She writhed and gasped and arched her back as far too many signals were being sent to her brain now. "Ohhh Joonnn!!" she moaned, long and low. I coul... tell by her tone and the way she was grinding on the machine and my hand that she was trying to cum. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! I slapped her clit with four quick slaps, not hard but in the state she was in they were enough to send her spinning out of control. "Cum for me slut! Cum for me NOW!" I barked at her as I smacked her soaked, throbbing. Maybe I can borrow something from my cousin Becky.” “You'd be better off wearing your uniform”, Eva paused for a moment, pondering a wholly inaccurate fantasy of Claire in a Catholic school uniform. “Becky dresses like it's 1994. I've seen less denim on K-Mart couches. Trust me, you do not want to borrow anything from her.” “Well, what do you suggest, Mrs. fashion guru?” Claire replied sarcastically. A wide smile appeared on Eva's face as she stood up and walked to her closet. “Step into my. We’ll continue this later.”“Mom, mom, you can’t mean that, I was so close, so close.”“Now, baby you feel what I felt on those mornings when you pushed your hard-on against me then left me all hot and bothered. But there is one difference, I will take care of you later tonight. In the meantime, you can dream about how you had your cock between your mother’s legs. And I don’t want you masturbating today. Understand?”“Tim was shaking from the tension. “I understand. But how am I going to walk to. It strained against the slacks I wore and begged for freedom. I was afraid it would be too much of a distraction as I drove. So, at 70 miles per hour, I just moved my hard on to a more comfortable position as I glanced back at Becky.Her fingers were now moving apart, opening her pussy, splitting her lips. I could smell her lust now, filling the car, I watched as she let her own fingers do what I wanted to. S[reading her fingers and pulling back over her swollen mound, exposing her wet, hard.