The rear door of the U-haul rolled shut. Eric Tawyer inserted the master lock into the slot, listening to the click of the mechanism. If it wasn't done right his father would bitch at him to no end. He hated leaving his Seattle home for the hot, humid, swamps of Baton Rouge. Yet he was a Navy brat. He had grown used to living from one base to another. With his father's transfer to the command center at the New Orleans Navy base. Eric was going to miss the friends he had made while in Seattle. Nonetheless, his father wanted to make admiral, and he couldn't do that from an office. He had to at least command a ship of his own, hence the move to Louisiana.
"Eric!" his father--soon-to-be Captain Tawyer--barked from the porch of their former home, "How long does it take to lock down a damn trailer?!" he asked his broad chest puffed out to show off his dominance.
"Just locking it down, Dad," Eric said, keeping the contempt from his voice. "One more year," he said to himself. They had waited till the summer to move so not to disrupt his junior year. However, he wasn't getting a birthday party. No sir, not for Eric, his father thought coming out of a birthing canal didn't call for celebration, at least for him. His sister Marsha was a different beast all together. His parents showered her with everything she ever asked for, while he had to work for whatever he wanted. When he was eight he had his own paper route delivering the base's newspaper when his father was stationed in New York.
"Well, hurry up, your mother wants one last picture of us and this place," his father said. "Why of all days does this have to be my 18th birthday?" Eric asked himself.
"Honey, stop pestering Eric this is his birthday after all," his mother said, her honey blonde hair floated on the breeze, her tight t-shirt clung tightly to her chest detailing her rather firm breasts. Her low cut blue jeans showed off her apple shaped ass she worked to maintain at the base's gym. "It's not Eric's fault that you-Joe-chose to move us cross the country for your carrier," she said, with a hint of scorn when she had worked so hard to make the lower officers cocks hard with her body. She wouldn't sleep with them, never that, yet they could look all they want. Although in the past few months the thought had crossed her mind. To break the vows she took with her husband. To seek out a man that wouldn't leave her yearning for an orgasm, when her own husband got off after a few minutes. So she sought out her daughter thinking it wasn't cheating if it was within the family.
"Let's not start this again Joan," Joe said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Well, I always wanted to go to Mardi Gras," Marsha said coming out of the house. Her red bookbag hung on her right shoulder. She had the same hair color as her mother. Though her slight chubby stomach did little to distract from her DD breast. Her mini skirt brushed along her mid thigh as she stood by their mother.
"I think you'd better lose some weight..."
"Joe!" Joan said aghast at his remark.
"Dad! How can you say that!"
"Well..." Eric smiled cruelly at his father's predicament. "Well, let's take a picture!" Joe said quickly grabbing the digital camera.
"Don't think you've heard the last of this," Joan said darkly, narrowing her eyes at her husband. She just couldn't believe he would even say that to their daughter. "Don't listen to your father," she whispered into her daughter's ear, "There is nothing wrong with you. If you want to come with me to the gym at the new base I would love your company. If not that's fine too, you just stay the beautiful girl you are," Joan said, rubbing her daughter's back before wrapping her left arm around her.
"Eric! Get in the damn picture!" Joe barked as his son stood a foot away from his mother.
"Come on," Joan said waving Eric over, "Now put your arm around me, I won't bite," she said, as her right arm squeezed her son into her. Joan kept her shock from her face as she felt Eric's hand on her ass. "It had to be an accident, it just had to be," Joan thought to herself.
"Alright," Joe said checking his watch, "Everyone in the van, we have six hours of driving until lunch," he said, hoping to be in Baton Rouge in thirty-nine hours. Joe prayed that the only stops they be making were for lunch, sleep, and the rare pee emergency.
Eric climbed into the rear of their late 80's cargo van. The far back rear seat was the only thing open as his family had stuffed the middle to the roof with all their boxes. What belongings he had were currently in the back of the moving truck that was a day ahead of them except for his tablet, smartphone, charger (All which he bought himself, so his parents couldn't take those away from him.), and a few books to keep the boredom at bay. Looking up as he pulled out his tablet from his bookbag he had stashed before locking the trailer. Seeing the wall of brown cardboard at least he didn't have to look at his parents for that long ass trip.
"Hey," Marsha said, placing her bag between them as she sat at the far end of the bench seat. "Long as you stay over there, I'll stay over here we should be good, right?"
"Huh uh," Eric said not paying attention to his sister, as he waited for his tablet to power up.
"Kids? Are you two alright back there?" Joan asked sticking her head into the side door.
"Yeah, Mom, I'm all set," Marsha said flashing her mother her covered mound. She has always had a crush on her mother. Then one blissful night she finally got to experience what her mother's pussy tasted like. Not that her father or brother ever heard that. Her mother told her tasting her daughter wasn't cheating. It was family bonding. Almost every night her mother would sneak into her room, gently wake her by teasing her clit until she came in her sleep. Not that she didn't like men, yet they could never compare to her mother.
"Come on Joan, we better get moving." Marsha saw her mother's fighting back a revolting snarl as she peered out the window while her father grabbed her mother's ass.
"In a bloody minute," Joan snapped at her husband, "Now fucking take your damn hand off my ass," she hissed low still perturbed by what he said about their daughter. "When I have heard that Eric is ready then we will leave!"
"Fuck! Fine, damn, you don't have to be a bitch, Joan," Joe growled low walking towards the front of the van.
"Son, sweetheart, are you ready?" Joan asked keeping her anger at her husband from her voice. "Eric?!" she called out when all she could hear was typing.
"Yeah, let's just get this over with," Eric said in exasperation.
"Come on Joan! Let's go! Now!" Joe said nearly yelling.
"Eric, we'll talk later okay," Joan said sweetly before closing the side doors of the van. "Well... let's go, Mr. want-a-be Captain," she sneered as she climbed into the passenger seat.
"Let's not start this, alright?" Eric looked up as he heard his father's restrained sigh. Then thought better of it, returning to his writing, Eric felt it was his only way to relieve his tension he felt for his family. So he wrote erotic stories involving his mother and sister not by name, of course. Where they would make the father watch tied to a chair and gagged, while the son would fuck the shit of of them. Making the father listen as they moaned like harlots as the son in the stories pounded their cunts. Those stories were to show how his father was always in control. Dictating what and how they were to act to appear as a proper military family. Yet his father failed to see how precarious his marriage truly was. So Eric thought to show his make believe father what it was like not to be in control, or so that's what Eric thought. Then there were the ones where the mother and sister were on their knees begging the son to show them his cock. Pleading with him to allow them to suck on it, to service it, to fuck it. Not that Eric had any of those thoughts per sa, yet it was nice to see that the son even if it was only in a made-up world; the son had more control over his life than he had at that moment. However, those were just a few of the ones he had stored on his tablet's hard drive.
"What are you..." Marsha whispered leaning over only to be perplexed as Eric hid the screen of his tablet from her. "Just what is he hiding? What could it be that Eric doesn't want me to see?" she asked herself while moving back towards her side of the bench seat. She studied her brother for over two hours as he typed away. Then she glanced over as Eric yawned, then yawned once more... watching his head dip, once, twice, thrice before he set his tablet to the side. Marsha waited for thirty minutes to ensure that Eric was sound asleep. Tentatively reaching over, dragging her brother's tablet over to her. Powering it on surprised that
Eric didn't set a password on it. "Then again he probably suspected not to have his things snooped through," she said to herself. She wasn't about to dig through his hard drive. Marsha just wanted to see what he had been writing for two hours. Her mind had been so fixated on it she just had to know.
Opening up the menu screen when she didn't see a word processor app on the home screen. Swiping to the right then again until she saw it. Quickly glancing at Eric, smirking coyly as he drifted deeper into his slumber. Tapping on the app, tilting her head to the side as the blank screen.
"Oh my god!" Marsha gasped in her mind as she scrolled up the screen. "No fucking way! This can't be the only one? Where is the rest of it?!" she asked herself after she finished reading the five pages he had wrote. "Shit! It shows what's been opened. Damn it! I want to know what happens!" Marsha said to herself chewing on her lip. Backing out of the word processor, she didn't want Eric to know she had just found out he wrote incest erotica. Pulling out her phone, hitting the Bluetooth button synching it up with his tablet. If she couldn't read them on his word processor, then there was only one way to get what she wanted. That was to go into his hard drive and find the files. She already knew which pathway he used to save the files to a special folder all she needed to do was find it. Her eyes lit up as she saw the folder named "familial". Her jaw dropped open at the sheer volume of stories that were stored within that folder. Selecting all, sharing them through the Bluetooth link, quickly shutting off his tablet placing it back where Eric had placed it.
"Mom? You won't believe what I found!!!!" Marsha sent her mother a text after she had read five of Eric's stories. While she didn't enjoy how he had portrayed the the female characters in four of them she had read. Yet the last one oh how it moved her. Not to say she wasn't aroused by the other four. It was just the fifth one had so much emotions embedded within it, that it plucked at her heart and her womanhood.
"What did you find?" Joan asked intrigued eager for the distraction. She didn't know how much longer she could sit up front sharing ice cold glances with her husband.
"Dad can't get into your phone right? I don't think Eric would enjoy that." Joan heard her daughter giggle as she read her text.
"No why? What does this have to do with your brother?" Joan asked she knew how it appeared that they favored Marsha. Yet her husband controlled the family finances even when he was out to sea. The only time Joe would allow her to spend money on Eric was for school clothes, supplies, and whatever else he needed for his school. How it pained her to watch how Joe showered Marsha while ignoring his own son. How she worried about him when Eric worked those odd jobs for whatever money he could earn. However, whenever she brought it up with Joe. He would hear none of it, always saying he needs to learn how to be a man and what better way to do that than to work for it. Yet as she glanced at her husband from the corner of her eye. Her son was more of a man than Joe was. Eric didn't complain when something didn't go his way.
No. Eric brushed it off and tried again. She never told her son that she was proud of him, maybe she should have with everything he has done throughout the years. Not constantly running away like Joe did when it didn't work out. Sure he might have gotten a command of a ship, yet to do so Joe pretty much burned every bridge at the sub base. She knew he was the talk of the base whenever she visited the officers club. So she knew the true reason he had gotten his command. Sure he might have the qualifications for it, however, the true reasons were the base commander finally got tired of him as was she. She only stayed with him for the kids. Once Eric was out of school she didn't know how their marriage would survive.
"Check your email Mom. I suggest you read the one called "On her knees" first."
As Joan opened Marsha's email, she kept her shock from showing. She had no wish for Joe to see that. Opening up the story Marsha told her to read, an hour had passed before she knew it. She had no idea her son could write something so provocative, so boldly, so damn lustfull. By the end of that one story she could feel her body coming alive. She had to read another!
Marsha rested her back against the armrest of the bench seat. Her brown eyes running down her brother's body. She had read over twenty of his stories and her pussy was wet, aching, and fucking hungry. Her fingers ran along her covered slit, wondering if she could get him to touch her like the brother did to his sister in those stories of his. Sucking on her lip as she watched as his rod grew in his sleep. Carefully easing his cock out of his basketball shorts, kicking off her shoes, stuffing her socks into her teenis shoes. She wanted Eric to feel the heat of her skin on his cock when she gave him a foot job just like the sister did in "On the road again".
Eric jumped in his seat as he felt something strange happening to him in his sleep. He watched in horror as his sister's feet ran up and down his rod.
"Shh! You don't want them to hear do you?" Marsha asked in a hushed whisper when her brother's mouth open to speak. "Don't you like it?! Doesn't your sister's feet feel good?" she asked as the soles of her feet began to glisten in his pre-cum. Reaching forward, taking hold of his hand, she wanted Eric to feel her hot, wet, throbbing cunt. "Look at it Eric, doesn't it look pretty?" Marsha asked pushing aside her black lace panties. Showing her brother her light brown neat labia. Hoping he could see how moist they had become. "Why don't you touch it, hmm?" she said not wanting for his answer. Pushing two of his fingers into her honey pot.
Joan lowered the visor, flipping up the cover that protected the vanity mirror. It was to quiet in the van. She knew something was going on. They weren't normally this quiet on a road trip. By now she or Joe would've yelled at them at least four times. Joan fought to keep her gasp escaping her lips. She so wasn't expecting to see her daughter orgasming. It wasn't hard for her to tell. Given the numerous times she made her daughter cum on her tongue. Joan watched in hunger as Marsha pulled out fingers not her own. "No! She wouldn't?!" Joan asked herself in shock as she watched as Marsha sucked those fingers clean.
"How do you all feel about burgers?!" Joe barked out causing Joan to jump in her seat. She had been to damn fixated on the mirror, and how her daughter looked so satisfied. Joan wanted that, she needed that; and come hell or high water she was going to get it.
"Sure!" Marsha chirped happily, pressing her finger to her lip as she covered her pussy. Opening the vent window so the smell of her sex wouldn't fill the van.
"What about Chick-fli-A?" Eric asked seeing the restaurant on the other side of the highway.
"We are having burgers, Eric," Joe said sternly.
"Fine. You can have burgers, and I'll have Chick-fli-A," Eric said, he was tired of burgers whenever they went out. He wanted that sweet, buttery, crispy chicken.
"I'm not paying for that crap!" Joe growled browbeating his son.
"Joe, just drop him off it is his birthday," Joan said coming to her son's defense.
"So! You know how much that place cost!" Joe shouted slamming his hands on the steering wheel.
"It's not like I'm spending your money now is it?" Eric asked sarcastically. "See there's a Carl's Jr. across from it, so you don't have to drive. I'll walk my happy butt over there."
"You get your food and march right back over here! You hear me?!" Joe ordered with deathly undertones as they climbed out of the van. "There will be no eating in the van."
Eric said nothing as he walked across the grass, looking both ways before running across that two lane road. Joan watched as her son walked alone into that restaurant. Looking back to her husband, hearing the side door closing, she was done with Joe. Oh, she still be married to him, but she wouldn't be truly his wife. No. Not if her daughter just broke that line with her brother. She prayed Eric didn't have a hair trigger like his father did, because it has been far to long since she's been able to cum on a cock that wasn't rubber or metal.
"Come on Joan, I'm hungry," Joe said flipping the keys to the van around his finger.
"Yet you just couldn't do one thing for your son, it always has to be about you," Joan said angrily, "Could you for at least once in you damn life appreciate your son? Instead of chasing him off like you always do?"
"Oh, come off of it Joan, it's just food," Joe said rolling his eyes. "Either you're going to come in or you can starve until dinner, because there's no way in hell am I paying for that," he said pointing at the restaurant across the street.
"Fine," Joan said coldly, "We'll meet you back here when weare done eating. Let's go eat with your brother Marsha," she said, scowling at her husband before taking her daughter's hand.
"Joan! Joan!" Joe called out as they crossed the street, "Don't expect me to buy you lunch when you find out that boy can buy shit there!"
"I'll starve, thanks!" Joan shouted flipping Joe off. "So your brother got you off, huh?" she whispered to Marsha, who only smirked as she nodded. "Was he big?"
"A tad smaller than the dildo we use," Marsha said, remembering the feeling of his hot cum as it shot across her feet.
"How long did it take for you to get him off?"
"I don't know, it wasn't like I was timing it Mom," Marsha said as they neared the door.
"You don't mind riding up front with your father now do you?" Joan asked pondering how she was going to get her son to cross the line.
"Nope," Marsha said bumping her hip against her mother's as they entered the restaurant.
"What are you..." Eric began to say as his mother and sister joined him in the line.
"What?! Is it so wrong that we want to eat with you?" Joan asked quizzically. "You don't mind buying us lunch, since we kind of pissed your father off, do you?"
"Umm..."
"Please Eric! I'll do that thing again," Marsha whispered wantonly into his ear, all the while peering at her mother. Knowing how his cum was probably still wet when it struck the boxes and the back of the middle seat.
"Okay," Eric said, knowing how pig headed his father was. "So what did you do to piss him off?"
"We came over here to have lunch with you, silly," Joan said smiling sweetly at him, as her cheeks blushed. Recounting how in a "Mother's Paradise" he had the mother slowly seduce her son. She wondered just how her son would view the very things he wrote about being used against him.
"Oh," Eric said noticing how the men around him were giving him sly looks.
"I want a number four. You will get that for me won't you?" Marsha asked pressing her breasts up against him.
"I want the original," Joan whispered sensuously into his ear. Letting her son feel the curvature of her body. The softness of her breasts, the heavenly scent that clung to her skin, the way her pelvis brushed along his.
"Can I help you?" asked a pimple face teenage boy. Slyly eyeing, the two women that hung onto the boy that was no older than he was.
"Go on, baby. Tell this nice young boy, what we want," Joan whispered her lips brushing against his ear. Her hand running down his back. "Don't be shy," she said giving Eric's ass a light slap. Casting the men that stood behind them a scornful look for invading their privacy.
"One number four, two number ones, one without the pickle," Eric stammered. Still uneasy about what happened in the van just minutes earlier.
"Large, medium, or small?" the boy asked taking down their order.
"M-m-medium!" Eric squeaked as his mother cupped his cock below the counter, causing the boy to look up from the register arching an eyebrow at his response.
"That be $17.68." he said placing three cups onto the counter as Eric's card shook between his fingers.
"I'll get our drinks," Joan said, her nose brushing lightly along Eric's right cheek. "Marsha, come help me," she said, giving her daughter a knowing smile.
"You want Pepsi, right?" Marsha asked the tips of her fingers lightly dancing down his semi-hard member. Eric simply nodded knowing how his voice would break if he did. "What the hell is going on?!" he asked himself as he watched as they prepared their food.
"So, Eric, any thoughts on what you're going to do once high school is over?" Joan asked as they sat down to lunch. Popping a waffle fry into her mouth, her foot rubbed his calf as her son tried to concentrat on his meal.
"C-c..." clearing his throat, "College," Eric said, trying to keep his body under control.
"Oh? Will you be going to the state college in Louisiana?" Joan asked arching an eyebrow as she drew upon her straw.
"No," Eric said. Wishing he could scoot back further, yet his back was already pressing into the back cushion of the booth as his mother's foot inched higher; nor could he escape the booth with his sister blocking the exit.
"Oh? Do tell? Where exactly were you thinking of going?" Joan asked curious to what plans her son had for the future. Also she was enjoying how her son squirmed underneath her touch. Praying that Eric was far superior than his father was. Joe might have all that muscle due to his need to stay fit, yet that didn't mean shit to her if you blow your load in two damn minutes.
"I was thinking either Duke, Notre Dame, or the one in Bone," Eric said, his eyes going wide, as his mother's foot caressed his junk, as he sucked on his straw.
"Why so far away, baby?" Joan asked enjoying the feel of his cock underneath her foot.
"Well, I'm tired of constantly moving around, tired of never being thought of, tired of feeling left out," Eric said letting his emotions pour out, "I'm tired of Dad treating me like shit all the damn time. Tired of working my butt off for things parents should be doing for their kid, instead of waking up at four a.m. to do one job only to come home; and leave again when I get home from school just to go do another one," he said keeping his voice below a hushed whisper, so not to broadcast his grievance with his parents. "This is supposed to be my final high school year! Yet what do you do?! You pull me out, drag me halfway across the damn country, and for what?! I ask you?! So Dad can captain a fucking ship! A man who we won't see for what a year? A year and a half?! All so, that he can make fucking admiral! Does he ever fucking think about anyone other than his damn fucking self, huh?" Eric asked stabbing his finger into the table.
"Oh Eric! Baby, I know. You have no idea how much I wanted to get you the things you asked for," Joan said, reaching across the table taking hold of his hand. "Yet every time I tried your Dad would pitch a god damn fit over wasting money. He had no problem with spending money on Marsha," she said looking over at her daughter, "Don't take this to heart sweetheart I love you just as much as I love Eric."
"I know Mom," Marsha nodded.
"You don't know the many fights I had with your father about you. About the way he threats his own damn son. It's not fucking right. But your Dad has a strangle hold on our finances. The one time I got you a PlayStation 3 for your birthday a few years back. Joe, found out and yelled and screamed for hours before snatching it from the closet I was hiding it in and returning it. You don't know how I cried that night," Joan said, squeezing her son's hand hoping he believe her words. "That once I thought your father would like to see that warm smile of yours when you opened your gift. How wrong I was," Joan sighed hanging her head. "I know how you feel baby. I too am so damn tired of moving around because of your father. Did you know he promised me, promised me that when we moved to Seattle it would be the last time? Yet here we are nearly at the state line to another fucking base. I don't know if I can take this life any more," Joan's said admitting the truth.
"Then don't Mom, leave Dad, even I can see that how precarious your marriage is," Eric said with conviction.
"I won't leave you with him," Joan said patting his hand, before gesturing for him to finish his meal. "When your out of school then it's a high probability."
"You know how long I've been waiting?!" Joe growled red in the face with anger.
"Don't!" Joan said coldly, her anger, her vemon, the years' of frustration lacing each letter. "You wanted this, we didn't. We had a good life in Seattle. So don't you even think to berate us," she said standing nose to nose with her husband. "Go on. Say something else!" Joan said taunting her husband.
"Can we please go?" Joe asked forcing the words from his lips. He knew if he struck his wife. One it would lead to a reprimanded on his record, something that would cost him his command, two it would lead to jail time another thing that would jeopardize his command. He wasn't about to lose that, not now not when a Cruiser awaited him.
"Come on kids, let's not let the would-be captain linger any longer," Joan said, flicking her hair over her shoulder she was so done with him.
"You're kind of badass Mom," Eric said in awe as his mother settled into the seat.
"Thank you, baby," Joan said her pride swelling.
"So you're my new co-pilot?" Joe asked climbing into the driver's seat.
"Yep!" Marsha said happily, yet she wanted to be back there with her brother. To make up for everything he thought he was deprived of. Glancing at her father seeing the man in a new light.
"Good. At least I'll have someone to talk to," Joe said smiling warmly at his daughter.
"Then we better turn on the radio so they won't hear us," Marsha giggled as she switched on the radio. It wasn't for her father this was for her mother. If she was going to do what she thought then her mother would need the noise to cover the sound.
"Eric?" Joan whispered leaning across the seat after they had been on the road for an hour.
"Yeah?" Eric said turning his head, his eyes going wide as his mother kissed him. This wasn't the soft peck on the lips, nor was it the kind a mother planted on a child's cheek. No. This was a hot, passion, hunger filled kiss as his mother's tongue twisted in his mouth.
"You don't mind if I use your lap for a pillow, do you?" Joan asked keeping her smirk from showing at his befuddled look.
"N-n-no," Eric finally managed to say.
"Good," Joan said. Laying down on her left side, her head resting on his cock. She hoped her son would take liberties given what she had been doing to him. For thirty minutes she feigned sleep as she listened to him typing away. Growing rather annoyed by the second, given the kiss she had just planted on his lips. "What's taking him so long? Why isn't he touching me?! I'm just laying here eager for the taking..." Her ears perked at the sound of the cover of his tablet closing. "Was he just waiting until he thought I was asleep?" Joan remained as still as possible as she felt Eric placing his tablet away. Biting the inside of her cheek as she felt his hand running down her side.
Eric stopped on the story he was writing. He could feel his body responded to the scene that was playing out in his head. Then he wondered what if? What if he played out what was happening in his head? On the very woman that who has her head in his lap. She did grab his cock in the restaurant. Then didn't he need to return the favor? Slipping his hand underneath his mother's shirt. Slowly pushing her bra over her right breast.
"Yes! That's it baby touch your mother's tit! Go on. Palm the hell out of it," Joan said excitedly to herself.
Eric didn't think a tit would feel so soft. Becoming still as a soft moan escaped his mother's lips.
"Don't stop!" Joan screamed out inside her mind.
His thumb rolled along her nipple when he was sure his mother wasn't going to wake. Yet touching a breast would only tell him so much. He need... to go lower.
"I wonder how you would like someone touching your junk, hmm?" Eric muttered.
"Oh god! Yes! Baby touch your horny mother!" Joan moaned. It was taking everything she had just to lay there. Squeezing her eyes tight as she felt her son's hand running down her stomach.
"Oh?! You don't have that much hair down there do you Mom?" Eric said talking to himself, "I wonder what it looks like?" Scowling when the restrictiveness of her pants kept him going any further.
"That's it baby take them off," Joan said encouragingly at the soft sound of the snap button. Lifting her hips slightly so not to appear that she as awake as Eric pushed her pants down along her hips.
"Oh? A triangle," Eric said when his mother's panties joined her pants. "I wonder how this pussy feels," he said, his middle finger ran along his mother's slit.
"Then stick that fucking finger inside me and find out!" Joan growled in impatience. "Oh fuck! Yes baby! Touch mama like that!" she moaned into her mind as her son's finger ran through her moist lips. "Faster! Add another into that pussy! It needs to feel full!" Joan said wishing he could read her mind. Then just as it begun Eric removed his fingers from her needy cunt. She wondered what he was doing as he gently lifted her head from his lap. Inching her left eye open, peering through her eyelash, "Oh my god! Yes baby! Give it to me!" Joan said hungrily as she viewed her son's hard cock.
Eric softly rubbed his cock along his mother's lips. Enjoying how her soft lips felt against his heated skin. Then he felt her lips parting.
"God damn it! Why are you stopping?! Let mama have a taste of that cock!" Joan growled annoyed with the constant interruptions. "Fuck it!" she hissed her eyes snapping open, her hand shooting out grasping her son's cock. "No more fucking teasing me, young man," Joan said rolling onto her right side, pushing her shirt and bra over her breasts, pushing down her pants and panties down to mid thigh. "Put your hand back on my pussy," she said, taking his hand and placing it back onto her hot mound. "You like the the feel of your mother's pussy don't you?" Joan asked her tongue flicking out teasing the tip of his head. "Go on. Put those fingers back inside of me," she said, her fingers guiding his into her wet snatch. "It's good isn't it? Do you like my breasts baby? I know you do with how vigorously you played with it," Joan smirked, "Y-yes, right there baby, fucking make your mother cum," she moaned softly as Eric's fingers sped up.
"Go on. Suck that dick," Eric said with false bravo. He had no clue what to do, writing about it was one thing, yet it was another to experience it altogether.
"Oh? Does my baby boy want his mother to suck this hard cock?" Joan asked before twirling her tongue around his head. Tasting the pre-cum that was beading up from his core. "Oh god! Yes baby! Harder! Faster!" she panted low as she neared her orgasm. Glad that the vent windows were open so the fresh air would send the smell of her sex out to the world, and not filling the interrior of the van. Engulfing her son's cock to muffled her moan of bliss as her womb exploded in ecstasy. Peering up at her son as she bobbed on his cock. Hoping he enjoyed watching his rod disappearing down her throat. When the two minute mark passed, and Eric hadn't blew his load like his father was known to do. Joan grew hopeful that Eric could keep it down long enough for her to cum again. She wanted to coat those fingers of his in as much of her cream as she could.
Coming up for breath when five minutes passed. Her hand becoming slick in her saliva as she worked his cock and still Eric hadn't filled her mouth with his hot cum. She knew he jacked off a lot. The numerous tissues and caked socks told her that. Yet she wasn't expecting him to last so long, not that she was complaining.
"So you didn't answer my question Eric. Do you like the feel of your mother's pussy?" Joan asked her thumb kneading the head of his cock given her muscles time to recover.
"Y-y-yes," Eric said biting his lip to keep from moaning. He didn't want anyone knowing what he was doing in the rear of the van.
"You know I'll let you touch it any time you want, I'll even let you fuck me too," Joan said with a sneaky smile.
"R-r-really?" Eric whispered.
"Mmmhmm," Joan nodded, "If your father wasn't here I'd be riding this cock right now..."
"Fuck!" Joe cursed.
"What's wrong?!" Joan asked her heart racing. She knew how this would look with her nearly naked and her son's cock in her hand.
"Nothing. Just thought we had a full second tank," Joe grumbled.
"Okay, are we stopping?" Joan asked slowly stroking her son. She wanted her salty treat.
"Yeah, unless you want to walk to Louisiana," Joe said sarcastically.
"Eric," Joan said looking up at him with urgency, "We don't have time, but I want you to cum in my mouth. So, jack yourself off and I'll catch it, okay? I promise when we are alone again I'll properly suck you off baby," Joan said rubbing his thigh. Watching his hand rapidly move along his cock as she felt the van slowing. When she saw his head swelling her lips wrapped around that engorged crown. Batting his hand away, sinking down as her son's hot cum flowed into her mouth. A string of saliva anchored her to his rod as she pulled away. "Thank you, for the treat baby," Joan said, licking her lips as she heard the blinking of the turn signal. Hastily shoving her bra over her breast, pushing her shirt back down as Joe turned left off of the off ramp. Spinning around with her pants still around her thighs. "Take a picture baby, I want you to thinking of your mother's pussy always," Joan said spreading her satisfied labia. Hearing the shutter of her son's camera pulling her pants up just in time as Joe pulled into the gas station. Spraying a bit of perfume in the air to hide the slight hint of her arousal. "Maybe that will help you with your stories," Joan purred her fingers skimming along his jaw before chuckling at his shock, frightened, dismayed look.
"Mom? I need to use the bathroom will you come with me?" Marsha asked not liking the look of the area.
"Sure, sweetheart!" Joan said happily, now that she's had two orgasms, and a stomach full of hot cum.
"Go with your mother and sister, Eric," Joe ordered unaware of what had been transpiring in the rear of that van.
"Yes, baby, do come inside of me," Joan whispered low as she started to rise, "That's where it belongs," she said lustfully, filling her son's view of her ass as she inched towards the door.
"Eric, why don't you get us some drinks while we use the ladies room," Joan said with a slight glow to her, as she and Marsha walked towards the bathrooms.
"Mom? What were you doing?" Marsha asked from the stall beside Joan's.
"Getting finger fucked and sucking your brother's cock," Joan said dreamily was she used the bathroom. Knowing they could speak openly due to the locked bathroom door.
"Oh? How does his cum taste like?" Marsha asked growing bored being up front by herself without being able to touch herself to Eric's stories.
"Mmm... I can't wait to have some more," Joan said licking her lips.
"Then you wouldn't mind riding up front so..."
"I think I should. Your father might get suspicious if I'm always back there sucking your brother's cock," Joan teased.
"You might have sucked him, but I'm going to fuck him," Marsha said with conviction.
"Oh?" Joan said flushing the toilet, "Well then, you'll have to tell me how he's like," she said, as they both came out at the same time.
"I will don't you worry, Mom. I'll make sure that he'll last longer than you know who," Marsha said smirking into the mirror, as she washed her hands.
"Good," Joan nodded, "I do want to cum on a cock," she said wantonly.
"We all set?" Joan asked eyeing the plastic bag.
"Not yet, I need to pee," Eric said handing the bag over to his mother.
"Of course, you do. You did..." Joan leaned into her son, "Cum in my mouth, so give me this and we'll wait here," she said smiling sweetly, taking the bag from Eric.
Marsha giggled as Eric dashed into the bathroom. She couldn't believe her mother was teasing him so much. Yet she was a tad jealous that she got to suck him off first. She wondered how Eric would like his birthday present. Would he enjoy his older sister's sweet pussy? Would he want to keep fucking her? Marsha did hope he would.
"Good. You didn't take forever this time," Joe sneered at his wife.
"You're one to talk," Joan retorted her eyes dipping low. "We can't all be two minute men," she smirked cruelly at his reddening face.
"That's low even for you," Joe growled.
"Hey, I call them like I see them," Joan said shrugging her shoulders. She no longer cared if their marriage fell apart. That time had come an gone. She knew there was another more willing, more virile, and a better man just waiting for her.
"We'll discuss this later," Joe said with deathly undertones.
"Do you mean are we actually going to talk, or are you going to bitch and scream because I'm not rolling over like your subordinates?" Joan asked crossing her arms staring down her husband.
"You know what I'm tired of this, be a bitch if you want," Joe said walking way, "Why don't you just ride in the back with kids. I'm tired of looking at you," he said as he climbed into the van.
"Don't mind if I do," Joan said eager to be with her new man. "Scoot over Marsha," she said, as she climbed into the back of the van. "Hey Eric," Joan said waving shyly at her son as Joe pulled out of the gas station.
"Hello," Eric said his cheeks burning hot.
"So Eric," Marsha said, as her father blared the country station. Her mother nudging her arm as Joe sang off key to the songs. Marsha shuddering at it, she knew he was doing it to get back at their mother. She and Eric heard the argument, she was with her mother in this. Her father brought this down on himself. "I wonder what the brother would be doing right now in the "Summer Affair"?" Marsha whispered into his ear as her hand ran up his thigh. Smirking at his frightened eyes, her tongue curling out as her hand ran up through his shorts. "I know what the sister would be doing."
"I do like "On her knees" Eric. Would you like to see me on mine?" Joan asked looking over at him as she pulled out her phone.
"How do..." Eric began to say until his sister's hand wrapped around his cock.
"Don't be mad, Eric, but I kind of peeked at your story. I was just so curious as to what you were writing. I just couldn't help myself," Marsha said nibbling on his jaw. "Now wouldn't the brother be fucking the sister for being bad?" she asked pulling down Eric's shorts watching the cars sped by. "Get on you knees Eric," Marsha purred hungrily, "Or would you rather everyone know about your secret? I promise you'll like fucking me," she said, placing her legs on either side of Eric. "Take off your sister's panties," Marsha said lifting her hips as Eric reached up with tentative shaking hands.
"It's okay to be nervous sweetheart," Joan said, her left hand running up and down his forearm. "Your about to make love for the first time. There's nothing wrong with that, just take it slow, feel your sister's body it will guide you," she said a little perturbed that it wasn't her. Rolling her eyes as Joe's caterwauling as it was failing to phase her. He could sing his heart out, and she wouldn't care. Joe no longer held her interest. "Look at it baby," she whispered her left hand reached down spreading her daughter's labia. "This tight little hole needs something," she said, Marsha nodded in agreement.
"Come on Eric, make me your sister-slut," Marsha said teasingly referring to his story "My sister the slut".
"Here, let me help," Joan said, guiding Eric's cock into Marsha's canal.
"Mmmhmm," Marsha bit her lip as her mound welcomed in her brother. She didn't want her moan alerting her father and ruining everything. Her hand shot to her mouth to contain her yelp of surprise as Eric pulled her closer to him. "Yes... Eric... mmm... fuck me," she whispered as her grip tightened on the edge of the seat.
"Shh!" Joan hissed "What did you say!" she called back. Biting her lip as Eric didn't stop slowly gliding into his sister, nor could she remove her fingers she used to spread her daughter's lips. How she loved feeling every thrust of his cock against her skin as they became coated in her daughter's juices.
"I asked what are the kids doing? It too quiet back there!" Joe said turning down the radio.
"They're watching movies on their phones with their headphones in," Joan lied, nodding to her son to keep going. "So they don't have to listen to that crap you call singing."
"Good. Then it's just annoying you!" Joe said excitedly turning the radio even louder.
"Hmpf! You wish. The only thing annoying me isn't you," Joan said shooting daggers at her husband through the boxes. "If it wasn't for your stupidity I'd be getting fucked right now," she said to herself noticing the sheer pleasure on her daughter's face.
"Yes Eric," Marsha moaned low, "You're going to make me cu..." Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her body convulsed, her folds clamped down on her brother's cock as her womb flooded her canal.
Joan looked at her phone reading the time. It had been ten minutes and still Eric hadn't came yet.
"I want to see these things!" Eric said low shoving his sister's shirt up. Her double D breasts flopped out as Eric roughly pushed up her bra.
"Do you like them Eric?" Marsha asked breathlessly. Her body shuddering as his hands squeezed her breasts. Her hands held his head against her chest as Eric sucked on her left breast. "Yes brother, fuck me, I want you to keep fucking me," she whispered into Eric's ear, "You'll keep fucking your sister-slut won't you?"
"Fuck! I'm going to cum," Eric grunted.
"No. Don't cum inside I'm not on the pill!" Marsha said, her hands striking his shoulders in urgency.
"Here, baby, mama with drink it down," Joan said quickly, placing her head between Marsha's legs. Licking her lips, as she witnessed her daughter's juices dripping from the head of his cock as it left Marsha's wet cunt. Her tongue swirling around his shaft enjoying the taste of her daughter and son. Savoring the taste of his cum as it painted the surface of her tongue. Sucking hard on that crown to get every last drop of his hot seed. Joan wasn't about to waste it.
"Can we do it again?" Marsha asked with a satisfied smile. Watching her mother spraying the air in her perfume. At the start of the morning she didn't think she be fucking her brother. Marsha knew when she could, she be bending over just so her brother could truly pound her.
"You'll fuck me next won't you?" Joan pouted batting her eyes at her son.
"Umm..." Eric looked between his mother and sister breathing heavily. He didn't know how to answer them as they looked at him intently.
"Please Eric?" Marsha asked pleading with him as he was still between her legs.
"You can't just fuck Marsha and not stick that cock into your mother," Joan said plumping out her lip, "You wouldn't do that to your poor mother, would you?"
"No," Eric sighed. Yet he was indeed eager to hear his mother beg for his cock.
"Good," Joan said leaning forward, her fingers skimming along his jaw as her lips plucked sweetly at his. "I will always make sure you get off inside of my hot, wet, tight pussy," she whispered wantonly.
The Tawyer family rolled into the parking lot of a small, homey, out of the way motel. After a very cold, silent dinner they had share at a sit down restaurant. Eric could cut the tension between his parents with his butter knife.
"Here," Joe said, roughly handing his son the room key, "You and your sister can share a room. I don't want to hear you yelling at one another throughout the night," he grumbled. "I have a long day of driving tomorrow, and I don't want to be awoken by you two."
"Don't worry Dad," Marsha said giving her brother a sly look, "You won't hear a peep from us," she said sweetly. All the while in her head, "Because I'll be buried face first in my pillow as Eric fucks me," she said to herself.
"Good," Joe said, dragging their mother by the arm towards their room.
"Take your damn hand off of me!" Joan said wrenching her arm free.
"Fine! Then get in there so we can talk," Joe sneered using the word loosely, "About why you be such a bitch!"
"Oh?! Now you want to talk, oh I'll give you a talking to that's for sure!" Joan said snatching the key from him. Marching angrily to the room before turn back towards Joe. "Well! Come on, I don't have all damn night!"
"What the hell is going on with you!" Eric and Marsha listened through the wall they shared with the other room. "Are you PMSing?! Is that why you're giving me such attitude today?"
"That's so typical of you, to think my anger at you is related to my menstrual cycle!" They heard their mother spat in disgust. "I'm tired of you treating this family like we're objects and not your fucking family. I'm tired of the way you treat your own damn son! Yet you'll spend whatever the fuck you want on Marsha and forget all about Eric! Do you even fucking care our son works -- let me rephrase -- worked two damn jobs and still went to school? Do you even fucking care?"
"So it builds character," Joe said acting like it was nothing.
"Any reasonable parent wouldn't snatch his son off on a cross country trip on his own birthday! Oh, which by the way, you fucking lied to me!" Joan shouted.
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"What did you tell me when you forced us to move from Charleston?"
"What... oh?!"
"Oh, now you fucking remember. You promised me when we moved to Seattle that would be it. You gave me your fucking word a lot of good that is, and yet here we fucking are! On another move, that you seem not to care how you uproot your family, only so long as it furthers you damn carrier!"
"Joan, just think about out it, think about how this will bring prestige to us," Joe said trying to make her see his reasoning.
"No. You only think that. You didn't even once think how any one of us wanted to stay in Seattle. No. The moment you heard you would be getting a ship of your own you expected us to drop everything from our lives and hop to. Well, you know what I'm fucking tired of it!" Joan said coldly.
"Joan... what are you... saying?"
"I'm saying," Joan said, as slowly as she could so his slow mind could comprehend. "Once Eric has graduated I'm leaving you. So go fucking captain your fucking ship, someone has raise your damn kids since obviously you can't."
"I understand why your mad, but Joan you don't have to go," Joe said now seeing how fragile his marriage had become.
"Oh?! You think I'm leaving because of that? How small minded are you? When was the last time you actually made love to me and not that sezier like thing you do for two damn minutes and bust a nut, huh? When was the last time you actually gave me a damn orgasm?!" Eric and Marsha pressed their ears tightly to the wall only hearing silence from their father. "What's that I can't hear you. I tell you how fucking long. Eight fucking long ass years. So don't worry about the kids since it doesn't involve you. You can't be seen to lift a finger to ensure Eric is enrolled in school, a school mind you he'll have to deal with all the crap there when he should be finishing his senior year in Seattle. I do hope commanding a ship is worth missing your son's graduation, because he has already told me once he's out; he's going to a school far away where he doesn't have to constantly move. So I hope your happy you pretty much destroyed your family all for what? So you can play admiral?"
"Where are you going?!"
"I'm sleeping with the kids. I can't stand to look at you," Joan seethed as she stalked towards the door.
"Fine! Go! Don't come crawling back when those stars are lining my uniform!"
"You're an idiot!" Joan yelled. Eric and Marsha scrambled to quickly turn the TV on before their mother knocked on the door.
"Hey," Joan said blushing as Eric answered the door, "I guess you heard," she said seeing Eric nod. "Are you going to invite me in?" Joan asked shyly brushing her hair behind her ear. "Thank you, baby," she said patting his cheek as he stepped out of the way.
"Umm... should I got get the air mattress from the van?" Eric asked as his mother set her bag down on his bed.
"No," Joan said looking over at him with a mischievous smile, "I'm sleeping with you, baby. You let mama," she said moving up to him as the door closed. "Cum on this cock, won't you?" Joan asked as she softly rubbed his member. "You'll make me feel like a woman again, won't you son?" she asked kissing down Eric's neck. "You're not like your father are you? To leave a woman wanting when there's something hard eager to be inside a hot pussy," Joan whispered into his ear when her son's cock grew in her hand.
"N-n-no," Eric stuttered.
"Good," Joan purred before claiming his lips as her own. "Now let mama shower, and then I'll take you on the ride of your life," she said her tongue flicking out teasing Eric's upper lip.
Joan stared at herself in the mirror as the hot steam cooled around her. Her heart hammered in her chest. After twenty years of marriage she was going to sleep with a man not her husband. How that very thought put a smile on her face. No longer would she have to endure her husband's two minute sprint. No longer would she have to seek out her toys just to get herself off. If what she saw when Eric fucked Marsha was any indication. Then she was bound to experience something ten times better than what Joe could ever give her.
"Joan, you go out there, and show your son what you and that pussy can do," Joan said to her mirror self as she pushed up her breasts. The bathroom door swung open, her breasts bounced with every step, her hips swayed seductively as she approached Eric's bed.
"I got him ready for you, Mom," Marsha said laying naked beside her brother as her fingers skimming up and down Eric's shaft. Joan didn't say a word she simply crawled along the bed. Her hand reaching out grasping that hard tool of her son's. Her lips parting as Eric's cock disappeared into her mouth. "You like how mama sucks your cock?" Marsha asked resting on her side, resting her head against her hand as her fingers danced along her brother's chest. "Play with my pussy Eric," she pleaded taking his right hand guiding it to her hot snatch. "That is how you like your sister to act like in all those stories," Marsha said as her eyes fluttered, "For us to beg and plead to service your cock?"
"Yes," Eric groaned as his toes curled.
"Then if I said I want you to bend me over and ram that cock into my pussy would you?" Marsha asked feeling her body trembling as his fingers sank deeper into her canal. "Because I..." she bit down on her lip to contain her moan so it wouldn't carry thought the wall. "Want to feel you deep inside of me. After Mom, of course."
"So baby, are you ready?" Joan asked before licking up the back of his cock. Getting one last taste of his cock before her juices would forever coat it. "Because your mother can't wait any longer she needs to feel you inside of her," she said, his cock trailing between her breasts as she rose. "Don't worry baby, mama is always going to take care of you," Joan said sinking down onto her son's hard tool. "Mmm... yes, god, yes," she moaned softly as her hips start to glide along Eric's steel rod. "Can you feel how wet you make your mother, baby?" Joan asked starring down at her son. Her hands pressed down on his chest as her hips rocked. "God baby. Your cock feels so good!"
"Oh fuck! Mom, you feel so good," Eric moaned. He had no clue how he kept his voice from rising higher than a murmur. He must have known somewhere in the back of his mind to keep his voice down so his father couldn't hear him.
"Yes baby. You do like how that pussy is grips your cock?" Joan asked breathlessly feeling on the cusp of her first orgasm given to her by a man in eight years. Pushing herself up drawing his gaze to her breasts as the lamp highlighted them. Joan wanted her son to see how she looked while was cumming on his cock. "Just wait for..." rocking faster forward and backwards, tossing her had back, "Yes! Finally!" Joan cried joyously in a whisper as she smiled triumphantly at the ceiling.
"Oh fuck Mom! I'm going to cum!" Eric hissed grabbing hold of her mother's hips. Thrusting his cock deeper into her hot cunt.
"Yes baby, cum inside of your mother," Joan said, leaning forward her breasts brushing against his chest. "It's okay, you can cum inside me. I'll always want you to cum inside of me. I can't get pregnant. So fill up my pussy with my man's cum," she said, kissing the man she was going to share his bed with forever. "You've already surpassed your father in leaps and bounds," Joan said, looking over at the clock noticing twenty-five have passed. She knew once Eric had become used to having sex then it be only a matter of time that his endurance would increase. "Now hammer that cock into your mother's pussy!" she said, before her lips locked around his as Eric rapidly sent cock towards the depths of her core. "Fuck yes!" Joan hissed as she felt her son's cum flooding her cunt.
The End.
Epilogue
"Yes Eric, fuck me!" Marsha howled out as he held onto her hips. "Fuck brother make.... c-c-cum!"
"Fuck sis! Did you have to drench me?!" Eric said feeling his balls soaked in his sister's juice.
"Of course! It's the sign you can fuck like a man," Marsha said smiling at him as she peered over her shoulder.
"You're on your pill right?!" Eric asked feeling his balls tightening up.
"Mmmhmm," Marsha purred feeling his cock swelling inside of her cunt. "How else is your sister-slut going to feel your hot cum inside of me?"
"True," Eric said smirked smacking his sister's ass.
"Mmm... you do know what I like don't you?"
"Of course, he does," Joan said, leaning against the doorframe that led to their new apartment's laundry room. Her finger running along her lower lip as she watched as her son pounded her daughter. It's been two weeks since they had moved to Bone; and both of them were eager for Eric to fuck them on every surface, in every room before his classes started in a month. What happened to Joe? Joan didn't care. If he came back to find them gone she didn't know. She hasn't heard from the man since he set sail. Her mind was focused on the real man that has given her numerous orgasms since that wonderful night. "He has been fucking you enough to know what you like Marsha," Joan said smirking at her daughter.
"True," Marsha giggled, "But I do love being fucked by you Eric," she said reach back caressing his face.
"Eric? Will you be able to get it up again? Mama is hungry and only your cock can satisfy me," Joan purred.
"Yeah... fuck Marsha I'm cumming," Eric said, ramming his cock deep into his sister's cunt as his hot seed shot out. "Give me ten minutes to recharge," he said, breathing heavily as he pulled out of his sister.
"Let me clean this Mom can't fuck a soiled cock, now can't she?" Marsha said quickly spinning around sucking her cream from her brother's cock.
"Awe! You're so thoughtful," Joan cooed, "Eric, I was thinking of you fucking me on the kitchen counter, whenever you're ready," she said, blowing Eric a kiss, tossing her panties at him before leaving the doorway.