Review of klrxo's Boobs and Boners

As it was meant to be…..

Wow….

"Review Of Klrxo's Boobs and Boners:" - Thirty-nine Year Old Fertile Mother, Linda and Eighteen Year Old Virile Son, Bobby.

Having read this brilliant pulse-rendering synopsis of the original story does major wonders to my psyche and sexual libido!!. The thoughts of an adolescent, virile cum-pumping son, Bobby and his mature, needing-a-baby mother, Linda, makes my sexual prowess get up and yell!!! Having read this "review" for the third time (12 October 2022)--previously "almost 8 years ago" and "almost 9 years ago" is a rarity for me. This great themed and descriptive tale of the "Grand Dame" of male/female incest, but for the many aspects of this incest genre stories that I diligently seek in blood-kin. male and female incestuous relationships, bent on lasting familial relationships, producing a progeny of heirs. This "review" fits my incestuous gratification and lust of reading material like a well formed glove! Great REVIEW, 'Oedipus_Sex'

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very nice story EXCEPT for the holes. All true, but super mature 18 yr olds are actually dumber than a box of rocks. on promise of death to keep their secret, he can't! LOL they are soon in the hoose gau! LOL

I see what you did there. This was very enjoyable, and for those who enjoy these stories played straight this is a nice nah at the genre of mother/son incest. Would love to see you tackle more like this. Maybe a review of dad/daughter, bro/sis? Or Branch out to teacher/student (be easy to make fun how people think it's an accomplishment for a high school boy to nail his teacher but society would want to string the teacher up by their balls if he were a man.) Either this is enjoyable and deserves to be rated higher.

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Ms Oedipus (of my eternal dream's), you have critiqued 'Boobs and Boners' in universal and blissful language and seemingly carnal knowledge! Digging deep into my psyche and etched-memory bank I cannot recall a review or critique, or even a short or long story, that has expressed my emotions and feelings and love and respect of seemingly true and realistic mother and son incestual consummation and pregnancy!!

Ms Oedipus, you have an uncanny ability, forsight for theme and content, and the wherewithal to manage fictional roles, dialogue and characters into awesome, realistic and stimulatingly sexual, romantic mother and son's incestual consummated fucking and procreation pregnancies, of producing perfect babies for the wannabe eventual parents!! With all sincerity and untmost respect I urge you to supply our devious and deminted, lusting minds with incestual, mother and son and pregnancy reading material needs, fetishes and visions of reality and fulfilled fantasies for patrons and reading deviants like me! Your loyal reading servant, Chas.

Not to belabor the point, and with just a few simple words: Ms. Oedipus_Sex, you have given a Raving review, very precisely, very erotically, very sensually lucid and stimulating--and did not (which I love) mince words!! My kind of Lady!!

P.S. Don't take the bullshiiitters barbs seriously; they like to "hear" themselves smuggly "pounding sand up someone's ass"! Trying to teach low-information people how to not be ignorant is a losing proposition. They can't see the forest for the trees, i.e., they want to always micro-manage everything and everybody!!!

Dedicated to retired04

His original (Part I) can be found here:

http://www.literotica.com/s/sitting-on-my-sons-lap

“Well dear, no hot dogs. Looks like it's one of those breakfast-all-day diners…that OK with you guys?” Dad asked as he pulled the car into the dusty, roadside truck stop.

“That's fine honey, breakfast is good… any time of day… right, Mike?” Mom said, faking a yawn and smiling as she looked up at me, trying to hide the risky, panting lilt in her voice.

She was still sitting on my lap, grinding her plump, meaty ass on my crotch while I had my hands on her hips, hitching her skirt a little as I thrust back at her.

“Ugh…yeah, mom…” I grunted. I hoped Dad understood that as an affirmative to her question and not the moan of pleasure it really was.

Her thin, summer dress and panties and my shorts and boxers were the only barriers right now as we continued our dry humping, and I was enjoying the ride for as long as I could before we had to stop soon.

Ten miles ago, it was a whole different story I chuckled to myself.

The day had started innocently enough.

It was a hot, late August morning (nearing noon) when Dad, Mom and I finally finished filling our car to the brim with all my stuff that I'd be taking to college, five hours away. I thought we had everything packed, then realized last minute my big, flat screen TV had been left out and insisted we make room for it. Little did I know that my immature insistence on taking that hunk of electronics would be my ticket to a fun, all-day ride with my sexy, mature Mom.

She had borne me (her only child) when she was only 19 and now eighteen years later, she was still in the prime of her life and looked it. Mom was petite; maybe just over 5 feet tall, with wavy, shoulder-length, dark brown hair and big, brown eyes that had naturally long lashes. She looks a lot like that actress Mary-Louise Parker from the show “Weeds”, but about ten years younger and in my opinion much prettier and with a cuter face. Of course, a few hours ago I wasn't thinking about any of this as we already were starting off late for our trip and I was a little ticked off at Mom for delaying our departure by making us all shower again before leaving. I didn't see any point in it and just wanted to get going, but it was a hot day and we were all sweaty from hauling and packing all my stuff.

Finally, we were ready to go and it was then the full realization hit me that with my big 42” TV taking up most of the middle of the front seat, there was really hardly any room for Mom and me to fit. Dad and I hopped in first. He took a look at me and asked if Mom and I were going to be alright, barely able to see over the TV (it was turned sideways with the screen facing my side of the car). Mom squeezed in and plopped on my lap and said she was fine, mentioning she was more worried if Dad could even be able to drive.

We hit the road at last and I gazed absentmindedly in the side-view mirror, bidding farewell as we drove along: to my house, my neighborhood and all the familiar places I had know the past 18 years. Mom hardly weighed anything at all, and it was only when we hit the highway maybe twenty minutes later that I noticed here she was, sitting on my crotch, her smooth bare legs touching mine. My last thoughts just before this had been about my ex-girlfriend, with whom I had just broken up a week ago (she was going to a different college and claimed a long-distance relationship wouldn't work and we should just part amicably). The mixed feelings of maybe never seeing her again and the frustration of not having had any pussy the last week were on my mind when I suddenly realized here was my Mom-- her warm, sexy butt pressed firmly on my cock and pent-up balls, with only a few layers of fabric in between. To my horror, my repressed lust was getting the better of me and I was getting a boner! Mom surely would have to have now felt the sprouting log of my erection as it responded to the unintended female stimulation her ass had caused. She had switched the radio on and I tried to focus on the music to take my mind off the awkward situation, but it wasn't working.

I got a little light-headed and, having nothing else to steady myself with, inadvertently brushed against Mom's bare thighs with my hands. Mom began squirming a little and it was then that I noticed her dress and skirt had ridden up. She made some small-talk with me, asking if I felt OK, but I could sense from her steadily more rhythmic writhing atop me that Mom was beginning to enjoy this. She grasped my hands and placed them back on her thighs. Her sly grin and the glazed look in her eyes as she fluttered her lashes up at me (her lustful, silent message for me to go on?) was all the implicit permission I needed, and before long we were both giving in to nature's urges and there was no sham between us. We were dry humping!

Things steadily progressed from there. Though every once in a while we both took a peek at Dad above the TV as he drove, checking to make sure he couldn't see what we were up to, we became more brazen in our forbidden fun. I was floored when Mom actually slipped her panties to her knees and invited me to finger her snatch! She engaged my Dad in some seemingly empty chitchat about the length of the drive and how she was doing. I concurred to him that we were doing fine, smiling as all the while I was unbuttoning Mom's dress, fondling her perky tits and having my way with her body.

We still had maybe another hour to go before we were probably going to stop and hit a place to eat, but I knew I just had to stick my raging cock in Mom and fuck her. Who knew if I would ever get this chance again? I could tell Mom was really getting turned on (so was I) by her naughty, double-sided talk with Dad just a few feet away and I played along, hoping to turn things up a notch so we could both get each other off, hopefully by fucking. As soon as she allowed me to make a good excuse to shift myself, that gave me all the chance I needed to slide my shorts off and free my throbbing cock. She in turn raised her ass up high just enough and her panties fell from her knees to the floor. JACKPOT!

Mom's hot, splayed snatch looked warm and inviting as I eagerly lowered her back down. It took a few more adjustments before I was finally able to stick my raging dick into her welcoming tightness. In one quick thrust my cockhead and veiny shaft slipped easily into Mom's wet, slick cunt as I buried myself to the hilt in her. Mom let out a cute, horny moan (drowned out by the radio) when I bottomed out and I grinned while she continued to chat with my clueless Dad. Mom seemed to be a master in hiding her words with double meaning, and she even got ME into it as we engaged in a torrid, frantic, forbidden fuck.

Finally, her words were just too much for the both of us and she creamed (trying her best not to scream) all over my dick, while not long after I buried myself to the balls in her, ramming my cock home to the hilt as I blasted her pussy full of cum. Both my legs locked straight out from the intensity of my climactic ejaculation. All the tension and frustration of the past week (and the past day) seemed to leave me as my legs shook spasmodically, with each spasm rope after rope of hot, healthy sperm spurted into her, filling up her womb.

Mom sat quietly still as I emptied a week's worth of pent-up spunk deep into her--her hot ass squashing my churning nuts. Her twinging twat seemed to coax every last drop of jizz out of me. I could feel her cervix lapping directly on my cocktip as it kept on shooting. Thick white wads of my potent, teenage goo--filled with my energetic genetic messengers--were depositing straight into her most forbidden place, the place where babies are made. At that very moment I suddenly realized my Mom was still only 37 and could probably still get pregnant (especially by her son's horny, 18 year-old cock), but right now I honestly didn't give a fuck. Having a condom handy had been the least of my worries while packing my stuff today. Hopefully Mom was on the pill. If not oh well… I would still fuck her again first chance I got. A wicked part of me was even hoping I had knocked her up. Just the thought of it-- one of my tiny, little swimmers meeting her egg, our DNA mixing and Mom conceiving our kid, her boobs and belly getting bigger and bloating heavily; then her giving birth why I was away at college and making Dad help her raise my child, thinking it was his-- it was all so naughty, perverse and obscene! As Mom collapsed contentedly backwards onto my chest, I kneaded her firm, clammy tits hungrily in my hands, wondering just how big they would get. I chuckled at the thought that my cockmilk could be the direct cause of her jugs making milk.

Mom and I were both spent as we finally got down from our post-orgasmic bliss. Meekly, we got our clothes back on and thankfully hadn't gotten to the rest area where Dad had mentioned we'd stop to eat. It was still a few miles away and this allowed Mom and I to get a little more fun in. My hard-on had rapidly returned and I wanted to enjoy as much time as possible rubbing it against Mom's hot ass before we stopped.

Dad's blurting question about the breakfast diner put an end to our romping reverie.

We pulled in front of the diner and Mom and I reluctantly had to stop our fun. She propped herself up a little and quickly straightened out her skirt before gently sitting back down on me, I think so Dad wouldn't notice. As for me, somehow I had to get rid of the renewed hard-on in my shorts before we got down out of the car. Mom sensed my predicament (in more ways than one) and gave me a wink.

“Uh…honey? Why don't you give Mike here the keys so he can go back there and check on his stuff... see if anything's shifted you know?”

“Sure thing sport.” Dad said as he shut off the engine, then tossed me the keys.

Both he and Mom got out and I took a few seconds admiring the view of her ass that had been riding me (and I'd been pounding) the last couple hours. Getting rid of this hard on wasn't going to be an easy task, and I sure was glad Mom thought up of this idea to compose myself.

Finally I got out after what seemed like forever, but was actually just a few seconds. I pretended to tie my shoelaces then reached back and pretended to check on my flat screen TV to kill a little of the time and allow my boner to subside.

“Aww, is my little baby's precious TV okay?” Mom teased me as I stepped out.

“Yes, Mother…” I guffawed back at her, rolling my eyes.

She was fixing her hair and Dad was next to her stretching his legs.

“Oh, good idea honey!” Mom said, then bent over and reached for toes.

“Gotta stretch while I can before the next two-hour ride on top of our son!” she giggled, then looked over at me and smiled sexily, batting her eyelashes.

She slowly bounced her plump little rump a few times like she was doing squats. I quickly realized this wasn't helping my condition down below, so I reluctantly had to turn away. I went to the back of the car and popped the hatch, rearranging a few things on purpose and stalling for time. I fished out a pair of my basketball shorts from one of my bags and flung it over my shoulder. It was one my old high school ones (I was on a team that made state) and I knew the breathable, mesh fabric would help cool me down. Maybe it would help with a couple other things later, I wickedly thought.

“I gotta take a piss. Don't take too long sport, still got about two, maybe three hours' drive ahead of us.” Dad gruffly said, then stomped into the diner.

Mom checked to see he was gone before slowly walking up to me.

“Making plans for round two are we?” she purred sexily at me, noticing my basketball shorts as she grabbed her purse from the trunk.

“Sort of…” I sheepishly admitted, “But really Mom, it is fucking hot out here. I just wanted something, you know… cooler.”

“Something easier to get off more like it!” she retorted, slapping my butt as she giggled.

“Michael Stephen Lacey, you're a very naughty boy!”

Normally when Mom used my full given name, I had fucked up somehow, but sensing the playful tone in her voice as she laughed put me at ease.

Making sure we were well hidden behind the car and upturned hatch, Mom got up next to me and rising up on her tippiest tiptoe, brought her sultry mouth to my ear.

“…very naughty for fucking your Mother like that… but Mommy loved it!” she cooed, and then gave me a quick nibble on my lobe and a peck on the cheek.

I pulled her to me lustfully and she squealed, her dainty hand grasping my muscular chest as she fell in my arms.

“Uh-uh-unnnh…not out here young man!” she teasingly admonished, waving a mocking finger at me.

“Hurry along now, Michael and get your britches changed. Like your father said, we've still got a long…ways…to go”

She reached down and caressed my rising bulge, emphasizing the word “looooong” as she lightly brushed the length of my shaft.

“Mom, I'll never get settled if you stay out here flustering me! Go on ahead and order without me, I'll be right in there…”

Two could play at this game as I reached down beneath her skirt and fondled her moist puss, emphasizing “I'll be right in there…” as I did.

Mom twisted away swiftly when I tried to further finger her slit, playfully slapping my hand away.

“You incorrigible young man! What would you like Mommy to order for you?” she asked.

“I don't know…I'll have whatever Dad's having…” I grabbed Mom by the waist and pulled her to me one last time, “…like maybe his wife!”

I squeezed a tight cheek from her plenteous ass through her skirt, then with a final pinch of her rump sent her away. Both of us smiled lecherously at each other as we parted.

After I changed over to my basketball shorts (which were much cooler, and more importantly less restrictive) I made my way to the diner.

Mom and Dad sat opposite each other as was their custom, and were already almost halfway through their “breakfast for dinner”, chatting away as they ate.

“Finally! Hurry up Michael and dive right in. We got you a plate of pancakes just like your Dad, but we weren't sure if you wanted anything else. Come on and plop alongside next to me!”

Mom patted the seat to her and I sat next to her. She had a frugal plate, just some toast, a small salad and fruit with some juice.

Dad had a big pile of pancakes, greasy bacon and old wrinkly looking sausages with a cup of coffee. For an old dude approaching past 40, with a receding hairline and out of shape, my old man really should start watching what he ate.

“This'll be fine Mom. I can't really have all that greasy stuff. I got to stay in basketball shape for tryouts with coach next month.”

“Oh, don't worry about that sport. Besides, a young needs all those carbs, right honey? Young man's gotta haul all that stuff of his later!” Dad busted out an annoying cackle, slapping his leg.

I tried hard not to roll my eyes, or “accidentally” kicking him in the shins then and there.

“Pay no heed to your father, Michael. But he is right, you will need all that energy for later…” she reached down beneath the table and surreptitiously squeezed my nuts through my shorts as she said this, unbeknownst to anyone else in the diner.

It was hard not to groan as she did this.

"Oh shoot, that reminds me, I frickin' left my basketballs back home. Think you can bring them over next week Mom?"

"Of course, son. Don't worry, I'll just hold on to them till then…" Mom grinned, massaging my balls.

“So, what were you two gabbing about when I got here?” I asked as I dove into my pancakes.

Fucking Mom really had worked up an appetite (digestively speaking), and I was eager to scarf down the meal for another reason: so we could get back on the road and I could give it to her again.

“Oh nothing, just how soon I could come again…” there was a risky pause, “..and visit you! You know, help you get settled in your dorm. How about next weekend?” Mom smiled at me, again batting those luscious brown lashes.

It was like a secret, telegraphic code between us, with Mom blinking me her illicit invitation for more illegal, incestuous sex.

“Next week will be great Mom! You could really help me finish unloading…” I purposely popped a forkful of pancake in my mouth, letting her digest that pregnant pause for a second, while I thought about fucking Mom's brains out all next weekend and unloading my balls into her. “…unloading all my stuff and getting it all organized, I mean.”

I grinned back at her and returned the unspoken, lustful gaze between us. We were in our own little world.

“Yeah, sport. I really wish I could come along and help you and your Mother and all, but September's my busiest month and I'm gonna be swamped at the office” Dad rudely interrupted, snapping us back to reality with his jarring voice.

“It's cool, Dad. Mom and I will be fine” (Fine all alone in my dorm as we fuck!) I sneered to myself.

Mom finished her light meal first and excused herself to the ladies' room to “freshen up”, whatever that meant. I finished my plate soon after and was antsy to get back on the road, but of course Dad took his sweet ass time.

Finally he finished his greasy plate and was chewing on a toothpick when Mom emerged from the restroom. Something about her was different, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it just then (later pun intended).

“You sure that one plate of pancakes was enough for you, sport? Maybe we ought to order some more stuff for the road? I really don't want to stop again to eat, it'll be getting to sunset soon and we're still only halfway to your school” Dad asked. He stepped outside and lit a smelly cigar.

“Yes, Michael. You're always getting hungry after a couple hours, don't lie. Must be all that youthful energy and metabolism! Go on ahead with your Dad, I'll order some more food from the waitress.” Mom fished her wallet out of her small purse then quickly snapped it shut.

I shrugged a “whatever” and turned for the door.

“Oh, and Michael?” I quickly twirled around and walked back to her.

“Be a dear and put Mommy's purse back in the trunk.” I turned to go, she yanked me back.

“I think you'll find a nice little surprise in there if you take a look…” she whispered.

My interest was piqued.

With a final tug, she looked up at my eyes, then suggestively down to my crotch.

“And make sure you're all “settled in” before I get back…” she mewed, one of her fingers just barely grazing the waistband of my shorts, pulling at it a little, as I got her message.

I quickly rushed outside to our car, more to get the hell out the place before I popped a boner right in the middle of that diner for all to see.

When I got to the trunk to put away Mom's purse, I immediately snapped it open to see what the “surprise” was she had for me.

My jaw dropped at what I saw. There inside her purse were her white cotton panties! She was completely nude right now underneath her thin summer dress. Looking closely at the fabric, I could see a moist spot staining the crotch: our combined juices--her cream and my seed--had seeped obscenely out of her cunt.

It was instant hardon.

I chuckled to myself as it dawned on me what that subtle change that had come over Mom was a few minutes ago…I'd be putting more than my fingers on THAT pretty soon. More like my fat cock IN that!

Impatiently, I got back to my front seat and waited for Dad to finish his smelly cigar and Mom to get back. Even the cigar might be a blessing in disguise, I thought, maybe it'll cover up some scents…

Remembering Mom's other request to “settle” myself in, I anxiously slipped my thumbs in my waistband and slid my basketball shorts down to my ankles. Thankfully our car's side windows are tinted so no one outside could see this horny 18-year old sitting in the front seat with a lewd erection tenting proud and tall from his crotch!

Dad finished his cigar, got in and warmed up the car. Yup that stinky cigar would definitely help to mask some odors. After what seemed like forever, Mom finally came out carrying a white paper bag with the food.

“Oh!” Mom mouthed silently at me as she opened my door. She quickly handed me the bag and got in, once more sitting atop me before anyone else saw.

“I'll let you two get settled in, just let me know when you all is ready.” Dad said cluelessly as he fumbled with the wipers and headlights.

I set the bag on the floor, and adjusted the seat backwards to make a little room. I lifted Mom up by her thighs and she placed her little feet on the dashboard, grabbing a hold of the hem of her short skirt. She hitched them up higher to her waist, my hands following and eventually resting atop hers as I slowly and gingerly lowered her bare ass onto my throbbing cock.

Both of us let out a barely audible, pleasure-filled sigh as once more my hard, naked dick made contact with her smooth, soft behind. Thankfully the radio was back on and Dad didn't hear a thing. Mom immediately got the fun started, squirming her cute little butt a few times so that my veiny shaft wedged firmly between the cheeks of her delicious derriere.

“All right dear, we're all set… Don't make too much of a rush to get there, it'll be getting dark soon and you know how your eyes get terrible in the dark.”

“I ain't that old yet!” Dad huffed.

“Just remember, we got all the time in the world dear…” Mom trailed off.

With that, we were on the road again, the sun lowering in the western horizon as dusk began to settle. My raging erection was still rubbing along the crack of Mom's hot, bubbly ass as she continued to writhe forward and back on top of me. For the first few miles, I enjoyed the pleasing ride, savoring the friction along the underside of my shaft as Mom smothered my smoldering cock with her ass, my dick pinned against my chiseled lower abs. Then she really got into it, thrusting her wide hips up and down, my engorged member angling ever higher with each upward thrust. Finally my dick got closer to heaven as I shifted a little on one of her up-thrusts and furrowed it obscenely along the oozing lips of her steadily creaming cunt. Both of us let out another soft, sighing moan as Mom's slick slash basted the length of my cock with the first layer of her lovely nectar. How I desperately wanted to get back inside her tight, welcoming depths again and plow her!

Mom kept me out though, teasingly grasping my shaft every once in a while and stroking its length; glancing the copiously precum-dribbling head of my cock just inside the hot, wet threshold of her snatch before popping it out again; reaching down, cupping and fondling my big, sperm-laden balls as she purred softly in my ear. I wanted nothing more than to pound her sweet, tight pussy again and dump another thick load deep in her unprotected womb.

Minute after minute, mile after mile went by and still Mom kept me at bay with her teasing. Don't get me wrong, I was thoroughly enjoying her titillation, but it was frustrating nonetheless. She was beginning to drive me nuts! It seemed like an hour had already past, and my aching tool still hadn't tapped the depths of Mom's tantalizing twat. Was she just going to get me off like this, without having me pound her pussy like we both knew she needed? Even the fact that apart from the radio, no one had said anything since we left the diner was unsettling. Damnit! I knew I had to do something.

“How much longer are you gonna torture me like this?” I said softly in Mom's ear.

“You've got to show me you're hungry enough Michael…” she whispered back at me, grinning.

What the hell was that supposed to mean? As if she read my mind, Mom reached down and matter-of-factly picked up the bag of food from the diner and handed it to me. I still didn't know what she meant. Puzzled, I looked inside. A few buns, a Styrofoam container filled with a bunch of sausages (bigger and fatter than the ones from earlier), another one with scrambled eggs, and a container of some white stuff--probably gravy. I didn't see what the big deal was and handed the bag back to Mom. She looked back at me, then exasperatedly rolled her eyes.

“YOU FEELING HUNGRY MICHAEL!?”

The sudden jolt of a voice at normal volume after so many miles of no one having said much (other than Mom and my surreptitious whispers) was jarring. Mom seemed to be exaggerating her tone though.

“Uhhh…yeah sure Mom. What do you got in that bag?” I played along, still not sure what all this was about. We were still grinding, but suddenly it stopped as Mom raised her ass to get up, and then made a point of noisily rustling through the paper bag.

“Hmm, let me see…I got these buns. Don't they look delicious?” she asked, in a girlish voice.

She reached back and handed me a pair of the dinner rolls. I held them up to my face, still perplexed. I was just about to take a bite out of one of them…

“Michael, I said don't these BUNS LOOK DELICIOUS?” Mom repeated.

My focus on the bread shifted to the overt wiggling inches away in front of me that I had failed to notice. Holy shit! There was Mom; her skirt was hiked up to her waist, her ass protruding noticeably as her hips swayed back and forth sexily. Both her hands were on her ass, lewdly spreading the cheeks of her buns apart.

Her buns! Like a sudden bolt of lightning, the realization of it all dawned on me at last.

“Mmmm… yeah, Mom. Let me get some of that!”

“Go ahead, son. DIG RIGHT IN!”

I placed my hands on her hips and lowered her firmly on my crotch. Mom gave me a hand and reached down standing my rigid cock upright to meet her target. One swift, horny thrust and TOUCHDOWN! Cockhead and shaft pierced Mom's clammy, clutching pussy lips, my full length buried to the hilt in her depths. When I felt her ass nestled snugly on my balls, I raised her up then slowly lowered her back down. So commenced our ball-busting fun once again and to me, it was pure bliss!

“God, Mom these buns are so good! Mmmmrrrrgh…” I groaned, pretending to make eating noises.

“Mmm, I know son. You want some more?” Mom replied, smacking her own lips.

Mom increased our speed and soon my shaft was basted in her juices. I squeezed tighter on her hips, relishing in the tightness of her luscious cunt as I penetrated her. Our tempo and timing were perfect: each time she lowered her ample butt down, I was eagerly thrusting up into her. Finally, my dick was back in heaven!

“Ha! You two hungry again? Knew you should've eaten more at the diner. You all want to stop?”

Dad's voice was shrill and grating as he interrupted our forbidden, incestuous fuck.

“No don't stop! Michael you don't want to stop... right?” Mom said, half panting.

“No…Let's keep going Mom… We can finish in the car…I don't want to stop till we cum…………TO THE SCHOOL.”

I nearly forgot to add that last part!

“All right, you two. Keep going then. Honey, make sure you two don't make a mess in the car!”

Mom and I looked at each other and smiled. She leaned forward and brought out the container of sausages. I took the initiative and grabbed a piece with a fork.

“Doesn't that look good Mom? Want a piece of my sausage with your buns?”

“Mmmm…Yesss Michael, stick it in my buns! Your sausage sure is nice and fat, MUCH bigger than that little wrinkly one your Dad had!”

“I know, Mom!”

We smacked out lips together for a torrid kiss. Then I really started giving it to her. This whole charade was taking double-talk and putting one over Dad to a whole new level, and I was loving every minute of it! It went on like that for what seemed like forever, our pretend eating sounds helping to mask the real cause of the lip-smacking as Mom and I kissed, as well as the soft, steady “schluck! schluck! schluck!” of our leisurely and pleasurable forbidden fucking.

We of course barely ate any of the prop food, tossing most of it back into the bag, but I admit, some of the calories did help as Mom and I eagerly continued our casual, illicit intercourse. On the radio, The Eagles' “Witchy Woman” was blaring sensually away. We were almost to my college, maybe thirty minutes away, when Mom whispered in my ear.

“Last course, Michael…”

I reached into the bag and brought out the next container. We kept on making our pretend eating noises.

“Come on son, give me some more of that!” Mom whined, loud and yearning.

My cock obliged her and picked up the pace. My own aching need in my rumbling balls was gradually increasing and I knew I wouldn't last long.

“Dear, your son isn't obeying. Tell him to give his Mother some scrambled eggs!”

“Hey sport, listen to your Mom.”

“You sure, Dad?”

“Danggit! Don't make me say it again, son… GIVE YOUR MOM SOME SCRAMBLED EGG!”

“All right, Dad!”

I sped up my thrust to a frenetic pace. Mom kept up with me, bouncing her plush, sweaty ass, meeting me stroke for stroke as we neared our climactic finish. In my mind I was screaming the words that I really wanted to yell, right at my Dad, only inches away:

** ''All right Dad! I'll scramble Mom's egg! Scramble her egg with MY SEED!! Scramble HER genes with MY genes!!! Yeah, that's right! I'M GONNA MAKE A FUCKIN' BABY IN HER!!! I'm going to shoot every last sperm out of these young, horny, loaded balls and fuck a baby up YOUR DEAR WIFE, MY MOM!!!!'' **

I felt the familiar twinge and tingling start in my heavy, clenching nuts. Almost there... I could feel it was going to be a thick load!

“Mmm that's sooooo good Michael! Son, think you can you reach into the bottom of that sack?”

“Yeah Mom!”

My raunchy, racing brain shifted to Mom:

** ''Sure, Mom I'll reach into the depths of my nutsack just for you! I'll also reach deep into YOU!! I'll reach in deep and shoot millions of my little Mikeys straight into your willing womb!! Reach in deep and KNOCK YOU UP WITH MY FUCKIN' BABY and THERE ISN'T A DAMN THING DAD CAN DO TO STOP IT!!! '' **

I reach down and got out the container of gravy-- WHITE gravy, and had one last final chuckle at Mom's genius. She thought of everything!

“Where do you want this white stuff Mom?”

“Mmmmm…Michael, just dump it. Dump that hot, white, gravy all over my eggs!”

“All right Mom!”

That did it. The lewd double-meaning of everything had been steadily building up my lascivious lust, but Mom's last words finally got to me. One last furious thrust and I was balls-deep to the hilt, back bottoming home in the depths of Mom's clutching cunt. My pre-cum dribbling cockhead plowed savagely into Mom's cervix as a split second later, the first searing string of semen streamed from my pisshole. It was followed by strand after strand of thick, potent baby-batter that spewed into Mom--a loving, fresh batch of nut busted straight from me, her very own son!

“Unnnnnngggghhhhhhhh!!! You're spilling it everywherrrre Michael!!!” Mom squealed.

I sure was. Spilling my seed everywhere all up inside my Mom. Dense clouds of my DNA deposited DEEP inside her. My balls kept churning it out. Wad after wad, rope after rope of my teeming, teenage sperm spurted straight into Mom's unprotected, willing and welcoming womb.

“Mmmmmmrrrgghh…sorry it's so much Mom! but it's sooooo goooood, huhhhhh?!?!” I groaned.

I made sounds like I was licking my fingers, when in reality I had one of Mom's stiff nipples in my mouth. I felt something warm leaking over my balls, and I realized Mom was cumming with me. Her pussy was squirting her own lovely, feminine nectar all over my penis as I kept pistoning into her creaming cunt. Biting my lip I stirred our seething stew of hot, horny, hormonal love-juices. Mom and I mingled it lewdly, a fervid fermenting formed from our forbidden, FAMILIAL fuck-froth!

“Ohhh.. Michael, you're stirring it so mucchh!!!”

“Danggit! He make a mess, hun?” Dad blurted.

“Nnnnnngh… No dear, your son spilled most of his white stuff into my container...”

“Yyyeah, don't worry Dad! I got all my gravy inside Mom's box!”

“Well if your Mom's hungry for more, you just make sure you pour some more out for her!”

“Mmmmmmmmhhhh, okayy...”

“Mmmmmm, yesss Michael, gimme some more of that baby-gravyyy-- umm, I mean gravy, baby!!!!”

“Heeeere you go, Mommmmmm!!!”

Like a contended couple after a filling meal, Mom and I moaned softly as we fulfilled our primal urges, at the same time naughtily obeying Dad's cluelessly given nasty command. Mom was doing her magic with her pussy, coaxing every last drop from my balls. I could feel Mom's spasming cervix lap hungrily on the head of my cock, shamelessly slurping on her own son's sperm. Eagerly I gave it all to her. I wanted to deposit as much of my swarming, swimming, genetic goo deep inside Mom, right into her sacred, special place where babies are bred. As long as I could help it, every last lashing bundle of DNA that my testicles could muster was going to be sent on its merry, eager quest to find her egg. I sure hoped Mom's ovaries did her part. My deepest, most deviant desire was for one of my lucky baby-makers (out of the many millions I was even now giving Mom,) for just one of those lively little chromosome-carriers to meet her ovum. Nature's own magic would do the rest after that, ensuring the dirty, destined deed of knocking Mom up.

“Make sure you get all his stuff if he's done, hun! Danngit son, I told you not to make a mess!”

“Don't worry; I got all of it dear!”

“Couldn't help it Dad!” I smiled, laughing wickedly to myself.

Post-orgasmic adrenaline and youthful testosterone was coursing through me as I relished in sweet satisfaction. Nothing topped the feeling of cocky triumph I had at that moment, knowing I'd filled Mom up to the brim again with another hot load of my spunk. Also there was the illicit thrill of knowing Mom had been my willing partner, wantonly accepting my vigorous, 18-year old sperm right inside of her where it could meet one of her ripe, fertile 37 year-old Mommy-eggs. Mom seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the risk of likely getting incestuously pregnant by me-- her very own son. All this while her husband, my Dad, sat helpless only inches away, unable (or unwilling?) to do a thing about it!

I finally popped my well-pleased penis out of Mom's ravished cunt as we neared the outskirts of the college town. Surprisingly, there wasn't much of a mess as I looked down below and inspected Mom's pussy. I must've shot almost ALL of my wad deep inside her, right where I wanted it. A little semen seeped out obscenely, but Mom swiftly straightened her skirt over her knees and squeezed her thighs together. She kept her feet up on the dashboard while she crossed her calves, and let out a lovely, soft, contented sigh as she fell back into me. Mom looked up at me and my heart melted as my eyes met hers. It was then that I felt assured my precious deposit was safe! I got myself settled back, my arms wrapped around Mom's belly. Finally noticing how Mom had her legs propped up, I smiled and wondered how my wriggling throng of tiny, twitching, teenager-tadpoles were doing in her twat, now that Mom had given them some gravitational help. We lay like that for a while, and then Mom got up and began to tidy up some of the crumbs and stuff lying around the front seat. I reached down and put my basketball shorts back up, my semi-hard cannon a little sad to be put away. Mom rolled our window down letting in some balmy, late-summer evening air. The thin sheen of post-fuck sweat that coated us evaporated away, cooling us both. Of course something else was sown to the winds. Come to think of it though, most of the lingering scent that vented out of the car was from Dad's stinky cigar.

We arrived at my dorm almost 7 pm. Mom of course was the first to get out and rush to the trunk, probably to fish out her pair of panties. Dad and I were stretching out our legs when I saw her run quickly to the restroom (I grinned to myself, knowing the true reason why). Once Mom got back we got started hauling in my gear, starting off of course with my big-screen TV that had been the cause of my day-long dalliance with Mom. It was past 9 pm when the last of my stuff was finally loaded out of the car and dropped off at my dorm. Fortunately there wasn't a sign of a roommate, so my hope of having Mom all to myself next weekend was definitely still in play.

All three of us finally made our way back to the car.

“Awww…they grow up so fast. I'm sure going to miss my sweet boy.” Mom cooed, hugging me tightly as we prepared for our parting.

“Now, don't fret dear. They all gotta grow up and leave the nest someday. And remember, you'll see him again next weekend to help him unload.” Dad reassured her.

"Oh yeah hun, make sure to bring his basketballs. Maybe you can shoot some hoops with your Mom next week, eh sport?”

“Hmmmmm… I don't know, dear! Think your son can handle his Mom in a little one-on-one?" Mom suggested coyly.

“Hah! I bet he'd probably shoot all over you!” Dad scoffed.

Mom and I shared a knowing glance.

She walked back to me, then whispered softly in my ear as she gave me one last hug:

* ''How 'bout it “sport”, or should I say “young stud”? Want to take up your Dad's bet? Bet you'd have more fun though, shooting your OTHER balls in Mommy's basket!'' *

I smiled.

Mom returned to Dad's side and tugged his arm.

“Dear, you think maybe we can eventually have another kid? You DO know, I'm still pretty young!”

“Hah! Woman, what in the heck put that idea in your head? We just finished getting our firstborn off into college, and now you're talking crazy about having another child! 'Sides, ain't you still taking precautions?”

Mom looked at Dad with a sly look on her face as Dad shook my hand firmly to bid farewell. Then she batted her mesmerizing gaze at me.

I recognized that look in her eye.

“No dear, I stopped taking the pill…”

THE END?

-O_S