I pinched them gently between thumb and forefinger and she squealed, squeezing my dick tightly. Sex Hell yeah! “The flea market!”
On the second Saturday of every month, there was this huuuge flea-and-farmer’s-market thing way outside of town. Her hand knew exactly where to go, finding my cock instantly, and it found it hard already. Well, whether she did or not, I was soon between her legs, inches from her pussy. Clearly, there was only one real course of action – I had to talk to Jen. “Yeah, Mom, I’m up.”
The door opened and she poked her head in. They met the waistband of my boxer shorts, the only thing I normally slept in. Something. “So that was a thing that happened.”
“Yeah.”
“So… You sure know what you’re doing, I’ll say that.”
“Well, I can say the same for you.”
“Oh, that’s right, you haven’t come yet, have you? “Oh.”
“I thought you were mad at me!”
“What? I lost all track of time, so I have no idea how long I was actually eating her out. Shut up. Took over an hour on the highway just to get there. Mom and Jen just rolled their eyes at each other. Jen got a sweater or something and Dad was argued down to a socket wrench (he’s a bit of a tool nut). “That was amazing.” I just laughed.
