Growing up Polygamy Part 2!

*All fictional characters in this story participating in sexual activity are at or above the age of consent*

“Ughhh….ahhh, Mom if you keep doing that we’re going to crash” I moaned trying to focus on the road while Carol focused on sliding my prick in her throat. I was amazed at her nonexistent gag reflex. Within seconds she had taken the entire veiny pulsing member and I could now feel her tongue playingly licking the sensitive loose skin of my scrotum.

“Mmmmm” I heard her hum just before she started to jerk her head up and down, fucking her own face with my cock. I could feel a hint of her molars grazing the shaft but the slight pain didn’t take anything away from the pleasure.

With a sharp inhale of breath, I released a thick load of hot cock juice down her throat, soon to be mixing around in her belly.

I must have swerved several times and nearly hit god only knows how many cars.

Even as my flowing river of cum had come to a dribble, Carol kept her throat firmly contracting around my throbbing penis trying to get every drop of semen, as if she wasn’t going to get gallons more…….in the next 24 hours alone no less. The rest of the family wouldn’t be joining us until the day after tomorrow so the scenario in my mind was to go at it like a couple of bunny rabbits.

I finally felt her mouth slide completely off my now deflating penis. Along with satisfaction and a hunger for more I felt the cool air hit my saliva drenched dick.

Carol tucked it back into my shorts before sitting up and settling into her seat with slight smile on her face.

“How was that sweetie?” she asked knowing full well how it was.

“My father’s a fucking idiot” I said like a was stating a fact.

“Watch your mouth young man, and good sons shouldn’t talk about their fathers that way” she scolded me, half-heartedly it seemed.

“Good sons also aren’t supposed to fuck their mothers” I smirked. “And he is an idiot mom, you’re so amazing and unbelievably sexy. He doesn’t treat you the way he should…..good for me though suppose”. I shouldn’t have said any of it.

Carol and my dad’s relationship wasn’t something anyone talked about, hell my father would even scowl when Carol said anything remotely related to the two of them spending any time together. I first noticed this years ago, and when I asked my actual mother about it she simply said “a wife’s main purpose is for making babies and a woman who can’t produce the number of children her husband wants is doomed”. And that folks is one of the grim aspects of my father’s values. I never asked him anything about it or anything about any of his wives. He was from a more traditional generation and we would never see eye to eye about that sort of anything.

“Your father has his reasons sweetie, but I don’t want to talk about that. I just want to us to have a nice trip while we can”.

“Of course mom” I let it go. We were pulling up to the cabin anyway and it would take some work to get the place to my father’s standards.

The grass was pretty overgrown around the entire 10-acre property. I was certain the water vehicles would need some work even if just a little to get them running properly and obviously the fridge and the deep freezers would need to stocked. My family was relatively healthy overall, and my little brother could eat anyone out house and home.

I sighed as I stepped out of my truck, rubbing my neck and stretching, along with readjusting my package to my liking.

“My my, this might take a while” Carol spoke as she came up behind me.

“I’ll make sure it goes quick” I said turning to face her. I then moved my hands to rest them on her perfectly wide, well- rounded hips. “Because I’m not sure, how much longer I can go before I bend you over and pound you so hard that you’re seeing double” I growled, letting my hands slide around to her plump posterior.

“mmm, that’s what I like to hear young man. You better hurry up then” she said almost in a whisper before giving me a peck on the lips and switching her ample hips up the stairs of the porch.

My eyes didn’t leave her full figure until she disappeared into the house. Our relationship had completely changed dynamics in a period of only 48 hours, as well as my perspective of her.

She used to be the loving wholesome mother who washed my clothes and took care of me like the rest of any of my siblings, but now she was the lusty, curvy mother that was always horny for her son’s cock. Of course I was in lust for her as well and I wasn’t really concerned about how it all could impact the future.

I feel it’s worth mentioning that I am my father’s heir and the future owner of his construction company. Regardless of the care or lack thereof he had for Carol she was still his wife and one would assume that he would not forgive his son for this betrayal.

Of course, I was still a hormone driven young man. My mind was perpetually on the next opportunity to sheath my throbbing cock in a hot tight hole.

I shook my head as if to throw away all distracting thoughts before making my way toward the shed. With a little oil and gasoline, I got the old john deere lawn mower running.

Cutting the entire property didn’t take too long and I was able to trim all hedges of any kind. The cabin is quite big. Its nearly 3000 square feet so a little extravagant for something we call a cabin.

It has a deck that wraps around and I inspected it to check if any mending was necessary. I brought out the large grill and cleaned off the dust, it would certainly get a lot of use this coming week.

My older sisters would be joining us for the week as well. Only one, which was the youngest of the two, was married and she had already had two children despite only being married for just under three years and what was even more she was only 4 years older than me.

Now 22 isn’t that young for mothers these days but that thought haunted me. I was to graduate in a matter of months and it wouldn’t be long before the pressure was put on me to marry and have children; and according to my family values I was supposed to being doing a lot of both.

It was almost evening time before I decided to call it a day. I didn’t even get to the boat house. It was more work than I anticipated, but I didn’t mind, it gave me time to think about my recent endeavors and what I should do about them. Just in case you’re wondering, I hadn’t come up with any solutions. I needed to clear my mind and I did know the solution to do that.

I walked through the front door to see a spotless interior. Carol was already preparing supper when I entered the kitchen to see her moving about the area, stirring, pouring, and whisking concoctions of sorts.

Blood started to rush to my elongating penis as my lustful eyes scanned her up and down. She was wearing a purple and white plaid shirt that she had twisted at the bottom, exposing her pale midriff. Her light brown hair was a tied up in a disarray, and I could tell she had only recently finished her work as her skin was slightly moist from sweat.

Of course, what I enjoyed most about her enticing appearance were the short tight pair of jean shorts she wore.

They hugged her thick white thighs so snuggly they looked like they could have been painted on. She was barefoot as well and for some reason that fact in combination with the present scene made me feel like we were a married couple about to eat dinner after completing traditional gender role work.

“All finished out there” Carol noticed me standing there and spoke, snapping me out of thought.

“For now, I’ll take care of the boats tomorrow”.

“Well dinner is almost ready, why don’t you wash up” she told me as if we were a normal mother and son but I had to remind her otherwise. I walked into the kitchen and embraced her from behind.

“Hshh” she gasped “Oh, feeling a bit randy are we sweetie”. She tried to continue with her stirring as I groped her large tits through her blouse while pressing my growing bulge in between the fat cheeks of her butt.

I moved my face into the nape of her neck and began an assault that started to drive her wild. I could feel her breathing and heat rate increase whilst I bit and sucked the soft flesh under her chin and by her right ear. I started to forcefully dry hump her against the stove, my movements causing the much of the contents in the pot to spill out around the sides.

I briefly wondered if my odor was influencing her arousal at all. I recently learned in biology that pheromones were secreted through the pores and given that I had been sweating from work I had hoped that I smelled of a musk rather must.

The sound of her moans pulled me back to reality as I continued thrusting into her backside. I had already pulled my shirt while working and in an instant my jeans and boxers hit the floor. The spontaneous release of the tension caused my bloated prick to sharply spring upward slapping the soft cheek of my mom’s jean covered ass.

I reached around to unbutton her shorts before sliding the denim clad material down to expose the plump round creamy globes of Carol’s ass. I started to push her forward, bending her over as I took hold of my throbbingly painful cock.

“wait, let me put it in honey” she said stopping me and I reluctantly froze before I watched as she put a hand to her mouth to collect a fair amount of salvia in her fingers before lowering arm. I was so hard I was numb to the feel of her hand generously spreading the substance over my engorged mushroom head and down the shaft.

“Mmmm, such a beautiful penis and its fucking hard enough to cut diamonds” she whispered as if saying it too loud was wrong.

She encircled the shaft with her nimble fingers before directing the near golf ball sized cock head into the cleft of her fat cheeks, while simultaneously backing up, letting the flesh of her bum envelope inches of my straining member. I then felt the heat of her womanhood on the tip. It was so hot it made me laugh to think that she didn’t need a stove to cook.

“look at me Hollis” she demanded looking back over her shoulder into my eyes as she started moving her ass back further and seconds later I felt the tight lips of her flower beginning to stretch around the tip of my penis.