“I want to do it right here, right now.”
The pants shift as John pulls them down and instead of finding the comfortable pocket of your mom’s coat, you tumble out towards the hand break. Landing hard, you groan and crawl behind the black break, trying to avoid being seen. Huddled behind it, you peer out and see that you’re in no danger of being seen as the couple is far to preoccupied with each other to notice anything around.
“You’re such a bad girl, fucking your boyfriend in his car while your kids are at home. You’re like a naughty teenager only able to think about screwing,” John tells your mother in a husky voice as she straddles his waist, the coat removed and her naked body pressed into his reclined body.
“Yes! I’m so bad! I need to be punished,” your mom loudly moans, rubbing herself into John’s lap. If you had been there you would have been crushed between your mom’s thighs and Jon’s cock, not a good position to be in, especially if your trying to go unnoticed.
“You’re such a slut, Jenny. Just the way I like my girls,” John taunted as he lifted his finger to the nympho MILF’s mouth and had her suck on several of his thick fingers. Jenny was a rare girl, killer body and completely uninhibited except for a few small things, but John was trying to break those habits. Grabbing onto her breasts roughly, he squeezed her sizable jug and resumed teasing her. “I bet you’d love it if someone came by and saw us. A mother of three, riding a guy in his car like a whore. Would you like it if some pervert could see you?”
“Yes!” Jenny panted, moaning loudly as she reached down to stroke her boyfriend’s cock through his jeans. You can only watch and listen, your own erection throbbing. You’ve never heard your mom talk like this, hearing John insult her and call her a whore was turning her on. This was better then any porn you’d ever seen and you wanted more. Your mom was unzipping John’s fly and pulling that big member of his out. You don’t look away from it, wanting to see what your mom was going to do with it. You watch her grab it, stroking the long shaft and rubbing the tip with her thumb. She’s handled a cock before, many times from the skill she shows at manipulating it. That fact alone makes it so much hotter.
“I want you inside of me. No! I need you inside of me!” With a load, lustful moan, your mom pulls her panties off, while squirming on John’s lap. John stares at Jenny as she lifts the frilly underwear up to show him the sizable stain in the crotch. She drops them beside her, right on top of you.
“Crap,” you whisper as the tent sized panties land on you, blocking out the action but giving you another great experience. You’re bathed in your mother’s arousal, the smell burning into your nose. Your face gets drenched as your head presses into the wet spot. You’ve gone this far; you can’t turn back. Sniffing her aroma, you stuck your tongue out and taste it.
As your face burns with shame, you rub that flushed mug into the stain, your erection throbbing even more then before. You slide the cum-stained panties across your body, getting your clothes wet. This is what a woman smells like. It doesn’t matter that its your mom, only that what your immersed in came from an incredibly sexy woman. You take awhile to enjoy yourself. You reach into your pants, grabbing your manhood. You start shaking and the panties slide off you, your head pokes out of one of the leg holes and you can see again and what a sight you see.
Moaning, your mother had lifted herself up and impaled herself on John’s cock, her breasts pressing hard into his chest as he throbbed inside her. You watch her writhe their, her tits bouncing around, as she can’t control herself anymore. Looking down, you see her buttocks clenched. The big, firm cheeks sliding along John’s lap as your mom gets off on the feeling of cock inside her; that and John’s whispers in her ear.
“You’re making too much noise, people will come and see you, they’ll all know what a slut you are. They’ll hear you whimpering like a bitch in heat and it will be over, everyone will know. Tracey will lose all respect for you. Tulip will hate you. Steve, little Steve, will he want to be held in a sluts hands. How does it feel to dirty, disgusting and perverted, Jenny?”
“Great!” You’re mother screams and began riding John with all her strength. You watch her ass bouncing in his lap, the wet, slurping sound of her cunt on his rod filling the car. You continue to stroke yourself off, shame washing away in the excitement. This is amazing, beyond belief. Watching your mother act with such wanton lust, becoming no better then the porn stars you saw online, it reaches deep into your psyche and plants an obsession for your mother that would take years of therapy to fix. In one morning, your mom has mentally scared you.
With a final scream, filled with long repressed passion, your mom has her climax and goes limp against John. He doesn’t seem to like this as he tries to grab her hips and get her moving, but she bats his hands away. With a satisfied sigh and the wet, slurp of her wet sex coming off his manhood, your mom is back in her seat. She begins getting her coat on, forgetting the panties you’re wrapped in due to her post orgasm haze. Using the momentary distraction, you slid into the backseat, still clinging to the panties like a security blanket. From the back of the car you listen to the couple as passion leads to an argument.
“Aren’t you forgetting something? I haven’t gotten off yet!”
“You’re the one that forgot something, you’re not cumming inside me without a condom. I’ve told you a million times, I’m not having a fourth child.”
“Then go on fucking birth control! Its not too hard!”
“The last time I relied on birth control, I got Tulip!”
“Whatever, you’re just making excuses.”
“If that’s how you feel, take me home. I think our ‘meal’ is over.”
You huddle under the panties in the back as the car moves. It was sad to see the passion end, as you wouldn’t mind seeing a round two between the pair. John might have not gotten off, but you sure did. You pull your hand out of your pants and wiped it clean on the panties. The stain your mom left masks your cum stain perfectly. You wait in the silent car as the couple brood. When they finally reach their destination, you hear the door open and your mom leave. Panic hits you as you’re left in John’s car with your mom’s panties.
You need to get out of the car before John drives away or you’re going to be explaining to him why you hitched a ride when he arrives at his apartment. You start to race out from under the panties, but a large hand grabs you along with the underwear. Lifted up into the air, you remain totally still, praying that John doesn’t feel you trapped inside the cloth. You see the handsome man through the lacy fabric, but you can’t tell if he sees you until he speaks.
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