Riding the Pipeline

"Ok."

Brad quickly picks up the squeeze mayonnaise and begins squeezing out a line on one side of his neck, up his face, across his mouth and down his neck to his chest.

"Enough! You said one line."

"It is one line" Brad counters.

Raising up on my knee a little to reach him, I know he is trying to push my buttons. However I can handle this one. Reaching him, I place a hand on his shoulder to steady myself and let my tongue start working hard on the mayonnaise. I am determined to make it the least desirable as possible. Long tongue strokes and very fast is my strategy. Up his jaw to his mouth my tongue works. Stepping between his legs with my knee, I am straddling his thigh. Smiling at him cocky like, I let him know he isn't getting to me and proceed to bend over to his neck.

Brad places his hand on my hip supporting me and I continue my challenge with long tongue strokes going quick up his neck to his jaw and lick to the edge of his mouth. Backing off for a second to swallow, I catch my breath.

As I look at the gob of mayonnaise on his mouth, I steel my nerves and go in for the kill. A couple of gentle swabs at his lips and then one big lick through his lips. Brad suddenly pushes his tongue out with a dab on the end. Without pausing I quickly envelope his tongue with my lips and suck it off.

Sitting up I raise my hands and exaggeratedly cheer a little.

"Good job!" Brad said holding my hips a little lower than necessary . I'm still straddling his thigh and a very impure desire is on me to accidentally graze it with my pussy. I have an itch that is needing scratched.

"You have mayonnaise on your chin" Brad points out.

"Oops" using my finger I swipe it off and lick my finger clean. Smirking at Brad a little.

I finally sit back over to the side of Brad in the same position I was in and Brad immediately places his hand between my thighs like it was natural for us to resume our home positions. I'm trying to gauge how close he is to my pussy. It must be an inch or less. I know a slight move by him or me, will result in an improper touch. I can tell quite conclusively that my juices are flowing considerably.

"I'm gonna have to pee soon." I comment. 4 beers and the shots were going through me.

"You can't go until I say you can," Brad says. "What! you'll have a mess to clean up then."

Brad laughs a little; "yeah I did that to Samantha Cox one night. "

"You didn't let her pee?"

"Yeah we were driving around drinking on the dirt roads and she said she had to go. I told her she couldn't until I said. I probably drove another hour and made her drink another beer. She was crying and complaining. She was always bitching about something anyway. She finally started jumping out of the truck with it moving."

"That's terrible Brad, that is so mean."

"Yeah well, that's the G version anyway."

"You mean it's worse?"

"Well I thought it was good, but you would probably not like it."

"Tell me the whole story. "

"Not until I get a story from you or a part of one."

"You mean a dirty story?"

"Yep" Brad says.

"Oh I don't know Brad" I say looking away embarrassed " I would rather hear yours. I'm sure they are far more interesting. It's your turn anyway."

"We can keep playing later. Come on at least part of a story and then I will finish mine." Brad pleads.

"Give me a drink" I say asking for the bottle and taking a swig to get my nerve up.

"Okay here goes."

Thinking a little and blushing, "I can't believe I'm going to tell you this story. Alright, when I was a sophomore in college, before I met your father I might add; I was dating this guy, he was a senior. We had dated for only a few weeks. Anyway, a couple of my friends and their boyfriends were partying at our apartment like we usually did on the weekend. Tammy was dating this jock who was a complete jerk. He was always commenting in front of people how good she gave oral. That's saying it nicely, you know what I mean?"

"Just use normal words mom, I have heard everything." Brad urges.

"I' can't believe I am talking like this with my son! This is so wrong." Taking another swig of courage I continue. "Ok, you asked for it. So this guy was always commenting in front of everybody how good at sucking cock Tammy was."

"So that night he started in again, I remember exactly what he said, "You ready to suck some cock baby? Tammy just turns red in the face and doesn't answer. He tells everybody man you guys don't know what your missing, Tammy gives a fantastic blowjob don't you? He looks at her trying to get her to answer him, the whole time he's talking he playing with her tits right there in front of us. He was such a jerk.

"Jokingly, someone started in on Tammy to show us. We were drunk and laughing and pounding on the table Show us, Show us. Typical college crap. He pushed Tammy down on the floor and just pulled out his penis in front of us."

Brad looks at me and then says, "well? What happened?"

"Nope, you got to finish your story first." I tell Brad.

"Are you sure you want to hear everything?"

"Yes go on Perv."

Brad smiles, "well I told her she could only pee if she was sucking me at the same time."

" Do you mean while she was standing In the road?! Brad you're a sadist."

"Probably, but it was fun."

"Well did she do it?" My mouth and pussy were watering in a very depraved way, wanting the story.

"Alright, remember you asked."

"We were on Tram road and going slow. She finally opened the door crying and started to just jump out she couldn't hold it any more."

"Anyway she got around to the front of the truck and was squatted in the road and I shoved it in her mouth."

"How could she concentrate?"

"She didn't have to, I did all the work. Actually it was pretty good on my end she was so grateful to be going she just let me take control of her pretty good."

Looking at brad, my pussy is tingling. "Well, keep going" I encouraged.

"You want the full story, huh. Well I grabbed her head and used her. She was peeing and sighing and it was pretty cool really, we were both being satisfied in two completely different ways." "Where did you ... you know?"

Brad looked at me with a long pause and a stoic expression came on his face. His wrist turned and it was touching the inside of my right thigh all the way at the juncture. I was positive it would leave a burn mark.

Brad said slowly, "mom, I pushed her head all the way down on me and, I held her while I came in her mouth. Is that specific enough?"

Sputtering out the only thing I could think of I asked, "Was she still peeing?"

"Well, that's a good question, I don't remember. I see Samantha once in a while, I'll ask her." Brad says.

"Don't do that!! That is so mean."

"Ahh don't worry about it, she loved it. After she quit crying she had one of the best orgasms she ever had according to what she said."

"What did you do to her? That's awful. Don't even answer." I say.

Brad laughed. "I didn't do anything to her. I laid her on the hood of the truck and made her masturbate. She went crazy on that pussy. Oops sorry mom too much info. "

"So, finish your story." Brad demands.

"Alright" I sighed. "Well we're all just sitting there looking at this guy's erection and he pushed her head onto him and she started sucking him while we watched."

"cool" Brad says and I roll my eyes at him.

"What did you do mom? I notice your story is about everybody else."

"I didn't do anything I was a good girl."

"Oh please, good girls are boring and over rated."

"Really, well I'm your mother. I'm supposed to be good."

"Come on mom you really haven't ever done anything crazy? Like that night the rest of you just watched? I don't believe you."

"Your killing me! Ok Ok... I made out with my boyfriend while we watched Tammy give her blowjob."

"Was it hot?" Brad asked.

"Yeah it was the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed. That night was. I guess by today's standards it wasn't that unusual though."

"Details mom, what specifically did you do?"

"Well... we started kissing and I remember he very quickly put his hand under my shirt and pushed my bra up over my breasts and started playing with them. I stuck my hand in his pants and jacked him off until he cum, as we watched Tammy suck that guy."

"What did the other couple do?"

"I really don't remember, they messed around but I don't remember anything specific."

Brad laughed, "cool story mom. Thanks."

"Well that's my deep dark sexcapade!" I exclaimed as I took a big drink.

I honestly think I can hear my pussy sloshing around in my ears. If I clenched myself a few times I think I could orgasm! This is so unbelievable.

A strong gust of wind against the tent and heavy rain drew my attention to the fact I still had to pee.

Well, I still have to go pee" I said looking around for an idea.

"Come on, you can hold it. I'll take a dare" Brad says.

I moaned, but went along with him because the storm was extremely heavy. I didn't desire to get out in it. Being a woman, a little competition has entered my mind since I knew Brad had seen both me and Ms. Petersen naked.

"Here goes, I dare you to tell me who has the better body, me or Ms. Petersen, assuming you have seen her naked. Ms. Petersen used to be an attractive woman."

"Yes I have" Brad says. He doesn't hesitate. "You definitely are hotter than Ms. Petersen after what I saw today."

Brads' leaned in close to me with his hand still wedged between my thighs with his weight on it.

In a barely audible reply, I utter "what did you see today?"

"An unbelievable set of tits and a killer ass. I never dreamed you looked that good, I only wish I had been closer. Brad smiled a little then continued; "Truthfully I was so far away I really didn't get a close up of anything, just your outline."

"Well I'm sure what you are imagining is far better than the real deal." I commented. "I've definitely got to pee. what do you think I should do?" I stated looking around.

"I just don't think you've earned the right to go yet" he says in a very dominating voice.

I can imagine how some young teenage girl would be completely cowed under by him, because I am.

"What would I have to do?" I asked quite curious.

Brad's hand slips up my thigh.

I'm so fucking wet, this could get embarrassing.

His hand continues to move and he lets it rest on my stomach bulge. His other hand on my head tightening a little in my hair. Just a sense of intimidation was being conveyed.

Brad starts massaging my stomach and then starts using his fingers on me, deeper and deeper, continually moving, causing me to squirm. The sense to pee is overwhelming me.

"Please Brad, that hurts!" I say, half laughing. But he's pushing firmly now with his palm.

What would you be willing to do?" He asks.

I went from uncomfortable to an almost uncontrollable urge to pee in a couple of seconds.

"Oh god Brad stop, Im gonna go , you're so bad." I whined.

He is so damn big, he could do anything he wanted to me and I couldn't stop him even if I wanted to.

His hold on the nape of my neck is domineering and he starts randomly pushing in different places with his fingers again.

"OOHH Brad stop I'm gonna go on you, just tell me what you want!" I said, giving up.

Brad invades my space by leaning into me. His size and weight force me to fall back where my hands brace myself on the tent floor, my shirt riding up exposing my pussy. Brad applies pressure again, by jamming a finger in my stomach.

"Ok! What!! Tell me." I pleaded half laughing and crying.

"I will let you pee, if you kiss me while your going." Brad whispers to me.

I'm a big girl, I can deal with this.

"OK OK!! Lets hurry up and get outside." I pulled myself up quickly out of his grasp and started getting up, I'm on a mission to pee.

Brad holds my arm tight like I'm his prisoner or something and navigates the tent flap one handed.

He wordlessly guides me as we run the few steps in the wind and rain, to the nearest 4 wheeler. He quickly spins me around, lifts me up and plops my ass roughly on the rear 4 wheeler rack. Before I can adjust anything he lifts my legs up and sets my feet on the outer rung. Out of necessity I scoot back.

Clearly, modesty is out the window.

Rain is hitting us and my thin night shirt seems to have melted into my chest. I can feel my long nipples have become concrete hard.

Brads' hand returns to my stomach and his fingers worm their way into my most sensitive spot. The pressure is increasing as I am just trying to orient myself to this new environment.

He is making it difficult for me by grabbing my neck and without my consent presses his lips against mine firmly enough that I can't turn away and succumb to his kiss.

The pressure of his hand on my stomach is finally initiating my release. My stream starts and what a feeling of relief as I let it go.

The wind and rain camoflauge any noise.

I can't help but sigh into Brad's mouth which only encourages him to explore me with his tongue that I accept by parting my lips. Our tongues duel and our lips aren't shy as we suck on each other. The release I feel is strangely very satisfying.

I have an overwhelming desire to watch my stream from this very erotic position and break off our kiss.

Becoming singular in the moment I look down seeing my stream flow freely in an arc.

What is happening to me? I've been fucked in this position many times with my knees up high on a couch or chair but have never peed like this obviously.

I know Brad's looking as well and I don't care.

I finally tilt my head back and look at my son as my stream continues. Our eyes are accustomed to the dark and the tent lantern gives off enough light for this indecent moment to be seen. My son is ogling me and I can see in his face and feel in my heart that very bad things are going to happen tonight.

My stream ends and I don't want to get up. I just sit there in that uncomfortable yet erotic position letting the rain wash me clean as I look away searching for a sane thought and hoping I don't find one.

Every square inch of my body's screaming for an orgasm. One I hope will be so powerful I might pass out and wake up in my bed at home, taking me away from this morbidly fascinating moment.

Carnal lust is urging me to just go back in that tent and let Brad fuck me and blame it on the alcohol and perfect alignment of the stars. Any excuse would work I am thinking.

I am perplexed. I have never harbored any thoughts such as these about Brad.

I'm his mother! I scream in my head. Yet looking down, my pussy's still exposed and I know he's seeing his mother's sex. Desiring me, lusting for me. Yet I make no attempt at modesty. Allowing him to take me in.

A man I dated about a year back said my pussy was so fucking wet you could float a canoe in it. At the time I was insulted. I let him fuck me but that was the last time I saw him.

Right now his analogy is apt.

In the dark shadows I can sense my swelling, the flowing of juices can be felt. Although rain is falling, a woman knows.

Brad finally breaks our trance and looks at me saying loudly over the wind; "You know what happens now don't you?"

Looking at him my mind is on auto pilot.

I want the games to end, the questions to end, the teasing to end! "just fuck me! that's what you want! Just take it!!! Haven't I complied enough, acted improper enough? What more do you want? For me to ask for it? Beg for it? Say the words out loud? Is it really necessary?

Yet the only response I can verbalize to Brad is a weak, "What?"

"You know" Brad urges.

I just look away in submission and plunge my hand to my pussy taking over my fate. Two fingers travel quickly up my hole and don't stop until my palm presses on my clit giving the relief I need.

Brad suddenly pulls my head back and starts kissing me forcefully as I double finger myself. My orgasm was on top of me the entire time, the first few touches simply opened the door. I felt my juices flowing out and the energy flowing into Brad from my kiss. My body shivered and shook as I exhale and let muted cries pass my lips as my orgasm rolled through me. Brad places his hand over mine pressing it to my pussy as I collapse.

Tears roll down my face as Brad kisses my lips. He is ignorant of the tears, ignorant of the heaven and hell we were walking into.

He helps me off the 4 wheeler and back on the tarp entrance. I avoid eye contact as I look at the lantern light in the tent.

If I walk back in, beyond a shadow of a doubt I will be fucked by my son.

But it's too late, my future's clear as I step through the tent entrance.

My lust is temporarily sated by the orgasm.

Sanity and shame creep in.

I just can't kiss and hold Brad and urge him on, encouragement just can't be given and I know it won't be needed. I have to keep a little piece of myself.

Without looking back at Brad I strip off my soaked shirt and lay down on my stomach on the sleeping bag. I can tell by Brad's movements he's stripping his wet shorts off and exposing his cock.

A cock I do not need to see, or feel, simply a cock that needs to be satisfied. To be drained of it's power.

I sense Brad sinking to his knees.

Not wanting any further prolonging or mind games requiring my participation, I raise my ass in the air beckoning my son.

With my head turned, resting on a 4 wheeler seat, I wait silently.

I can feel his desire. Like humidity in the summertime, enveloping me, making my breaths ragged and deep.

His hands part my inner thighs confidently forcing my stance to widen. Both of his hands on my hips told me time was near.

There was no hesitation. I feel his cock head sliding through my channel searching with absolutely no conscience. Looking for my opening and his river of life.

With my ass in the air, exposing my most private orifices to my son, Brad's cock navigates me, impales me and finally reaches the end as he impacts my ass and rests in place.

Brad then begins his domination of me. A hand leaves my hip and grasps my breast fully. Brad lets out a moan of success as his initial pleasure hits him. His cock begins a confident movement. Thrusting and ramming me. Settling into his style. Not fast. Not slow. Just steady and forceful. His hand on my breast was there showing ownership of me. Not giving or getting pleasure from the touch.

My son isn't shy in showing his appreciation, with manly grunts and groans in my ear. Thrusts were steady, long and hard on impact. Occasionally a searing pain shot through me as his enthusiasm is too much.

Brad continues the pace. His size, strength and youth are an unending torrent of domination, which is wearing me down.

My position weakens as I feel myself sliding forward from the continual pounding. Brad places a strong hand in my hair pulling my head back, ensuring my participation in my own fucking.

Raising up on my hands with my head back, I give assistance to my son as he bangs me. I can feel my tits swaying . I don't remember anyone ever using me like this. My head pulled back exposes my throat and prevents me from keeping my mouth closed. All sounds quickly begin escaping me. Each grunt and groan leaves my body, filling the tent.

He's probably banging me like he's done many of his girlfriends I figure. I wonder if I'm as good as they were. What does he think about me?

An idea hits me and I grab the other 4 wheeler seat near me and push it under my stomach for support. It offers immediate comfort. I can stand some more pounding now and Brad senses the resistance he is offered and puts it to me, speeding up his thrusts.

Brad is taking an interest in my nipple as he tweaks and rolls it in his meaty fingers, then pulling and lengthening on it As he bends over me placing his weight on my back,, he is giving me no mercy in his strokes.