"Pull over." Mom said as she looked into my eyes, a relieved look on her face.
I pulled over and listened to the car click down. I was grateful for the excuse to do so. We had been driving without goal for the past half hour. The adrenaline was wearing off, and I was starting to calm down. I looked around us and saw an empty stretch of back road that I didn’t recognize. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back and listened to my heart beat.
"You’re shaking." My mother said, notes of concern in her voice. I opened my eyes and looked down at my hands. She was right. They were trembling like a leaf. I guess that sort of thing happens when you steal your abusive father’s car after you can stand him no longer. Slamming his head into the wall as he held a knife to your mother’s throat probably didn’t help, either.
"Well, what do you expect, ma? I’ve been driving like a lunatic since we left and I have no idea where we are or where we’re going to go. Thank you for coming with me, by the way."
"YOU thanking ME?" She said, turning an eyebrow up at me as she did. "I’ve been looking for a way to leave him since before you were born. I just could never get the guts to do it. Or the cash together to make it happen, mean, it’s not like I—I—I’m babbling, aren’t I?"
"Nah" I lied. "I figure we can call the cops on him and crash at a hotel for a few days while we let things cool down."
"That was very brave of you"
I looked at my mother and met her eyes. They were shining with tears, but I was noticing how bright and alive they were for the first time. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It might have been the adrenaline or being greatful at the situation, but it did not feel like a kiss shared between a mother and son. To my surprise, I felt myself returning the kiss, my arm wrapping around and pulling her closer. Thoughts I has believed I had long-since grown out of came bubbling up to the surface. My other was a beautiful woman. So kind and loving. For a long time, she was the only good thing in my life. I had feelings for her that I always knew weren’t normal, and I dealt with them as best I could, but now here we were, locked in a tight, one-armed embrace. I felt my other’s tongue on my lips and parted them to let it through. She threw herself into the kiss, and my thoughts became clouded. Here in my arms was the object of so many forbidden desires. Here in my arms was the one who protected me when i was too weak to do so myself. Here in my arms was the woman I cherished over all others. My mother. The woman who—
I realized what I was doing and broke the kiss, pushing us apart. I felt a thin strip of fabric trail out of my fingers, indicating that I had undone her bra. As I pushed her away, I saw that her eyes were closed and a lazy smile was on her face. She didn’t look shocked.
"I’m sorry" I stammered out, trying to hide the massive erection I was sporting. "I shouldn’t have…"
"Yes you should have" she interrupted. She was looking at me. Eyes clear and bright, not a trace of regret or doubt in them. She lay a soft, gentle hand on my cheek and looked into my eyes. "I want it, too." she said, and with that, she slid her dress up over her head.
I sat in stunned silence as she undid my belt, her motherly smile replaced by a look of confidence and desire. I realized that I couldn’t fight this even if I wanted to, so I slid my pants down to my ankles. The instant my cock was free, my mother wrapped her warm, tender hand around it. Electricity arced between us, and I drew my breath in sharply in a hiss. Slowly, she began to slide her hand up and down the length of my shaft. Even with no lubrication, it slid easily. My eyes rolled back into my skull as I slumped in the car seat. I released my breath in a low, guttural growl of pleasure and I heard a satisfied little sound escape my mother’s lips.
Time lost all meaning as I sat there with my mother jacking me off. she sped the pace up until I lost all sense of where her hand was upon me. I was lost in a world of tactile pleasure when she started talking to me.
"Oh yeah, my big, strong boy. You are so hard for mommy, look at you. She’s got her work cut out for her if she’s going to make her baby cum, isn’t she?" I had to bite my tongue and concentrate to not blow my load right there. I groaned as a response and it drew a laugh from her "Ohhhh yeah, He likes his mother stroking his cock, doesn’t he?" But I thin I know what he’ll like even better…"
My eyes flew open, and I looked up in enough time to see my mother leaning forward and wrapping her lips around my cock. As her tongue circled the head,and a low hum sent shivers down my spine, I lost it. I couldn’t help it, and I let loose a yell as my orgasm shot through me. My hand wrapped in my mother’s hair and kept her on my cock as she greedily swallowed every shot. I heard someone screaming and was dimly aware that it was me. Shot after shot of jizz ripped out of my cock in the most intense orgasm of my life. Each spasm feeling like a gunshot as the woman who gave birth to me took it all with a smile on her face.
I slumped back, my head swimming. I watched as my mother sat up, my load painting her chin and dripping down onto her chest. I stared at her, wordlessly.
"So, you mentioned something about a hotel?"