Cabin Snow In Ch. 03byTimRailing©
Aaron squinted hard looking through the windshield into a bitterly cold, snowy night. Snow reigned down on the highway, painting everything with a layer of white. They were in the middle of their five hour journey home and were apparently the only ones crazy enough to venture out onto the roads. The heater was just barely fighting back the fog from creeping across the glass.
"Shit..." he muttered under his breath as tree cover became less dense and the snow came down heavier. The road conditions were getting hairy. "This car ride is going to dragon on forever, I'm barely going 30mph" he thinks to himself, "I'm up here, stuck navigating this car through a blizzard, and my two brothers are in back, exploring mom's body. They probably have her folded like a pretzel back there. I got the short end of the stick on this one."
They had all piled into the car three hours ago but his brothers and mom had piled into the back. Apparently after two hours of rubbing up against their mother's warm thighs, curvy butt, and ample breasts, the sexual tension needed release. He was sure that it had begun with wandering hands, taking advantage of situation to leisurely explore the softness of their mother's body and for her small hands to slide beneath his brother's waistbands. What began as quiet, soft, playful laughs turned to barely audible moans, almost entirely covered by the sound of the engine and the wind.
As their moans grew slightly louder, so did the noise from their acts. Occasionally the very distant, wet sound of sucking would carry into the front. It sounded wet and messy, he thought.
Regardless, he kept his eyes on the road. Mostly he just watched for the markers on the side of the road, he had both lanes to himself. As long as he didn't make any sudden jerks it seemed like he had control, so he just kept it slow and steady.
About another half hour went by and they were still going at it. The build had been slow and gradual but there was no mistaking the current situation in the back seat.
The sound of his mother sucking dick was unmistakable. The sloppy sound of her wet lips popping as she the head of his dick popped from her mouth filled the car. In long silences he found himself wondering if she had switched to licking and sucking balls. She seemed to enjoy that act quite a bit. It was more than likely that from the bottom of his ball sack to the tip of his massively long cock, his brother was soaked with her saliva. She seemed to like making her boys' crotches into hot messes, he had learned that much over the past days.
He was more than frustrated with jealousy but didn't trust his brothers to take the wheel. He contemplated pulling over. Then he could have her climb up front and straddle him and he'd be able to get full handfuls of his mother's buttocks as he marveled at her breasts. He knew she'd lean back and squeeze her beautiful globes of flesh for him. But he knew that pulling to the side, with the snow so deep, would risk getting stuck.
Aaron took his hand off the wheel to reach down and adjust his growing erection. His cock had grown long and stiff and was pushing into his stomach. It was pushing his waistband away and his growing cock needed more room. He readjusted it, using his boxers to trap it against his left leg instead. He could feel the last few inches exposed beyond the end of his boxers.
The stench of sex was filling the car now. He could smell the aroma of his mother's pussy. He was sure that his brothers had slid their fingers into her and probed her warm cunt. She was like a teenage girl and couldn't take the tease. Just two of her son's fingers inside of her was all it took for her to suddenly be wet and bucking her hips to meet each insertion. He loved that feeling and grew even more jealous with each whiff of her juices. He enjoyed having his fingers inside of his mother, feeling her pussy lips and juices, and even the fine hairs of her pussy. This was an area private to her, kept from him for all the years of his life until now. He had seen glimpses of her breasts and butt in bathing suits growing up. But never had he experienced his mother's pussy in anyway. It was private and forbidden and the most taboo of places to touch any woman, never mind his mother. He wanted so badly to bury his face in the softness of her cunt and to lick that center of womanhood that was supposed to be forbidden. He enjoyed the few soft scratches of hair that her razor had missed and the soft bucks of her hips to meet his tongueÉ it was the peak of forbidden eroticism for him. Her scent was not just bothersome, he was drunk with arousal from it and fighting to keep his concentration.
The moans from behind him grew very slightly louder. The sounds were wet and repetitive. She was working his brother's cock in rhythm now. It sounded like Ethan was moaning and breathing deeply. He knew his brother's cock was growing, pulsating, and throbbing to it's fullest shape. His mother's mouth must be around Ethan's member. He listened to his brother cumin and knew that his mother was sucking hard now, her mouth being flooded with warm sperm. He could picture her beautiful face, jaw strained, mouth full, and he pictured that erotic moment where her he could look at her throat and see her swallow her son's cum.
He heard several more sighs from behind him, some shuffling, and then all was quiet.