Backseat Mom: Assfucking
Summary: A son fucks his obedient mother secretly in the car.
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This is the second installment of the Backseat Mom series. In the first installment, ” Backseat Mom: A Long, Hard Ride,” circumstances dictate that a mother must travel long distances on the lap of her college-age son. As time went on, she could no longer resist the temptation to ride her son’s insistent cock.
Note 1: Thanks to Robert, Tenzin, goamz86, and Wayne for editing.
Note 2: This story contains a lot of text messages.
If Corey is sending a text message, it will begin with C: and be underlined.
If it comes from the mother’s side, there will be an M : and it will be in bold.
Note 3: This story and the entire series was updated with new edits by Tex Beethoven in October 2018.
Backseat Mom: Assfucking
I woke up the next morning filled with guilt.
I willingly got fucked by my son in the backseat of the car while my husband drove us on the first leg of the long journey to my son’s college where he would start his higher education.
Last night, while my husband was sleeping, I sneaked out of the hotel room, went to my son’s room and fucked him again.
Guilt overtook me, and although the memory of yesterday and the night before sent shivers down my pussy, I crawled under the sheets and took my husband Alex’s cock into my mouth. I had only woken him up like this once before, the morning after we were married twenty years ago, and he had joked ever since that I knew exactly how to wake him up, even though he wanted me to do it again.
It’s always exciting to feel his flaccid cock slowly grow in my mouth… I love the power of using my mouth to make a cock hard.
I heard a slight whimper and wondered if he was having a sex dream or was awake.
After a few minutes, he cried out: “Oh my God, Sarah, what’s wrong with you?”
Just like yesterday, the correct answer would have been “your son’s big cock,” but that still didn’t seem like an acceptable answer to her, so I mumbled, “Just hungry and wanted a snack.”
“I’m not complaining,” he groaned as I slowly pumped him up and down, his cock fully erect in my mouth.
As it used to happen when we had sex in the morning, which was rare, he couldn’t last long and was soon spitting in my mouth. I swallowed it all and asked, “Want to take a bath with me?”
“Of course,” he nodded, a big goofy smile on his face.
He returned the favor in the shower, although he used the removable shower head instead of his mouth. He’s always happy to receive oral, but thinks it’s disgusting to give it, so he won’t do it. But the shower head was a great substitute because it made me come.
We were downstairs having breakfast with Corey and no matter how guilty I felt when I woke up, as soon as I saw him I knew I was going to fuck him again. I can’t explain it…except with the words “unquenchable desire.” Sex with him yesterday was exciting, whether we were risking the possibility of getting caught in the backseat, or having intense sex in his hotel room while my son had full control over me. The next morning I woke up full of guilt.
I don’t know what he was thinking of me today…but my pussy was already wet with anticipation, and the thong I was wearing, no doubt temporary, was already wet.
As we were eating, Alex asked, “Are you sure you can handle being crowded for one more day?”
I admit, “a little tight “, which could be what I meant, simply describing two people crammed into a space that could barely hold one person, or as the sexual innuendo Corey heard it.
“It is, but the longer we go on, the looser it gets,” he quipped, making me blush.
“I guess that’s true,” I said, smiling, trying to hide my shyness.
“Well, we got about a third of the way there yesterday,” said Alex, who was excited to finish the trip and spend some quality one-on-one time with his wife, who I’ve become inexplicably sentimental about lately.
Ten minutes later, we were on the road and I was sitting on my son’s lap again when he texted me:
C: Lifting your feet again?
I replied:
M: Easy access to your big cock.
he replied:
Chen: Don’t you regret it?
I reply to the text message:
M: I wouldn’t have done that to you before.
I felt like a high school kid again…waiting for my boyfriend to make the inevitable move.
A chill ran down my spine when I felt his hands grab my hips.
As soon as he lifted me from his lap, another wave of cold overcame me.
I looked nervously at my husband, but luckily he was focused on the road, which was slippery due to heavy rain.
I felt Corey pull my thong aside and gently set me down on his fully erect cock.
When I was fully seated on his cock, he sent another message:
C: Let’s sit like this for a while.
I nodded.
I spent the next hour sitting on my son’s cock. I wanted to ride it and grind on it, but I obediently sat on it. I tried to read a book, but it was no use as I couldn’t understand a single word. Instead, I endured the longest tease of my life driving me crazy.
When the rain finally stopped pounding on our roof, Alex asked, “How are you up there?”
“Just taking advantage of the moment,” my son quipped.
“Yeah, it seems a lot more cramped in here than it was yesterday,” I said.
“Should we stop and rest?” Alex asked. “There’s a truck stopping in about fifteen minutes.”
“No, we should try to wait until at least lunch time,” I replied, hoping to have an orgasm or two before he did.
“I’m with my mom and I can stay as long as I need to,” Corey said.
I was afraid he meant he wouldn’t fuck me during this long, dreary trip. I actually just said to my son, referring to the blue balls, “Don’t try to last too long, dear. You’ll get numb.”
“Oh, I have incredible stamina to keep up,” Corey boasted.
“Well, if you guys need a break let me know,” Alex said as the rain started again.
“Sounds good, honey,” I agreed, then added, like the driver’s perpetually nagging wife when I’m sitting in the front seat, “Focus on the road.”
“There’s nothing to do,” he agreed. “What else should I focus on?”
I wish you knew, I thought as I slowly began stroking my son’s cock.
I was disappointed as he grabbed my hips and held me in place.
I picked up my phone and sent her a text message:
Man: Why? Mom needs it now!
He took one of his hands off my hip and showed me his phone:
C: All good things come to those who wait…and obey!
I sighed. I’m so horny and I want it now!
Yet, there I was, like a fireman, with a hose but no water.
It took another half hour, though it was only three, before Corey placed his hands back on my hips.
I thought to myself, now the time has come.
I was ready for him to start fucking me, but I was surprised again when I felt his fingers start exploring my ass hole.
Did he really not want to fuck my ass? I thought to myself. Although I hadn’t had anal sex since college, I was surprised on the third day of our honeymoon in Niagara Falls when I refused to offer Alex my backdoor. Sometimes when I’m home alone I fuck my own ass…my favorite way is to double penetrate myself…usually I fantasize about double penetration in real life…it’s a fantasy of mine that never comes true.
I tried to relax and let his finger slide in, I had just put in a vibrating butt plug last week and the finger was pretty big. However, without lube, at this angle, it wouldn’t be as pleasurable.
His finger teased me for a few more minutes but didn’t go in, and then he eased my pussy back onto his throbbing cock.
When my pussy was full again, he sent me a message:
C: Put your phone on silent mode.
I have done this.
He messaged me again and started a long text message conversation:
C: Have you ever fucked ass?
I debated whether I should tell him the truth. I see no reason to be reserved or conservative with him at this point.
I answer clearly:
M: Not since college.
M: Not with a real cock anyway!
C: Daddy won’t you fuck your sweet ass?
M: Your father thinks it’s disgusting.
C: I can’t imagine what he would think: We have the same DNA and I love it!
M: I’m wondering if you were switched at birth.
Man: Haha.
C: So when was the last time you put something in that beautiful ass of yours?
Man: Last week.
C: Description.
M: Great!
C: Don’t make me beat you up.
M: <blushes> Is that a threat?
Alex also never spanked me, that was another thing I hated so much in college. What I really like is sharp little slaps on my clit when I get close, that’s another thing I do to myself when I’m home alone and use toys in both of my holes.
C: Oh, Mom, I wish I had known all this beforehand.
I wanted to send him some dirty messages… to keep him hard and horny, in the hopes that he would want me to start riding him, and I asked him some blunt and naughty questions.
M: Why, would you bend me over the kitchen table and shove this big sausage into my ass?
M: Or make me get on my knees and spank my naked ass because I’m such a bad slutty mom and won’t give you my sweet cock sucking mouth, my hot pussy and my tight warm hot ass for my son to deposit his sweet cum inside?
C: Oh my gosh, Mom. I would love to hear those words from you!
M: I love it when your cock penetrates my ass because you fuck me so hard that I scream and tell the world that my son is a dirty bastard.
C: You caught me, slut, I’ll let you go. You can start riding me, but please keep sending me messages.
I look forward to hearing these words…or reading them. I eagerly obeyed, moving my left hand over my husband’s seat and holding my phone in the other hand. As I was slowly rocking my son up and down, I looked out the left window and noticed that it was raining heavily. With the torrent making noise on the roof of the car and the wiper blades running at full speed, trying to give Alex enough visibility to drive safely, there was no way he would notice what was happening behind him.
C: Mom, nice and slow.
M: Oh my god, I just want you to bend me over and control me! I wish you could get rid of me!
C: Mom, you are such a slut.
M: I’m your slut, baby.
Chen: Forever!
I read the words.
A simple sentence.
There are no question marks, only claims.
I realized that this was more than just sitting back for three days…it could be more than that.
M: Besides this trip, do you want to continue fucking mom?
C: Mom, you are all mine now. I plan to have you visit me often so I can shoot lots of cum on you and make you feel swollen.
M: There’s no such thing as too much semen.
C: Is it a challenge?
Answer: Fact!
C: Do you have any experience in this field?
M: More fantasy than reality. But please do your best. Or get shot.
C: So what is your fantasy?
I thought about it. I could probably list a dozen. I wanted to be with a woman. I wanted to be double-fucked by two cocks. I wanted to be at the center of a gangbang or on a train.
M: I have quite a few.
Man you?
C: Tell me.
I continued to ride my son slowly, listing some of my fantasies.
M: I want to be with a woman.
M: I want double penetration.
M: I would like to be gang raped.
M: I want to go to a glory hole and suck cock over and over again.
M: I’d like three entrees.
M: I want to be with a feminine man.
C: A tomboy?
M: Cocks and boobs…the best of both worlds.
Medium: Haha.
My pussy is on fire as I tell my son my naughty fantasies. I want to come… no, I have to come .
Me: Do you want to see mom eating pussy?
M: Double penetration?
M: Gang rape?
M: Fist?
M: Take a semen bath?
C: Oh my god, they’re so hot.
He grabbed my hips and started thrusting into my slutty pussy. Knowing he was coming, I decided to keep sending messages.
Me: Do you want to fuck mom’s ass?
M: Beat the living shit out of mom?
M: Twist his ass?
M: Clean her asshole of cum?
I felt his cum explode inside me as my orgasm approached.
But then he pulled me back onto his cock and held me there, preventing my orgasm from exploding or progressing further.
C: Mom, I haven’t come to see you yet.
I was totally disappointed. I’m so close, so eager to get there.
A: Please!
C: No! Pet mothers will only attend with permission.
M: I would do anything.
Chen: Anything?
M: Mommy is your total obedient and slut, baby.
C: The scope of everything is quite broad.
M: Yes, dear, it is.
C: Are you ready for me to eat your pussy?
Man: yes!!
C: Would you fuck me and a friend at the same time?
The thought of fucking him and his good friend Calvin crossed my mind. Somehow, years of fantasizing, reading online literature and watching pornography were no longer enough for me. I wanted to live out all my slutty fantasies… with or without a camera, with or without an audience, I wanted to star in my own porn scenes.
M: Yes, please!!
C: If I join a fraternity, how about coming to my fraternity and being a cum bucket for the whole fraternity?
M: Oh my God!! With this thought, I can come and sit here.
M: Does my son want me to be gang-raped?
C: I am here to ask questions. But yes, helping you realize your fantasies is very thrilling for me and a source of satisfaction for my mom.
I was so eager to come…so eager to impress him…so much in love with him as a son and a lover…I used a word that would forever define our relationship.
M: Whatever you tell me to do, I will follow, Master.
Kendra: Master!! I like it.
M: That is what I mean, Master. I will obey you without hesitation or restriction.
C: Where is dad? If I click on that, will you yell “Your son is kicking my ass?”
Yes! Confrontation. I was so overwhelmed with desire that I forgot for a while that not only was I married, but my beloved husband was just steps away. The guilt came rushing back, which was ironic considering everything I had done yesterday and today.
Male:?
Man: I love your father.
M: I love you.
C: I love her too.
C: But it’s true.
real…
Yes?
This is raw.
very intense.
it is forbidden.
But…am I willing to end my marriage to be with my son?
Reality fell on me like a big broken window in a storm.
As I pondered this question without knowing the answer, Alex spoke for the first time in a long time: “We stopped at three miles. I need to pee, we need gas, and we should probably order lunch.
With a sudden feeling of guilt for suppressing my arousal, I agreed, “I might as well pee and eat.”
Corey said: “Me three.”
I stayed glued to my son’s cock until Alex pulled off the highway. I slowly stood up from his cock, feeling his cum and my wetness dripping off of me and down my legs.
When I smell the strong and undeniable scent of our unplugged sex, I am grateful for my husband’s anosmia…the inability to perceive smells (caused by meningitis as a teenager).
I slid the thong back over my leaking pussy and sat on my son’s right leg.
He sent me a message:
C: We will continue this topic later.
C: PS: I plan on fixing that problem sometime today.
We said nothing as we both considered the one flaw in such intense sex…my husband, his father.
I love Alex. He is a good man. A loving husband and a great provider.
Yet he could never understand my sexual desires or try to satisfy them. For years I thought sex was inherently boring. Yesterday’s naked sex had awakened the sleeping slut in me and I had no intention of letting it go to sleep again.
I decided to message back, willing to risk everything for more sexual intensity, my hungry pussy and ass overturning my moral compass…or whatever was left of it.
Mom: You are the best. My asshole is tingling in anticipation of your big, thick cock.
C: Well you better find some lubricant. Because with or without it, I’m going to hang that bastard the moment I get the chance.
As the car stopped in a large parking lot with several restaurants, gas stations, etc. nearby, I wondered if we could go to the bathroom without attracting attention.
But where do I get lube?
As soon as the car stopped, I got out of the car. I looked around, not looking for a bathroom, even though I had to pee, or a restaurant, even though I was hungry, but looking for a place that sold anal lube… which seemed impossible.
“Let’s eat first,” Alex said.
“No, let’s go to the bathroom first.”
“Okay,” she nodded. “Then let’s meet at the family restaurant there, I want some real food.”
“Sounds good,” I nodded.
I went to the bathroom, sat in the stall to pee, and suddenly got a text message.
C: I just googled anal lube options and apparently coconut oil is one product that works great.
I thought it would be easy to find, but not very easy. I reply:
M: Oh my god, I used the last piece to bake brownies this morning.
C: I’m looking for coconut oil or other lubricant. I want my slutty mom to be happy.
Man: Happy hunting!
A: Master!
After peeing I went to meet my husband.
He asked, “Where’s Corey?”
“I thought he was with you.” I lied.
“I should text her,” he said.
“Oh, let him be. He can fend for himself,” I said. “After all, we’re sending him to college alone.”
“Indeed,” she nodded. “Plus, it’ll give us some alone time.”
“I’m not going to give you a blowjob in any restaurant,” I quipped, then added, “but if you can find a secluded spot, I wouldn’t mind a quickie.”
“You’ve suddenly become dissatisfied,” he said, shaking his head thoughtfully.
