Unspoken Pleasure

Christine ran her hands through her son's hair. She rubbed his arms. Wrapped her legs around his backside. Mother and son weren't really fucking, there wasn't enough room for that. They certainly weren't making love, though they both felt profound affection for each other in that moment. They were rutting. Humping like animals in heat. The whole car rocked back and forth with every thrust. Their grunts and whines ricocheted through the tiny cabin. The car stank of sopping pussy and meaty dick.

"I. Love. This. Cock!" Christine cried, punctuating each of her son's pushes. Driving himself deeper and deeper into his own mother. "I. Love. My. Son!"

Austin wanted to take in everything about his mother's body. Everything was so close he could only focus on the way her pussy wrapped around his dick. Her arms and legs squeezed him in. He couldn't even thrust, just rock and shake. It was more than enough.

Austin felt his own explosion coming far too soon. Why couldn't he last forever? He'd give up the heightened pleasure, the extreme ecstasy, if he could keep doing this and never stop. But that option wasn't on offer. And Austin could feel the end coming far too fast.

"Oh, Mom. Mommy. I'm getting so close. Can I...? God, I want to cum in you so bad," Austin said.

"You'd damn well better," Christine said with a play growl. "Just let Mommy get there first, baby, OK?"

Austin slowed his strokes.

"Slowing down's not... not gonna get me there any quicker," Christine said.

"Going faster isn't going to fix anything either," Austin said. He quickly pulled out of his mother. His cock twitched violently but it didn't blow. The blond son looked down at his mother's pussy. Her legs spread lewdly open. Her labia puffy and gaping too. She couldn't have been more on display if she was the world's dirtiest taxidermy.

Austin grinned and dove into his mother's box, licking her for all she was worth. It really was a day of trying new things. Christine's pussy tasted so much like sex, it made Austin's cock ache. Musky and sweet all in one. Austin suckled at her pussy like feeding at her teat. He lapped up her juices, then latched onto her clit.

"Oh FUCK!" Christine screamed. That solved the problem right quick. Austin kept battering his mother's clitoris with his tongue while she writhed under him. He watched his mother's eyes widen. Her lips pursed. The orgasm fluttered through her; he could see it. God it was so sexy. Her body twitched like she was attached to an electric current. Finally, she pushed her son's head back.

"Austin I... Oh God, Austin I need..." Christin was rambling. Austin grabbed his dick and rammed it into his mother's snatch. "Oh, FUCK YES!" the blonde woman cried out as her son once again filled her womb. The place he'd come from, the place he longed to be once again. His mother's pussy was perfect for him.

The entry alone was almost enough to put Austin over the top. His mother's sex was squeezing tight, even more than before. Austin got his whole cock buried in his mother's snatch just as his orgasm overtook him.

Christine gasped. The sensation of her son's dick was enough to push her right over the edge again. The pleasure overtook her so fully, she didn't even notice that her son was inseminating her. Seeding the source of his own life. The blonde mother gasped for air and clawed at Austin's back as the pleasure seemed to almost drown her.

Austin's own orgasm was tight, almost burning. Rope after rope buried in his mother, the blond boy held onto her tight, unable to think or move. Just reveling in the pleasure that his mother's pussy had given him. The aching heat spread through his chest and his arms. Engulfed him till he lost all sense of where he was.

Austin came back to consciousness. He felt very sticky. He carefully lifted off his mother, the last of his spend dripped onto the backseat of the car. Christine sat up and hugged her son, unable to end the contact. She kissed his cheeks, his forehead, his lips. Finally, they both went still.

Christine let go off her son and leaned back against the door. The two of them lay there, naked, looking at each other in wonder. Panting and covered in sweat and other substances.

"Whew! Well that was something," Christine said.

"Sorry Mom," Austin said.

"Stop being sorry! You just gave me the best fucking of my... Well, you showed your old mother a very nice time, how about we say that."

Mother and son both giggled. Christine moved back into the front seat. Austin admired her most private parts as she climbed back over.

"What do you know? My clothes are a little drier," Christine said. Austin went back to the driver's seat. His outfit was still soaking, but he didn't have a choice. When he was finished getting dressed, his mother grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "Look, Austin."

"I know. We need more control," Austin said.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"No, what you just did. What we did? It was amazing. Wonderfully, incredibly amazing," Christine smiled at him warmly, "I'm not mad or sad or regretful or any of that."

"You're saying we can keep doing this?" Austin asked. He couldn't hide the desire in his voice.

"No. I mean, it would be great but... No. But we also have to set realistic goals for ourselves. This was going to happen. It had to. We're not going to be able to just stop like that. We never were. I want you to know that this is OK. I'm still proud of you. You're doing an amazing job. This is just... It's hard. And I love you very much."

"I love you too, Mom," Austin said. Christine leaned over and gave her son a chaste kiss on the cheek. Austin turned on the car. The rain had slowed. He looked around, suspiciously. If anyone had seen them, noticed the car rocking back and forth suggestively in the supermarket parking lot, they hadn't stayed to see. Austin breathed a sigh of relief. As great as this was, he couldn't think about what getting caught would mean.

Mother and son drove home in silence. Both seemed to be catching their breath. The heat blared down any sounds, but it didn't help with Austin's soaking clothes. When they pulled into the garage, Christine stopped him one last time. "I meant what I said before. This is nothing to be ashamed of. I'm glad it happened because it means we can start moving on. But maybe... Maybe we keep it to ourselves? I don't see how telling anyone is going to help." "Of course, Mom," Austin said with a smile. They unpacked the groceries and brought them upstairs, both grinning like idiots.

*

James got off the conference call and leaned back in his desk chair. His home office was well appointed with a large dark desk, a leather executive chair, and thick pile carpet. It smelled of wood stain and old money. He hated everything about

it.

It was really Christine's room. She had picked out the furniture. It had her diplomas up on the wall. Her job as an ophthalmologist was more likely to require working at home, so that's how they'd set it up. It made sense, it just didn't make James feel any more comfortable in there. He felt like an intruder in someone else's world.

James was trying to get back involved with work, but it was a struggle. After everything that had happened, it was hard to care that sales were 1% below estimate or that their new biologic therapy was going to need another round of clinical trials. It all seemed so trivial in comparison.

Also, people kept asking when he was coming back. James didn't have a good response to that. He knew he must sound perfectly fine over the phone. Everyone had to be gossiping about what was going on. But much as James wanted to simply start work the next day, he didn't think he was truly ready. Sure, things had been mostly normal. He'd even slowed down with Molly. Yes, their 'little rests' were still a regular occurrence. But they weren't even touching each other anymore. That had to mean something right? And the rest of the family seemed to be doing even better than that. Austin, Lexi, and Christine appeared to be completely chaste. His wife had even insisted he come back to bed the night before. James wasn't going to miss that fold out couch in the basement, that was for sure.