Unexpected Detour with Mom - Sex Stories

Unexpected Detour with Mom

... happening with me again. I wonder if she's already moved on from me, or that she simply prefers cock. I realize how bitter and twisted that sounds.

Or maybe this is all in my head. Mom never specified why she wanted to sit in the backseat, I'm just assuming. I'm amazed by how my mother somehow managed to turn me into a pervert, but can you blame me? Some things leave a lasting impression.

I'm halfway toward falling asleep when I hear it.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

My brother's voice was below a whisper but I managed to catch it despite the van's engine roaring. The realization hits me and I'm wide awake, listening for anything wayward.

"Shhhh..."

That's my mother's voice. When I hear the sound of clothes ruffling and movements on the seat, I'm certain my mother is doing with Luke what she did with me before. Mom's hands are the best. I still dream of how she made me cum with her fingers. I wonder if she's jacking off my brother. Or even more salacious, using her mouth. The sounds appear sporadically over the next few minutes.

After the ruffling of clothes and seats has settled down, I'm unable to hear anything, but I know it's happening. It takes every ounce of strength I have to not turn around and look. I hear the ruffling of clothes and the seats moving again, then whispering.

"Thanks."

I'm delirious with abnormal arousal, but a few minutes later Aunt Elizabeth pulls into a diner parking lot so we can eat, so I have to act natural. I ...

... open the side door and step into the hot sun. I resist the urge to immediately look at them, and when I do, I see mom with her usual sassy zest.

But it's my brother's reaction that's telling. He looks like a young man who'd just been struck by a tornado. He has the same look of utter confusion I had when mom first ate me out. It's a natural reaction anyone would have if their mother did... that... to them. Neither of them are holding tissue which means that mom swallowed.

I legit wonder if Luke hates what was done to him, if he feels abused. Maybe it's a figment of my twisted imagination and nothing happened at all.

Any doubt I have is removed inside the diner when Luke is sitting so close to mom. It's the way lovers would sit together in public after having sex at home. Conversation is light and Aunt Elizabeth is whimsical with her stories and humor. Does she know, too? I wonder. I'm trying my best to eat my burger while my mom and brother have a big appetite.

The sun is going down after we finish dinner and we're back on the road. Same seats, of course. I look at the sunset view, acting normal, but really I'm still horny and listening for any backseat noises. The darkness of the Arizona desert presents interesting opportunities for them, but I doubt Luke is able to go again. Who am I kidding? Mom could turn any man into a sex machine.

I'm halfway asleep at night, that's when I hear something behind me. Shifting and shuffling. The noises are louder than before, ...