Baxter Family Roadtrip

Chapter 1: The Warzone

Author’s Note

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

“Good copy, strike inbound”

The sounds of high-caliber gunfire and battle chatter crackled as Luke Baxter, 23, grabbed another couple of kills playing Warzone. He had the volume up high, because the TV speakers weren’t great. He didn’t have the money for a new one – he didn’t have a job, instead spending his free time from college playing video games, usually shooters, Warzone being his favorite.

He watched the screen as his airstrike landed perfectly, exploding into an enemy team, and rushed over to pick up their gear. He’d just woken up, and it was humid in the room, 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 today? But after a few moments he realized he wasn’t even sure what 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 up ahead, he ignored his half-erection, and tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes.

He pulled the trigger and downed one. The other slipped behind a concrete wall. Pulled the trigger again. What was that noise? The speakers blared again. He rounded the wall. Headshot.

Someone was loudly knocking on the door.

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

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

“Honey – wow it’s hot in here – honey! 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 a sniper shot, and ducked beside a military jeep. “I’m ready. Few minutes.”

Silence.

Vaguely aware something was wrong, he looked over to see his mother with a questioning look on her face. She had an eyebrow arched. She wasn’t dressed, just in dark shiny nightshirt, silk maybe, and had a towel in one hand. Her blonde hair was still wet from a shower. Luke eyed the low cut robe, the tops of her breasts clearly protruding, and fixed his eyes on them, forgetting the videogame for second.

“Honey! Hello? You’re still in bed!” Her voice didn’t seem mad, he noted, just anxious. She had a flushed look on her face from the shower. “Look at you!”

He waved a hand, and having got a good look at her breasts, 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 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 dismissive noise. “Baby” she said, her voice warm and kind, “I’ve let you have so many days off now…”

“Yeah” he said, his voice suddenly changing, dropping low and sensual. “I seem to remember a week ago when we were having fun together-”

“Uh-uh! You promised you weren’t going to bring that up!” His mother’s voice lilted up, and she took a step forward.

“-and I was licking a certain something-”

“St-op!” His mother cried out, stretching the word into two syllables. She had a mix of embarrassment and giggling 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* want me home for that” he finished, a large smile across his lips.

“…yeah, I did like that” she said, sharing in his smile. Then her face changed. “But sweetheart, Mommy is really late for work today, OK? You need to get to college, and 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… Who’s in charge here, again?”

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

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

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 Warzone 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 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 Warzone character again. Only one enemy team left. He had a good shot at winning this.

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

“It’s… engorged. Gosh, 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. This was his voice when he wanted to remind her who was the Alpha. “Like I said, I can’t go to college, I’ve gotta gotta stay here and, uh, study.”

“Study?”

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

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

He grinned. 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 Mommy touches you.”

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

For her part, Tracey could see the pleasure break across her son’s face. And while she was worried about her bosses reaction if she was late again, she couldn’t help but give into this little bit of pleasure. The mutual enjoyment they received way more than made up for any trouble she got into thanks their relationship. And that young, hard body of his… she begin to get excited at the thought of what they could get up to – so long as she got to work on time. Mostly on time, anyway.

“Take your underwear off, let me see what I’m working with here.”

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

“Gosh” she said, bending down briefly to examine it. Luke grunted and fired at enemy team, quickly downed one. The other two span around and opened fire. They reacted fast, he thought. Maybe this won’t be easy…

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

“Try to move the covers out of the way, ’cause you have such big loads, honey, I don’t want to get it 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.

She chattered on. “You have that problem that your cock is so over-productive, baby, it’s got so much cum in it.”

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

“You said, ‘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 loud bang, and his Mother jumped slightly. He launched himself off the roof with an athletic 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 muttered, setting down the covers next to his bed.

“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 pleasant 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, honey, well done!” she ruffled his hair. “My champion. Now, want to claim your prize?” her voice dropped low and sensual.

“Yeah!” he said, grabbing his cock and jerking it with one hand.

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

“I know you like a little eye-candy to get excited” she continued in her ‘Mom voice’. Luke nodded vigorously. She tilted her head to the side, and rubbed her nightshirt around her breasts. “Can you see enough of Mommy’s boobies?” her voice tilted upwards as she asked the question.

“‘Cause we need to hurry honey, so we’ve got to 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, she pulled at the top of her nightshirt, and her fat breasts fell forwards into the air. “Don’t be nervous. Remember, you’re the Alpha here.”

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 already hard with arousal.

“Oh-kay” she said quietly, moving her nightshirt around to fit comfortably. “You tell me how you like it, okay, honey? ’cause the more you like it, the faster we’ll be OK?”

“Yeah” he said, now openly jacking his dick before his mother. “Faster” he muttered.

She was massaging one of her breasts with one hand, the other was neatly folded in her lap. He watched her fingers press down on her skin, gently making a little dip on the surface of her breast. “Should I take my whole shirt off?” she asked, watching him rub his cock. Then, slower, “do you want me to do it with my hand, or do you want to do it?”

His brain was overwhelmed: it was early and he was 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 noticed the watch on her hand, and flicked it round. ‘Oh, I’m going to be really late’ she thought. ‘Screw it’ she thought. ‘This is for my son and I, it’s more important.’

“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…” he drifted off, his eyes laser-focused on his Mother’s breasts. They looked so lush and full. ‘What I wouldn’t give to suck on those nipples’ Luke thought.

There was a lull 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 idly, staring at his cock. Luke moaned loudly, his breath ragged.

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

“Yeah” he said.

“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 really knew what she was talking about. “Let’s make sure you make your cummies then, and get a good release, OK sweetie?”

He rolled his eyes at the word ‘cummies’. His Mom could be so embarrassing. He was twenty three and an Alpha, and his Mom used words like ‘cummies’.

“Honey, lay down and Mommy will masturbate you, OK? I have to make sure you get your release, like Dr Harmon said.” His Mom flicked her hair behind her, and Luke leaned back on the bed, his cock sticking up in the air.

Luke heard footsteps on the stairs, and then a loud knocking on the door. “Luke, you in there? You were supposed to be at college twenty minutes ago.” The knocking continued. “Dammit, open the door!”

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

“Tracey, you as well- Goddammit, again with this crap?”

“It’s not crap, Roy, he’s your son, and he needs his Mother’s help! He’s an Alpha!”

“What a bunch of shit!”

His mother had a furious look in her eyes. She dressed, putting her breasts back in her shirt and covering herself with the 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, a little smile on her face as she watched her son from the door.

“I’m so sorry about that honey. Mommy’s here to help you now, OK? Are you ready for me?” her tone was apologetic but upbeat. The anger had seeped away he noticed, and she was looking much happier.

“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, but 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.

“Yo, Mom, could you…” he gestured at her top. “Like, could I see your tits, if it’s, like, OK?”

She grinned. He may have been her Alpha for months, but he hadn’t quite mastered the forceful nature yet. Not that she minded – his sweetness was just one of the many things she loved about him. “Of course, honey. I mean-” she paused, trying to sound delicate, “Mommy calls them breasts, or… boobies, but you can call them-”

“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 that ignorant asshole 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 cried in polite surprise. “Let’s take care of that shall we?”

She turned around to fish around at his desk. She opened a fresh pack of tissues and began wiping her hands clean. She went to throw it 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 semen. 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 nightdress and panties.

As she turned, she caught him staring. She tried her most encouraging voice.

“You want me to lift this up? You want to see Mommy’s butt while she masturbates you?”

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

She grinned, ‘He looks so happy!’ she thought ‘Gosh it’s crazy that beyond the ridiculous pleasure *I* get out this, making him feels good is such a rush too.’

“That’s no trouble sweetheart. That’s why Mommy is here, OK? To make you feel all good inside.”

Her voice had developed a slight raggedness in the past few minutes. As she ran a hand over her nightshirt, she paused on her pussy for a second to rub it, and gasped out loud at the sudden burst of intense pleasure that rippled through her. She grinned and made small “ahh” moans of pleasure that indicated she was seriously aroused.

It took her a half-second to get her bearings, and then she slipped her clothing up, showing off her ass and the thong. She presented this toward her son, leaning left and right to show off the shape of her rear.

Luke had grabbed hold of his cock and was masturbating furiously at the peach-shaped twin ass cheeks. He couldn’t decide whether her boobs or her ass looked better. He pushed that debate off for another time.

“I’ll do anything for you sweetie, you know that?” She turned and gazed into his eyes. They shined with a deep look of love and lust. He nodded.

She got down on the floor and grabbed his cock away from him, without a word. She began rubbing it rapidly, matching his pace. “Does that feel good?” she asked, nodding at him.

“Yeah – uhhh – it feels so good Mom, please keep doing that” he said, his breathless voice cracking at the end.

She beamed at him. “That’s it! That’s right sweetie, enjoy Mommy’s hand on your cock. You *love* Mommy’s touch, don’t you Luke?”

The two of them were basically face to face, his mother only slightly lower as she lay with her knees on the sticky carpet. Her nightdress was hiked around her ass, and breasts were swinging freely, shaking left and right as she pumped his cock relentlessly.

“Now when you cum honey-” Luke let out a small squeak “-when you cum you explode all over Mommy, OK honey? Mommy wants to see you let it all out, you can’t hold back, right?”

He grunted a quick “yes” as his hips began shunting back and forth. She could tell he was close. It was her job to drive him over the edge.

“You’re going to have a big load for Mommy, aren’t you? I can’t wait for it – all over Mommies big boobies, come on!” she tried her best sultry voice, but it was ragged, as she pumped her arm up and down. “I can see a bit of your cummies already, that’s good honey, Mommy will get it all out.”

“This is what Mommies are for, right?” her voice bounced up higher. “You know I’ve had to leave *work* before because of you. I’d do anything for you – no one’s going to masturbate my son like Mommy will, right? Nobody, honey.”

Luke lay back in a blitzed out haze, moaning loudly. His mother plowed on.

“Just concentrate-” she paused to breathe and adjust her hand, then resumed stroking “-concentrate on Mommy’s boobies, OK? And on Mommy’s hand, right?”

Tracey was staring at her son’s penis now, saying anything that came to mind.

“Mommies big boobies are waiting for that load, honey. I know you like Mommy’s boobies, don’t you? A nice big load for Mommy, does that sound good?”

He let out a loud, languid moan. Luke wasn’t sure he’d felt this good in his life. The sensation of his Mother’s hand on his cock was indescribably intense. Warmth radiated through his body.