The Jeep rumbled on for another few hours, the sun dipping lower but the heat clinging stubbornly to the air. Eliza remained impaled on Conner's cock, her pussy still twitching around him from their earlier climax, his cum warm and slick inside her. They'd settled into a lazy rhythm of subtle shifts and whispers, stealing glances and soft kisses whenever Hugh's attention wandered. But now, as Conner's hips bucked up once more, driving deep, Eliza's body tensed. He thrust harder, her walls clenching, and she buried her face in his neck, moaning wildly into his mouth as he came again—ropes of hot cum pumping into her, filling her pussy to overflowing. Juices leaked down his shaft, soaking their thighs.
The car began to slow, tires crunching on gravel as Hugh signaled for an exit. Panic surged through Eliza; her pussy throbbed, pumped full and leaking steadily. 'Shit,' she hissed, lifting off him with a wet pop, cum dribbling out immediately. She snatched a shirt peeking from a box in the back, wiping frantically at her dripping folds and his softening cock. Conner did the same, grabbing a spare tee to mop up the mess on his thighs. She yanked her panties up, the fabric instantly staining dark with their mixed fluids, then tugged her shorts over them—more stains blooming through. Conner's shorts followed, his boxers and fabric clinging damply to his skin.
Eliza spotted a crumpled dirty shirt at the bottom of one of his boxes and stuffed it inside for later disposal. She rummaged quickly, pulling out a fresh pair of her clothes—a light sundress and fresh underwear. 'Bathroom break,' she announced breathlessly as Hugh parked in the lot of a rundown motel-slash-restaurant, a dusty oasis in the middle of nowhere, cornfields stretching endlessly around it. 'Gotta change out of these sweaty things too.'
Hugh glanced back, oblivious, chuckling. 'Go for it, hon. Long drive's got us all sticky.'
Conner laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head, his cock now fully softened but still tingling. 'Yeah, uh, real sweaty back here.'
Eliza dashed inside the motel's small lobby-bathroom combo, cleaning up as best she could, the stains a constant reminder pulsing between her legs. She changed quickly, the fresh dress hugging her curves, and when she emerged, a new glow lit her face—flushed cheeks, bright eyes, a secret satisfaction humming through her. Conner noticed immediately, his gaze lingering as they regrouped.
Hugh handled the front desk, booking two rooms—his and Eliza's adjoining, Conner's a couple doors down. 'Figured we'd crash here, stretch our legs, grab some grub,' he said, slapping the keys down. 'Tomorrow's another long haul.'
They wandered into the attached restaurant, a dimly lit diner with vinyl booths and the sizzle of burgers on the grill. Eliza slid into the booth next to Conner, their thighs pressing under the table, while Hugh took the opposite side, facing them. Menus slapped down, and they ordered—Hugh a steak, Conner fries and a burger, Eliza a salad and iced tea, her foot already brushing Conner's calf.
As they ate and chatted about the drive, Eliza's hand slipped under the tablecloth, fingers tracing the outline of Conner's cock through his shorts. He stiffened instantly under her touch, fork pausing mid-bite. 'So, backseat ride treating you okay, son?' Hugh asked, munching his steak.
Conner swallowed hard, her palm stroking slowly. 'Yeah, Dad. Bumpy, but Mom's making it... bearable. Real close quarters.'
Eliza squeezed gently, her voice light with innuendo. 'Oh, he's handling the pressure just fine. Keeps things exciting back there—feels like we're really connected.' She rubbed firmer, thumb circling the head through fabric as Conner bit his lip.
Hugh laughed, wiping his mouth. 'You two and your jokes. Glad you're not fighting over space.'
'Not fighting,' Conner managed, voice steady despite her grip tightening. 'More like... riding it out together.' They shared a quick, knowing glance, her caress turning teasing as she ate her salad, the table talk flowing innocently while her hand worked him to half-hardness.
Later, after settling bags in their rooms, Hugh pulled Eliza into theirs, the door clicking shut. The day's drive had him bold, his hands roaming as he kissed her neck. 'Once we drop Conner off, it'll just be us again,' he murmured, tugging her dress up. 'Missed this.'
She didn't deny him—Hugh was still her husband, after all. They tumbled onto the bed, clothes shedding in a familiar rush. He entered her missionary-style first, thrusting steady, but as she wrapped her legs around him, memories flooded: Conner's thicker cock stretching her, filling her deeper. Hugh satisfied her, his rhythm hitting her spots, but it paled against the forbidden thrill. She flipped them, straddling him, riding with sudden wildness—hips slamming down, pussy grinding hard.
Hugh's eyes widened, surprised but eager, his hands gripping her ass as he thrust up to match. 'Damn, Eliza, you're on fire tonight.'
Her thoughts spiraled to Conner—imagining him claiming her, fucking his slutty mother raw, owning her body like Hugh never could. She bounced faster, moans spilling free, lost in the fantasy of her son's cock lodged deep, pounding her relentlessly. Hugh groaned, caught up, his thrusts growing erratic until he came hard, flooding her with his load. He panted, spent, rolling off with a satisfied sigh.
But Eliza burned, her pussy aching for more, unsatisfied by the comparison. As Hugh flipped through the motel's fuzzy TV channels, yawning, she slipped out. 'Need something from the shop,' she said, dashing to the small attached convenience store. Sleeping pills—harmless dose, but enough. Back in the room, she stirred them into a cup of water. 'Here, hydrate,' she urged, handing it over.
Hugh downed it gratefully, the day's energy crash hitting hard. 'Yeah, wiped out.' His eyes drooped as the meds kicked in, breaths evening into deep snores within minutes. Eliza watched, satisfied—he'd sleep through the night, maybe into morning, the box of pills ensuring it.
She washed up quickly, the warm water soothing her skin, then slipped into a thin robe and sandals. Bare underneath, she padded softly down the hall, knocking lightly on Conner's door two rooms away.
Knocks echoed; Conner stirred, voice muffled. 'Who is it?'
'It's me, baby,' she whispered.
The door cracked open, his eyes widening in surprise. He pulled her in, the lock clicking automatically behind them. Eliza shrugged off the robe, letting it pool at her feet, sandals kicked aside—completely naked, her perky C-cup breasts heaving, pussy still slick from Hugh and her lingering arousal.
Conner stared, shocked, then excited, his cock twitching in his shorts. He closed the gap, wrapping her in his arms, kissing her hungrily—full of lust and forbidden passion, tongues tangling desperately. She matched him, hands roaming, nails digging into his back.
They stripped him together—her fingers yanking his shirt over his head, his shorts shoved down, cock springing free, already hard and thick. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread; Eliza knelt on the carpet, eyes locked on his as she leaned in. Her mouth enveloped his cock, sucking savoringly, tongue swirling around the head, tracing every vein. She took him deeper than she ever could with Hugh—Conner's size stretched her lips wide, and she loved it, bobbing with expert twists, hollowing her cheeks, tongue flicking the underside relentlessly.
Conner's moans echoed in the room, hands fisting her hair as his mother's mouth worked him over—wet slurps filling the air, her throat relaxing to swallow more. She hummed around him, vibrations shooting pleasure up his shaft, savoring every inch like it was hers to worship.
He came with a guttural groan, ropes of cum erupting into her mouth. Eliza swallowed every drop like a pro, pulling off with a pop, opening wide to show him her empty tongue—proud, teasing.
Conner crawled backward onto the bed, still on his back, cock glistening. She followed, crawling over him, hovering her dripping pussy above his tip. Then she dropped hard, impaling herself fully, moans unhinged now—no music to muffle, no fear of waking anyone. 'Fuck, yes!' she screamed, riding furiously, hips pistoning as her pussy clenched around him.
'I love this cock, baby—love you fucking your mommy like this,' she gasped, grinding down deep. 'You love Mommy's slut pussy? Raised such a big boy to stretch me out?'
Conner gripped her hips, thrusting up. 'God, yes—your pussy's mine, Mom. So tight, so wet for your son. Fuck, you're my slutty little secret.'
She rode like her life depended on it, breasts bouncing, screams of pleasure raw and ecstatic. He flipped her onto her back in one swift move, pinning her legs wide, thrusting wildly—cock slamming in and out, the wet slaps echoing off the walls, her pussy squelching with every plunge.
Eliza yelled pure ecstasy, voice breaking. 'Harder, son! Fuck your mommy— this forbidden cock owns me! I love it, love being your whore!' She clawed his back, lost in the taboo bliss she'd never voiced before.
He kissed her fiercely, thrusts unrelenting, then trailed down—lips capturing a nipple, sucking hard on her perky C-cup breast. 'Suck Mommy's tits!' she screamed, arching into him, the other hand mashing her free breast.
Conner lavished them both, tongue lashing, teeth grazing as he pounded deeper. Her screams peaked, pussy fluttering wildly. He felt his buildup, balls tightening— with a final, brutal thrust, he lodged deep inside her, cumming hard, flooding her womb with thick spurts.
Eliza's orgasm crashed with his, walls milking him dry, but the night stretched on, their bodies entangled, far from done.