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The Baxter Family: Roadtrip to Remember

Authors Note

All the characters in this story are 21 or over. You should be over 18 to read this.

Update

I updated this chapter in November 2021 to make the dialogue more realistic, flesh out the characters a little, and generally make it flow better. The plot remains unchanged. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1: The Warzone

“Good copy, strike inbound.”

High-caliber gunfire and radio static echoed across a digital battlefield. Luke moved his character into cover by a low wall, checking his gear as airplane engines boomed above him. He had the volume on his TV up high, because the speakers didn’t work properly. He didn’t have the money for new ones – as a twenty three year old he was going to college, and didn’t have a job. Instead he usually spent his free time playing video games, mostly shooters. This one, Warzone, was his favorite.

He watched the screen as an airstrike landed perfectly, exploding onto an enemy team, and he sprinted over to finish them off. He’d just woken up, and it was humid in his bedroom, with the window shut on hot morning sunshine. The fans on his PS4 whirred loudly in the corner.

As he played, he toyed with an idle thought in the back of his mind. There was something he needed to do today, right? Did he have college? After a few moments he realized he wasn’t even sure which day it was. ‘Whatever’ he thought.

His legs were starting to cramp, so he grabbed a pillow and propped it behind his back, pulling the covers up around himself. He yawned, and resting the controller in his lap, felt his morning wood like a piece of thick rope in his underwear.

Seeing another enemy team in the distance, he ignored his half-erection, and tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes.

He pulled the trigger and downed one target. The other ducked behind a jeep. He fired again. What was that noise? The TV speakers blared. He rounded the jeep. Headshot.

Someone was loudly knocking on his bedroom door.

“Yeah!” he called out, eyes fixed on the television.

He heard someone loudly open the door and the voice of his mother, Tracey, drifted from across the room.

“Honey – wow it’s hot in here – you’ve got college in twenty minutes, and I’m running late for work, OK? Are you ready?”

“What? Yeah I’m-” There was one guy left in the enemy squad. He heard sniper fire, and crouched low to avoid it. “I’m ready. Few minutes.”

Silence.

Vaguely aware something was wrong, he looked over to see his mother, her eyebrow arched in a questioning look. She wasn’t dressed yet, wearing a shiny, dark nightshirt, silk maybe, and carrying a white towel in one hand. Her blonde hair was still wet from a shower. Luke eyed the low cut robe, and noticed her cleavage protruding slightly, forgetting the videogame for a second.

“Honey! Hello? You’re still in bed!” Her voice seemed anxious rather than upset. She had a flushed look on her face from the heat of the shower. “Look at you!”

He waved a hand dismissively, and his eyes flicked back to Warzone. The gas clouds were closing in, and he started sprinting. As he moved, he could see the glare of a sniper scope.

“I, uh…” he trailed off, snapping an assault rifle burst at the sniper. At the sound of gunshots, his mother looked towards the television. She had blank expression on her face – the game meant nothing to her.

“I was kinda thinking of taking the day off. Y’know to, study, or whatever.”

His mother made a gently pained noise. “Baby,” she said, her voice warm and kind, “I’ve let you have so many days off now…”

“Yeah” he said. His voice grew quieter and lower. “But I seem to remember a week ago-“

“Ah!” His mother’s voice rose in warning, and she took a step forward.

“-I was licking something of yours-“

“Hon-ey!” His mother said, stretching the word into two syllables. She had a mix of embarrassment and laughter in her voice. She tossed the towel at him, playfully, and he dropped the controller to catch it. His attention was now completely on her.

“-and I remember you seemed to *really* enjoy me being home for that” he finished, a large smile across his lips.

“…yeah, I did like that” she said slowly and happily, sharing his smile. Then her face changed. “But sweetheart, Mommy is really late for work today, OK? And you need to get to college, it’s right on the way. Could you hop in the shower, and be ready in ten?”

“Uhh…” he said, eyes drifting back to the screen. “I don’t know…”

His mother crossed the room to his bed, and grabbed the covers.

“Listen, you’re still in bed, let’s move those sheets and-“

She took a half-step back and put her hands on her hips. She let out a loud breath. There was a long silence, broken only by the videogame gunfire in the background.

“Honey, were you masturbating?”

“What?” Luke said in confusion.

“Sweetheart, you have a hard-on, that’s, uh…” her voice trailed off for a sec, “that’s a big one. That’s tokat escort bigger than usual.”

He glanced down. His dick was sticking out a rough angle, stretching his blue boxer-briefs. It did look pretty big.

“Morning wood, y’know Mom.” he mumbled, and began moving his character again. Only one enemy team left. He had a good shot at winning this.

His Mother stared at his penis for a long second, then reached down to gently press on it.

“It’s… engorged. Look at that honey, you can’t go to college like that. Everyone’ll see it sticking out of your pants.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying” he said, his voice growing in confidence. “Like I said, I can’t go to college, I’ve gotta stay here and, uh, study.”

“Study?”

“Yeah” he said, as casually as he could. “And, y’know, if you also wanted to stay, and help me study, that’d… I think we could make that work.”

“Oh I see, listen, honey-” her voice was quiet, with a gentle tone, as if he might be embarrassed, “Do you need Mommy to help you out?”

He could see the other team below him. This was gonna be easy. He felt a hand pressing over his dick, massaging the fabric over it, gently squeezing it.

“I know you love it when I touch you.”

He let out a small breath, as his Mother’s hand worked out the stiffness and aches in his cock. A wave of endorphins surged through him. As she worked, he felt a little pre-cum begin to wet the tip.

For her part, Tracey could see the pleasure break across her son’s face. And while she was worried about her boss’s reaction if she was late again, she couldn’t help but give into this little bit of excitement. The enjoyment they received more than made up for any trouble it got them into. And that young, hard body of his… she began to get excited. ‘Just think of all the things I could do with that’ she mused. So long as she got to work on time. Mostly on time, anyway.

“Take your underwear off, lets see what I’m working with here” she said firmly.

Luke tried to grab his underwear with one hand, while working the controller with the other. Tracey sighed, and reached out to pull it down for him. His cock sprang loose, now as straight and hard as metal, shining at the tip.

She bent down to examine it. Luke grunted and fired at an enemy team. Downed one. The other two span around and opened fire. They reacted fast, he thought. Maybe this wouldn’t be easy…

His Mom was busy moving around in front of him, blocking the screen. He leaned to the side to avoid her.

“Lets try to move the covers out of the way, ’cause you can make such a mess, honey, and I don’t want to get this dirty again” she said, pulling back the bed sheets around him. He casually threw an arm out, helping, barely.

Cool air rushed around his legs and groin. It felt pleasant on his dick. His Mom was folding sheets, glancing idly at the screen while folding his covers, and thinking out loud.

“About this issue that your penis is so… over-productive, sweetheart-” She set the covers down on his bed, watching him play. “-I think it’s swelling now. I mean we’re really going to have to do something about this, it’s becoming a real problem.”

He threw a grenade off the roof he was standing on, and jumped back to reposition.

“You said last week, ‘It’s not a problem…'” he muttered “‘It’s a-‘”

“-a blessing, that’s right, honey. Mommy’s sorry” she leaned down to kiss his cheek.

“One sec, Mom. Let me just…”

The grenade exploded with a bang, and his Mother jumped slightly. He launched himself off the roof with a leap and buried three bullets into one of the targets. The gas was all around them now. Switched to his pistol. Headshot on the last guy.

“What was that?” his mother said in surprise.

“Primary objective complete. Good work out there” the announcer boomed, and ‘Warzone Victory’ flashed on the screen.

“I won” he said flatly, dropping the controller, and leaning back against the wall.

“You did?!” Her voice was excited, with a happy lilt. She looked at the screen. There was a long list of names and a helicopter circling overhead.

“Yeah, 150 odd players, got a couple of great kills too.”

“You beat 150 people? Aw, darlin’, well done!” She ruffled his hair. Luke liked it when Mother’s southern accent came out, and grinned at her reaction.

“Now” she said as an introduction. She pressed down her nightshirt with both hands to flatten out the creases. She sat on her ankles, and faced him lying on the bed.

“I know you like a little eye-candy to get excited” she continued. Luke nodded. She tilted her head to the side, and rubbed the nightshirt around her breasts. “Can you see enough of Mommy’s boobs?” she questioned, gently. “‘Cause we need to hurry honey, we’ve got to be quick, OK?”

She glanced down at her own cleavage, judging it for a second.

“More?” offered Luke. “I mean, if you’re OK with i-“

“Yes, no, it’s OK, honey.” She flashed a smile. Quickly, tokat escort bayan she unbuttoned the top of her nightshirt, and her full breasts fell forwards into the air. “Don’t be nervous.”

He grinned. Her breasts looked fantastic. Large and with a little natural droop, they looked slightly oversized for her chest. He didn’t notice that her bright pink nipples were half-hard with arousal.

“Oh-kay” she said quietly, moving her nightshirt around to fit comfortably around her exposed breasts. “You tell me how you like it, alright sweetheart? ‘Cause the more you like it, the faster we’ll be OK?”

“Sure” he said, now openly jacking his dick before his mother.

She was massaging one of her breasts with her right hand, the other hand folded in her lap. He watched her fingers press down on her skin, gently making a little dip on the surface of her breast. He was breathing deeply.

“Should I take my whole shirt off?” she asked, watching him rub his cock. No response. She tried something else, slower this time. “Do you want me to masturbate you with my hand, or do you want to do it?”

His brain was overwhelmed: he was still drowsy and now overly horny. He just kept rubbing his cock faster and faster. She reached down to tweak a nipple, and jolt of energy shot through her. ‘Mhmm, this feels good’ she thought. Glancing down at her breasts, she checked her watch. ‘Oh, I’m going to be really late’ she thought. ‘Screw it. This is more important than being on time.’

“Honey!” she said, to catch his attention. “Do you need Mommy to masturbate you?”

“Uhhh…” he said, his voice uneven and confused.

“I know how much you love Mommy’s hands, honey.”

“I do, yeah…” he drifted off, his eyes laser-focused on his Mother’s breasts. They looked so lush and full. ‘I wonder if she would let me suck them’ Luke thought.

There was a lull in the conversation as Luke kept jerking, his cock growing steadily slicker and his strokes wilder. Tracey lifted her butt off her tired ankles, and sat side-on to him, twisting her chest to give him the best view of her breasts. She played idly with either one, massaging at first, then lifting and jiggling. She smiled whenever he groaned, which was often.

“…y’know… you have such a big cock, honey, I don’t know where you get it from…” she said casually, staring at his penis. Luke moaned loudly, his breath ragged.

“Does it ever get painful, when it’s like-” she gestured “-that?”

“Yeah” he said bluntly.

“Oh!” she said, surprised and a little concerned. “Does Dr. Harmon know?”

“She said to tell you if it get bad. And I guess to get release as soon as possible.”

“Right, yes.” she said. Dr. Harmon was such a kind and patient woman, Tracey thought. She had been an amazing help through all the issues that her son had faced. Tracey especially appreciated that the doctor had encouraged her to take a firm, hands-on role with her son’s medical needs.

“Let’s make sure you get a good release, OK then sweetie?” She said, as encouragingly as she could.

Luke nodded.

“Lay down and Mommy will masturbate you, OK? I have to make sure you get a good clean release, like Dr. Harmon said.” His Mom pulled her hair behind her shoulders. A few damp strands stuck to her skin. Luke leaned back on the bed, his cock sticking up in the air.

As his Mom stood up, Luke heard footsteps on the stairs. He kept jerking. A hand knocked loudly on the door. “Luke, you in there? You were supposed to be at college twenty minutes ago.” The knocking continued. “LUKE!” The voice got louder.

Tracey sighed, and stood up in a huff. “Really- We’ll be out in a minute, Roy!”

“Tracey, you as well- You were supposed to leave already! Why do I have to tell everyone what to do in this house? What are you both doing in there anyway?”

Mother and son paused.

“… It’s, uh, a-” Tracey stuttered.

“It’s a private medical thing, Dad!” Luke called out. “Mom is helping me. Like, go away. Please!”

He could hear his Dad fuming outside the door. “What a bunch of shit”, his father said, quieter, as if they couldn’t hear him.

His mother had a furious look in her eyes. She pulled her breasts back in her shirt and covered herself with her towel to hide her cleavage. The knocking at the door got louder. She crossed the room, and started shouting the moment she opened the door. “Would you leave him alone-“

Her voice cut off as the door slammed shut. He could hear raised voices and shouting. He tuned it out, and rolled over to face the television again. Looking around, he found the controller, and started navigating through game menus. They were yelling even more often than usual, he thought, and had stopped trying to hide it. He still had a couple of operators to unlock though, maybe he should do that next…

The door opened and closed again. Luke tensed, hoping it wasn’t his father. He looked over, and saw his Mother standing there, with only a little of the fury escort tokat left in her expression. She watched her son from the door.

“I’m so sorry about that honey. Mom’s here to help you now, OK? Are you ready?” Her tone was warm and apologetic.

“Did he-“

“He’s gone to work, honey” she cut in. “And your sisters are out too. So we won’t be bothered anymore, alright?”

He dropped the controller next to his bed. Dramatic orchestral music kept playing from the speakers. Luke didn’t turn it down. He swung his feet over the edge of the bed, and catching his Mother’s look, tried a smile.

“Aww!” his Mother beamed. “Now just sit back, and let Mommy…” her voice sunk lower as she knelt down, dropping the towel from her body. She settled in front of his groin and gripped his cock, working her hand up and down the shaft.

After the first few strokes, she looked up at his face. “Aw, look at you” she said warmly. She glanced down, and realized her breasts were covered again. She pulled down her nightshirt to reveal them. His eyes widened.

She grinned at his surprised and pleased reaction. His sweetness was just one of the many things she loved about him.

“Mom, your tits are incredible.” He said quietly.

“Oh honey” she paused, trying to sound delicate, “Mommy calls them breasts, or… boobs I suppose, but you can call them what-“

“Breasts. Yeah. That’s what I meant.”

She redoubled her smile as she made eye contact with him. ‘Poor thing’ she thought ‘He looks embarrassed. If only *he* hadn’t interrupted us.’

The strokes she was making became longer and firmer. She swapped hands and really began to work his cock. In response, a gentle river of pre-cum seeped onto her hand. “Oh!” she said in polite surprise. “Let’s take care of that, shall we?”

She turned around to search his desk. She opened a fresh pack of tissues and tried to wipe her hands clean of his semen. She went to throw the tissue in the trash, and saw it was already full of wadded tissue. As she leaned closer, she was struck by the strong smell of dried cum. She gently placed her tissue on the top. As she faced away from him, Luke stared at his Mother’s ass, trying to make out the shape of it, beneath her panties.

As she turned, she caught him staring. Tracey was aware of the time, but she knew he loved her body, and couldn’t resist giving him a little treat. She tried her most encouraging voice.

“You want me to lift this up Luke? Would you like to see Mom’s butt while she masturbates you?”

He nodded eagerly, “Yeah, that’d be awesome!”

She grinned, ‘He looks so happy!’ she thought ‘He’s such a darlin’. There’s the pleasure *I* get out this, but making him feel good is such a rush too.’

“It’s no trouble sweetheart. That’s why Mommy’s here, to get rid of that pressure, and make you feel good inside.”

Her voice had developed a ragged, aroused tone in the past few minutes. As she ran a hand over her nightshirt, she paused on her pussy to rub it, and gasped out loud at the burst of pleasure that rippled through her. She rubbed harder, breathing deeply. A wave of arousal grew inside of her.

After a few moments, Tracey slipped off her clothing, showing off her ass and a pair of revealing pale blue panties. She turned, showing her rear toward her son, trying to gauge his reaction.

Luke had grabbed hold of his cock and was masturbating furiously in the direction of her peach-shaped ass cheeks. He couldn’t decide whether her breasts or her ass looked better. He pushed the decision off for another time.

“Oh, look at you…” she said gently, looking into his eyes. His shined with a deep look of love and lust.

She got down on the floor. “Let me take over” she said, and wrapped her fingers around his cock. She began rubbing it rapidly, trying to match his previous pace. “Does that feel good?” she asked, nodding at him.

“Yeah – uhhh – so good Mom, k-keep doing that” he said, his breathless voice cracking at the end. She beamed at him.

The two of them were nearly face to face, his mother slightly lower as she lay with her knees on the carpet. Her nightwear had fallen beneath her ass, and her breasts moved freely, shaking a little as she pumped his cock.

“Do you like Mommy’s hand, baby?” she tried her best sultry voice, but it was breathless as she pumped her arm up and down. She felt a little uncomfortable saying these words to him. This kind of talk didn’t come naturally, and she struggled to come up with something ‘hot’ without embarrassing herself. “I’m here to help, OK, sweetheart?” she decided, warmly.

Luke lay back in a blitzed out haze, and groaned slowly. His mother plowed on.

“Now when you cum honey-” She paused to flex her hand. “-I want it all out, OK honey? Don’t hold back, right? A big release, that’s what Dr. Harmon said.”

He grunted a quick “yes” as his hips moved forwards. She could tell he was close. It was her job to drive him over the edge.

“Just concentrate-” she paused to breathe and adjust her hand, then resumed stroking “-concentrate on Mommy’s boobs.”

Luke wasn’t sure he’d ever felt this good in his life. The sensation of his Mother’s hand on his cock was fast, hot, and intense. Blood pumped through his body, and his Mother’s hand was slick with pre-cum.

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