"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Chuck groaned, lurching so violently that he momentarily lost control of the car and swerved into another lane. A horn blasted an angry warning, and Chuck quickly steered the car back into the left lane.
Felicia was so startled, she nearly bit into Chuck's cock, but she stopped herself, her teeth only lightly grazing his prick base. The close brush with what might have been a serious accident had sent her heart thumping heavily in her chest; had aroused her to a high state of alertness, and this sudden increase in energy was quickly turned into desire. She sucked harder on his cock, sliding her idle hand beneath her dress and tearing at the waistband of her panties so she could diddle her pulsing clit.
Frantically, she scrabbled through the dense thicket of her cunt hair till she found her cit. Then she began pressing on it with her index finger, twirling it around and around, mashing it hard into her groin.
At the same time, she began to ease back off Chuck's cock, revealing inch after inch of his saliva-soaked prick until only the head lay nestled in her hot mouth. This she played with, tickling it with her tongue, laying and sucking it while she handled his balls and continued to jack on her cunt.
When Chuck tore his eyes torn the road and stole a glance at his mother, he was overwhelmed by the lewd vision she presented. Her tits heaved beneath the flimsy material of her dress, and her thighs quivered with sexual tension as she poked two fingers up her hot cunt. She was so wild and hot that her cock sucking was becoming sloppy and she finally let Chuck's prick slide from her mouth.
For several moments, she finger-fucked herself crazily, tossing her head from side to side as she stirred up a storm of sensation between her sleek thighs. But just as she felt herself approaching an orgasm just as she felt ready to leap into a good come she remembered her duty. She stopped her finger-fucking and turned once again to the needs of her son.
Grabbing the boy's gorgeous cock, she got into the position she Was in before, so she could take his whole prick down her throat. This time, she flexed the muscles of her neck and throat around all his sensitive fuckmeat, and Chuck began shaking with desire. His mother's marvelous technique was like nothing he had ever experienced before. The pressure on his cock, the velvety smoothness of her warm, clasping throat were creating unbearable pleasure and desire.
"Aaah! My God! My God!" he cried out, and with the last fleeting seconds of control, he pulled the van onto the shoulder of the road, lifted up on the emergency brake, and let go with a heavy load of cum down Felicia's throat.
His jism came in a big gush, and Felicia thrilled to the excitement of it. It tickled her throat as it slid down into her belly, and she scratched at her clit and pumped her cunt even harder, so that she came only moments after Chuck did.
His prick began to shrivel almost immediately, and as it slid from her mouth, she rested her face on his moist thigh, rasping Jo catch her breath, feeling him fighting for air, too.
The cars whizzed past them on the freeway, and Felicia hoped to God none of them stopped to help, particularly a highway patrolman. She had a vision of how she and her son would look to anyone who might come by half undressed, her finger stuck up her cunt, her boy's limp prick lying next to her mouth on his thigh. This struck her as funny suddenly, and she began to chuckle, the chuckle gradually turning into a full, throaty laugh..
At first, Chuck looked confused, not knowing what she could possibly be laughing at. But then the corners of his mouth tugged upward, and he, too, saw the humor in their situation. He began to laugh, and they laughed together like that for several minutes.
Finally, when the laughing fit had passed, they looked at each other, their eyes sparkling, and without a word, straightened their clothing. When it was safe, Chuck eased the van onto the road, and they continued their journey to the family cabin, up by Lake Tomaha.
Felicia had been delighted that morning when Chuck had suggested they go up to the family cabin together. It was like having a special love nest all their own, away from the eyes of prying neighbors, in the midst of a thickly forested area, nearly half' a mile from the next nearest cabin.
In another half-hour, Chuck turned off the main highway and followed Hollow Gorge Road until he came to the small, unnamed dirt road that led to the cabin. Felicia felt a thrill rise in her as they bumped along the rocky, rutted byway. With each lurch of the van, she felt a flutter in her heart and cunt.
Hot from the long dusty drive and the satisfying suck session in the van, Felicia was ready for a shower when they finally pulled up in front of the cabin.
They lugged the few supplies they had brought with them into the house a couple of towels, a loaf of bread, some tins of tuna and soup, and a bottle of wine. Then Felicia began to strip out of her dress, undoing the halter strap at the back of her neck and letting the garment fall down around her hips and then to the floor. She stepped out of it quickly, and giving Chuck a come-hither look, she turned to the bathroom, exaggerating her walk so that her luscious, flaring hips wagged sexily from side to side.
Like a love-sick puppy, Chuck was right on her heels, his tongue lolling from his mouth.
She turned on the tap of the shower, and for a moment, there was a tremendous grinding in the pipes; it had been several months since they had last been used. At last, water spurted out.
"Take your clothes off, silly," she said. She was all eyes as he slid out of his cut-offs and revealed his hardening cock to her. She never tired of that sight, never tired of the fact that the sight of her body could so turn on the boy.
"Come join me, darling," she whispered, and then she stepped into the stall.
Chuck was not far behind, arid when she moved out of the way in the cramped little area to allow the water to rain down on him, she grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering his chest, taking great care to massage him as she did so. She fondled his prick and balls lovingly, then slid her hand behind them and into the. crack of his ass, soaping it carefully, letting her finger stray momentarily into his hot little asshole.
Chuck flinched. It made him uncomfortable that she had touched him there, and she noted this with some amusement. In his own way he was something of a prude.
"Now it's my turn, darling," she sighed, and she handed him the bar of soap.
He smiled boyishly. His gaze was riveted on her delectable, out-thrust tits, the water dripping in streams between them, some drops clinging to the stiffened ends of her nipples. He worked up a lather in his hands, put aside the soap and reached out for one gorgeous tit, cupping it in one hand as he lathered it with the other, making sure to tweak the nipple when she had finished. His hard, wet cock nudged her groin, and she found this very exciting as he continued to touch her, working first on the other tit, then down over her belly and between her hot, wet thighs.
"Oooooh," she sighed, as he sawed his soapy hand back and forth between her legs, across her open pussy, fingering the meaty labes of her nut.
She pressed herself against him, moving first to one side, then to another, so that their slippery bodies slid against each other. It was wildly erotic, that sleek motion, the water streaming down on both of them.
Overcome with desire, Chuck tried to slip his hard-on between her cunt lips, but she stopped him, smiling mysteriously, reaching up to give him a quick kiss on the lips.
"No, let's get rinsed off and out of the shower," she said. "Then, I promise you, I'll give you a fuck you won't soon forget."