God, I wanted to suck those big tits… I groaned as she began bouncing on my cock, the sounds of our bodies colliding covered by the radio and the loud sounds of gravel underneath the car. Sex I looked up to make sure she didn’t know I was watching… Her back stiffened, just as Dad asked, “You two okay back there?”
“Just trying to get comfortable,” I answered. Then that brief tranquility was broken when Dad hit the mother of all potholes. “You okay?” Mom asked. I would flinch my cock, every minute or so, directly on her ass. “No,” Kristen responded quickly. “It’s okay,” I soothed. I felt her wetness touch my mushroom top. I wished I could see her naked body as she rode me. She un-wedged herself from me and the boxes, and I scooted over. She answered, “I’m okay.”
A vague answer, but by not making a big deal about my hands on her legs, nor my cock flinching underneath her, nor moving my hands away or lifting her body to one side or another, I was confident my plan was working. After about 45 minutes, she turned her head and spoke, “This is very uncomfortable, can I try sitting on your lap?”
“Sure”, I responded.
