Chapter 05: An Early Halloween Treat

Oh, that engine made my pussy purr over my son’s cock. Cotton-covered or not, I felt that head digging into the bare lips of my twat. Thank God for my son’s shorts. I looked down at my nun’s habit—thank God indeed.

My son had started moving his hands the moment I had covered us with the blanket. I didn’t know what he intended, not with his father right next to us, but his father had his eyes on the road, hidden behind his sunglasses, and they only faced forward.

Colt, I thought when his fingers slid to the sides of my thighs and began edging my gown up my body, knock it off.

I wasn’t telepathic, and if he was, he wasn’t listening. I tried to stay still as my hem crawled over my skin, but when my hem reached my butt, my son gave it a hard tug. He didn’t move much, but he didn’t have to, mostly using his right hand that was hidden from his father’s inattentive gaze.

I dug my right elbow into my son’s ribs, but he only tugged harder while slipping his left hand beneath my hem. My son waited for my husband to switch to the left lane again, then he gave my hem another hard tug, baring my ass and pussy once again.

God, I thought as his cock pressed harder against me. Fine, grind me on your dick, Colt; I won’t fight you.

But my fucking son had other plans.

His hands left me, and I felt him try to push down his shorts a little at a time. I shook my head and pulled the blanket further up my body as if that could protect me. Colt gave his shorts a shove, but he couldn’t get them down.

Again, my husband switched to the left lane so he could pass a car on the right, and as he did, Colt humped his hips upward, bouncing me on his lap as he pushed his shorts down his thighs. By the time his father looked left, I had sat back down on my son’s bare cock. His swollen meat lay horizontally between us like a balance beam made of iron that my pussy was now straddling.

Oh my god, I thought, feeling the thickness of that pole pushing upwards against my muffin folds. This wasn’t happening—but it was, and my pussy was kissing the topside of my son’s cock and leaving it soaked. Looking down, I saw our blanket dissolve into nothing, and the image of my son’s knob sitting between my thighs as his shaft pressed into my slutty crevice filled my mind with pornographic glee.

I shook my head again, then looked around as the world seemed to brighten. I felt ... funny, lightheaded, like I was floating. Was I going to faint? I had never fainted before. I had never—

Oh, oh—oh, no!

Colt had slid me forward and his ass back as far as it could go. His knob touched my backdoor, then slid forward into the bottom of my pussy lips. What was happening? This couldn’t be happening. My pussy throbbed, my clitty tingled, and my nipples ached. Oh boy, oh fucking boy, my son was not about to fuck me. No way. No fucking way.

Why not; you’ve fucked your sister, I thought. And she’s fucked you to please your husband and each other.

I pushed myself down on Colt’s lap hard. I wouldn’t let him do this. Even though his glans against my lips made my cunny hum and my juices run. A sexual heat ran through me, warming my core. I slid backward, pressing my bare ass against my son’s waist and getting his mushroom tip back between my thighs. With my right hand, I reached down and squeezed the outside of his thigh, then I slid my hand between my legs, moving the blanket as little as possible. I took a deep breath, then I reached between us and grabbed my son’s knob, giving it a hard squeeze.

Colt sighed and squirted a messy wad of precum into my palm.

I looked at his father, who had his eyes on the road as our car flew down the highway. The faster my husband drove, the more I felt the engine’s power surging through my son and into my pussy, making me tingle all over. What would his cock feel like with that power reverberating through him?

No, don’t think about that! But it was too late. Like every sexual adventure I had ever been on, by the time I came to my senses, it was already too late, and I wasn’t even close to regaining my senses.

I squeezed my son’s knob again, then ran my cum-slick thumb over the head of his cock. He shook beneath me. His big hands found my waist, and he grabbed onto me, pushing me forward and pulling me back, using slow movements as I tried to keep my upper body still while my pussy played Slip ‘N Slide on my son’s juicy dick.

You’re going to do this, I thought, or my pussy thought for me, I didn’t know. If men could think with their little heads, then I could think with my twat. You’ve got to, just this once, and you’ll never talk about it. Never ever. Never ever ever.

I stretched my left hand from under the blanket, careful not to reveal too much, and I turned the music up a little bit more. Dex said nothing, staying focused on the road. I pulled my hand back, reached down, and squeezed my son’s right thigh, then I turned to my left and looked into the backseat, lifting my ass as I did. My son’s cock sprang up as much as it could, finding the bottom of my slit as if guided by God.

“You feeling okay, Lana?” I asked, trying to keep the tremors of pleasure from my voice.

Lana lay still against the door, sleeping; I hadn’t spoken that loud to her.

As I went to sit back down, I felt the head of my son’s cock between my pussy folds. He had his fist around his shaft, holding his magic wand straight up. With his eyes on the road, my husband never noticed how I lifted my body higher than I needed to or how I slid my pussy onto my son’s knob then sank down upon his dick. My husband, Colt’s father, didn’t see me bite my lip or look at him with an, I’m so sorry expression, nor did he see my eyes widen as I slowly lowered myself down the meatiest cock shaft I had ever felt in my life.

“Uh,” I moaned, unable to stop myself, but I held most of the emotion back within my chest, then I clenched my teeth as I slid down my son’s hard pole.

Oh, oh, oh, I moaned within my head as that wonderful, almost painful stretch spread my pussy lips wide. Even with my thighs spread beneath the blanket, getting that cock up my cunny tunnel was a tight fit. The tingling in my pussy spread outward, from my lips to my clit to my asshole to my stomach and down my thighs, unrelenting in the pleasure it brought me. My face burned hot, and I looked at myself in the side view mirror, seeing the pink flush in my cheeks and nose—I had the expression of a woman taking a cock for the first time.