I stopped at a gas station, handed her a few bucks in change and told her to go buy what we needed.She returned with only a single lubricated condom. ...Guess we will have to make this work. You have a place to go?" She said. "Nope, I want to bend you over my hood and fuck you." I blurted out. She seemed game and we took off looking for a good spot.After driving for a few minutes we find a apartment complex that seemed to fit the bill. I pull to the back where there is not much going on, but. I don't think I can do it alone." I don't think I can. I shouldn't." Please."I went to her and grabbed her arm. Backing up, I tugged Mom's half-sister back to the couch and sat down, pulling her with me. I put the bag on the floor and shifted closer to her, found the remote, and turned the TV on. Mom was looking up at the camera. She stepped back, smiling. She looked lovely in one of her best June Cleaver outfits. She turned her back to the camera, which must have been mounted in the corner. But couldnt even do that, One hand pressing the sofa cushion and the other over his hair. Matching his rhythm of sucking my tits, I began playing with his hair. Pulling it and aligning his head to my want. Directing his fingers to the place I needed to feel that tender touch. The contrast of hard sucking on one tit and kind of romantic overhaul on the other made it more intense than expected. As I continued my motion of fingers on his hair, the outer sounds seemed to go into void, with the. ”There it was, every father’s worst worry, my sixteen year old daughter was sexually active, it was time to take precautions. “Do you have safe sex? Does he wear condoms?”I had to strain my ears to hear the soft reply, “Sometimes.”“Sometimes? Sweetheart, you should be more careful, any boy who fucks you should wear a rubber, any time.”She looked up at me “When I don’t want him to cum in me I do it with my mouth. I can’t get pregnant when I suck it all up.”Holy fucking shit! Her confession.