cursory glance in our direction. It was obvious he hadn't noticed a thing.

"Whew!" Mom actually allowed herself to say once again looking back over the seat.

"See? He didn't even notice, but I sure as hell did." Without her even realizing that I had, I had unzipped my fly, fishing my rock-hard cock out of my pants and now sat there with it fully exposed, stiff and hard sticking up between my legs.

"Jack!" Mom exclaimed wide-eyed as she stared down at me. "What if something were to happen?" She stated, once again making me laugh.

"Then I'd probably die with a smile on my face, and cum-stains all over the dash of the car," I joked.

"I'm being serious," she said, though burst out laughing a second later.

"So am I," I responded back, now tempting fate and her courage simultaneously. "Take your shorts and panties off too," I now asked her.

"Oh no, I can't do that, this is bad enough," she told me, but I could see by the look in her eyes she was even then considering it.

"Go on mom, no one will see that for sure, and I can watch you finger yourself while we drive."

"Just keep your eyes on the road. Well...one eye anyway," she now chuckled as she briefly undid her seat belt again, now slipping her shorts and panties off, though she kept them on down around her ankles just in case. Even that looked sexy as hell as she now sat next to me, for all intents and purposes, entirely naked now.

Two more cars passed us by, but she didn't slink down in her seat with either of them, and one guy in a slightly higher sitting truck did seem to glance over a bit longer than everyone else had as he passed.

"I think that guy saw me!" Mom exclaimed once again looking back over the seat.

"I think he did too," I agreed smiling. "Bet you gave him a reason to take his cock out and jerk it off while he drives," I then said as I sat there now stroking my own, looking over at mom who I noticed still had her own fingers between her legs toying with her pussy.

We drove in silence for a couple of miles, no other cars coming our way at the moment as mom sat there pleasuring herself while I watched.

"You going to make yourself cum for me?" I asked.

"You want me to?"

"Hell yes, I want to see you get yourself off, hear it when you do."

Another car came and went, this time she had actually sat up a little, exposing her breasts well above the dashboard when she did. This guy too seemed to glance a bit longer than the others, and I even saw his brake lights come on for a split second in my rearview mirror. Mom didn't look back this time however, her fingers were too busy between her legs, and her eyes were now closed as she sat there working her pussy.

She was so wet, so slick, I could now hear the sound of her juices as she finger-fucked herself, the squishy decadent sounding noise of her cunt as she now furiously pummeled it with her fingers.

"Oh yeah...do it mom, do it! Fuck that cunt, fuck that pussy with your hand, make it come for me mom...make yourself come for me!"

It was amazing watching her explode. She had reached up placing one hand on her breast, cupping it, and then pulling, pinching her nipple as she cried out her release. Straining against the seat belt, she halfway lurched forward as though helping to force out her liquid pleasure as she climaxed. "Shit!" she screamed, though she continued to climax, still working her fingers rapidly between her legs. I knew why she'd said that.​