Perverts 'R' Us

Road Trip

By Valleyal ( F/b, inc-mom/son, pedo, anal )

Hi. My name is Shelby and I am the proud wife of one of our servicemen serving over in Afghanistan. We have one son, Rick Jr., who is 9 and just finished up the fourth grade. We live just off post of Fort Campbell, Kentucky.

My husband Rick is career military and has been serving since he graduated from high school. We met while he was stationed at Fort Benning, Georgia, where my Dad, also career military, was also serving.

Rick is a good man. I don't mean to speak evil of him. For someone who is not exposed to the military life, he could seem that way. He has to be tough on the new recruits to make good men and good soldiers of them. That way when they get in the heat of the battle they will not panic and just focus on their duty.

Since I grew up in a military family I am used to the life. At times Rick can be so sweet. Sometimes he will forget that I am not one of his privates and start using that tone around me. I will then just give him that look which will usually do the trick.

Our son Ricky has problems with his Dad. He doesn't know how to take him and in a lot of ways is scared and intimidated by him. It's like every time his Dad goes off on deployment, Ricky opens up a little more and becomes less shy, and when his Dad returns he goes back into his shell with no self confidence.

Ricky was born two months premature and had to be in an incubator 6 weeks just after he was born. His life was in the balance. Being there saved him, although it did mess up to some degree his eyes, ears, throat, and nose some. His hearing and eyesight are bad, and he does have asthma, but all in all, we are so thankful he made it through that.

I suppose Rick wanted a son who is robust and as active as he is. Telling his son that he is proud of him and that he loves him and those kinds of things are not easy for Rick to do. It is not in his nature.

We have tried having other kids since Ricky. Three times we have gone through the trauma of having a miscarriage. It has affected me more than anyone else. When we were married, I was a cute 5'4" 115 pounds. I guess I am now 40 pounds or so heavier. I don't feel as sexy or as pretty. For that matter, I don't really like or want sex with Rick as much either. I do it cause he wants to, but it really is just, "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" until he ejaculates then I can pull up my panties and go back to sleep.

Rick left for his deployment his second tour of Afghanistan in mid April. By the end of May, the school year was over. Ricky's birthday is in June, so when I asked him what he most wanted or most wanted to do, he answered that he had always wanted to go to Disney World. When I was his age, that was my dream too.

So, for the second week in June, I asked off from my job and would take my vacation then and take Ricky to Florida. On the return trip home we could stop by at my parents and visit some.

On the day we left, I meant to get an early start in the morning so we could get to Florida by nightfall. We ended up not leaving until late morning and hit the noon traffic in Nashville, which slowed us down. Traffic was also heavy in Chattanooga, but worst of all, was afternoon rush-hour traffic in Atlanta. It got dark long before we reached Macon, traveling down I-75. Finally between Perry and Tifton I pulled off at an exit and went into the hotel to see if we could get a room.

They had one left, which was just a double bed. This was better than nothing or driving further down the interstate. I took our bags to the room and then went and woke up Ricky, who had fallen asleep around Warner Robins. He seemed tired from the long trip. I was tired too since had been just me doing the driving. Usually Rick did the driving, but since it was just me and Ricky, I drove.

I took a shower and when I came out Ricky was already under the covers, fast asleep. I put on a long tee shirt as well as clean panties. Clean they were, but cute they sure weren't. Others might call them granny panties. The elastic was worn in places and I guess you could say there were a few holes. I didn't think anything about it, really. It wasn't like I was out on some Romantic holiday, just me and Ricky.

I crawled under the covers and snuggled up next to my son. It was nice. It had been so long since I had held him in my arms. I guess I had to have him sound asleep to get any hugs, but I sure was treasuring the opportunity I was getting. He was wearing just his Spiderman underwear.

Sometime in the night, I woke up over on my side of the bed. I was on my side with all the covers. Rick always accused me of hogging all the covers. I guess this was true. I was on my side with my back to Ricky. Ricky was cuddled up against my back. What woke me up was what Ricky was doing. He seemed to freeze I suppose when my breathing changed, but since I didn't move or say anything he slowly started tugging again on my tee shirt.

On my left hip it was already up to my waist. He was slowly tugging on the other side. Since I was lying on that side he wasn't getting much progress tugging so slowly and gently. What I definitely could tell was that he sure didn't want to wake me.

I didn't even know he was interested in girls. To top it off, he seemed intent on me, his 40-pound-overweight Mom. I guess he must have been wide awake over the excitement of the trip as well as his long naps on the drive. If I was to wake up, I am sure I would embarrass him for sure.

He kept slowly tugging on my shirt. If I were to help him any, I'm sure he would know I was awake and would die of embarrassment. Plus, the tenderness and gentleness was getting to be exciting. His Dad was all US Army Ranger - just yank down my panties, put it in, and start grinding away. No tenderness or gentleness at all.

Finally he gave up on my shirt, or maybe he had it pulled up as much as he wanted. Or maybe he found something else more interesting. All of a sudden I kept feeling a feather touch for no more than a second on my butt. It is like he would touch then pull away to see if that would wake me. Slowly his hand and hands began staying longer. My gosh, my son was wanting to feel up my butt.

Then, like magic, he began to find some of the holes and could touch bare skin. Those too were at first the feather like touches immediately pulling away, and then slowly returning. I was being turned on but I couldn't make any move for fear of him knowing I was awake.

Then, all of a sudden and ever so slowly, he started touching the edges around the elastic. Or what was of the elastic. He first tried the leg openings. He could get his fingers a little inside, but not so far. Then he tried the top elastic.

Slowly I felt my son tugging them slowly rolling down my panties with one hand while with his other hand he was tenderly feeling up the bare butt cheek that had been exposed. He had at least half of my left butt cheek all bare until all the slack was out. With me lying on my right hip, they weren't going to come down any more without at least some help from me.

I wasn't sure what to do. Should I help him any? Should I just pretend I had awakened and put a stop to all this?

While I was thinking all this, I next felt him reaching slowly inside my panties. His hand couldn't get much further than my crack but that is where he was softly and slowly now rubbing. What I also just realized was that he had his hips pressed up against me. The fly on his Spiderman underwear must have been open, because it was now going through one of the tears in my panties and going into his hand which was inside my panties. He was beating off into my crack. His breathing had changed.

All of a sudden he seemed to lose his breath while he was grinding into my butt. He didn't cum or anything. I'm not sure if boys his age are able to do that yet. But there definitely was a change and I would guess it was some sort of orgasm or climax for him.

He quickly pulled away, but his breathing did not return to normal. From experience I knew it was another asthma attack. I pretended to immediately just awake and went and got his inhaler. I curled him in my arms as his breathing slowly returned to normal. I didn't mention anything about what had happened earlier. I'm not sure if I pulled my tee shirt down or my panties up any during all this, but when I next lay back down I made sure my shirt was at my waist and my panties were mid thigh. I cuddled up next to my son holding him and then immediately pretended to be back asleep. I wanted to give him the opportunity to start again. Sorry to say, nothing else happened.

The next morning, we got to an early start for Florida. Nothing unusual was said or any mention of last night. What I did notice was that he shied away the two times I tried to hug him.

We got to Disney World later and had a great time in the Magic Kingdom. It was Ricky's first time there and I hadn't been back since back when I was in high school. After leaving there later that day to return again tomorrow, we went towards Kissimmee to look for a hotel as well as a restaurant to eat dinner that night. At the hotel desk I made a snap decision and asked the clerk for a room for the next two nights with just a single bed. This was a much larger hotel so they had all kinds of different rooms. I got the key card and went back to the car to rejoin Ricky. We could take our luggage in later.

We went and ate at the Cracker Barrel. Both Ricky and I just love their food. Ricky even ate ice cream afterwards. We were on our vacation. Instead of going next to the hotel I suggested first going to the nearby package store and I would later make some Pina Coladas, virgin ones for him and stronger ones for me, and maybe if he was good, he could have some of mine as well. He seemed eager, as any fourth grader would be. I had him promise no mention of this would ever be made to his Dad or especially the grandparents. He said he could keep a secret.

Next I suggested going to the Walmart. This got a groan from him, as like any boy he hates shopping. What I intended to do was find something nicer than the ratty sleep tee shirt and ratty panties. Maybe if I wore something nicer, what had happened last night might happen again. I had to do this without him guessing my intentions.

So, off to Walmart we went. I don't really know the difference between teddies and baby dolls, but the ones they had were kinda cute. Ricky was of no help, as he seemed like this was just as much fun as if we were picking out motor oil to put in the car - totally uninteresting to him.

Finally I picked out one that was all one piece and a little sheer, which had snaps on the sides as well as two snaps which connected the bottom panty connections. Later on, my plan was to seem a little drunk from the Pina Coladas and then unknowing to me maybe the snaps had come undone. That was the plan, anyway.

I paid for the purchase and then we got back in the car and drove to the hotel. It was getting to be later than I had thought. We carried the bags into the room as well as the Pina Colada mixes and my new purchase from Walmart. I fixed both Ricky and me a Pina Colada, mine virgin and his with a little bit of alcohol, but saying it the other way around. I next went into the shower and put on the new nightie before coming out.

I found Ricky sound asleep already under the covers with barely any of his Pina Colada drank. So much for my plan. I noticed on the clock it was already almost midnight. I guess he was all tuckered out from his day at Disney World.

I drank another Pina Colada this time with some alcohol in mine and then when done crawled under the covers with Ricky, but making sure all the snaps were undone. I cuddled up next to him, waiting for him to think I was finally asleep. I waited all night. Nothing happened, except for second straight night I barely had gotten any sleep.

The next day we went back to the Magic Kingdom and had another great time. We must have rode Space Mountain four times. This time I made sure we left the park earlier than the previous day and except for going to dinner we would get back to the hotel room earlier. Maybe I wouldn't tucker out my son as much.

Since the next day was going to be his birthday I let him pick out any restaurant for his last meal as a nine year old. He picked Cracker Barrel. During the meal the staff brought out a cake and everyone sang Happy Birthday.

We took the cake back to the room and I made Pina Coladas again, since we had hardly drank any of them the night earlier. My son seemed to be enjoying himself. The next day we were going to drive to Fort Benning, Georgia, and since that wasn't going to be nearly as long a drive as to Kentucky I said we didn't need to get near as early a start.

This time instead of me going to the shower and having him fall asleep, I suggested he go take his shower. In passing I said that I would change out of the sweaty shorts and shirt I had on into something more comfortable.

When Ricky came out of the shower, I had put on the new nightie. I had the lights down lower and made him a Pina Colada. He was definitely noticing the change in what I had on. I made sure his drinks were virgin so he would be wide awake as well as I made sure he believed my drinks were stronger than they actually were. That way I was pretending to get drunker.

I cuddled up next to my son as we drank our Pina Coladas and watched a movie on TV. He seemed extremely shy, possibly because of what I was wearing or not wearing. Also, each time I would get up to refill our glasses I made sure more snaps were undone. During the movie I more than once caught him looking down the top to see my bare breasts. I didn't let him know I caught him looking.

During the last round of drinks made I tried acting extremely drunk and pretended to stumble when I went in the bathroom to pee. Coming out, I made sure the bottom wasn't snapped at all and this time instead of cuddling next to him I lay down at the foot of the bed directly across from him. Making sure he could definitely see I had the whole nightie above my belly button. We proceeded to talk, mostly me talking, since he was sort of speechless with what he could look at. I was acting more and more drunk-like until I then chugged down the entire last cup of Pina Colada I had made for myself. A few seconds later I leaned my head back and pretended like I was fast asleep all drunk passed out.

It took my timid son several minutes to figure out his newfound luck and opportunity. At first he was just asking if I was ok. Next he started asking if I was asleep. I kept all quiet. Finally he came closer down to the foot of the bed.

I felt him push against my bare leg and he would ask if I was asleep. He would push higher up on my leg and ask again. I couldn't stay completely still. I am human you know. But every time I would pretend like I was passed out drunk.

Finally Ricky was to my upper thighs. This time he wasn't pushing against, but instead softly rubbing. As his hand went higher up he would ask if I was ok or if I was asleep. Rather than trying to stay completely silent I would mumble what seemed like one that a very drunk person passed out would do.

When his hand soon found my pussy lips I about had the orgasm of my life. I think I spooked him so much he had jumped all the way to the head of the bed. A few minutes later he started again rubbing around my ankles asking if I was awake and ok. Slowly he worked his way up higher. As his hands again reached to my thighs I started mumbling mmmmmm thinking maybe by making sounds earlier it wouldn't spook him near as much the higher he got.

The higher he got the slower he went. He had been sitting cross-legged in front of me, but now was on his tummy between my parted legs. He had touched all around, but not yet again my pussy lips. Tenderly I next felt his lips softly kissing my thighs.

My Gosh....my son was more tender and more gentle than any man or teen boy from high school I had ever known. How at age nine he learned that this was more romantic is amazing.

Slowly I felt him fondling my pussy lips as he kissed higher up on my upper thighs. I figured he must want a closer look at what he is touching. Maybe when his fingers go inside to open me up he will want to look inside.

The only thing scaring me was I knew I was leaking. This would give me away and he would know I wasn't asleep. Then next I thought, he's nine years old, he won't even know or realize I am leaking. That idea went out the window as I could tell I was getting his finger all wet. Maybe this wouldn't spook him.

He withdrew his very wet finger. I couldn't open up my eyes to see and have him catch me. Then I realized he had put that wet finger into his mouth. Ever so slightly I began to notice his breath just above my pubic area. Then even more slightly his tongue as it licked up some of the moisture that had seeped out. Then finally his tongue was on my pussy lips. I was getting wet inside in a hurry.

Then, softly and gently he turned his lips where they were even with my pussy lips. He was tenderly kissing my pussy. I about lost it then. I definitely let out a moan and before he could scoot away. I grabbed for his head and ran my fingers through his hair as I moaned "mmmmm." He sort of remained very still. I guess he was scared he had gotten caught, so he just froze.

Since I didn't try to get up, he after a while figured I must still be passed out drunk and then proceeded to again kiss my pussy. Maybe I wish he had kissed or touched my clit more, but who can complain, being eaten out so tenderly and gently.

Finally I guess his tongue and lips got tired, but he didn't stop. He leaned his head on my thigh as now I felt him putting a finger in me. Gosh, this is better than a dick. Maybe his finger is not as big, but it is a lot more gentle.

Rick would never want to eat me before fucking me. The one and only time he had ever ate me was once when I was giving him a blowjob back before we were married and had twisted around so that my pussy was over his mouth. He kissed a little bit but seemed more concerned that he not do anything to disrupt the blowjob he was getting. Later on he made some comment about fish smell and I never again asked him to do this. I also made sure the blowjobs came less often. Fair is fair.

But now my son had tenderly licked me in the pussy and was now slowly putting his tiny finger in me. I needed to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked by his finger if that is what was going to happen. Involuntarily, I moved one of my hands over his hand that was in my pussy. He froze but eventually got the idea that I was helping guide his finger into me. Finally he had put a second finger in me. I was definitely mumbling, "mmmmm" and raising my butt off the bed to meet his two fingers in me. I moved my hand over my clit as his tiny fingers twisted in my pussy. I had the orgasm of my life as I soaked those two fingers.

Oooooops! I then realized I had screamed out and had risen up some. My timid son had immediately scooted away and was pretending to be sound asleep with his head on the pillow. He wasn't under the covers but he definitely knew I had woken up.

I froze cause I didn't know what to do. I couldn't pretend to be sound asleep anymore, but for sure I didn't want him to think I knew what he had been doing. Then my son came to my rescue again. I could hear him asking if I was ok. He still thought I was extremely drunk. Next I heard him asking if I needed to use the bathroom or anything. I saw my out.

I mumbled a "yes", but then acted like I would fall down if I got up to go to the bathroom. My son, my hero, came to my aid and had me lean against him as he almost carried me to the bathroom. I weigh twice as much as he does.

After sitting me down on the toilet seat I heard him ask if I was ok. Then he asked if I needed help. I mumbled without thinking that maybe he should help me with my panties. Then I realized I didn't have any panties on. But bless his heart, he said sure, and then just kind of held up my nightie as I peed. Then, amazing and all, he next asked if I needed any help wiping. He must really think I am drunk. I nodded a yes and felt him wipe toilet tissue twice over my pussy.

He helped carry me back to the bed and tucked me in. Instead of positioning me on my back as before he turned me over on my side facing away from the middle of the bed. When he went around to get in under the covers I had turned around to be again on my back. He cuddled up next to me but in doing so moved me to where I was again on my side, facing away from him.

Suddenly it hit me that after I peed I don't remember him re-snapping the bottom of my nightie. He just had cuddled up next to my back with his arms around me. He asked a few times if I was ok and still awake, so I took the hint soon enough and began to pretend to be sound asleep passed out drunk again.

That was when I realized that nothing was re-snapped. The nightie was all above my waist and I was completely bare below that. Additionally, the sides were unsnapped, so this time with his arm around me like that he could easily reach in and cup my bare breast too.

What I definitely noticed was his fly was open and he was pushing his little boy cock into my butt crack. This was better than heaven. It was only going into my butt crack and not my butt hole. But he was sliding it in and out of there. Finally he stopped feeling up my boob and I felt both of his hands spreading more open my butt cheeks as he pumped his tiny cock in my butt crack. He then twisted me around to where I was on my tummy and kept pumping.

Ok, I never have liked getting fucked in the butt. It hurts and I am scared I will shit on it or something. Hey, if I am scared of my front smelling like fish, I would for sure be more scared of how my butt smelled.

Maybe me being on my tummy he will try a little more forward and go into my pussy. Nope, he's aiming for my butt hole. Not a good aim either, as he's still too high, but hey, he's just nine years old. Ok, now he has a better aim and it is going in some. Some is all it went in. But in and out it was going. He kept slowing down, I suppose to keep his breath and not mess up with an asthma attack. It wasn't hurting.

Finally he collapsed atop me and I knew he had had his dry orgasm. I had had several myself. I could now see sunlight peeking below the curtain windows. We had been up all night.

I knew there would be no opportunity that night to sleep in same bed as him while at my parents. There might never be any opportunity if I couldn't think of a way in Fort Campbell. For sure I would have to think again about another road trip and ensure we had just a single bed. That is what the plan will be.