“Um… yeah.” He nodded, blushing again.
“Am I pretty enough to steal a kiss from you? Prettier than Gwen?” I leaned my face toward him, massaging his cock through his shorts.
“You’re prettier than Gwen, Mom.” He leaned in.
We were tentative at first. Our lips touched. We pecked a few times. But soon, my tongue was in his mouth, and he groped at my boobs through my sweater. We were making out like teenagers.
“Mind… if I… join… you?” I crawled over to him, and got between his legs on the floor, pulling his shorts and underwear off him. I settled on my knees on the floor mat and took his cock in both hands. “Let’s play a little game. I’m going to work you for a little while. If you can hold it for fifteen minutes, you get to put it in me again.” I knew this would be easy for him, but, of course, I wanted him to win. “If you cum in my mouth, no sex today. Deal?”
“Um… sure…” He clutched at the car’s seat as I went to work with a slow, sloppy blowjob.
After a few minutes, I felt his body go rigid.
“Mom, there’s some lady walking her dog.” He put his hand in my hair and pulled me off his cock.
“Does she see us?” I looked up at him, still pumping his dick with my hands. He had me so riled up, my brain hadn’t processed the danger we were in. Rather than panic, it felt delightfully wicked that some woman might get the surprise of the year if she got too nosy. Spit dripped down my chin, but I didn’t care.
“I… don’t think so.” Christopher looked like he was in a bit of a panic, bless his heart. He and Gwen probably didn’t do naughty things in public. I remembered that Carl and I messed around behind a restaurant once a long time ago. It wasn’t as exciting as this. Not by a long shot.
“What do you think she’d do if she saw us?” I lazily stroked him and looked around for the best place to have sex. It wasn’t quite fifteen minutes yet, but my son deserved his prize.
“She’d call the police.” Christopher looked down at me in wonder.
“Is she heading our way?” I pulled the condom I’d brought out of my purse. “We wouldn’t want her to see what happens next.” I undressed, dropping my clothes on the floor. These games Christopher and I played really made me reckless.
“She’s walking away. She didn’t see us.”
“Let’s move to the back.” I smacked Christopher’s bare but as he crawled into the backseat. I followed him and sat next to him. “It’s not roomy, but it will do.” I removed the condom from its foil and rolled it onto his dick. “Ready?” I crawled onto his lap. He still had on his shirt, so I tugged it over his head and tossed it on the floor with my clothes.
“I’m… ready.” Christopher swallowed like his throat was very dry. It was so cute.
“I’m still a little sore after last time, so I’m going to start slow.” I reached between my legs and guided him in. I wasn’t true to my words. Within a minute, I rode him hard. I hit my head on the car’s ceiling several times and eventually had to hug my son’s shoulders and place my head next to his to keep from giving myself a concussion. Other than my head, nothing hurt this time. My pussy had adjusted to him.
If that dog walker had been a little later on her outing, she surely would have noticed the car rocking back and forth. I wondered if she’d take another route home. She didn’t.
Just as I was coming down from my second orgasm, I looked out the side window and locked eyes with a blonde woman walking her dog. Her mouth was a rictus of surprise as she stared at me. I didn’t recognize her, thank God. My hips never stopped. She didn’t know it, but this woman was witnessing a mother slowly outcompeting her son’s girlfriend. A rush of pride and ecstasy swept through me. Her dog tugged on the leash, and the woman quickly walked away. It won’t surprise you to learn that I had the most intense orgasm of my life moments later.
I rode Christopher so hard I thought I might break the backseat. The sun was setting by the time his telling low growl filled the car. “Go ahead, sweetie,” I whispered in his ear.
“Oh… ughhhh… Mom.” His hands gripped my ass tight. He pinned me down on him, halting the progress of my hips, and he unloaded. It was pure joy.
After some time, I pulled off him and gingerly sat next to him. I hoped I wasn’t dripping too much. At least I hadn’t had the flood again. “That was magical, Christopher.” I pulled off the condom and put it in the little baggie I’d brought in my purse.
“Yeah.” He was still breathing too hard to say much. The smile on his face spoke volumes. I cuddled up next to him and put my head on his shoulder, gently stroking his hard chest. That postcoital moment almost matched the sex in its perfection. We didn’t say anything. We didn’t have to. I never wanted that afternoon to end. But it was getting dark outside.
“Let’s get home. Your father shouldn’t come back to an empty house.” I sat up and bent to retrieve my clothes, but his hands were quickly on my hips.
Still without words, he put me on all fours in the backseat. He got behind me.
“Wait. I didn’t bring two condoms. And we have to… uuuugggghhhhhhh… get back to… ooooohhhhhhh.” In that position, he smacked up against my cervix again, harder than when I was on top. The pain returned to my pussy. “Wait… uh… uh… we should… ugh… ughhhhh.” The pain morphed into a brand-new pleasure. I had no more words of protest.
My son humped me like a bitch in the backseat of my car for a long time. He even took hold of my hair at one point, a trick I’m sure he learned with Gwen. I lost all track of space and time. I went from one howling climax to the next as night settled around us. Finally, he pulled out and sprayed my back and ass. I collapsed on the seat, a quivering, mewling mess.
As I regained my composure, I could hear him dressing next to me. I sat up and he handed me my clothes. We dressed in silence. When I felt fit enough to drive, I crawled back into the front seat and started the car.
“I’m sorry about the second time without a condom, Mom. You just looked too good.” Christopher climbed into the passenger seat. He was still smiling ear-to-ear. I didn’t detect much apology in his tone. That was okay. As long as he pulled out in time, there wasn’t really any harm. And, I couldn’t deny it, I’d loved knowing his bare cock was inside me.
“Don’t worry about it.” I pulled the car out of the parking lot. My back and butt were sticky with cum under my clothes. “What are we going to tell your father?”
“He knows you picked me up today. We’ll just say… we were hanging out.” Christopher shrugged and buckled up.
Hanging out indeed.