Unexpected Detour with Mom - Sex Stories

Unexpected Detour with Mom

... the Arizona desert. The family road trip was my mother's idea, a way for everyone to connect since he moved away last year. At 20 years old, he already has a technician's certificate and a paid apprenticeship.

The afternoon sun is blazing when we step outside. Aunt Elizabeth is driving the big rental van. She's much like my mother, an academic with a sassy flare. We had already dropped off two other family members to their home, so there are extra seats in the van.

It's amazing how sexy mom looks right now. Small tshirt which showcases big boobs, jean shorts which show off legs, sandals which show her feet. God she's delicious. I'd give anything to eat her out again. We hadn't done that in a while, sadly, because she hadn't offered. And yes, I know how crazy I sound, complaining about being cut-off sexually from my own mother.

Aunt Elizabeth calls everyone to the van. The ride back to California will take hours. Mom stops me before I can get inside, putting her hand on my shoulder.

"I'll sit with Luke for the rest of the trip," she says. "You know, I miss him."

"Yeah, sure, totally makes sense."

"And another thing. You might hear a few noises in the backseat. Ignore it, okay?"

It takes a moment to register mom's vague statement, but looking into her eyes, I know exactly what she's talking about. It's the same eyes she gave me before our previous sexual contact. My jaw drops and mom winces with embarrassment. In the van? With my brother? How could she? ...

... I'll admit that I'm jealous that she's choosing Luke over me.

"Are you going to..."

She nods. "Yes, yes, don't say anything to him."

"But why? Is this part of your research?"

"How did you know about my research?"

"I looked through your stuff. I saw your notes."

"When we get home, I'll explain everything. I promise."

"Yeah, but why now? We're all in the same freaking van."

"Because a van ride in the desert is isolating, which creates a heightened emotional state. That contributes to further dependency on the family unit for support."

I shrug off her technical jargon. "Aunt Elizabeth knows about this?"

She winces again. "I'll explain when we get home."

"Oh my god."

I end the conversation and get into the van with an annoyed look on my face. This time I sit in the middle row, where mom previously sat. Luke is in the backseat and mom gets inside and slides the door closed. She sits next to my brother in the backseat and I can hear flirtatious comments. I can even hear the sound of mom's hand rubbing against my brother's body.

Aunt Elizabeth starts the van and we hit the road. The ride is what you'd expect, looking through the window at the gorgeous view, the occasional sips of soda to cool down, drifting in and out of sleep.

What I'm feeling now is something that shouldn't exist in the human mind. I'm deeply disturbed that my esteemed mother plans on doing something with her own biological offspring, but I'm also jealous that it isn't ...