"First among mothers and first among women," I proclaimed as I slid into the front passenger seat of the sparkling Range Rover.
The object of my proclamation just rolled her eyes at me, only offering the bare edge of a smile. She looked distinctly uncomfortable. Not the greeting I'd expected considering how desperate she'd sounded last night..
"I'm really sorry to drag you over to campus." I said, quickly changing my tone. "Zach promised me a ride but then he totally flaked. I tried to borrow a car, but it was too late. I think the whole campus is emptying out this weekend."
"No, hon, it's fine. I'm not annoyed, I just really have to go to the bathroom. I'm pretty uncomfortable."
"Oh, Mom. I told you there's such a thing as over-hydration. Do you want to run into my dorm?"
"There's no parking, baby, and it's already going to take us forever to get home. I can hold it."
"Mom, that's silly. It will only take you a minute to run inside. I'll sit with the car."
"Honestly, Doug, I'm fine. I can't wait to start the weekend with my baby boy."
"If you say so."
She didn't look fine. She was squirming in the passenger seat, grinding her thighs together in her light gray yoga pants. The tensing and untensing of her thick thighs was quite evident through the tight material. Only the strong feelings in my cock made me realize I'd been staring for way longer than was appropriate. I looked up guiltily, but her focus was on the road, which was indeed bumper to bumper with cars full of people all aggressively trying to make it to any ten feet of open highway.
"Jesus Christ, these people are savage," she said, craning to look for anything lurking in her blind spot. My gaze was drawn to her generous breasts straining against the material of her tight t-shirt. Bad Doug.
"I am sorry to drag you over here." I said, tearing my eyes away from my mother's body as she turned back to the road in front of her.
"Stop it. No more of that. I'm so glad you're coming home for the weekend. I should be apologizing to you. I know you probably had other offers and I felt bad asking, but Jordy's just been gone so much recently and your old mom was feeling desperately lonely."
"Are you kidding? I'm alway thrilled to be your knight in shining armor! Besides, it's been a really hard semester. I've been so stressed with the double labs and this stupid Shakespear class. The essay I told you about, MacBeth and the meaning of the spots? Nearly killed me. I really needed a nice, long weekend of TLC."
"Oh, and is that what begging my son to come home for the weekend wins me? The pleasure of waiting on him hand and foot?"
Finally I got the megawatt smile I'd been expecting when I got into the Rover. Mom had grown her dark brown hair out again and it made her look younger than her 45 years. She had some light makeup on and her lips were full and red. Ever since puberty I'd been a little distracted by them. Not nearly as distracted as I was by her firm round tits, which, I noticed again, really were well displayed today in a tight white t-shirt with a generous neckline and peeking pink bra.
"I mean, yeah? That wasn't the deal?"
I returned her big smile with a shit eating one of my own and gave her a very pointed once over. Between the tight low-necked t-shirt, the makeup, and the yoga pants, Mom was clearly demonstrating her appreciation for me coming home from college for a weekend to keep her company. You might think that a mom shouldn't dress to her son's tastes, but we were a single mom and an only son. There was a little shading of lines on some things. Nothing more than shading. But a little shading.
Mom followed my obvious train of thought, looking down at her prominent breasts and brushing some imaginary lint off the firm roundness on display, before looking up and smiling at me again.
"Bad boy. Stop teasing me. I know that I'm much too old for looks like that from young men like you. What would my boyfriend say?" The twinkle in her eye belied everything she said.
"Where is Jordy, anyway?" I asked, dodging the obvious fishing for the moment.
Jordy had been an unwelcome addition to mom's life soon after I moved on campus. Mid-fifties. Big gut. Dumb jokes. Couldn't figure out if he wanted to relate to me as a friend, a father-figure or an uncle, even though I was not interested in any of the above. Conversations with mom about severing this new connection were routinely met with accusations, pointed or implicit, of my abandonment and her loneliness.
"I cannot remember if this is Tuscaloosa or Abilene. He's been gone so much the last couple months, it hardly matters. He doesn't even call every night anymore." Mom's voice was sad, but only mildly so. Seemed like an opening.
"Time to move on?" I asked, lightly.
"Maybe. Sex isn't even any good."
Like I said - some shading of the lines. Mom had always been pretty open with me about her adult urges and how she satisfied them. Being generous to her, maybe she was just encouraging me to be similarly open, so that she could try to steer me away from teenage traps from a place of knowledge. But sometimes it just seemed like she really decided it was ok to talk about her sex life with her young son. Either way, we were pretty comfortable discussing such things with each other.
"Definitely then."
"Hmm," she grunted, noncommittally. "This traffic is as bad as I've ever seen it. We're not going to get home for hours. I should have peed at your dorm."
"I would like to say that I am not going to say I told you so...but I am going to gleefully say, I told you so."
"Little shit."
"You have to take a dump, too? Mom, your brand new Range Rover is not a toilet."
Mom tried to roll her eyes at me, but was interrupted by a deep groan as she ground her thighs together again. The thought of her muscles clenching hard to desperately try to control her bladder really unexpectedly did something for me. I mean, a stiff wind and all, but this was doing something special. My cock wasn't hard precisely. But it was definitely aware. I debated mentioning this burgeoning kink to my mother. It would not be unprecedented to share. But I held off.
"Do you want to try to pull off?"
"Where?" Mom whined plaintively.
I hadn't really noticed, with all the traffic, but we had slowly made it to the entrance ramp to the highway, which meant we were suspended high in the air, with very little shoulder, and surrounded on all sides by cars, trucks, and vans full of people.
"Should have gone at the dorm."
"Yep. Uahhh, Doug, I'm really uncomfortable." Mom whined.
The squirming kicked up a notch and I stopped trying to hide my staring. If she wanted to talk about my interest, we could.
"Drink to distract you?" I said, offering the Dunkin' iced something or other I'd brought with me.
"Mommy has to pee like a racehorse and you're offering her coffee?"
"I'm enjoying watching you squirm."
That was supposed to be a joke. Or maybe not, but my tone must have been a little more revealing than I'd intended. Mom looked sharply at me, a somewhat startled look on her face, and caught me focused on her thighs. I slowly looked up and gave her a big shit-eating grin. She gave me a for-effect scowl.
"You really are a shit. Maybe I don't want your company this weekend."
"I think your shameless begging last night belies that claim."
Mom's look went a little wounded, but I kept the shit-eating grin as armor. I wasn't entirely sure what I was doing, but Mom's predicament was turning me on and I was having trouble restraining myself. Mom's expression again turned performative, though this time into a puppy dog appeal.
"Baby, please be nicer to mommy," her voice was little-girl whiny. "I have to go so so so so bad and I'm worried I'm not going to be able to hold it."
I reached over and ran my hand through her long wavy brown hair, several times, making soft noises of empathy.
"I'm sorry, Mommy," I cooed, matching her tone, "You know I love you more than anyone else. Even if you wet yourself in the car because you didn't listen to your son, I'll still love you."
The hurt puppy look only intensified. I ran a fingernail very softly down the back of Mom's neck. She inadvertently groaned with the effort of not peeing as her whole body shivered.
"Doug," she squealed. "I almost peed."
"Sorry Mommy," I said, as I trailed my finger nail down her bare arm to similar effect.
"Stop it!" she said, after another excruciating groan. "Seriously stop. You should be distracting me, not tormenting me."
"Hmm," I said, tapping my chin, "I'm not sure that I should be validating your bad behavior. You should have run up to my dorm. You should have listened to good advice. Now I almost feel like it is my duty to ensure that you experience the consequences of your actions."
Mom glared and I smirked and feinted at her with tickle poised fingers until she squealed and then I relaxed, and we both laughed. Then mom gasped.
"Shit." She said, softly.
I eyed the junction of her still squirming thighs. It was hard to tell, but there might be a slightly darkened patch right at the junction.
"Did Mommy squirt a little?" I needled.
"Shut up."
"Feel better?"
"A little."
I tried not to be disappointed.
"So is some little college slut broken hearted this weekend?" Mom asked with overly studied nonchalance. She'd found a little road and for the first time we topped 20 miles per hour.
"More like a whole campus full."
"Bullshit! There is no way that your father's son has a campus full of cuties dropping panties for him."
"I mean, not to brag."
"Not to brag, he says, but big titted sluts are lining up to suck my cock!" Mom gave a silly impression of my voice.
"Big, small, pointy, flat, I'm really an equal opportunity titty appreciator as long as my dick's getting sucked."
"Doug! Such language in front of your mother! Have you no shame?" Mom was pretty good a feining outrage, even when it made no sense.. "Talking about taking advantage of the warm wet mouths of multiple college aged women in front of your own mother! What would your nana say?"
"What! You were the one who said it first!"
"Did I? I can hardly think straight, I'm crossing my legs so hard to keep this pee in. Nana washed my mouth out with soap for much lighter infractions many times."
"Really?" I asked, only vaguely off balanced by the chaotic nature of Mom's thoughts. It was not unusual. "You never did anything like that to me."
"I mean, I'm kind of a cool mom," she said with a pointed smile. "Oh, and also not a cunt asshole."
"Nana did seem kind of tough."
"Tough...doesn't even begin to describe it. I always wondered whether she sucked Daddy's cock. I can't imagine that shrew mouth wrapped around my father's meat, though I would have loved to see it. My mild mannered father forcing his long fat cock down his bitch wife's throat. That would have satisfied me on a multitude of levels."
"Grandpa Joe had a big cock?"
"Doug! How would I know?"
"I mean, you just said it."
"I just meant, I could never understand how my gentle, friendly, funny Daddy put up with a wife who never had anything good to say about anyone and was constantly using her mouth to terrify and undermine everyone around her. One explanation would be that he had the pleasure of jamming 10 long inches of Louisiana white snake all the way down her gullet whenever they were in private."
"Maybe I'm more Grandpa's grandson than Dad's son?" I said, fighting to keep any tone out of my voice.
Mom gave me a raised eyebrow, before looking back at the road, and then a moment later an even more raised eyebrow with a dusting of pink on her cheek.
"I never knew my baby was such a braggart" She said, her voice a little breathless.
"It's not a brag if it's true."
"Yes it is!" Mom laughed, shaking her head.
Twenty minutes later, we were on the highway, but we still weren't moving much, and we were still a long way from home. Mom was looking pretty uncomfortable again. As she squirmed in her seat and her conversation fell off, my eyes were drawn back between her legs. They were constantly in motion, pressing and loosening, tightening and straightening. With all the motion, the line of her panites was occasionally visible. They seemed to be small little things, which sent a thrill through me.
I'd stolen, sniffed and jerked off in Mom's sexier panties often as a teenager. We'd discussed the desire at length when I'd been a little too forward and slipped a tiny black thong back into her underwear drawer covered in fresh semen. She'd been very understanding at the time, but asked that I leave any soiled pairs in the washbasket. Usually, I complied. But during that conversation, I'd explained how sexy I thought her very smallest pairs of underwear were and how just the thought of her wearing such little wisps of cloth under her clothes made me uncontrollably aroused.
I found myself uncontrollably aroused by my Mother again, honestly for the first time in a number of years. Between the way she had clearly dressed to please me, all the way down to her panties, and her ongoing, embarrassing discomfort, I was now sporting a significantly thickened, though not quite hard, penis. I should have been bored as hell stuck in the car by this maddening traffic, but I honestly couldn't imagine a place I'd rather be.
I told mom that, without explaining my reasoning. She grunted in response, fingers white on the steering wheel, eyes fixed ahead of her. Strain was evident throughout her body.
"I tell you honestly that there is nowhere else in the world that I'd rather be than in a car with my Mother fighting awful weekend traffic and all I get is a grunt?" I put the barest amount of hurt into my voice, which would be about as much as Mom might even sort of believe from me.
"Baby, Mommy is so close to peeing her pants. It is taking everything she has to keep the flood back. I love you so much and I'm so thankful for you. I just don't want to pee myself in front of you. Uhhhuh. Baby, it would be so bad for you to see you Mommy like that."
"Oh, shit, Mom, I thought you were mostly joking," I didn't. But I wanted to tease her a little. A lot? I don't know but something that I'd been feeling lately about my mom was finding words in this situation. "You're really going to piss yourself in front of your twenty year old son on the seat of your new Range Rover? Can you imagine how bad that will smell? Your pretty truck still has its new car smell and now it is just going to reek of your piss. C'mon, you have to have more control than that? Won't you be so ashamed?"
"Baby, I'm already ashamed. Please don't tease Mommy, please. You're making it worse."
Mom's face was bright red as she snuck plaintive looks at me, little grunts leaving her mouth almost constantly. Her legs were now almost crossed, one thick thigh bulging as it pressed tight to the other, though she couldn't quite pull off crossing them given the confines of the car and the necessity of still working the brake.
"I am not teasing, Mom. You cannot piss yourself all over the driver's seat of your brand new Range Rover while your son watches your humiliation. You just cannot. Get out and piss on the side of the road."
"Muhhhh. Baby, baby, there's no shoulder. I'd have to stop traffic. And all of these people would be watching me. There's nowhere to hide. I can't do that, Doug. I can't."
"Then hold it, dummy." The words came out in more of a growl than I intended. I sort of wasn't teasing any more. Or maybe I'd never been teasing. Did I mention that mom and I had sort of a weird relationship? "Think about what Nana would say about you pissing yourself in front of your son. You said you could hold it, so hold it. Responsible adults don't piss themselves, Mom. You're worried about strangers seeing you piss on the side of the road where millions of well-adjusted adults pee all the time. You should be worried about me watching you pee where no self-respecting mother would ever piss. In her pants. In her new car. While her son watches and maybe, just maybe, realizes that she doesn't deserve to be on the pedestal he's had her on for his entire life."
"Baby, no, baby, please." Mom whined in a low desperate voice. Sweat beaded her forehead and there may have been tears in her eyes. Her breathing was quick and shallow. "Please don't say that to me. Please, honey. What do you want Mommy to do? I'll do anything for you, baby. But, it's so bad, baby. So bad. I really, really really have to go. I can't hold it, baby. Mommy's not strong enough."
With a guttural moan and a sob, Mom's whole body tensed and she looked at me with absolute panic in her eyes. The car rocked to a full stop as she stamped hard on the brake. Even as a tear fell down her cheek, a wave of release, the likes of which I'd only seen in a woman experiencing an orgasm, slackened all of the muscles in her face and left her panting and open mouthed, still staring at me.
My attention was immediately drawn to her legs, which were now spread, feet tensing against the pedal and floor of the car, ass muscles clenched and raising herself slightly off of the seat. Slowly at first, and then with increasing speed, a dark, wet gray spread through the light gray fabric at the crotch of Mom's yoga pants. As the dark spread down the inside of one thigh, and then also, more slowly down the other, the fabric right over her pussy was beaded by first a couple and then dozens of small yellow tinged drops of moisture, which after a moment shifted into just a steady stream of sharply smelling liquid which ran down the front of Mom's crotch and disappeared into the seat beneath her.
Mom continued to moan softly, the sound a distinctly pleasurable release. Her face remained slack and some drool was leaking from one side of her gaping mouth. Her eyes were unfocused though still vaguely looking my way. Beneath her moan was the distinct sound of liquid at high velocity pushing through a barrier. The dark gray evidence of Mom's accident had spread all the way to the back of her knees as well as coating her entire crotch area.
After another moment, the tension in her legs slackened and her body slumped fully back into the seat with a wet sound. The car began to inch forward as Mom's foot came off the brake, but not soon enough to belay an angry honk from the car behind us.
Mom startled at the sound, her eyes refocusing and her mouth snapping shut. Her eyes went to the road and she eased the car forward the hundred feet that traffic had progressed while she wet herself. I watched as the piss that had pooled in the driver's seat soaked back into the ass of her yoga pants, causing the evidence of her embarrassment to spread back up the pants to her hips in a dark gray wave.
When she had caught back up to traffic, the smell was just settling into the car's interior. It was acrid, but actually not as bad as I'd feared. Mom must have mostly drank water. She turned to me with a look of pure desperation on her face, which dissolved into a sob when her eyes met mine.
"I'm so sorry, baby. Mommy is so so so so sorry. You told me and I should have listened, but I'm just so stupid. I'm so stupid. And weak, baby. I tried to hold it but I'm weak and stupid and now you'll hate me ..." She blubbered uncontrollably.
I reached across and brushed the now sweat-dampened hair out of my mother's face and made shushing sounds until she ran out of steam.
"Oh, Mommy, shhhh, shhhh, I don't hate you. Your baby boy will always love his mommy. You are my mother and I am your only son and you have loved me all of my life and I will love you all of yours. So you stop that nonsense. Your boy loves you unconditionally."
Mom nuzzled her head into my hand as I continued to brush through her sweaty hair. I cupped her cheek and she sobbed once more before looking at me with a look of pure adoration and love. She visibly made an effort to control her sobbing, but she continued to sniffle as she rubbed her head on my steady palm.
"Shh mommy, shush. Everything is going to be ok. Shhhhhhh." I leaned over and pulled her head against my shoulder, and then kissed Mom on the top of her head. She sniffled.
"Did it feel good, Mommy?" I asked, softly, one hand still stroking her hair, the other holding her against my chest.
We were stopped in the middle of the highway, the gap opening in front of us again. The asshole was going to honk soon. I sat back and when Mom looked at me confused, I gestured to the road. She closed the distance, but then looked back at me.
"What baby?"
"I said, did it feel good? You were really uncomfortable. There was clearly a lot of pee. Did it feel good to just wet yourself alll over the front seat of your car?"
"Um, well, baby, I couldn't help it. I had to."
"I hear that, Mom, but that's part of it, too. Do you remember when we went to that resort down in Mexico and there was a nude part of it and you told me that you didn't have a choice, you had to follow the rules. I was so embarrassed, but I definitely looked at my Mom's big firm tits. Your cleanly shaven pussy. Your thick round ass. You seemed so happy. Did you want me to watch? Watch as you were "forced" to be naked in front of your own son? Watch as you peed yourself in your new car? Do you like that, Mom?"
"Baby!"
I reached over and pinched Mom's nipple which was now prominently displayed through her thin shirt. It was thick and hard. Maybe it was because the piss was cooling. But I had doubts.
"No judgment, Mom, but when you were pissing yourself? Well, let's say I've seen girls at frat parties stuffed with basketball cock give less enthusiastic moans. I think peeing in your pants felt really good. And I think that maybe, just maybe, you didn't mind me seeing you degrade yourself like that."
"What?" Mom squawked, but I noticed, didn't push my hand off her chest or even insist that I remove it. I cupped the fullness of her breast and carressed it and then pinched her nipple again. Mom moaned.
"That's right. That's the sound you made."
"Doug, please." Mom said, her voice soft, unsure.
"Please what, Mom?"
"Eh...stop." Mom's voice was so soft, I almost missed it. I continued alternatively caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples with one hand, while slowly unzipping my pants with the other.
"Are you sure?" I asked as I fished inside my fly and found my cock. It felt thick and heavy in my hand as I eased it out into the warm, fetid car.
"Baby, what are you doing?" Mom whispered, staring at my hand on her chest and entirely missing my reveal.
"You pissing yourself, right in front of me, helped me realize something, Mom." I said, as I shifted my knees under me in the passenger seat. "This was a good thing. Now that I know my mommy is a little piss piggy who cannot manage the most basic task of only relieving her wastes in a bathroom, I just cannot pretend any longer. Pretending was safer. It was normal. But I just can't do it anymore."
Mom, finally looked up when I stopped pawing her chest, but her eyes never made it to my face as they froze on the meaty thickness of my long cock lying in the palm of my hand.
"Doug...Doug, what are you doing?" Mom's voice was tinged with panic.
"Turns out, I really have to piss pretty bad myself."
"I'll st..stop the car. Just hold it, baby." Mom stuttered.
"Nope," I said. "You've already wet yourself and your whole side of the car. What's a little more piss after all that?"
Now she looked up and when she did, I let loose a stream of piss, directed right between her legs. Mom's mouth dropped open in shock and she gasped, her hips jerking up as she thrust into the stream. I laughed.
"DOUG!" She gasped.
"Shutup, Mom. I said earlier that I could not respect you, could no longer place you on a pedestal if you pissed yourself like a little piggy. That was a little dishonest, I'll confess. Because mom, it has been a very long time since I respected you."
It was such a relief to let the piss out. My whole body felt lighter as the hard hot stream burst forth from me and lashed at Mom's cunt. Mom tried to twist away but I kept the pressure of the stream right between her thighs.
"A boy who respects his mother does not cum in her panties and put them back in her drawer. A boy who respects his mother doesn't leave his cum in tissues and athletic socks and all manner of other medium all over his room for his mother to clean up. A boy who respects his mother doesn't piss all over the bathroom floor and toilet seat and then leave it for her to sit in his filth."
Mom sputtered weakly, arms spread away from the stream, her eyes now fixed to her own lap where my piss impacted her soaked yoga pants.
That complacence would not do. I slowly aimed higher, pissing on Mom's abdomen and then her belly, and finally, with no little satisfaction, on her big round tits. Piss splashed all over as the firm stream soaked her thin shirt.
"No, Mom, I haven't respected you since you brought some old guy home from the bar because you "forgot" I was home and then asked me to wait upstairs while you loudly choked on his dick as he laughed at you and called you a mommy whore. I haven't respected you since you dressed up in a slutty black dress one evening when we were on vacation at Disney World and asked me to wish you luck because you were going to leave me alone in the hotel room while you went to try to find a vacation dad to bang you. In the morning I found you passed out, with cum in your hair just outside our room, because you were too drunk and fuck addled to figure out how to get back inside."
I, too, had to piss quite badly. My stream remained firm as I drenched Mom's tits and then aimed higher. She started to scream right before I pissed right into her open mouth. When her mouth snapped closed, I continued pissing on her face as she gasped and gargled.
"Mom, I haven't respected you since you let that fat fuck Jordy move into our house, go with us on our vacations, comment on our every mom and son tradition, and fuck my mommy, just because he's willing to be a little rough with you in bed."
Just as my bladder finally emptied, the car behind us honked again. Mom, soaked, eyes blinking dazedly, mouth firmly closed, eased the car up to the stopped traffic. I leaned forward and used a relatively dry fistful of her hair to wipe off the damp end my cock, poking it into Mom's cheek as the car rocked to a stop.
I slumped back into my seat without putting my cock away and sighed contentedly. Mom was sniffling again, but it was sort of strangled, like she was trying not to breathe in my piss. Unlike Mom's, mine was firmly a coffee piss, thick, yellow and filthy smelling.
"But just because I don't respect you, doesn't mean that I don't love you." I reached over again and stroked Mom's piss drenched cheek. "Far from it. I love you so much, which is why, even though it has felt very uncomfortable to me, I have mostly pretended for years to respect you."
I pressed my piss covered fingers between Mom's plump juicy lips, moistening those big fat puckers before pushing further in and pressing them to her tongue. I was slightly shocked when with a groan, Mom briefly sucked on my fingers before apparently remembering herself and pulling her head back.
"You're the mother. I'm the son. Of course you'd want me, no, need me to respect you. And I loved you so much, I mostly pretended. Obviously, not always. But enough so that you could assume that I did."
I reached down and stroked mom's soaking thighs, sliding a thick finger down the conjunction to press firmly on her cunt. Mom gaped at me, stupidly. Her makeup was a mess from the tears and the piss and my hand. She opened her mouth to say something, but I shook my head sharply.
"Shush piss piggy. I'm not done. It finally all came together for me on this car ride. You dressing in those itty bitty panties, tight yoga pants, thin t-shirt stretched to bursting over your big mommy tits. You being such a stupid piggy, putting yourself in a position to utterly humiliate yourself in front of your only son. All of your desperate confessions over the years. Your passive acceptance of my most aggressive sexual provocations. It all really confused the shit out of me. Until it didn't."
I continued to stroke Mom's piss soaked yoga pants right between her legs. I could feel the lips of her vagina parting for my touch. I could feel Mom's thighs straining not to thrust into my touch. My cock was stiffening. I leaned very close to Mom.
"You've been grooming me." I whispered in her ear. "For years, Mommy. Like a desperate slut, you've been grooming your big strapping son to look at you, to desire you, to not respect you at all. Mommy, you've been grooming me to accept you as my fuck slut. Isn't that right?"
Mom shook her head while groaning, her thighs tightening on my fingers. I withdrew my hand and slapped her cheek once, hard, the piss splashing off as the wet sound of flesh on flesh filled the car. Her mouth fell open again and she stared at me with the dumbest look on her face.
"Liar. You've been grooming me to make you my fuck toy and I was too stupid to realize it. It took me way too long to see. Forced you to go to rather extreme lengths, you little piss piggy. But I finally got there."
I grasped Mom's hand and pulled it down to my lap. I pressed her palm to my cock and then one by one curled her fingers around it. They couldn't close around its thickness and I was pretty gratified when Mom gasped.
"Douglas Anderson!" she finally screeched. "I I I. Never in my life. How dare you make me...talk to me...piss...I I I, you?!?"
The whole time, as mom started and stopped a rant that would not quite come, her piss soaked hand began to oh so tentatively move up and down the length of my firm veiny cock. As her efforts to object grew more frustrated, her hand gripped me more firmly and moved more swiftly up now aching shaft to linger on the fat mushroom head and then stroke down its long hot length.
"Shhh, Mommy slut," I said leaning back in my seat and smiling at her. "Shhh. Just answer some questions for me. For how long have you wanted to suck your only son's big, hard cock? When did you start dreaming about being made to choke on its girth as I force it down your throat? When you were pulling those little tiny panties up over your dripping wet cunt this morning, were you thinking about guzzling my cum right from the source as I held your head down and called you a good Mommy? Tell me you weren't."
Mom blinked, gaping at me. I stared at her, eyebrow raised, but she neither denied my claim nor took her hand off my cock. She also didn't resume her screeching.
"Dirty, dirty mommy slut," I smiled as, without really looking and without taking her hand off my throbbing cock, Mom eased the car forward a couple car lengths.
"Ok, a different test. Tell me you didn't run out yesterday afternoon, after I agreed to visit this weekend, and buy a short, slutty robe to wear down to breakfast tomorrow morning?"
Mom blushed scarlet and looked away, her hand firm and fast on my cock.
"One time, Mom. One time I commented on your sexy robe. You must have a dozen now. I'm not complaining. Your fat ass looks so good hanging out below a shorty robe. But, like I said, grooming."
"I just like to dress nice for..."
"Your hot, cut, big cocked son. I get it now. My own Mommy wants me to pin her to the bed with my big hard body while I shove my girthy cock deep inside her sopping mommy pussy. I think I've known for a while. But it took you pissing your pants, thoroughly wetting yourself in your brand new car, just utterly humiliating yourself, for me to finally see it all in the right light. Mommy's not some paragon of virtue, not some living saint. Oh no. Mommy's just a desperate needy slut FOR HER SON."
Mom whimpered. Her eyes were fixed upon me. Her hand tightening on my thick cock as she used the piss that was everywhere to frictionlessly jack her son's penis.
"Last chance, Mommy. Tell me you haven't fantasized about me moving home and finally claiming what is rightfully mine, what you've been willingly offering me for years. Tell me you aren't desperate to be my willing three hole cum dump mommy maid, contentedly waiting on your son day and night, all of your needs satisfied by eagerly fulfilling all of mine."
Mom looked at her little hand gripping my throbbing monster. I felt the tension of her hand slacken almost imperceptibly and just for a moment, I thought I might be just a little bit wrong. But she didn't let go.
"That's what I thought. Now stroke off my thick cock so I can add some of my thick, white cum to all that piss."
Mom looked up at me, her face full of a complex mix of lust and self doubt and revulsion and joy. I just smiled at her and nodded my head. She looked back to my lap once, her hand still firmly stroking me, then back up at my face. She gave me a shy smile, a flush heating her cheeks, and then she settled back into her seat. One hand on the wheel, Mom again caught up with traffic as she gently but firmly worked to get an orgasm from her son's long thick cock.
"Thank you, son," Mommy whispered.