It was partially a sexual feeling but it was also more, a re-awakening and a process of rediscovery. You had been silent for miles, lost in your own...thoughts. “Can I lie on your lap a bit?” We always had pillows and foam along to transform our seats into a bench on our long trips. The car was automatic, so the gear shift wasn’t a big issue. “I thought you’d never ask,” you grinned wickedly. This was one of your favourite parts of a road trip, our tradition. “I just wanna nuzzle,” I warned. She was right purty with boobies thet were gettin bigger all the time. We knowed he feeled em up too.When she cum back she was kinda sick. Ma told us we couldn’t fuck her.Ma also told us that when a man starts afuckin he needs to keep doin it or he’ll get “blue balls”. That sounded bad so we were glad when Ma told us that sh’d fuck us as much as she could when Pa wern’t around so he wouldn’t get mad again. Her pussy wern’t near as tight as Betty Jo’s but her titties were big and floppy and fun. We had a break the ice chat and I found out that although Bert was pretty fit he had put his back out a bit and needed a couple of boxes put up in the loft, easy enough plus I get to drink his scotch which by the way was beginning to knock my socks off, I knew there was a reason I stuck to beer.My glass was getting low and he picked up the bottle to fill it but I told him I had better do the boxes first or I will fall off the ladder, he poured the drink anyway saying we can drink it. My own cock was throbbing under me, and as I clenched myarse muscles, there was an incredible sensation ofpleasure from somewhere! Then I could feel Jack’s cockpulsating in me; I could feel his heart beat in thepressure of the blood that had engorged his cock. Next I could feel his hot cum squirting inside my bowels!Short powerful blasts, hitting my insides with rhythmicpulses. I reached down and started to tug away at my ownerection. As soon as I touched my throbbing cock, itexploded.