On The Road With Mom Ch 03

We pulled into a motel parking lot a couple hours after that. I had managed to drive the whole way without killing us, which was bordering on miraculous considering the fact that in the last two hours my mother had given me a handjob, a blowjob, another handjob, and another blowjob.

She marveled at the geysers of cum spewing from my pulsating, throbbing cock even as she drank it, and she said there's no WAY I could get hard again after something like that, not for hours ... but then I'd look down at the way her tits were swaying and bouncing gently as we went down the road, and I'd remember the sight of her prim middleaged brown hair hovering over my lap, and I'd remember the slurping sounds her lips had made on my cock, and I'd remember the little dab of my cum at the corner of her mouth which her tongue darted out to lick away, and my cock would rise again, and again, and again, and as the copilot it would be her job to take care of the problem. She took care of it, all right. In spades.

And I was hard again. "Let's forget the bags," I said to her as I turned the car off, "and just go up to the room right now."

She looked down in amazement at yet another huge bulge in my pants. "My GOD, Teddy! Again? How can you keep DOING that??"

"For you, Mom..." I started. She knew the finish of that sentence. "So can we?"

She looked hungrily at the bulge, and seemed about to give in, but then she shook her head. "No, honey. Listen, I'm exhausted, and I'm starving, I haven't had anything to eat all day."

I grinned. "Really? You've had something in your mouth, though..."

"HEY." She held up her pointing finger, which I knew from years of scoldings meant business. "Young man, we do NOT mention things like that in the light of day, in public. Do you get me?

"One understanding we're going to have to have, no matter what happens, is that when there are people around you and I are MOTHER and SON and there is no hint or suggestion of anything improper, EVER, or our lives will be over. We may even be arrested, I don't know. Do you understand what I'm saying? For the time being I am just YOUR MOTHER, period. Nothing more. Got me?"

I nodded. "I got it, Mom. Sorry."

"And anyway I don't like that dirty talk when it's not...dirty time, I guess, if you know what I mean. There's a place for dirty talk, and there's a place for appropriateness. Got me?"

"I got it. Really. No problem."

She cleared her throat, glancing once at the bulge in my jeans. "Now. You get rid of THAT, mister, because you and I are going to that restaurant right over there and having dinner like two normal people who've been driving all day. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Now let's go."

And with that she got out of the car and put on her coat. The subject was closed.

It was not easy to get rid of, but I thought of horror movies and other sick shit, and if I walked slightly hunched-over, like my back was hurting from driving all day, you couldn't tell what was on my mind anymore.

We checked into the hotel and I lugged our bags up to the room (two beds this time, no impropriety), then we went back downstairs and went into the restaurant next door. A mother and her son, stopping overnight for some dinner and some sleep. Entirely proper.

But a funny thing seemed to happen to my mother when the waitress seated us. She took hold of my hand and squeezed it, and smiled over at me with a smile I didn't know very well, a mischievous smile, and as the waitress seated us in a booth my mom scooted in next to me, not across from me, and leaned over to kiss me.

Was this a test? Who gave a shit? I kissed her back.

"Sorry," Mom said, looking up at the waitress and straightening her hair. "My boyfriend and I just got into town and we haven't seen each other for a long time. I kind of can't keep my hands off him."

The waitress laughed. "Don't worry about it, I understand. Would you prefer a booth in the back half of the restaurant? It's a bit more secluded..."

"No, it's all right, we'll behave. But thank you."

The waitress said she'd get us some waters and some menus and she walked off.

I turned to Mom. "What the heck was---"

But she was already leaning up against me and pressing her lips against mine and pressing her palm against my chest. So I pulled her close to me and kissed her back, and the kissing got heavier, and soon we were sucking on each other's tongues and my cock was getting hard again...and the waitress was standing there. She was smiling.

My mother blushed furiously. "I'm so sorry..."

"Please don't be," the waitress said, laughing, setting the water and the menus down. "My husband and I used to be the same way. He worked on oil rigs and I'd go months without seeing him, and when we got together, ooh boy..."

She fanned herself, giggling at the memory. "So you two enjoy yourselves, it's all right." She left us alone again.

Mom reached over and cupped the bulge in my pants. "He just never goes away, does he?" she whispered.

"Uh, I thought...I thought we were supposed to be just mother and son..."

"I know, I know, but...I remembered that waitress from last night and I just couldn't help myself, it's so...so THRILLING and DARING to pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend with you out here in the middle of nowhere, where nobody knows us and they'll never see us again. It's such an adventure. And then I think of what you're going to do to me in that hotel room and OH BABY I get so wet,.

She took my hand and put it between her thighs and pressed my palm against her and I could actually feel that, yes, her pants were a little damp there; she pulled me close to kiss her some more.

Having the license to go to town, I quickly started cupping her huge breasts, which elicited a meowing gasp of approval from Mom as she kissed me. Then the waitress came back and asked if we were ready to order and we had to stop.

We picked up the menus and started looking, while the woman waited. It always takes me a little longer to decide what I want than Mom, so she started chatting with the waitress while I was figuring it out. They talked about the town, what little there was to do here, and then my mom asked about her husband. "Does he still work on the oil rigs?"

"No...unfortunately, Bill passed away about five years ago. Just about six, now, actually. He had cancer."

"Oh, honey, I'm SO SORRY," Mom said, taking her hand and squeezing it.

The waitress shrugged, smiling. "Oh, we had twenty good years together, so I can't complain."

"Twenty years, that's how long my husband and I were married," Mom said. "Only he didn't pass away, he passed ME off for a younger model." She smiled over at me. "So I guess I did the same thing."

She laughed. "Well good for you! I'd do that myself, the only problem is that all the young men around here are the kids of friends of mine so I'd be in trouble." She looked over at me. "You're a lucky woman, my dear. Very lucky."

Mom squeezed my hand. "Thank you. I AM lucky. I...was so lonely before he came along. It gets so lonely sometimes."

"Yes, it does," the waitress agreed.

"You miss a man's touch, you feel like you'll go crazy if somebody doesn't pay a little attention to you once in awhile." She looked into my eyes, leaned forward and kissed me.

"He's my little prize for making it through, I think," Mom said, then turned to the waitress. "I wish you had a prize, too, Darla." That's what her nametag said.

Darla shrugged again, smiling, melancholy. "It's okay. Maybe someday."

"Someday," Mom said, and then we ordered. The food came, Mom and Darla chatted a bit more, Mom and I kissed a bit more, we drank some coffee and talked to Darla a bit more, then Darla went to get our check.

Mom leaned close to me. I thought she wanted to kiss me, but she shook her head and whispered, "Teddy...do you think Darla is attractive?"

"What?"

"You heard me. Is Darla attractive to you? I know you said that waitress from last night wasn't attractive, she was too skinny, but Darla's curvier than the other lady. She's got a nice backside, and bigger boobs---not as big as MINE, of course---and she's very pretty. Don't you think so? And she's at least my age, maybe even a little older. What do you think?"

"I..." Darla came back with our check and set it down.

She was tall, almost as tall as I was, and she had long strawberry-blonde hair, she wore a bit too much makeup to try and hide her age but yes, she was pretty, and yes she had bigger breasts than the waitress from last night (nothing compared to my mother's, but that was true of most women on the planet)...and yes, her hips were nice and round and her ass was pretty plump, I had to admit...finally I looked over at Mom and shrugged and nodded yes.

While Mom was counting out the change, she said to her: "Darla, I hope you don't mind my asking, but what time to you get off work tonight?"

She looked up. "Uh, one o'clock, about half an hour. Why?"

"It's just that we've really enjoyed talking to you, you're a wonderful person, and if you're not too tired and if you don't have anything important to do..."

Darla laughed. "Not a thing, not a thing. Just watching TV 'til I fall asleep, like usual."

"Well, if you're interested, why don't you come across the street and come see us in our room for awhile? If you'd like to, we'd love to have you."

Darla paused, and I wasn't entirely sure that she wasn't going to get angry and throw us out of the restaurant.

What was my mother suggesting? What was Darla thinking my mother was suggesting?

She looked down at her shoes for a second, then glanced over at me, and seeing me looking back at her she gave me a frank once-over and looked me in the eyes, and finally a smile spread across her face and she looked back at my mother. "You know what? I think I'd like that. Sure, I'll run over there for a bit, why not?"

"Oh, good," Mom said. "It's room 229. Second floor, near the back."

"I'll be there," she said, and took our money.

#

Walking across the street to the hotel, holding hands, I looked over at my mother, who was surprising me more and more with each passing second.

I said, "Uh, what---"

She squeezed my hand, giggling. "I can't believe I did that!" she cried out.

"I can't either," I said. "What... who... what exactly are you...."

"I don't know, I'm just... I'm just GOING WITH IT. It's so exciting! We're in the middle of nowhere! I don't think I've ever been this excited," she said, and I had to run to keep up with her.

#

There was a knock on our door.

Mom and I were sitting on our respective beds, waiting. Mom had washed and put on a robe. I'd put on clean clothes. I was too nervous to be horny, I hadn't even kissed her for the last half an hour.

Mom told me to get the door, and I got up on shaking legs and walked over and opened the door. There stood Darla the waitress, her hair let out of its tight bun and spilling down over her shoulders, a bit more lipstick and eye shadow on, and wearing a red leather-like jacket, but otherwise no different. She smiled when she saw me and said hi.

"Hi," I croaked, and stepped back so she could come in the room. She did, walking past me and over to where my mother was.

My mother stood and they hugged and whispered and giggled, and my mother helped Darla take off her coat, dropped it onto a chair, and asked Darla to sit down on the bed with her. Darla did.

"So you've met my boyfriend Teddy," Mom said, indicating me.

"Yes, I certainly have," Darla agreed, grinning over at me.

"Except I should be a bit more precise about that," Mom said. "He's not really my BOYFRIEND."

My eyes bulged. What the fuck! Was she about to tell this woman that I was HER SON? Had she gone crazy? Had incest driven her insane? Should I try and stop her? Oh my----

"I guess you'd say he's more my, uhm, what's the expression for it, you know, when you spend time on and off with a man younger than yourself and you aren't in a committed relationship with him but you still are physical with him....? You know what...?"

"You mean a boy toy?" Darla suggested.

Mom clapped her hands together, laughing. "Yes! A boy toy! Teddy is my boy toy! And a wonderful boy toy he is, too, may I add."

They both looked at me.

"He sure looks wonderful," Darla agreed amiably, smiling over at me.

"Yes he is, especially right HERE," Mom said, slapping her hand down on the bed. "I don't want to go into details, but I can tell you that last night---we spent the night in Fairfield---was the greatest sex of my entire life, bar NONE, and this morning I could hardly walk or think or talk or chew gum at the same time."

They both laughed. "Have you ever had sex that good, Darla?"

"Not for a long, long time I haven't," Darla sighed.

"Do you miss it?"

She took a deep breath. "Oh, honey, I think you know the answer to that one."

They looked at each other, coming to some sort of understanding, and Mom raised her hand to me. "Teddy, sweetie, come over here, please."

I crossed the room and stood before them. They looked up at me. What was I supposed to do, exactly? I didn't know, so I just stood.

"Darla, I've been thinking about it, and I'd like to share him with you. Would you like Teddy to be your boy toy for awhile?"

She grinned. "Honey, I think you know the answer to that one, too. I didn't come over here to watch the late news with you-all."

My mother nodded, smiling, and looked up at me again. "Teddy?"

"Yeah?"

"We want you to perform in bed for both of us tonight. Will you do that?"

I cleared my throat and swallowed. To say this was uncharted territory was putting it very mildly. VERY mildly. Finally my mouth worked, and I said, "Okay."

My mother nodded, and in her mother-voice said to me, "Take off your clothes for us, please." I started to step back, but Mom grabbed my belt. "No, I didn't tell you to go anywhere, did I? You just stay right here. Take off your shirt."

I pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor, kind of involuntarily flexing my muscles, even though I knew it was stupid.

"Oh, my," Darla gasped, looking up at me. Maybe it wasn't so stupid, after all. "Now take off your pants, honeypie," Darla went on. "Slower this time. Make it a show. Let us enjoy it, a couple of old broads like us." Darla laughed and they grinned at each other.

So I slowly unbuttoned my pants, ran the zipper down, down, down....then I hooked my thumbs over my belt and pulled them slowly down my legs and stepped out of them. My cock was not hard, not entirely hard yet, still adjusting to this new adventure. It did create a sizeable bulge in my underpants even if I wasn't all the way hard.

"Oh my god," Darla whispered, staring straight at the bulge only inches from her ruby-red lipstick lips. "It's big."

"Just wait, it feels even bigger when it's inside you," my mother said quietly, absently slipping her hand inside her robe, to touch herself. "Darla, why don't you do the honors."

"I think I will," she said, then reached out and pulled the elastic out and down; my half-hard dick was now in full view. The underpants fell to my feet and I stepped out of them. My cock gently slapped my thigh as I moved.

"It's beautiful," Darla said, staring at it.

"Yes," my mother agreed, literally licking her lips. "And it's hard as a rock."

Both Darla and I looked at her in amazement, saying something so forward. It was totally unlike the woman who had raised me. Totally.

She went on. "Darla, I think what I'd like to see right now is what it looks like for someone else to suck and rub it, so I can watch and see what it looks like when I do it. Would you do that?"

"Sweetie you don't have to ask ME twice," Darla said, and she leaned forward, spreading her lips, and she engulfed my whole cock in one gulp, reaching up to grab my hips and pull me forward.

She opened her lipstick-smeared red lips and ducked her head down and took me into her mouth. She tried to take all of me in at once and started to gag, then backed up a bit and found a comfortable place and started sucking, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock. Her mouth made strange sounds, gulping sounds, as she sucked me.

It kind of annoyed me frankly, after the amazingly sexy and wonderful humming-like sounds my mom had been making while sucking me in the car today....but I was prepared to handle it. And, truth be told, the way she worked her lips and her tongue were very good. She wasn't anywhere in the neighborhood of Mom, but she was a good cocksucker.

I settled my feet down and relaxed and put my hand on her head, as I liked to do when a woman was sucking me, kind of like I was steering them. They seemed to like it. MOM hadn't liked it today, and told me in no uncertain terms to get my hand off her head, but I attributed that to the fact that it meant one less hand on the steering wheel. I would try it again tonight.

Yes, she WAS good. I moved my pelvis forward to push a bit more of my cock into Darla's hungry mouth, and I grunted as she took it and gulped louder, and I whispered, "Oh, yeah....oh.....FUCK......"

"You watch your mouth, young man," my mother said.

I opened my eyes and looked at her, and I realized that Darla had stopped sucking me (though she didn't take my cock out of her mouth) and was looking over at her, too.

My mother realized what she'd just said and blushed furiously. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to....never mind. Go right on ahead. I'm sorry."

There was a moment of silence and none of us were sure what to do, and then slowly Darla began sucking my cock again, gulping away, but I noticed she wasn't taking as much in now and she wasn't quite as into it as she'd just been. I left my hand off her head. It still felt good though....

I glanced over at my mother, who was watching us, and there was a strange look on her face. Partly I could see she was nervous because of what she'd said, but there was more. She seemed to be bothered by what she was seeing. Maybe it was just plain old easier to DO it than to SEE it---she was still my prudish, meek, quiet little mom, after all, and this had to be at least a little bit shocking---but I didn't think it was that. It was something else.

She frowned, and looked away, and then looked back again, and looked at me and saw me looking at her, and as our eyes met I realized with a sudden bang that I didn't want this woman to be sucking my dick anymore. I wanted MOM to be sucking my dick. Only her, only her forever. I felt like I was cheating on her. This was.....wrong.

My cock started to lose its hardness, and I could feel Darla's confusion as she tried sucking harder and started rubbing me to keep me up, but as I looked at my mother I just lost all desire for this woman.

It was the strangest thing. Darla started rubbing and sucking for all she was worth, and the gulping and slurping and slapping sounds filled the hotel room, squeezing my balls for a moment, grabbing my ass, trying anything she could do to get me hard again, but it was no good.

"Stop. Please stop," my mother said quietly, glancing down at Darla. Darla stopped, took me out of her mouth and wiped the spit from her lips, and looked over at her.

Mom said, "Darla, I'm....I'm so sorry, but I can't do this. I can't let this happen. I thought I could handle it, but I just can't. I'm very, very sorry."

Darla looked at her, then she looked up at me, then back at my mother.....all the while she was still holding my deflating cock in her hand.

Finally she let it go and it swung back down between my legs, defeated. Darla kept looking at her.

Finally Darla said, "Wait a second ...... you're his MOTHER, aren't you?"

"WHAT?" my mother squealed. "NO! I----NO, of course not! He's....my boyfriend! He's my boyfriend, that's all!" She looked at me, panicking, and I looked at her, stunned.