We were all packed up and ready to go. Mom and I were on the porch saying our goodbyes to Aunt Linda.
"Remember," my aunt said, "you promised to come back and visit for the holidays when Rachel is home on break." The possibility that I might be spending this Christmas having an incestuous orgy with my mom, aunt, and cousin Rachel was almost too much for me to contemplate at the moment.
Mom and Aunt Linda hugged and kissed. Not a quick smooch, but more of a long, open-mouthed make out session. For a second I thought they were going to start going at it right there on the porch. When she was done with my mother, my aunt came over and gave me the same treatment. As we kissed her breasts pressed close to my chest, and I felt her grind herself against my crotch, stealing one last cheap thrill before we went.
"Whatever you do with your mom," Aunt Linda said when our kiss finally ended, "it'll be okay, as long as you do it with love." With that tid-bit of wisdom she slapped me on the ass and sent me on my way.
Mom took the wheel and we headed west toward Texas. We planned to stay at a nice hotel for this one last night of our road trip, then tomorrow we'd be in our new place. Her company had arranged a house for her to rent until she found something else. I was trying to get myself to focus on spending the night alone with Mom, but my mind kept wandering. I couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to be a father.
"You're awfully quiet," Mom said, nudging my leg. "What's on your mind, sweetie?"
"It's something I saw back at Aunt Linda's house."
"Geez, I was afraid of this," she fretted. "Now that the excitement is over, you're upset about seeing me have sex with your aunt, aren't you?"
"Wow. No, not even remotely close. I loved watching you two play together. It was amazing what we all shared."
"Whew!" Mom wiped her brow as an exaggerated show of relief. "I'm glad to hear that. I'm really looking forward to tasting your cousin's sweet young puss under the mistletoe." She squeezed my thigh and licked her lips as the sinful thought floated through her mind. "So what is it then?"
"Mom," I swallowed hard and just asked, "can you still get pregnant?"
"C'mon, I'm not that old..." She trailed off when she realized why I must be asking and her expression became serious. "Your father had a vasectomy while I was still pregnant with you, so I never needed to use birth control or anything. I've got a while to go before my 'change.' So, yes, I can still get pregnant."
"That's why you don't want us to go all the way, isn't it? The reason you don't want me to come inside you?" I looked at her when she didn't answer right away. Her jaw was set, and she had that guilty look on her face. She just nodded in response to my question. "But then I did come inside you."
"I'm a few days late." She whispered. That hung between us for a long while before she spoke again. "But that could be for lots of reasons. It's probably just all the stress. And maybe the fact that I've had more sex than usual in the past few weeks. A lot more. But I don't know anything for sure right now."
"But what if you are? What if I made you pregnant?"
Mom pulled over to the side of the road and parked. She looked into my eyes and stroked my hair lovingly.
"It's too early to be worried about that, sweetheart." Her hand went reflexively to her belly. "I don't know what I'd do, but no matter what happens we'll figure it out together."
I nodded dumbly and she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and then on the mouth. Her lips felt so warm and comforting. Her tongue assured me everything would be all right. Her hands on my body gave me strength and confidence.
"No amount of worrying ever fixed anything," she told me. "Let's not get dragged down by 'what ifs' and 'maybes' that might never come. We're starting a new life and I don't want to miss a single chance to enjoy it." She ran her hand down into my crotch to make sure I knew what she meant. "Okay?"
"Mother knows best," I managed a weak smile. She always knew how to make me feel better. "But don't expect a big ring if we have to get married."
"Oh, God, can I finish getting rid of my first husband before I have to deal with a second." She laughed and pulled back onto the road.
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Mom had opted for the scenic route, so we made our way on old two lane roads and rural highways. I was navigating using a couple of crappy gas station maps. My mood was much improved, and mom spent most of the ride so far telling me funny stories about all the trouble she and her sister had gotten up to when they were little.
"I have to pee." Mom wiggled in her seat. "How about you?"
"I could use a pit stop." I glanced at the map. "There's a town in about fifteen miles." As I was speaking Mom pulled over to the side of the road. We were in an unpopulated area surrounded by scrubby woods.
"I have to go now," Mom said with a mischievous smirk and got out of the car. I watched her head into the trees and took a moment to admire her bare legs showing from below her short, summer skirt, then I hopped out and followed her. She had stopped only about thirty yards into the woods, we could easily see the car from there. She was leaning on a big tree waiting for me.
"This looks like a good spot for you to go." Her eyes moved down to the front of my pants. I unzipped and took out my semi-erect penis. I stepped up to the tree and prepared to take my piss. "Can I hold it?" my mom asked in her most adorable voice.
I nodded and let go of my stiffening cock. She moved behind me, then reached around and held my shaft with just her finger tips on the underside, and thumb on top. I took me several moments to relax and get things flowing.
"Mmm, I like that," Mom purred in my ear as she watched me go. She moved my cock around, pointing it every which way, then jiggling it around so my stream made looping patterns on the dry tree bark. She giggled with delight at her new game. Just as the flow began to weaken she timidly edged one finger forward and touched my stream of piss right where it was squirting from my slit.
Mom squealed gleefully at the sensation, then emboldened by it, she actually cupped her hand beneath my fading stream and caught the last of it in her palm. It overflowed and spilled between her fingers. She then gripped my erection with her piss-soaked hand and stroked me. I know I should have been grossed out by this, but it seemed no matter what my mom did it was sexy beyond all reason.
"I can't hold it any longer," she said. "Do you want to watch me?"
"I do, Mom. I want to watch you to pee for me."
