The sound of the car's engine can be heard as they drive the lonely road. The radio quietly playing in the background. Other than that, no other sounds are present. She looks into her rear-view mirror, looking over at Matthew that is sitting at the back of the car with his hands crossed and face turned away as he looks out the window.
"... Matthew, I..."
"Shut up. Just shut up. I don't want to hear it."
"Matt-"
"Three fucking guys, mom! My age. You just juggled three cocks like a whore."
*Thirty minutes ago at the house*
"Ah hey, Matt, we just showing your mother around, ha," he smiles while continuing to fuck her dripping pussy as he looks at Matt.
"Kyle, what the fuck..." Matt responds, sounding defeated.
The housewife pulls the cock out of her mouth, "Matt, this is not... Please don't look! I..."
The cock suddenly gets back in her mouth.
"Did I tell you to stop sucking, baby?" the boy says hornily. Gripping her hair, he begins to face fuck her once more. Matt watching a young cock thrusting in and out of his married mother's mouth.
The boy soon cums inside of her mouth. As a matter of fact, all three of them take turns cumming in her mouth. Matt standing there, defeated, not knowing what to do but to watch his mother gulp down their seed.
*Now*
She can feel her eyes watering slightly, "Matthew. I am your mother, and in no circumstances are you allowed to call me that."
"Oh yeah? And what should I call you? What would you call yourself?"
She doesn't answer.
"Thought so."
"L-Look, Matthew. I want you to forget what happened back there, and not tell anybody. Not a single word to your father."
Matt chuckles in disbelief, shaking his head, "Yeah, you wish. I'm not forgetting anything, mom. Dad is going to know everything. Every detail."
She keeps her eyes on the road as she thinks of what she can do. She slows down the car and pulls over the side of the road.
Taking a deep breath, she turns around to look at him. "Matthew, please. What do you want? I'll increase your allowance. I'll buy you a new video game. The one that you wanted for so long." She looks at him seriously. "Dad cannot know about this. No one can."
He looks back at her with a frown. "It's not going to work, mom. Dad is going to know because I'm going to tell him."
"Matt, anything, please. I'm so sorry."
A sudden silence enters the car as she looks back at him and he had her. Matthew just stares at his mother as he thinks for a moment.
"A blowjob."
His mother's eyes widen as she hears him utter such a word.
"A b-blowjob? What do you mean..."
"If you want my mouth shut, you're going to pull my cock out and you're going to suck it. Just like you did with those guys."
She stares back at him with her mouth slightly open. Finding it hard to believe what a request her own son would make. Not even. A demand he would make.
"Matt, what are you talking about? I'm your mother."
"You are, and you had no problem with three young cocks before."
She turns around pressing her back against the seat, closing her eyes and feeling her heart pounding in her chest.
The silence returns.
She finally opens her eyes, looking out into the road as she starts to speak, "If I agree to this... request. You promise me that you will not tell anybody."
"I'll think about it," he responds.
She shakes her head and bites her lip as she turns around and reaches her hand out. All of her fingers clenched except for the pinky.
"Promise me. Pinky promise."
When Matt was younger, his mother and he would always make a pinky promise. That's how they knew you are making an actual promise.
Matt looks down at her hand. Finally reaching his hand out and wrapping his pinky around hers.
"I want it now," he demands.
His mother nods slowly. Turning back around, reluctantly opening and exiting the vehicle.
Matthew himself cannot believe this is happening.
She opens the back door of the car as he gets his legs outside of the vehicle while still sitting at the edge of the seat.