“Did you really go parking a lot when you were dating?”“You bet. I had a nice Olds Cutlass, with a great, big back seat. Now, I’d tell the guy... I drove that car ‘cause it had a 350 4-barrel engine and pro suspension, but it was really because of the back seat.” He looked back at her through the mirror. “Velour, too.”“Did you go parking with Mom in that car?”Bill sighed. “Yes, I did. Many times, in fact.”“How long were you dating before you got her into your big back seat?”“Well, technically,. ‘Cum on these honey .. please.’ I step forward and your hands wrap around my cock. The surface is slick with your juices and your hands move rapidly up and down my shaft. As you reach the head you squeeze quickly before sliding back down. I move my hips in time with your fingers. You can feel the throbbing and know it is time. ‘O gawd,’ is all I can manage as you feel my cock pulse in your hand. The first pulse is followed by a rope of cum that lands at the top of your breasts and in your. Her stop. With a DING the middle doors opened.She carefully made her way down the center aisle, maintaining her balance through sheer will.Twin rivulets leaked down her leg, the shared results of the hard fucking mingling and mixing slickly between her thighs as she walked.She passed by the older man as he quickly moved his newspaper to cover the growing wet spot on his trousers. She smiled and stood up a little straighter, suddenly empowered by her sheer force of her sexuality. She didn’t. Now her baby girl had moved out and was living with a futureless bum in a trailer. She could have so much more, Gwen thought. Her son was in his second year of college. He had a football scholiship to an out of state school. It had been over a month since she had heard from either of them and that was when they were asking for some money. "Girl you have to get over this," she said to herself. Her voiced filling the empty house only compounded her lonelyness.Gwen rub the form soap onto her legs.