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I am a good mother; I want you to know that. I love my son, as a mother should, and what I’m about to tell you doesn’t mean I have anything but the purest love for either of my children or my husband. This was all an accident and, as embarrassing as it is to tell you about, I want you to know I took no pleasure in what happened, even though circumstances may make it seem otherwise, to the perverted mind. I would never even dream of doing anything like what happened on purpose.
It all started when my oldest son collapsed on the kickball field in his freshman year of high school. We rushed to the hospital to meet him and his teacher, where the doctor proceeded to tell us about Joey’s heart condition. The short version is that he was born with a defect that hadn’t been detected until he passed out during sports that day. We were advised to keep his activity levels down and not to scare him or stress him or his heart. Joey’s heart was working at less than half the capacity of a normal heart. Excessive stress could cause his heart to go into seizures and kill him.
The doctor put him on medication to improve his heart’s output. Joey took it in the late afternoons because it made him sleepy and on two occasions, we found him sleepwalking. The doctor said restlessness in sleep was a normal side effect. He warned that we shouldn’t wake him up when he was like that, just watch him and keep him safe. Otherwise, he was a perfectly normal kid who just had to take a little medication to keep his heart working at maximum flow and stay away from scary movies.
His younger sister, by three years, was perfectly fine with a perfectly normal heart. What a relief.
The day came when my baby boy was nearly all grown up and we went on a road trip to look at colleges over the Summer of his Senior year. We had six colleges all lined up in Up State NY and planned a week long road trip to tour each one.
Joey, Missy, and my husband, Al, and I packed our bags and piled into our 5 seater SUV to head out across three states. We were very comfortable and had lots of room to stretch. The big bench seat in the back was very nice and after a few hours of driving, I declared myself ready to take a break and let Al drive. “I’m going to ride in the back and take a nap, who wants the front seat?”
“Oh! Me me me me!” yelled Missy while bouncing against her seatbelt on the passenger side in the back.
We moved our spots at the next rest stop and I climbed in the back with Joey. Al had this new CD he’d ordered over the Internet that he’d been playing a lot lately. My husband hit the autoplay button and the New Age sounds of weird mood music soon filled the car. I was starting to become rather fond of it, so I didn’t mind it as much as I did the first time he’d insisted on playing it around the house.
Now let me explain. It was the height of Summer and I liked to ride with the windows open to enjoy all that fresh air. I hate the AC and so, I was wearing a very light Summer dress with long-ish narrow shoulder straps that allowed it to fall to about mid-thigh. It was actually an intsy-wintsy bit shorter, but I’m not trying to split hairs. Ok, it may have looked, with the wind blowing and from a lower angle, a fair amount above mid-thigh, but really, it wasn’t that bad. Al’s CD was playing when I’d picked out the outfit and I may not have been paying as much attention to how short it was, as I normally would. Like I said, I was starting to get kinda into Al’s odd taste in music.
At 41, I liked the way my legs looked. I did a lot of walking and bike riding to keep Al interested, and it worked. My breasts probably also caused the dress to lift a little higher than it was designed to do, but really, without a bra, my DD-cup breasts didn’t stand out as much as they would with a bra; even if my husband said they looked bigger when I didn’t wear a bra. So, I kept that effect to a minimum by going braless.
Enough about me, the point is, my son and my husband and my daughter were all dressed for the heat. Al in his khaki shorts and Pollo shirt and Missy in her own short Summer dress and Joey in a loose pair of nylon workout shorts and a tank top. His muscles were really growing. Even though he couldn’t workout with cardio-excersize, he still lifted modest weights and it showed.
So we started on the road again and it was coming on to night. Joey, leaned away from me and closed his eyes against the opposite window, which he’d rolled up and tucked a sweatshirt against. I smiled and leaned onto my son’s muscular shoulder and asked if it was okay to use him as a pillow.
“Sure Mom, no problem.”
He stretched an arm around me and I put my arm across his ribs to hug him while tucking my cheek against his collar. I couldn’t help but admire the tone fitness of his torso. I am a proud mom and that is not something to be ashamed of.
I’ll be the bigger person and admit that I even noticed the bulge of his loins. I had accidentally opened the bathroom door, a few days back, when he was stepping out of the shower and I caught sight of him down there, just before wrapping a towel around himself. Al was playing his mood music and I was just getting lost in the rhythms while going about doing laundry. I had even thrown my own jeans and t-shirt in the machine and wasn’t even thinking about what I was doing when I walked upstairs in nothing but a brand new pair of French cut thong panties to collect more laundry.
I was so mordified when I realized we were both standing there with almost nothing on. Joey wasn’t hard or anything, but I couldn’t fail to noticed he had nothing to be ashamed of in the manly department, either. I even felt a little pride that he seemed to be every bit as well built as his father, in that aspect too. I’ll even come clean and admit that the moments after he saw me, before he recovered from his shock and finally drew his towel around his lean hips, I saw his member start to lengthen and swell. I couldn’t help but feel more than flattered at that response.
Al just laughed when we turned and saw him standing in the hall looking at us. How embarrassing. I can’t imagine what my face looked like, very red, that’s for sure. God, I spent the rest of the day replaying that moment in my mind.
Joey shaved down there. Since I had just recently started waxing my own neither region, I couldn’t stop seeing my son’s bare genitals in my mind. I became hyper-aware of my own baldness and how sensitive and sexy it made me feel.
In the backseat of the car I listened to the beat of Joey’s fragile heart and thought it felt strong and healthy to me. The gentle shaking of the car was comforting and I listened to the mood music from Al’s CD as Joey’s breathing grew softer and deeper; a quiet snoring started in his throat. It was so comforting to listen to my son’s heart, his breathing and that music, so relaxing.
Then I opened my eyes when there was a sharp bump that jarred me out of sleep and my jaw was suddenly stretched wide open as something soft and spongy and very large wedged my teeth apart and pressed into my mouth. It filled the space over my tongue and I instantly realized, as the corona of the hot, turgid head popped completely into my mouth, what it was.
I moved to jerked myself upward, but there was a hand draped over my head, holding me in place. I paused to redouble my efforts to extract the giant cock that pressed into my mouth when I heard Joey snoring above my head.
Oh my God! I realized then, that I had my seventeen-year-old son’s erect cock in my mouth!
I instantly felt fear that I could cause him to wake up and experience the kind of stress the doctors had warned us to keep him free from. It could devastate him emotionally.
I paused, feeling the heat of my son’s stomach against my cheek. The buried head in my mouth pulsed, and I felt the flair and swelling of his cock head press against the roof of my mouth. I couldn’t help pressing my tongue against it. It seemed to force my jaw wider as the blood filled the thickening member. It was just a reflex due to the amazing smoothness of that taught crown, just a reflex to run my tongue over that silky soft gland to fully measure and understand what was in my mouth while my mind was still staggering from what I woke up to find.
That simple movement caused the blood warmed organ pressed tightly between my lips to expand even more and another inch pushed into my mouth.
I tried, I really tried to open my mouth as wide as I could and gently lift my head up from where I lay, my cheek pressed against my son’s abdomen.
When I first woke, my arm was stretched across Joey’s lap, but in that initial panic, I had brought my hand up and grabbed at the object invading my mouth. It was thick and hard and, it seemed, inflexible, as it thrust upward between my lips.
My hand was now resting on Joey’s heavy testicles (apparently underwear was too hot to wear) and my fingers wrapped around his pulsing root, the fingertips buried in the nylon material of his shorts as they rode up and exposed his huge rigid member.
I raised my head against the pressure of Joey’s hand resting on the back of my head. I felt the thick shaft slip out of my mouth. I thought I was going to be able to do this. I was about to get my son’s cock out of my mouth when the flaired helmet-like ridge of his spongy head caught the back of my teeth. I couldn’t open my mouth wide enough to clear his engorged crown without scraping him.
“Aowh!” my son grunted in his sleep. His hips thrust upward and his right hand was joined by his left hand on the back of my head. Suddenly there was more cock in my mouth than before. I felt the blunt smooth tip against the back of the roof of my mouth. Any farther and my son would be tickling my gag reflex with his cock.
I clenched the root of his shaft with desperation to hold him back. I couldn’t help but be impressed when I realized he was filling my mouth completely and I had my fingers wrapped only part way around his shaft, yet my lips weren’t even touching the fist I was trying to grip him with.
I heard Joey’s snores stop. My eyes flew open, once again, in anticipated shock of when he woke to find his mother going down on him in his sleep.
There was a moment of silence, only the quiet background music from my husband’s CD, my lips stretched wide. I stopped the breathing through my nose as I tensed my left arm to spring up as soon as he discovered me. Then, he sighed in a long exhale of breath. I felt his shaft throb and it jerked in my hand. His hips twitched, knocking the tip of his blunt gland against my tonsils. He held himself sheathed all the way into my mouth firmly for a few seconds. The pressure of his arms across the back of my head, immovable. Finally he relaxed the downward pressure on my head and his snoring resumed a little louder than before.
The salty warmth of a generous amount of precum began to mix with my saliva. I almost thought he’d cum, but the pulses and twitches of his member weren’t enough to indicate an orgasm.
I was so relieved when he relaxed his grip and resumes snoring that I forgot, just for an instant, where I was, as I listened to that comforting music. I sucked on the warm thick member in my mouth, swallowing the viscous lubricant and savoring the smooth silkiness of the head as I ran my tongue along and around the vainy member. It actually felt comforting to have my mouth filled so fully. I marveled, just for that instant of relief, at the hardness and the sheer size of my son’s warm male shaft in my mouth.
I have never shied away from the idea of giving head and have even experimented lately with deepthroating Joey’s father. That had gotten a little awkward when I decided to do it under the kitchen table early a couple of mornings ago.
It was nearly an hour before we normally woke the kids, so Al had put his CD on to cover any noise our sleeping children might hear. I served Al his breakfast and playfully slid under the table while he peppered his eggs. I had just start working Al’s eight inches completely down my throat when both our children decided this was a good morning to get up early.
I was working my lips down over Al’s hard-on when I saw two pairs of bare legs step up, next where my husband sat. He instantly scooted farther under the table and reached down to cup the back of my head so I wouldn’t panic and give us away. My lips bottomed out against my husband’s pubic bone.
Al made an excuse for my absence and sent them to take care of their own breakfast. I had to remain kneeling under our dining table with a cock in my mouth the whole time, while my children poured themselves each a bowl of cereal and pulled chairs up to join their father at the table. Al had a somewhat stiff conversation with his kids while his cock was secretly buried in their mother’s mouth for nearly half an hour. Al came all over my face just as his kids were clearing their bowls at the sink only eight feet away. It was exciting, sure, but very humiliating and anxiety provoking too.
So, this is not what I would normally call a sexual turn-on. Believe me when I tell you, I was not doing any of this for my own pleasure. My tongue was pushing against my son’s shaft more to try and spit it out than for any sensual pleasures. The results, however, seems to cause more of that thick fluid to flow from his tip.
“Daddy, there’s a sign for a Pop-n-Fry Chicken. Can we get something to eat?” I heard my fourteen-year-old daughter ask her father in the front seat.
My situation hit me like a freight train. My husband of 18 years and my innocent fourteen-year-old daughter were wide awake in the front seat of our small SUV while I lay across the back seat with my sleeping seventeen-year-old son’s thick erection in my mouth.
Once again, I tried to lift myself off of the huge member stretching my jaw.
I couldn’t get my teeth past the flair of my son’s cock head and the sudden scrape of my teeth on his most sensitive spot caused him to buck his hips up and force his engorged member back into the depths of my mouth. I swallowed, in my frustration, and his hands gripped my head firmly while my son, still snoring, began to pump his hips up and down, working his cock back and forth inside his own mother’s mouth. I was being mouth raped by my sleeping son and I felt helpless to stop it.
“See if anyone is awake and interested in food.” My husband told our daughter.
I froze. I couldn’t pull away for fear of doing harm to my son’s heart and all I could see in the darkening evening was the crumpled nylon of my son’s baggy shorts and his naked thighs. I was laying across the back seat, one hand pinned under me, the other resting on Joey’s naked testicles and encircling his rigid, pulsing shaft, he had both his hands and forearms resting heavily on top of my head as his body lay against his door in sleep.
What should I do? Should I rip my mouth off the giant cock that filled it and probably wake Joey up with the sudden pain of both my teeth scraping his sensitive head and the shame and embarrassment that could, not only emotionally scar him, but also cause more stress on his weak heart than he’s ever felt before? Or, should I let my fourteen-year-old daughter discover her mother sucking her big brother’s cock while he slept and live with the consequences of trying to explain myself?
I stopped my struggling and I froze in indecision.
Joey had been fucking my mouth in his sleep, his erection stretching my jaw as much as it’s ever been stretch before and I couldn’t do anything but hold frozen over Joey’s lap with that hot shaft working back and forth between my lips and cheeks.
Fortunately, that seemed to be the best choice. I held my mouth open and still, as wide as I could, and Joey seemed to settle down again. His hands pushed and I let him force me down over his hard-on even more. I took a deep breath through my nose and pushed, relaxing my throat, as best as I could. I told myself, ‘DON’T GAG!’ and my throat opened. I felt the stretch as I shifted to a better angle and... miracle of miracles, my lips slid farther down that giant vainy shaft, pushing against my fist. I slid my hand down to cover Joey’s balls and took the rest of his cock down my throat until there was no visible part of my son’s cock for his sister to see. I held still, concentrating on listening to the music, focusing only on the music.
There was rustling from the front seat and the quiet click of the seatbelt mechanism. I strained, water was running from my eyes. It was pitch black with my face buried against my son’s lap. I felt the grip of joey’s hands in my hair tighten and that turgid shaft flexed and jerked as it sheathed its entire length down my throat. Seconds passed as I waited to be discovered. My lips spread open around that thick cockroot, pressed hard against smooth bare skin and thin nylon.
Then I heard my daughter whisper, “Joey’fast asleep and Mom has her head in his lap. It looks like she’s sleeping too.”
Oh sweet relief. I came back up when I heard her reclick her seatbelt. My eyes streamed tears, mucus coated my son’s cock and my lips and chin. I actually managed to pop that huge invader out of my mouth and get a breath. I was on all fours, head draped over my son, taking deep breaths, but trying to stay controlled, so as not to cause a commotion. Joey’s hands were still on my head, but I’d overcome his somnalitic strength.
I opened my eyes and looked down at what was in my mouth moments before. Good God, my son was huge. He had to have been over ten inches long. He was at least two inches longer than his father. Did I really have that entire cock down my throat?
I couldn’t help it. despite the situation, despite my racing heart and ragged breath and the intense anxiety and embarrassment and shame I was feeling for just having been sucking my own son’s cock, I felt a little pride. I was proud of how big my son was and I was proud that I could deepthroat his entire hard cock like that. It hurt, but not in a particularly bad way. I wanted to gag, but I had controlled it.
Joey started snoring again and he shifted as I stared down at his naked erection only about an inch below my gasping mouth. Then his hands suddenly tightened and I found myself being forced down over his shaft again.
Oh God!
He twisted in his sleep and my face was pushed right down to his stomach again. I quickly swallowed defensively and had my son’s hard cock balls deep in my mouth once more. He actually felt deeper than before.
The copious lubrication of my mucus and his precum made the sheathing of his hard fleshy sword down my throat, quick and relatively easy. I say ‘relatively’; it still wasn’t easy and I had to concentrate on not letting myself gag as the spongy head of Joey’s hard cock wedged itself deep down the inside of my neck.
Joey grunted something unintelligible in his sleep, “Yeanaumbee, zunknygog.” and his hips tilted up to press harder against my face.
“Ha ha ha, Joey’s still talking in his sleep.” I heard Missy say in a not so quiet whisper. “What do you think he’s dreaming about?”
I could hear the click of Missy’s seatbelt again and the rustle of cloth. I returned my hand to the base of Joey’s thick cock, to cover his exposed testicles and held still, very still, as still as I could with a giant erection cutting off my breathing and stretching my esophagus beyond anything I’d experienced before.
There was a sharp jiggle of Joey’s hand against the back of my head, forcing my mouth to move against my son’s naked shaft. “Yep, he’s still hard asleep. Can we just do the drive-thru? I need to wrap my lips around one of their tasty chicken-dogs and suck down a thick shake.”
“Okay Missy, clip your seatbelt back on and leave your Mom and your brother to their thing in the backseat. You and I can get our own thing going up here. Get your mouth ready, the exit’s just a mile and a half ahead. You’ll soon have a mouth full of thick milkshake to suck down.” Al said cheerfully.
Then I heard another rustle from up front and felt the broad heavy hand of my husband reaching back between the seats and stroke my head below where Joey’s hands were resting, as I held my son’s giant erecting down my throat. Al slid his hand along my neck and across my right shoulder in a soft caress and didn’t even notice as he peeled my shoulder strap down with it. I felt the light fabric of my dress fall away from my right breast. The open air stirred my nipple to full erection.
“Your mom needs her chance to get her fill of more than food right now.”
Al removed his hand and I listened for a moment to the CD playing quietly in the background as I began to really need to come up for air. Then Joey started to move.
“Aahh.” He groaned, as he started rocking his hips against my face, “zuuggid auwwdaway dawn, naumnee.”
His hands clenched and his hips pulled back popping the head out of my throat, then pushed forward again. I’d just managed to catch a quick breath through my nose. Joey started fucking my throat in long full strokes. His plum-like head popped out of my throat every few pumps with such wet relief that I breathed short fast breaths in through my nose while keeping my mouth wide open over his shaft.
I suddenly saw an answer to my problem in the images racing through my mind to the rhythm of the music and my son’s fucking. I had to get my son to cum. I had to actively fellate my son’s cock to orgasm before I could get him out of my mouth.
The relief I felt at having a positive solution was enough to allow me to really get into sucking on that giant cock. I pulled up to get him out of my throat and started using my tongue to scoop at the puddles of seeping precum that collected in my cheeks and against the underside of Joey’s bulbous head. I swallowed the thick liquid before clamping my lips tightly over that seventeen-year-old cock and sucking on it with intent.
I pushed my head down to take him to the back of my mouth.
“Owhh Essps, nonmbi! zugg ne djess iegg zzad.”
The pressure on my head increased a little, but I was able to raise my head back up to feel my son’s cock head on the tip of my tongue before I dropped my head back down. I released the suction and took him back in to the back of my mouth again. I slid my tongue along his shaft, feeling the vains and pulsing of that hard muscle under his soft skin. I clamped my mouth around him with hard suction and lifted my head again.
I raised my mouth up along my son’s throbbing shaft until the head flaired just behind my teeth. Then I pumped my mouth back and forth in small quick pumps over that sensitive gland head.
“Aughhh esssss, iak dad. Veew zoa goohha!”
It sounded like my boy slurred nonsense words in his sleep, to me, as I increased the tempo of my mouth sucking and pumping on his hard member.
My daughter giggled. “Joey must really be having a good dream.”
I opened my throat, as best as I could in a sudden panic and plunged my face down against my son’s lap. I felt Joey’s hands tighten on my head and he groaned. I froze again, trying to hide the length of the naked erection thrusting into my mouth.
I tried to take the same position I was in before and held still with my son’s turgid manhood stretching my jaw open while my lips smashed down against his bald pubic bone.
“Ha ha ha, you should see Joey’s face, Dad. He’s having a real good dream. It looks like he’s dreaming about his birthday or something, and there’s drool running out of his opened mouth and dripping into Moms hair. Mom hasn’t even noticed. Her head is still buried face down in his lap. Hee hee. Maybe she could tell what he was dreaming about, if she was awake.” My daughter whispered irreverently to her father.
I blushed and felt the heat wash over my face. I struggled to hold still, but I couldn’t help trying to bury my burning face even farther down in my son’s lap when I heard Missy’s comment. Joey groaned again and lifted his hips against my straining mouth. My throat spasmed and contracted around the invading shaft. I tried to concentrate on the music, to keep from gagging.
“Ads id. Daighg id aw da ay daowwn rerr drote, monbi.”
“I think I can almost make out what Joey’s saying.” my innocent daughter announced, and I felt her breath on the back of my head. She must be leaning between the seats trying to hear her brother’s words better. I felt the hot tears squeeze from my eyes as I strained to shut them tighter in panicked hope.
“Missy, here’s our exit, let those two finish sucking on Zs without your oral commentary. You get to suck on a Thick Shake and feed on a big hotdog. In the meantime, give your Mom and your brother some privacy.” Al said in a harsh whisper, trying to convey to his daughter that she should be quiet.
“Yeah, sorry. They’re Chicken-dogs, by the way, not hot dogs.” Missy’s voice came from back in her place in the front seat again.
I felt the car slow down on the exit ramp. I needed desperately to come up for air. Hoping Missy had followed her father’s instructions and turned back around, I pushed against the seat and Joey’s lap with controlled panic. I managed to lift up until just the head of my son’s cock was in my mouth. Joey’s left hand fell away and his right just rested loosely across my head.
The car slowed more and came to a stop at the intersection. I held myself, gasping, up on my arms, my mouth, once again, managed to pop all the way off of my son’s engorged erection. His hips jerked when my teeth scraped past the flaired rim of that blood filled helmet. His right hand clenched in my hair, pulling ineffectually, but otherwise, letting me come up.
I hung there, out of breath, saliva, mucus and Joey’s precum dripping thickly from my opened mouth down over that huge rod of throbbing muscle. My hand pressed against Joey’s testicles, while my index finger and thumb hooked around the pulsing base of that pole of flesh and kept it from slapping wetly against his stomach. All I could do was hold myself in the air as I tried to gulp it in past the viscous bubble of fluids running from my mouth and my nose.
I concentrated on Al’s background music to hold on to my sanity and my consciousness. I had done it. I still couldn’t believe I had managed to take that whole giant cock all the way down my throat AGAIN without gagging and throwing-up all over my son. A sense of pride and power washed over me as I hung there gasping.
The intersection was under a street light and I could clearly see my son’s massive erection thrusting up out of my small hand. I was trying to hold its base with that engorged muscle awash in the clear slick fluids dropping from my mouth. I hardly even noticed my exposed right breast hanging freely below my chest, behind the vision of Joey’s extraordinary organ.
The sound of a couple of cars wooshed by and then we pulled out, taking a right. We were moving again and I thought, I better get my son off before we get to the drive-thru, and I leaned back down and got back to work sucking Joey’s hard member back into my mouth.
I stretched my mouth as wide as I could over that purple blood engorged head and worked my tongue along the flair to fit it back between my teeth and into the depths of my mouth when I realized what I had just done.
OH MY GOD! I was free. I had gotten loose from my son’s insistent dreaming sexual need without waking him. He hadn’t spasmed in his sleep and pulled me back down. I could have pulled away, maybe found a shirt or a blanket or something and cleaned Joey’s erection off and tucked it back into his shorts, and no one would have known. I would have been able to get away with little embarrassment and just my own secret knowledge. Joey wouldn’t have had stress on his heart and we could go back to our trip as planned.
Now, in my lack of thought, I had continued to follow through on my plan to make my son cum. I was only thinking of ending the ordeal and when I managed to break free without the need to make my son orgasm, I was unprepared. I now had to finish the job and it stabbed at my conscience that I could have avoided that. I was back in the position of having to suck my own son to orgasm, while he slept, before we got to the drive-thru window, and it was my own thoughtless that forced me back into this position.
I had no idea how far off the highway the drive-thru was, so there was nothing I could do but get to work on the enormous erection that was stuck back in my mouth. I began to suck my son’s cock with all the skill I had.
I worked the head, ran my tongue around the ridge and traced the frenula as I applied suction and began to bob my head over Joey’s cock. I plunged down over his lap and clamped my lips around his vainy girth when his oozing tip pressed against the entrance to my throat. I sucked my cheeks in with hard suction and pulled upward. I felt the bulbous head glide against the roof of my mouth and my tongue until he was just at my gaping front teeth, then I plunged back down over him again.
I came up and rolled my tongue around my son’s excited crown and sucked him deep in to the back of my mouth over and over. My hand felt his testicles tighten. I curled my fingers around my son’s full twin eggs and squeezed lightly. Joey buried his fingers into my hair again. I knew I was getting my son close when his hips started to hump up to meet my mouth as I pistoned down over his cock again and again.
I felt the car slow and heard the blinker turn on. I matched the pace of the clicking blinker with my mouth, up-down, up-down, up-down, up-down. The car turned into the Pop-n-Fry Chicken, bouncing up into their parking lot. I strained to keep my teeth off Joey’s sensitive head and sucked harder. I had to finish my son off.
“Auohhh, zoe gudh, nawmni.” Joey slurred. He humped his hips in time with my mouth and moved both of his hands to clutch my head in his sleep. My son tangled his fingers into my hair and began working his cock in and out of my mouth on his own, forcing my head to bob faster, up and down over his throbbing erection.
The wet slurping sounds of Joey’s cock pistoning in and out of my mouth filled my ears and me with anxiety. Still, I heard the scripted voice, as the car slowed to a stop, “Welcome to Pop-n-Fry Chicken where we make our special cocky sauce fresh for your mouth, every day. Can I take your order?”
I squealed with desperation around my son’s huge pumping cock. We were in the drive-thru line at a public restaurant and I was trapped with my seventeen-year-old son’s cock fucking deep into my mouth in the back seat while my husband and fourteen-year-old daughter were placing their orders in the front seat. I was going to be caught any second.
My husband ordered, “Two large ‘Thick Shakes’, a Chicken-dog and a nine piece bucket of the ‘Sausey Cock’ with four orders of sweet potato fries and two large ‘Cocky Club-Member Pops’ Please.”
I was choking on my son’s cock as I worked frantically to get him to cum. It was hard not to just get up onto all fours and work on that hard beautiful, massive cock. I was distracted by my awareness of the need to stay as low in the shadows of the back seat as possible.
“That will be fifteen sixty-nine. Please pull up and pay at the first window and thank you for coming to Pop-n-Fry. We are always glad to service you.”
I felt a quiver vibrate through Joey’s body. His testicles seemed to swell and pull upward as I squeezed them in my hand. The car began to move towards the payment window.
Oh God! My mouth stretched around my son’s cock as I plunged down over him. Joey tightened his hands around my head and drove me all the way down his shaft. He buried his giant erection into my throat and I strained to swallow his entire length.
My lips met the soft skin of his hairless groin and my cheek pressed against the thin wet nylon of his crumpled shorts. I tried to hold still when I heard a young girl’s voice say, “That will be fifteen sixty-nine please.”
My throat was stretched to the max and Joey’s cock was pulsing and jerking down its length. I held on and actually pulled downward against Joey’s hands as he was trying to lift my head back up for another stroke. He strained against me in his sleep, then reversed and pushed down. I fought to hold still. My son’s hands worked up and down against me, but finally settled on complying.
There was the rustle of Al handing the girl his credit card and then I head Missy say, “Look at them, Daddy. They’re still in the same position. Joey sure is a hard sleeper. Mom doesn’t look too comfortable with her face buried in his lap either. I can’t see how she can even breath.”
I tightened my throat around Joey’s buried cock when I felt my daughter’s hand push at my head, apparently trying to turn my face up. I fought to hold rigidly still. Joey’s erection throbbed in the depths of my throat and I was running out of breath. Was it dark enough to hide the fact that her brothers cock was balls-deep in my mouth?
“Let them be, Missy. I’m sure they will appreciate you letting them finish getting their hard earned needs taken care of. The box of Sausey Cock will wait for them. You have your own Shake to suck on and a big Chicken-dog to stuff in your mouth.”
“Please pick up your order at the next window.”
We pulled ahead and I managed to come up far enough to catch a breath through my nose before I had to plunge back down over the thick member thrusting up from my son’s lap.
Joey groaned in his sleep and pushed with his hands. He pulled my hair hard and I’m sure I would have yelled in pain except he went balls-deep down my throat again. His testicles felt ready to burst. I gulped, thick mucus was pooling around my lips. I fought to work my tongue against my son’s hot vainy shaft, trying to clear some of the fluid that was collecting to overflowing in my mouth.
“Here you go, four sweet potato fries, a nine piece box of Sausey Cock, two Thick Shakes, two large Cocky Club-Member Pops and a nice long Chicken-Dog. Enjoy.”
I was going to make it. I felt a rush of accomplishment. I couldn’t believe how powerful it made me feel to know I could get through this ordeal, that I could handle a cock that big all the way down my throat and not lose it.
We were about to pull out and I lifted my head just an inch in preparation for the all-clear. Joey’s cock spasmed. He was cumming, and it was not going to be a second too soon.
“Excuse me, can I get a tray for the drinks?”
I couldn’t stop it. I tried to squeeze my son’s balls to hold off his emergent ejaculation. Joey clenched. His cock grew impossibly thicker in my mouth and I actually felt the first shot of seman rumbled along the length of his shaft with my mouth and tongue, then inside my throat before it burst from the deeply buried tip. Joey grunted in his sleep.
“Here you go. Have a good night.”
I lifted my head to gag, more seman jetted out into my throat. Joey gasped and raised his head, the sweat-shirt falling away from the window. I came up higher and a third blast of seman filled my mouth as my son’s cockhead pulled out of my throat. Mucus and seman began to drop down his spasming shaft.
The car rolled slowly forward, would I make it?
Joey’s whole body jerked, a big mouth full of my son’s cum erupted from his spasming member, and suddenly I was free of his cock.
I looked up at the window, swallowing the load that filled my mouth. The drive-thru window slid slowly into view, the drive-thru’s courtesy spot light panned past the driver’s window to light up my son’s seventeen-year-old face. His head tilted back, eyes closed and a relaxed smile of contentment adorned his face. Drool sparkled down his chin in the artificial lighting.
Laying across the seat, I picked my head up from my son’s lap. His massive erection glistened in a thick bubbling coating of his own seman, my saliva and mucus. I could feel the bottom half of my own face covered heavily in the same mixture.
I raised myself up higher, bringing my torso up, so the top of my slipped dress slid down my arm and exposed my large right breast completely. I shifted my eyes to look past the contently sleeping face of my son to lock eyes with a young man, no more than my son’s own age. His mouth fell open in absurd surprise as he saw a clear, well lit view of what was going on in our back seat.
I wanted to die. I was ready to open up a hole in the ground and jump in as I held myself there on all fours, my son’s huge gurgling erection naked in my fist, tilted to aim directly at my face. His cum dripped thick and wet from my chin. Joey spasmed one more time and a gob of my son’s seman lobed in a low arch out of the end his cock and plopped right between my eyes, while the teenage boy watched with an unbelieving stare.
I couldn’t even think, as my tongue swipped up a large gob of my own son’s cum that was oozing down from my nose and over my lips. I automatically swallowed it as that teenager in the service window craned out of the louvered opening to watch.
Hell!
Then we were pulling back out onto the road. I took a moment, Joey’s cock deflating in my hand still. I bent and captured a large mass of his seman with my mouth as it slid slowly over the corona of his cock head. I was thinking it needed to all be cleaned up and my mouth and tongue were all I had to do it with.
I finally sat up, taking a deep breath. I wanted a moment to compose myself. My own family members were still unaware. I hadn’t been caught by my son or daughter or husband. I couldn’t help clearing my throat, however. It was tight and sore.
“Honey, you’re up.” my husband observed, adjusting the rearview mirror. “There’s Sausey Cock Chicken and a large Cocky Club-Member Pop, if you want something to put in your mouth.” Al said, turning the mirror to look back at me. “Oh, Ha Ha, Honey. You’ve got a little drool on your face. Perhaps a napkin first. Actually, it’s more than a little drool, I can see.”
“Yes, thanks. Better give me a few more, I think I got it all over our son too.”