All persons engaging in sex are over the age of 18
This is also my first attempt at a sequel, so please give me your thoughts and ideas for moving forward.
Tom and his mother had been talking about taking a vacation together for the past couple of months. Tom had recently graduated from high school, and his mother, Jeannie, wanted to spend some time with him before he left for college, and she was left alone with her husband. Tom's father, Bill, had pretty much disconnected from the rest of the family. He still lived at home but was off in his own world most of the time, and didn't have much to do with his wife or son.
The pair had decided that they would drive westward, and just see what they could find to entertain them for a couple of weeks before heading back home. No major plans, no itinerary, nobody they had to visit, and both of them were excited to spend time with each other.
On the first day of their trip, Tom had accidentally pocket-dialed his mother as he made a wish out loud to the genie in a wishing well, and his mother heard him vocalize his desires to make love to her. After much soul-searching, she had acquiesced to his desires that night in their hotel room.
Tom seemed to be slowly lifting out of dreamland, but was so enjoying his dreams, that he was in no hurry to awaken. He dreamed that he had made love to his mother the previous night and now could still feel the pleasurable feelings of her sweet body on his cock. Morning wood had been a nuisance for him many a morning, and he could certainly feel his hard-on today, but he could imagine his mother caressing it as he awakened. He slowly opened his eyes and found that he wasn't dreaming and that his mother had her hands wrapped around his stiffness and was languidly licking it and caressing it with her hands and tongue. She looked up at him and noticed he was finally awake. She smiled sexily at him, and took him deep into her mouth, slowly, while rolling her tongue around the head of his dick.
"Good morning sleepy head, did something wake you up with a smile today" she asked.
She put him back in her mouth and ran her tongue over the flare of his corona, and again and again over the frenulum below the head.
Tom just groaned in pleasure at the feelings that were emanating from his cock and raised his hips slightly to get deeper into her mouth. Jeannie plunged his cock deeper into her maw and used her tongue at the base of his dick now.
"Oh my god, I thought I was dreaming as I woke up," he said, "but this is better than any dream I ever had." "I don't think I can last a lot longer if you keep that up," he panted to his mother.
Jeannie just smiled at that, and looked lovingly into his eyes, and pulled him back into her mouth again. She used her hand at the base of his cock to stroke him slowly and knew that she had him ready to cum very soon if she continued to do what she was, and that was exactly what she wanted this morning.
"Go ahead sweetie, give mommy your cum, feed mommy her breakfast," she purred to him as she continued to stroke and lick his shaft. She put her lips back over him again, and just tongued him repeatedly, trying to get him to finish for her.
Tom's lust took over and he couldn't take any more of these feelings, and he yelled to her that he was going to cum.
"Oh mommy, take it, take my cum!" he panted as he started pulsing jets of thick, white cum into his mother's mouth. She swallowed as he came and drank him down easily before she finally pulled back and looked him in the eyes again with a lustful, simmering look as more cum oozed out of the opening of his dick and down over her hand still gripping his shaft, flowing like hot lava down a hillside.
Jeannie put her hand to her mouth and licked it clean, then crawled up the bed and took her son in her arms, and hugged him tightly, lovingly.
"Did you expect to be awakened like that today, sweetie?" she asked. "Or ever have your mother suck the cum right out of you?"
Still trying to get his heart back to normal, Tom looked into her eyes and told her, "I never expected it, but boy, I certainly have dreamed about it a lot before!"
Jeannie leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips, and told him, "well, now you will have some memories to enhance those dreams in the future, and won't have to wonder what it would be like, and, this isn't going to be the only time either, so maybe you won't have to rely on dreams in the future!"
"Now," she said, "I don't know about you, but I would like to get some breakfast, something a little more solid than what I just drank, and we can get on the road again today. Are you ready to get dressed honey?"
Tom hugged her tightly and told her "I'm ready to go anywhere that you want, although my legs are still a little shaky it seems. You showered last night, why don't I get in now while you get dressed, then we'll head to the dining room and get going after we eat."
An hour later, the two of them were back on the road with Jeannie again taking the first shift driving. Both were dressed much as they had been the previous day, in light clothes considering the July sun and heat they were driving through.
The pair continued west-ward but had stayed off of the Interstate and were enjoying some of the smaller highways that went through the small towns on the map, towns that were now passed by too often.
They stopped for a light, late lunch about 1 pm in a small town at an ice cream and sandwich place on the main drag and went inside to get out of the sun and sit in something besides their car seats for a while.
Both of our lovers had cold sandwiches from the menu and were eating them and some potato salad that was really good, and definitely homemade. The joys of idyllic small-town life and businesses put smiles on both faces, and they flirted a bit with each other, playing footsie, and holding hands as they ate.
Tom ran his foot up his mother's leg as they sat across from each other in the booth. There was nobody that could see what they were doing, and not many people in the shop anyway since it was past the noon hour.
He had slipped his sandal off and was running his toes up the inside of her thigh and rubbing back and forth, lightly, gently, caressing her supple skin.
Jeannie reached down into her lap and put her hand on her son's foot. She lovingly massaged it and held it in her hands gently. She pulled his toes deeper into her lap, into the juncture where her legs met, and he could feel the warm, dewy feeling on his toes as she rubbed him on the lacy fabric.
"I'm going to the restroom, then we'll get back on the road," she told him. "Go if you need to, we probably won't stop again until we stop for the day, wherever you choose for that," she continued.