Chapter 1

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mother, Son, .

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Cindy Rogers worked two jobs - - as secretary for three shale oil executives, all of whom were fucking her. And as a carpool pussy for a rotating group of 12 male commuters, who took turns fucking her ... one in the morning, another in the evening. Cindy's son Bobby was immensely proud of her. Her creative earning careers, her sultry beauty, her sexiness. He's had a serious crush on her as long as he could remember. She told him, "All 15 guys are married, you don't have to worry."

Jessica's contribution:

It wasn't even Cindy's idea. Mr. Jenkins had organized one of the first carpools in Denver's history. He was ahead of his time. After he retired, his son James took over organizing and maintaining the carpool. It had grown to a dozen men who worked downtown, just as Cindy Rogers did.

The sheer number of participants required two vehicles -- James's Lexus LX and Mr. Bannister's Mercedes GL. Both vehicles comfortably accommodated the driver and six passengers.

The rear seat in each SUV was reserved for Cindy and the lucky morning and evening commuters.

Cindy was the first to be picked up by both James Jenkins and Mr. Bannister. One morning before Cindy's role began to emerge, she was in a frisky mood and half jokingly offered James a quick blowjob.

He was startled. Then intrigued, then interested. He accepted. They were a few minutes late picking up the others, but it had never been a rigid schedule. Except for Cindy, the other commuters were executives untethered to rigid schedules.

And Cindy had flexibility of her own. She was cheerfully fucking the three shale oil executives she reported to. She didn't fuck them at work. They took turns meeting her the Brown Palace suite they kept for precisely that purpose.

Cindy sucked James off every morning for a week. He started picking her up 15 minutes early. Cindy told her son, Bobby, "I could make him cum faster, but he loves it so much, I draw it out for him."

He asked, "Do you swallow?" innocently as if he didn't know from the countless sex discussions they'd had over his 14 years on the planet.

She ruffled his hair, "No, baby, I let it dribble out of my mouth and wear his cum to work on my dress."

After a week of blowjobs, James was dying to fuck Cindy. She told him, "If you can get away from the wife and kids, drop by Saturday morning. Early. Bobby and I have tons of errands to run.

Regular blowjobs turned into regular fucking. James asked her about letting one or two of their carpool buddies into the fun. He tiptoed around the subject, but Cindy wasn't shy. Certainly not about sex. At 30, she'd been fucking, enthusiastically fucking, for eons.

Cindy had gone over her proposal the night before with Bobby. They honed it and honed it.

Cindy looked directly at James, "Listen, I can always use some extra cash. I'll fuck as many of them as want me. One on the morning drive, another on the way home."

James was intrigued.

Cindy said, "I'll start riding in the back seat with whoever's turn it is. Three in the middle, one in the passenger seat and you."

James said the magic words, "How much."

"$100."

"Not bad. They can certainly afford that a couple of times a month."

"It might be more often, depending on how many want me."

"Leave that to me."

It took over two months to mold an agreement that the commuting executives were comfortable with. The other driver, Mr. Bannister had one holdout so he dropped him and substituted a more eager rider.


At home, Cindy's best friend, Carole, ate with them almost every night. Even though her husband was home, Carole reserved a couple of hours with Cindy and her godson, Bobby.

The Three Musketeers.

Cindy updated Carole and Bobby on the latest carpool dynamics, "I wear a dress to work everyday now. I wouldn't even have to take it off in the car, but they like seeing me naked."

Bobby said, "Cindy doesn't wear undies so it's super easy to undress and dress."

"How long do you have?"

"Usually around 45 minutes in the morning. A little longer than that at night."

Bobby said proudly, "Plenty of time. Cindy even cleans them up so they don't smell like pussy."

Carole smiled at Bobby, "Speaking of pussy, Chet's out of town."

"Yes!" Then, remembering his manners before his mother rebuked him, "Thanks, Carole."

Cindy smiled at her son, "Clean sheets?"

"Oops."

"Sit down. Finish dinner first. And don't bolt it down. And chew with your mouth closed."

Carole grinned, "I'll want his mouth open later."'

"How is his pussy eating these days?"


"Better and better. You should find out for yourself."

"Maybe I will, maybe I will."


The morning ritual for Cindy and Bobby had been the same for as long as he could remember. The took showers in their separate bathrooms, then met in Cindy's bedroom.

Bobby sat crosslegged on the floor, positioned between his mother and her full-length, three-sided mirror. He never tired of gazing as the naked beauty brushed her full auburn hair.

She stood 5' 9" tall, but her 14-year old son already had a couple of inches on her.

Even though he was mesmerized by her body, he was old enough to appreciate her facial beauty too. Emerald green eyes, striking in their intensity. Covergirl cheekbones and chin. Large mouth, full lips.

Wide shoulders, smallish perky boobs. Pinched waist, long, long, long legs.

And that tiny pussy that was in so much demand.

Bobby had watched his mother and Carole wax each other for as long as he could remember. He'd never seen pubic hair on either of them.

Fortunately for her carpool responsibilities, Cindy was a morning person. She awoke early, full of energy and good cheer. She loved her life and it showed.

The usual Cindy-Bobby morning conversation consisted of mostly Cindy talking and mostly Bobby looking.

Cindy glanced down at her son, his normal erection poking up toward the ceiling from a patch of tight curly hair. She smiled at him, "Maybe I'll wax you Saturday. We'd match."

Bobby sighed, "Cindy. Gym."

"So? You'll stand out even more. I bet you have the largest cock in the shower room."

Bobby sighed again. His cock was only 6 inches, but fat. Very fat.

Fortunately he had inherited his mothers striking looks. Unfortunately, his face was almost feminine. Carole had assured him, "Honey, your face is going to get you so much pussy. You look gorgeous, friendly, trustworthy."

Bobby knew how fortunate he was that Carole fucked him. No other boy he knew was scoring pussy. Ever, let alone regularly. In bed, he was still a rank amateur, but he'd moved up from Clueless to Decent.

His mother asked him, asked him frequently, "What's the magic word?"

Big grin, "Clit."

"And don't you forget it."

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