A Day on the Dunes – Chap 5

Incest story: A Day on the Dunes – Chap 5

Author: APerv2

“To be honest with you Steven, I was about to stick my hand down the front of my shorts when that car pulled up.”

“You’re kidding… …Really?” My son asked with such enthusiasm in his voice. It was like finding out your best friend got a new bike for X-mass too.

“What? Do you think I‘m too old to still enjoy things like that?”

“Well, no… …I guess not… it’s just that….”

“Just what?”

“I guess I just never really thought you’d do stuff like that… …not really.”

“I thought you said I’ve gotten you hard before and that your friends have said stuff about me?”

“Well, I did… …They have said stuff… …You have made me hard… …I mean… …I mean that I didn’t think you… …played with yourself.” Steven was nervous, trying to stay on the path.

“Well… …I do.” I told him. Then I thought about it for a minute.

“I guess I have to… …I don’t have anyone to do it for me.” I told him. The sad truth settled us into a quiet, somber moment.

After a while, Steven eyed me for a second and then told me shyly, “I have a few times, I guess.” He confessed.

“That’s Ok Steve. Like I said, everybody does it at one time or another.” That seemed to put his mind at ease.

We remained quiet for a few more minutes. I wanted to ask him about his friends and what they had said about me. I wanted to ask him what he thought about what I’d said to him before we were interrupted; about me wanting to blow him.

When I thought about that… …my pussy got really warm again. I was amazed. Not only had I started to give my son a hand-job… …but I told him I wanted to blow him as well. And I actually had it in my mouth for a second too. My coochie twitched as I recalled what it felt like. I would have been sucking his dick right now had it not been for that car coming. I could feel my pussy getting wetter as I thought about that.

I began to wonder if the moment had passed. Had the chance come and gone? I glanced at my son’s crotch. I couldn’t tell if he was still hard or not. I wondered if I would have the nerve to start that fire again. Would he be receptive if I did? He seemed like it, but I couldn’t be sure.

I knew what I had done was wrong. I just hoped that I hadn’t made a mistake that would change the way we acted or felt towards each other.

We pulled into the drive way and I turned off the truck.

“What do you say we unload the trailer tomorrow?” I suggested to my son. I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable about what I’d done now.

“Yeah… …That’s fine Mom.”

We both sat in the truck and silently looked around for a few uneasy minutes.

“Steve… …Are you Ok?” I asked him.

I was concerned. I hoped he wasn’t feeling bad or uncomfortable for something that I had pushed him into.

“Yeah Mom. I’m good…”

He looked like he had more to say.

“Buuuut…” I encouraged him along and then braced myself.

“Well…” He moved around uneasy in his seat.

“What is it honey?”

I was waiting for my young son to tell me how wrong it was to do what I had done.

“I… ….I wish that car hadn’t come up on us is all.”

I sighed and smiled at my son. I have to admit, I was somewhat relieved to hear him say that.

“You liked what I was doing to you, huh?”

He looked shyly down into his lap and shook his head yes. I took a deep breath, rubbing my hands aimlessly on the steering wheel.

“Would you……like to go in the house now and I’ll……finish what I started?”

Steven jerked his head up like I’d thrown a cooler of ice water on him.

“Really!?!”

To say my son looked thrilled was to say that Orville and Wilber Wright had a good idea. …It didn’t quite cover it. . You’d think I just gave him a credit card and turned him loose in the Motor Cross store.

“You’d do that?” He asked me wide-eyed excited.

“Sure… …If you want me to.”

“I do Mom… …I do…but…”

“But what Steven?”

` He looked around again and then whispered to me as if someone might hear.

“Can we do it right here in the truck?”

I was shocked, shocked and excited by his request.

“You mean right here in the front seat…in front of our house?”

“Not exactly…” He told me.

I didn’t quite know where he was going with this.

“What do you mean Honey?”

“Can we do it like we were before?”

I was a little confused until Steven opened his door and stepped outside of the truck. He stood where he stood when we were parked at the sand dunes.

“You mean…”

My heart started beating a thousand times a second as I watched my son slowly begin to unbutton his pants. I had a hard time swallowing when he slide them down to his knees. Was this really happening? With the light of the open door, I could see his hard thick cock sticking straight out. It was my turn to look around now to see if anyone could see us.

Our nearest neighbors were pretty far away…Too far… to see what Steven and I were actually about to do. Our house was somewhat far off the road and there were trees and shrubs that lined the front of the property that would make it very hard for anybody to see what we were doing. But where the driveway met the road… …it was wide open. I supposed that someone would have to drive by awfully slow to even have a chance at seeing what we were doing.

But if someone were to pull up into the driveway… …there was a good chance they would be able to see what I was doing to my son before I could stop and he could pull up his pants. I have to admit, that was one of the things that turned me on when I was stroking Steven’s dick at the sand dunes. I guess it had turned him on as well.

I got out of the truck, walked around the front end and stopped next to Steven. My pussy was red hot as I looked at his hard dick just waiting there for me. I looked around nervously and then squatted down in front of Steven with a girlish smile on my face.

“I can’t believe this.” I said out loud as my hand reached for my son’s hard cock. We both moaned as my fingers closed around his dick. I slowly started to jerk my son off again.

“Keep a look out Baby.” I told him as I stroked his nice hard dick.

I felt my pussy aching again. It throbbed and pulsed as my hand worked Steven’s cock. It was crying for attention…Soon it would be screaming.

I reached up and started to fondle his balls. His dick felt so hard in my hand and it had been a long time since I’ve enjoyed that feeling. I guess all the little pricklies were gone. I could see the head of his dick becoming wet with his pre-cum as it shined in the dim cab light of the truck. It made me wonder…

“When you masturbate, do you cum a lot.” I asked unashamed.

“Mooom?”

“Sorry. I guess I’ll find out soon enough.” I told him with a naughty smile.

“Oh my god!” He mumbled as he stood guard.

I moved my finger to the tip of his dick and made small circles again through the tiny droplets of pre-cum that oozed out of the little slit as I stroked him. He was starting to move his hips a little bit now and I’d noticed he’d tightened his grip in the door handle.

“That feel good Sweetie?”

“Yeah Mom. Jeez, it feels great.”

I stroked his dick slowly trying to milk as much pre-cum out as I could. I couldn’t get over how thick his dick felt in my hand…how good. I loved how hot it felt and how much my son really wanted me to do this. I began to jerk it a little faster.

“Oh Mom… …God that feels so awesome.”

“Are you looking out Steven? Are you making sure we don’t get caught?” I cooed up to him.

I felt so dirty having to ask my son that. Here I was jerking him off in front of the house, asking him to watch out for people. It was an avenue I’d never explored before. It was so exciting.

“You’re so hard Honey.” I couldn’t help but tell him. I was getting so excited that I was beginning to tremble a little. I could feel it in my legs as I squatted in front of him by the open door. I was starting to lose control again.

I reached down and unsnapped my shorts.

“I’m going to play with myself Honey.” My breathing was heavy.

“I’m gunna make myself cum… …I was so close before….” I whispered as I took a quick peek towards the street and slipped my hand into my shorts.

“Girls cum too?” He asked almost stunned.

I felt him sway in a slow but urgent dance and push into my hand with a little more feeling now. His hips were moving back and forth as I jerked him off.

“You bet they can.” I told him uninhibited, sure that he was gunna see for himself in just a few minutes.

After a minute or so my son leaned down and whispered,

“You said you wanted to blow me Mom… …Do you still want to?”

His words made me shiver from head to toes. I couldn’t believe my ears. Hearing him say that to me brought me right up to the edge.

“Yes…” I moaned as my fingers strummed and pinched my swollen clit.

“Yes… …Oh my god… …yes… …I want to Baby. I want to blow you.” I told him as I leaned in closer to his dick. He was no longer my son. He was now a hard cock that I needed to suck. He was someone that was gunna give me his cum. No…He was someone I was gunna TAKE the cum I wanted from.

I closed my eyes, rubbed Steven’s hard cock all over my face as my orgasm leaped up and took hold of me with both hands. I couldn’t have cared less who drove up that driveway now. I rubbed the wet swollen head over my eyes, my cheeks, moaning, kissing and, breathing through my open mouth. My body quivered and shook as my fingers turned the key and opened the door to ecstasy.

I had to drop to my knees and hold tight to Steven’s cock to keep from falling over as I drove my fingers into my sopping pussy. Afraid to seal my trashing mouth around Steven’s cock, I nibbled at it roughly and drew an urgent but precise design over my lips, spreading the precious few drops of cum over my lips like a bitter/sweet lipstick.

I came in my shorts, hard.

I could hear Steven gasping but if he’d actually said anything to me…I couldn’t say for sure.

“Mmmmmmm Hummmm… Yessssss…Oh Christ Yes!!!” I moaned as best I could, Steven’s dick pressed firmly against my lips.

Steven, no doubt, now knew for sure that girls can cum. That…or he might have thought his mother was having an aneurism. I’m sure they both looked and felt the same.

As my world slowly began to come back into focus, I looked up at my son. I had been neglecting him. For how long, I’m not sure. I knelt there on the driveway in front of him, one hand down my shorts and the other holding onto his cock for dear life. My mouth fell open, his cock pressed against my cheek, but no words came out. I just tried to breath, as my ass shook off the last of my orgasm.

My pussy softly tugged and pulled at my fingers, each thrush giving way to a more genteel, more subdued tremble until there was just this pure sense of satisfaction…A kind of thickness that surrounded me, as I drenched my panties. I could hear the wet squishing sounds as my fingers stroked my tired coochie like a jockey strokes his winning mare after a good run.

He looked down at me, “Did you cum?”

I just smiled and shook my head as I slowly began to kiss his swollen cock head and move my hand back and forth once again.

“Sorry.” I whispered. I had no idea how long he’d watched me as I knelt on the asphalt in front of him by the open door of our truck.

No one was looking out. I was watching my son’s beautiful cock and he was watching me. Anyone could have walked right up on us right and neither one of us would have been the wiser. I admit, at that point in time… …I didn‘t care.

I pulled my soaking wet hand out of my panties and slid my slippery fingers around his rigid dick; a warm, moist glove around his aching hardness.

“Oh my God Mom!!!”

“Mmmmmmmm…” I liked it as much as he did. “I wanna blow you now.” I told him with no qualms. I wanted to suck his dick. I wanted to make him cum. I wanted to taste it.

Steven moved his hips forward and I opened my mouth to take his cock inside my mouth.

We both moaned as I swallowed his dick all the way to his balls right there in the driveway. God I loved the feeling of having a hard cock in my mouth again and the unmentionable circumstances, the wrongness, the taboo of the union only helped to feed the lust.

I moved both my hands to my son’s ass and began bobbing my mouth over the entire length of his dick, from the very tip until his soft pubic hair tickled my nose. I looked up at him and him down at me. There was no lookout, not watcher. There was just his cock, my mouth and the chance that anyone could see what we were doing. The feeling was indescribable.

“Mom!!! Moooooommmmm!!!!”

My first thought should have been that someone was pulling into the driveway, but I felt Steven’s ass tighten and he lifted up onto his tip toes, one hand on my shoulder, the other white knuckled on the door frame. There was no doubt what was happening.

The first explosion of hot cum threw itself down my throat nearly choking me…The second shot out of his throbbing dick as I tried to recover. My lips held tight to the crown of his prick as it splashed the inside of my mouth with considerable force. I swallowed but there was just too much. I grabbed his cock as quick as I could and began jerking it; pumping him into my open mouth.

“OH God Mom!!! OH MY GOD!!!

There was no way I was going to swallow all of it. It came to fast and too much. It poured out over my bottom lip and ran down my chin. Unwilling to lose it all and sure there couldn’t possibly be much more, I closed my mouth around him again and sucked. I loved the feeling. I let my other hand find its way down my shorts again.

There I was… …kneeling in my own driveway in front of my almost 16 year old son, sucking the cum from his dick while I fingered myself to another unbelievable orgasm. And, although I didn’t look hard, I found no shame or disgrace in what I was doing. I was loving it. The fact that it was wrong didn’t bother me one bit.

I must have swallowed three or four times before he stopped shooting cum in my mouth and down my throat. I continued sucking and mouthing his empty cock anyway. I let it pop out of my mouth just long enough to tell him, “Just keep watch. I want to do this ‘til I cum again, Ok?” I just wanted more. I had been denied for so long and now I wanted what I wanted.

He had no complaints.

“It will only take a minute Sweetie…” I told him like I was slipping out to the store for a loaf of bread. I closed my eyes, wrapped my lips around his cock again and caressed it with my tongue, licked up any traces of his thick cum, made love to his cock with my mouth…as I strummed my clit and rubbed my hungry pussy.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm…” I reached between Steve’s legs, cupped his ass in my hand and drew him to me as I sucked his cock back in my mouth and held it there, unmoving, frozen, a statue of lust as I came again.

When I finely let my son‘s limp cock slip out from between my wet lips, I was spent.

“I don’t think I ever came that hard.” I whispered.

Then, realizing where we were. I whispered,

“Pull your pants up.” I started to help him with the task. “Let’s go in the house Honey.” I stood up looking at both my hands in the dim light of the cab. “ …We need a shower.” I told him as I licked his cum off of my chin.

Steve buttoned his pants, shut the truck door and followed me into the house. We had gotten away with it…So far.

Parent Post: A Day on the Dunes – by Aperv2

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• A Day on the Dunes - Chap 3
• A Day on the Dunes - Chap 4
• A Day on the Dunes - Chap 5