tagIncest/TabooBackseat Mommy: Gloryhole Slut

Backseat Mommy: Gloryhole Slut

bysilkstockingslover©

Summary: Son takes his sexy submissive mom to a gloryhole.

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This is part three of the Backseat Mommy series.

In part one, Backseat Mommy: A Long Hard Ride, Sarah, a mom, is forced to sit on her son's lap for a long drive. As the day progresses she is unable to resist the temptation of her son's cock.

In part two, Backseat Mommy: Ass Fucked, Sarah now craves her son's cock and is at his mercy. After willingly taking it in the ass in a truck stop bathroom, she eagerly finishes the job in the backseat of the car as her husband drives in the pouring rain.

Note 1: Thanks to Robert,goamz86, David and Wayne for editing.

If Cory is texting it will have a C: and be underlined.

If it is from the mom it will have an M: and be in bold and centered.

A reminder how the last story ended. After getting ass fucked in the car, Sarah was in the bathroom cleaning up when her son sent an email for her to check out a link. It was a Craigslist ad.

Horny submissive MILF slut looking to be DP'd.

Submissive three hole cum slut wants to make her double penetration fantasy come true.

Her young Master is looking for one or two men with big cocks who are willing to DP her or even make her AIR TIGHT.

Please send face and cock pictures as we are selective and want to make this special. This is a one night only offer. The bigger you are the more likely we will respond.

Please be serious as this cum slut wants to make a decades long fantasy a reality... TONIGHT!!

This will take place at a hotel and not until after 11 o'clock.


I read it a dozen times.

I couldn't believe Cory would do this.

I also couldn't believe the rush that went up my spine at the possibility of getting double penetrated and just used like a cheap slut.

As I finally stood up, unsure how to deal with this new situation, I got another text.

C: I got a dozen responses so far.

C: Would you like to try a black cock?

C: Ten inches!

C: And thick!

Oh my God!! I could complete two fantasies at once. I had always wanted to fuck a black man. I often read race play stories online and my favourite porn to watch was interracial.

C: Here is his picture!!

I clicked on it and my mouth instantly watered.

Fuck!

Somehow fucking my son seemed less like cheating... I know, it's absurd, but true.

This would definitely be cheating.

As I contemplated the big black cock, I went and washed up and looked at myself in the mirror.

What was I becoming?

And why couldn't I resist being such a slut?

Yet, even though I knew I shouldn't... I texted my son:

M: BOOK HIM!!

...

...

...

NOW... BACKSEAT MOMMY:

As soon as I sent the text, I regretted it.

As a wife I knew this was so wrong. And I loved my husband. Yet, he didn't understand my sexual needs and I had spent decades not being my true sexual self, never being truly satisfied.

I began to wonder if love was enough. Was I really going to spend the rest of my life faking orgasms, and being completely unsatisfied with my sex life?

Cory had awakened a sleeping giant and there was no way it was going back to slumber. These thoughts, as my body calmed from the sex, had me really reflecting on the rest of my life. A life that was already planned and laid out in front of me... one that before a couple of days ago I was completely content with... excited even.

But now... now it wasn't good enough. It really was that black and white.

I knew this passionate, raw sex was not only what I wanted, but what I needed.

I needed to fulfill the many fantasies I had. Yet, I needed to be honest with my husband... as he deserved better than having his wife sneak out and become a cheap slut for strangers... of course, he also deserved better than a wife that was committing incest right behind him.

Yet, you only live once... and apparently I was packing all my sexual living into a three day road trip and thus the conversation with my husband would have to wait until we were alone.

I would have years to regret what I did.

Or years to regret what I didn't do.

Yet, I knew it was the regrets you didn't do that always haunted you... like in The Notebook.

So, even though I knew it was wrong, knew it could even end my marriage, I didn't rescind my decision and text my son back, no, I decided to ponder it a bit longer. Would I go through with an orgy? I didn't know. The orgasm done, suddenly I wasn't so excited about it. Yet, I also wasn't appalled by it. Mentally I was as big a mess as my body.

Confused and indecisive, I went and grabbed a nice cold coke, suddenly realizing how parched I was.

I expectantly felt arms wrap around me and whispered all flirtatiously, assuming it was Cory, "You just can't get enough, can you?"

Thankfully, I didn't say Cory or anything else that would give me away as my husband replied, "No, I never can."

"Such a horny man," I purred, turning around and wishing he showed this much interest in the past.

"It's your radiant beauty that does it," he answered, sweet as always. He was a romantic man, a thoughtful man... he just wasn't a fuck me like a complete slut type of man.

It made me feel bad again, yet not enough to stop doing what I was doing. Deciding to test him, give him an opportunity I hadn't in years, I asked, "Enough to take me in the bathroom here, bend me over the sink and fuck me?"

His face went red as he stammered, "Um, I, well..."

I interrupted as I added, "In the ass?"

"Sarah!" he gasped.

"With Cory gone now, I'm expecting you to fulfill some of your manly duties that you haven't been fulfilling," I continued, figuring maybe this taboo sex with my son could maybe rekindle my sex life with my husband, maybe save a marriage I wasn't sure could be saved.

"Sarah, I, um, what's gotten into you?" he asked, whispering so others nearby couldn't hear.

"Not enough of your cock," I smiled back, squeezing his cock firmly. It was hard. "Especially in my tight, neglected butt."

Before he could respond, clearly flustered, I left him and went to pay for my pop and a bag of chips.

I turned around and saw that Alex was still looking at me with shock.

I purchased my items and asked, "Are we going?"

He nodded, still regaining his composure, "Yeah, yeah, I guess we'd better."

Back in the car, we drove the next couple of hours without any sex. We both fell asleep, exhausted from the marathon sex. When I woke up, I noticed Cory on his phone and instantly wondered if there had been more responses since I hadn't told him it was a bad idea.

I texted:

M: Any more responses?

C: Over a hundred.

Trying to be playful, I made a joke.

M: Wow, that would be quite the gangbang!!

C: Is that what you want???

Oh shit! I was just kidding. What did I really want? I definitely wanted to be double penetrated. I also was curious what air tight meant. I would have to ask him. I also was intrigued by the black cock picture he sent me. Yet, a gangbang was an entirely different thing... or was it? Funny, how I'd had a little time to recover and I was again thinking of getting dp'd or more by strangers. I really was becoming a slut. Oddly, I was revelling in it. Years of domesticated housewifery had mellowed me and now I was trying to rediscover my true sexuality.

M: I probably wouldn't refuse such a thing.

C: It's your night, Mom. What do you want?

There it was. Completely in my hands. I contemplated this for a few minutes. If I was going to continue cheating, I may as well go all in.

I hadn't yet answered when Cory added:

C: Want to read the responses?

He handed me his phone and I couldn't believe how many were there.

I clicked on the newest one:

19 year old college student. Eight inch cock. Would love to fuck that ass of yours.

Although I liked his age... I wanted studs who were energizer bunnies and could quickly reload. I somehow wanted someone who put a little more thought into their responses.

I clicked on a few that were generic 'What's Up?' or 'Found anyone yet?' or 'Here's my dick'.

I wanted to be impressed and oddly wooed by my Craigslist potentials. I know, ironic considering I was contemplating getting double penetrated or more.

I then quickly typed on his notepad, recalling an early term I didn't know:

M: What is airtight?

I showed it to him and he grabbed his phone and typed. When he was done, he handed it back to me.

C: Airtight is when all three of your holes are filled completely thus AIRTIGHT!

I nodded. That made complete sense and, as usual of late, turned me on completely.

Eventually, I handed Cory his phone back with one final text, deciding fuck it I was going all in:

M: Get a few big cocks for me, baby.

We drove in relative silence as I pondered what I was becoming.

I had willingly cheated on my husband... with our son... in the backseat of our car.

I was willingly agreeing to now cheat on my husband... with strangers... in a hotel room.

I sighed. The longer I thought about it, the more I began to question my decision. Not so much fucking Cory; no, I wouldn't take that back and would do it again the moment he was ready. I was definitely a slut for my son now and forever. But, fucking strangers?

Alex asked, "You guys want to go for a nice supper when we stop?"

"Sure," I agreed, needing time with my husband, needing to maintain the appearance of a good wife.

"Yeah, I could use a nice meal," Cory added, as he moved his hands around my waist and to my pussy.

"You're always hungry," I joked, the message having two very separate meanings.

"I'm a growing young man," he said, as his cock flinched under my ass, his response having two very separate meanings too.

Alex agreed, "Yeah, our grocery bill will be a lot cheaper with you out of the house."

Cory agreed, his finger slowly tracing my pussy lips, "Yeah, I will definitely miss the home cooking."

I almost erupted with laughter at his nasty innuendo.

"Well, there will always be home cooking when you come home to visit," Alex said.

I bit my lip to avoid laughing at what Alex was offering his son unknowingly.

"Yeah, I plan to eat a lot of home cooking when I come to visit," Cory said.

I added, "Well, I will have to come and visit you on occasion to bring you some fresh meals."

"I would love that," Cory said, his finger now parting my again wet pussy lips.

Alex said, "I imagine cafeteria food won't be as good."

"Nothing tastes like Mom's," Cory responded, my face burning red because of his finger and the surreal conversation that was occurring.

An 80's song came on that I didn't recognize, but Alex did as he started singing and the conversation ended.

Cory used the song distraction to lift my ass up and slowly lower my pussy onto his cock.

I moaned softly, "Sick of my ass already?"

He laughed, "Just want to make sure all three of your holes get the proper attention they deserve."

I laughed, "That is very thoughtful of you."

And for the next while, I just sat there with his cock buried deep inside my pussy. I didn't need to ride it. I didn't need him to fuck me. I was content just having him in me.

"Half an hour," Alex announced.

"Good, because I'm famished," I said, my stomach telling me I needed more than just cum to keep it satisfied.

"Me too," Cory added, "all this sitting back here is burning a lot of calories."

Alex laughed, "Yeah, you're not used to just sitting there are you?"

Cory concurred, "No, I'm missing my workouts."

"Well, maybe back at the hotel you can go for one," Alex suggested.

"I definitely should," Cory agreed, as he tapped my clit.

I took that as meaning to start riding him. Instead of riding though, I began to grind my pussy on his cock, moving my hips back and forth... wanting to slowly milk his cock.

"I could use a work out too," I added. "Sitting here these past two days has made me kind of stiff." I smirked at the accidental usage of the word stiff.

"I'm stiff right now," Cory bantered.

"Maybe a nice soaking in a hot tub would do us all good," Alex suggested.

"For sure," I agreed, adding, "it would definitely loosen me up a bit."

"I imagine you're pretty tight being stuck back here," Alex added.

I could barely not roar with laughter, as I continued grinding on his cock, slowly creating pleasure inside me.

Cory began rubbing my clit, shifting my body to focusing on pleasure and not idle chit chat.

I began grinding faster and yet another orgasm was quickly on the rise.

Suddenly, as my orgasm grew, Cory stopped rubbing my clit and held my hips in place. He whispered, "To be continued."

I looked back at him and mouthed, "Are you serious?"

He shrugged, and went onto his phone.

I began riding him, wanting to get off, but he just grabbed my hips and put me back on his lap. I texted:

M: What the fuck???

He texted back:

C: All good things CUM to those who wait.

I sighed dramatically, just as Alex said, "We're here."

"Good," I said. "My ass is killing me."

"I bet it is," Alex agreed, sounding sympathetic... more oblivious responses to my true meaning. Keeping him in the dark was a major turn-on, but a small part of me did feel really bad.

Yet, that part was overruled by the dominance of my son.

I slyly got off his cock, and out of the car, as soon as Alex pulled into a parking spot.

Alex laughed, "You must really need to stretch."

I agreed, even as wetness leaked down my leg, "I can't handle sitting in the same position for too long."

Cory walked by and whispered, "Good to know."

As Alex checked us in, we learned that there was only one room left, apparently a rodeo was in town. We took it and I wondered how I was going to get Cory in me again or how the gangbang was even going to work. I then shook my head at the thought. What was becoming of me?

We got into our hotel and then headed straight for dinner, all of us famished.

At dinner, we talked mostly about Cory's new life at college and the new adventures it would bring. The entire time I was sad. I would have been sad regardless of the past two days... but the sadness of empty nest syndrome was replaced by the sadness of empty ass and cunt syndrome. Absurd, but true.

As dinner ended, Cory said, "Dad, can I take the car to go shopping?"

"Sure," Alex nodded. "Your mother and I will go use the hot tub."

"TMI!" Cory joked.

I added, "Yes, honey, Mommy and Daddy are going to have sex in the hot tub while you're gone."

"Sarah!" Alex gasped, not used to the more frank and sexual me.

Cory laughed, "It's okay Dad, I know you two have sex."

Alex shook his head, handing Cory the keys and said, "Please get the car filled too."

"Sure, Dad," Cory nodded, taking the keys.

Once he was gone, I said, putting my hand on my husband's crotch, trying to use my son's reawakening of my sexuality to improve, maybe save, my marriage, "So about the hot tub?"

Alex said, "I could use a soak."

"I could use a cock in me," I whispered back, rubbing his dick.

"Honey," he groaned.

"Let's go," I said.

"Okay," he agreed.

I led him to the hotel room and immediately dropped to my knees, pulled down his pants and took his cock in my mouth.

He groaned, "I thought we were going to the hot tub."

I sucked for a few seconds, before standing up and smiling, "We are."

"I'm not complaining," he said, as he got undressed, "but I have to ask, what's with the sudden, um..."

"Backseat claustrophobia seems to really get me horny," I answered the question not asked.

He laughed. "Well, I should make you sit back there every day."

"Are you trying to make me a sex maniac?" I joked, knowing I already was.

"There are worse things to be," he shrugged, putting his trunks on.

"Touché," I laughed.

We went to the pool and I was disappointed to see lots of people there... way too many to have some hot tub sex.

I whispered, "Think we can fuck here?"

"Not without having lots of witnesses," he said.

"If it wasn't for the kids I would so straddle you in the hot tub," I said, before walking away and going to the hot tub.

We had a twenty minute soak, chatting with another couple about great places to visit before heading back to the hotel room.

Once inside, I pushed Alex onto the bed and said, "It's no hot tub, but it'll do."

"What about Cory?" Alex asked.

"I'll text him and make sure he is still busy," I said.

I texted him:

M: Where are you?

He texted back:

C: Buying you something special for tomorrow's ride.

I texted him back:

M: You bad Mommy-fucker! How long until you are back?

C: Fifteen minutes. Don't you dare fuck Dad!! Tonight you're my slut!!

Those strong words turned me on... wishing Alex was that dominant and aggressive.

I responded, even though I wasn't sure how he planned to fuck me with us sharing one room:

M: Yes, Master!

I sighed, "Sorry, honey, Cory is already on his way back."

"Shit," he sighed.

I shrugged, thinking he didn't say anything about oral, "Probably enough time to give you an old fashioned blow job."

"You sure?" he asked.

"I want my dessert," I shrugged, tugging his trunks down and taking his cock back in my mouth.

"Oh God," he groaned, as I bobbed hungrily.

As I expected, he didn't last long, not even two minutes, before he warned, "I'm going to come."

I kept bobbing, swallowing it all, before I sat up and said, "Yummy."

"For your tummy," he joked, a saying we used on Cory when he was a child.

I rubbed my tummy and laughed, "Indeed."

I showered and came out to see Alex and Cory chatting while watching sports highlights.

I said, "Your turn, Alex."

"I think I'm going to have a bath," Alex said.

"Sure," I nodded.

Once Alex was gone and I heard the water running, I asked, "Soooooooo, what did you get me?"

"That is a surprise for tomorrow," Cory said with a smile.

"You know I hate surprises," I said.

"You have seemed to enjoy all my surprises so far," he shrugged, as he walked over to me.

"True enough," I nodded.

"Bend over," he ordered.

"You want to fuck me with your father in the next room?" I asked, in nothing but a robe.

"Better question is do you want me to fuck you with your husband in the next room?" he questioned, cupping my tits over my robe.

"You're so bad," I moaned, completely at his whim.

I used a wall for balance and bent over.

Cory moved behind me and quickly slid his cock in me. He fucked me quickly for maybe fifteen seconds before we heard the sudden opening of the bathroom door.

Cory just moved away just in time and turned away to put his cock away as Alex came out and said, oblivious to what he had interrupted, "I forgot my razor and shaving cream."

I said, my heart racing with almost getting caught, "It's in the suitcase."

He went to grab it while Cory said, "I'm going to go and take Mom for a drive."

"Oh, where?" Alex asked, as he rummaged through the suitcase.

I walked over to him and said, as I grabbed the travel bag he couldn't find, "You really do have man eyes."

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