Chapter 2
Brenda knew what she was going to do before breakfast was over.
She had watched her son eat, his eyes on her almost all the time. They glowed at her, as if he knew what she was thinking about. She watched him drink three tall glasses of milk with his breakfast, and she noticed her son was anxious to get back in the car. There seemed to be silent messages between them.
As she paid, Brad hurried to the car. By the time she climbed under the wheel, he was shifting about on his ass, darting eager glances at her.
"You want my dress up again?" she asked, her voice low.
"Would you, Mom?" he asked, his excitement obvious in his voice.
She winked at him, pulling her skirt up past her ass this time. It rested at her waist, more of her panties exposed. "How's this?"
"Golly, that's great, Mom!"
"For who?" she teased. "You don't have a hard-on anymore."
"Just wait," he said. "I will."
They drove along the highway, with Brenda taking her time, staying below the speed limit. She was in no hurry to get home now. She was enjoying this teasing game with her son, but she had decided, during breakfast, to go as far as her son wanted.
Even if he wanted to fuck her, she would let it happen. She wanted him to fuck her.
They had gone about ten miles when Brad said: "Mom, I gotta pee."
She grinned. "I don't see anything ahead of us. You'll have to wait until we find a service station. Can you hold on that long?"
"I don't think so," he said, squirming in the seat, pressing a hand between his thighs. "Why can't I go on the side of the road?"
"Someone might see," she cautioned, looking far ahead, then behind. "But there's no traffic. Okay, I'll pull over."
She stopped the car, and Brad opened the door, climbing out.
But he didn't shut the door. He left it open, standing there in her sight, and opened his pants. Brenda's breath caught in her throat as she saw him fish inside his open fly, and then his cock was out. The tingling between her thighs was strong. She had the sensation she was about to come, just from seeing his cock. Brad looked in her, his eyes shining. Brenda's skirt was wrapped about her waist, her panties revealed. She sat almost stiffly, staring at her son's cock, her lips parted as she gasped excitedly. Brad gave a moan of relief as he began to piss. Brenda's cunt seemed to throb with more intensity as she saw the golden piss flowing out of his prick. Her clit felt much too sensitive to be squeezed between her thighs, and she parted them to release the pressure. She had not realized how exciting it could be to watch someone pissing. Maybe it was her son that excited her so much, she felt. Maybe she wouldn't feel this gnawing hunger if it was someone else taking a piss in front of her eyes. She gazed at his cock with smoldering desire, seeing the smooth cockhead.
Brad giggled as he pissed, holding his cock with a thumb and forefinger. Playfully, he swung his cock, trying to make wet designs in the dirt. Brenda giggled with him, girlishly. She felt a twinge of disappointment when he stopped, sending a final squirt of piss out of his cock. She watched him shake his prick, and was delighted when he climbed back into the car without zipping his pants.
"I guess you did have to go, didn't you?" she said once the car was back on the highway. "I never saw anyone piss so much in my life."
Brad giggled. "I sure did have to piss, Mom."
It struck Brenda what she had said, and she turned to look at her son. She burst out laughing. "Well, that's what it is-piss."
"Piss . . . piss!" Brad gurgled, feeling deliciously naughty to say the word in front of his mother.
For a while they drove in silence, her skirt about her waist. Brenda was acutely aware that her son's fly was still open, and she wanted to pull his cock out, see it, touch it.
"I thought you said you'd get a hard-on, honey," she finally said in a whispery voice. "I don't see one yet."
"You will, Mom," Brad laughed, and he pulled his cock out of his pants.
"Oh, my!" Brenda gasped, glancing at his prick.
Brad seemed very proud to have his cock showing for her. Brenda's cunt throbbed wetly between her thighs, and she pressed them together, and just as quickly opened them. She couldn't take the pressure on her clit.
She watched his cock from the corners of her eyes, and saw it twitching, swelling, becoming hard. Brad sat with his hands at his sides, but his eyes were on thighs and panties. Deliberately, Brenda lowered right hand to her lap, and traced a fingertip along the lacy edge of her panties.
"Are you gonna play with yourself again, Mom?" Brad asked, his voice husky with emotion.
Brenda's eyes flashed happily at her son, and she hooked a finger into her panties, drawing them to one side and giving her son a quick glimpse of the thick curly hair of her pussy. She heard his breath suck in quickly, and repeated the exposure.
"How's that, darling?" she asked, her voice throaty.
"Nice, Mom!"
Brenda saw his cock standing straight up from his open jeans, the cockhead smooth and swollen. She saw his piss hole flaring, a bit of moisture on it. She pulled her hand up to the elastic waist of her bikini panties, and pulled them away from her pussy, stretching them. Holding her panties stretched away from her cunt, she darted a glance at her son.
"How's this?" she asked huskily.
"Gosh!" Brad swallowed noisily, leaning over and peering down inside his mother's panties. "That's pretty, Mom!"
Brenda sucked in a deep breath.
"Want to . . . want to touch it?" she whispered, her voice quivering.
"Golly! Is it okay, Mom?" Brad asked, trembling with excitement. "I can touch it? You'll really let me touch you there?"
"Shove your hand in my panties and feel," she urged.
Brad was gasping as he shoved a shaking hand down into his mother's panties. Brenda felt his fingers sliding through the thick curls of her cunt. She held her breath, her body trembling with desire.
"Lower," she hissed, opening her legs wide under the wheel. "Shove your hand lower, Brad!"
Brenda felt his fingers pressing at the swollen lips of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh, Brad!" She lifted her ass slightly, pressing her hand against his.
"Mom, it's awfully wet and hot!" Brad grunted.
"God, yes!" she moaned. "Feel it! Feel me!"
Brad was gasping as he moved his hand inside her panties. His cock throbbed, jerking about in the air. Brenda released her son's hand. She couldn't stop herself now. She grasped her son's stiff cock with tight fingers, squeezing it hard, feeling it throb in her fist. She moaned and began to jack her fist up and down swiftly.
"Ohhhh, Mom!" Brad gurgled.
"Feel me up, baby!" she urged, steering the car to the shoulder of the road as carefully as she could. "Feel Mother up! Ooooo, it's been so long! Touch my pussy, Brad!"
She managed to stop the car and set the brakes, but didn't turn the engine off. She didn't care about the engine right now. She turned to face her son, drawing a knee up on the seat between them, pumping frantically on his cock. Brad's hand was inside her panties, feeling about her cunt.
"Stick a finger in me, baby!" she rasped.
"Stick a finger inside me and go deep!"
Brad did.
Brenda squealed as she came.
She gripped her son's cock hard, her cunt flexing about her son's finger, contracting in hot waves of orgasm. She gasped and pumped up and down on his prick, her fist tight, making the cockhead bulge sweetly. She felt her son's finger trying to move in and out of her cunt, trying to finger-fuck her, but she was sitting and there wasn't much room.
"Brad, baby," she hissed. "Do you want to ... to fuck me?"
"Golly!" Brad croaked. "Mom, do you mean it?"
"Yes, I mean it!" she moaned. "Do you want to fuck me, baby? Do you want to put your cock in my pussy and fuck me?"
"Oh, yes. Mom!"
"Hurry!" Brenda squealed, jerking her panties, trying to draw them down her thighs in the cramped confines of the front seat. "Ohhhh, hurry and fuck me, darling!"
Brad was trying to get on top of her, and
Brenda gave up trying to get her panties off. She leaned back on the seat, her head resting on the window of the door, the steering wheel crowding her. She spread her legs as far apart as she could, her eyes glazed with wild and intense erotic desire. She caught her son's cock that throbbed from his open pants. Pulling at it, she brought her son between her thighs.
"Hurry!" she gasped. "Ohhhh, Brad, hurry and shove your cock in me! Ooooo, I want it so badly! Fuck me, Brad! Fuck me now!"
Brad's cock stabbed forward, and Brenda sucked in a deep breath as she felt the swollen prickhead slide past the hairy, fiery lips of her seeping cunt. Then his cock was up her pussy, deep and throbbing. Brad's eyes were closed tightly, his young face contorted with the unbelievable sensation of his cock wrapped up in a juicy, boiling cunt.
Brenda clutched her son's ass, feeling the tight smallness of his asscheeks through the jeans. She felt his cock throb inside her cunt, and afraid he would come off too fast, she began to grind her crotch against him.
"Oooo, darling, darling!" she whimpered. "Pump it to me! Shove your cock in mother's cunt, Brad! Fuck me, baby! Ohhhh, God . . . fuck me!"
She hunched her hips up and down, her hairy cunt fucking on her son's cock until he caught her rhythm, then he began to fuck in and out. The friction of her son's cock against the clasp- ing lips of her cunt sent Brenda into an orgasm immediately. She screamed softly as her cunt exploded about his cock, sucking and gripping with liquid heat. She dug her lingers into the cheeks of his ass, feeling the roughness of his pants scrape her soft inner thighs. She didn't care; it felt good at this moment.
Brad's head rested on her cushiony tits. He gasped and panted as he fucked his cock in and out of his mother's cunt vigorously. Brenda clung to his bouncing ass, twisting her own beneath him. She kissed the top of his head, trying to dig her fingers into the cheeks of his ass to urge him to greater speed and deeper depths. His jeans were too tight for her to hold his ass the way she wanted, but she managed as best she could.
"You're so hard, Brad!" she gurgled as her orgasm faded away. "You're so very hard! I can feel it real deep in me, baby! I love a hard cock real deep in my pussy! Ooooo, fuck me, darling! Oh, fuck mother, baby! Mother's cunt needs that sweet, hard cock! Fuck me for a long, long time!"
Brad was much too excited to talk. All he could do was grunt and groan and ram his cock hard and fast in her pussy.
There was a sound of a car passing, but it was only a distant roar in Brenda's head. She tried to wrap her long legs about her son's hips, but the dashboard was in the way. She planted one foot on the floorboard, the other on the seat, her son between her legs, pounding up and down in a frenzy, fucking his cock into her cunt with wild abandon. The liquid sounds excited Brenda, and she didn't remember hearing those sounds when she had fucked before, with her early dates or her husband. But they seemed very loud now, and it added to her perverse ecstasy.
The words tumbled from her throat, the words she had suppressed for many, many years. She strained her fiery cunt powerfully upward, trying to give her son as much access to her pussy as she could in the cramped space.
"Fuck it, fuck it!" she bellowed insanely. "Fuck that cunt, baby! Fuck that hot pussy! Ooooo, what a hard cock you have, Brad! Your cock is so hard up mother's cunt, fucking me! Give it to me . . . pound my cunt, darling! Smash my hot fucking cunt!"
Brad's grunts became tighter and closer together. She could feel his prick throbbing powerfully deep inside her pussy. She felt as if her cunt could feel the ridges of his cock, the swollen cockhead. Each time he fucked into her, his cock crushed her inflamed clit, bringing squeals of rapture out of her tight throat.
"Ohhhh, you feel so good in me!" Brenda continued, hardly aware of what she was saying. "Sq hard and long and big! You have a big, wonderful cock, Brad! I love your prick, baby! Mother's cunt loves your big hard cock! Ahhhhh, fuck me hard, darling! Ohhhh, you'll make me come . . . again!"
The boiling sensation of another orgasm swirled about in the pit of her stomach, sending the ecstatic heat along her inner thighs. She squeezed her son between her legs, then flung them wide again. Her long clit was about to blow apart, and her tits felt hard as rocks, her nipples straining inside her bra and blouse. She closed her arms about her son's back, her fingers digging at his flesh through his shirt. She arched her head back, her neck tight. She squeezed her eyes to the brightness of the sun and the rapture of her runaway emotions. She arched her hips up, grinding her cunt lewdly onto her son's plunging cock.
"I'm going to come!" she screeched. "Ohhhh, Brad, Pm going to come!"
The rippling tightness of her convulsing cunt grabbed at Brad's cock, the hairy cuntlips squeezing and pulling, sucking on it. Brenda screamed again, louder this time. The orgasm took control of her, her body going stiff, with the impossible tremors shooting from her head to her toes. Her cunt kept sucking at her son's cock in a greedy, hot manner.
Suddenly, Brad's head shot up from her tits. His eyes were huge, bulging out. His mouth was open, and a loud, drawn-out wail came from him.
Brenda felt the increase in the throbs of his cock, and then the heat of his creamy come juice splashed the walls of her demanding cunt.
"Ohhhh, you're coming too!" she sobbed. "So sweet, Brad! Ohhhh, baby, I feel you coming! I can feel your cock squirt it to me!"
Brad fucked his cock into his mother's cunt, gushing time and again, the thick come juice roaring from his young balls up in the length of his hard cock, bursting out of his piss hole with force. He kept pushing and straining until he finished, then slumped on top of his mother, gasping for air.
Brenda cradled him between her thighs, stroking his back, running her hands under his shirt now to feel the flesh as he shook and panted deeply. She felt her cunt squeeze his cock, then felt him going soft inside her. She gurgled with pleasure, her cunt twitching as his cock slowly pulled from it.
Brad sat up, leaning against the passenger door.
Brenda remained spread out lewdly on the seat, the crotch of her panties caught on a puffy cuntlip. She felt very weak, and didn't want to move. Brad gazed between his mother's thighs, seeing her cunt, watching it glisten with wetness, the thick pussy hair along that revealed her cuntlip.
Slowly, Brenda shifted, shoving her legs under the wheel of the car.
She felt her cunt oozing come juice, and giggled.
Brad's eyes looked lazy, sleepy, but he smiled at her.
"I forgot to turn the car off," she said. Her eyes dropped to his cock. It rested out of his open fly, wet with the juices of her cunt. She giggled again, and patted his prick. "Did you enjoy it, Brad?"
"Golly, Mom, I sure did!"
"You wouldn't tell your father, would you?"
"Tell him?" he replied. "Mom, I don't wanna visit with him anymore. Not if you're gonna let me do this."
"I guess I should pull my skirt down, now," she said.
"Oh, don't do that, Mom!" he said quickly. "I wanna see."
Brenda felt a thrill ripple through her. Brad was nothing like his father at all. His father thought she was obscene if her dress was up. He hadn't really enjoyed looking at her, she felt, But her son ... he loved to look at her.
"I'll make a deal with you," she said, her voice low. "I'll leave my skirt up if you leave your pants open."
"Yeah!"
"With your cock out, of course," she grinned at him.
"Mom, you sure said a lot of things when we were . . . you know," Brad said.
"Tell me what I said."
Brad giggled childishly, but his. blush was going away. "You said cock and cunt and pussy and fuck and . . . you know."
Brenda poked her son playfully in the ribs "And you loved hearing me say them, didn't you?"
"Yeah!"
She looked up and down the highway. "This is a hell of a place to get fucked," she laughed. "Right on the side of the fucking road."
"Who the fuck cares?" Brad giggled.
"That's right-who the fuck cares?" she repeated. "I think I have to piss now." She opened the door and stepped out, walking around the car to the passenger side. "You won't look, will you, baby?"
"You watched me, Mom," he reminded her, his eyes glowing brightly.
Brenda slipped her skirt up her thighs, looking at her son from lowered lashes in pretended shyness.
"You might see my pussy," she said.
"I might," Brad laughed gleefully. "Go on, Mom. Take a piss ... let me see your pussy."
Brenda lifted her skirt to her hips, still watch-ing her son with her pretended shyness, a smile on her face.
"I better take my panties off," she said softly. "I don't want to piss in them."
"Sure, Mom," Brad said, leaning out the window with shining eyes. "Take your panties off. Show me your cunt!"
"Ahhhhh, you want to see Mother's cunt, do you? You're awfully naughty for a young boy. Do you know that?"
"Who the fuck cares?" Brad laughed.
Brenda laughed with him. "Sure, who the fuck cares? You want to see Mother's cunt, then you can see Mother's cunt!"
She stripped her panties off, flinging them to the side of the road. Again she checked to make sure no cars were coming, and squatted, facing her son. She opened her knees wide, watching his eyes bulge with pleasure at seeing her cunt. He could see the pink of her pussylips as the thick cunt hair parted, and then Brenda began to piss. The golden stream hissed from her pussy and splashed on the ground, making a puddle. She kept her eyes on her son's excited face as she pissed, her knees wide open.
The awe on her son's face gave her pleasure, His expression was enough to tell her he was very, very different than his father. Brad enjoyed this, loved to see her being lewd and obscene. Watching her son's burning eyes, she ran a hand along her inner thigh, toying with the strands of her cunt hair as she pissed. Sliding two fingers along her cunt, she opened the lips of her pussy wide, sending piss in a long strean over the ground.
Finished, she stood up, smoothing her skirt over her hips and legs, then she started around the car again.
"What about your panties?" Brad called.
"Who the fuck cares?" she called back at him, laughing with pleasure.