His hair was receding but he wore it long in back, braided into a dirty looking pony tail. He was maybe 50 years old and looked mean as dirt."I was on...y trying to relieve myself," I said. "Yea, son, I know what kind of relief you was looking for," he replied. "It can get pretty lonely out here on the open road, I understand the need for relief." He reached down and gave his crotch a squeeze, repositioning what looked like a baseball bat running down the inside of his thigh, clearly outlined. I am bent over and my new big tits are swaying back and forth. A very different feeling, but one I like. He fucks me for about 5 minutes like this and I know the script calls for a change of positions so I say “Cut”. With him still in me I turn my head and say, “OK let’s get ready for the position change. Steve how are you doing?” He says, “Great, you pussy feels really good. Nice and tight.” I smile and say, “I like your big cock too. Now you have to tell me when you are going to cum, OK?” He. Oh, you’re back inside me. I love it. I love you. Mommy loves her big, strong stud.”He kissed me hard, slamming his cock over and over into my pussy. The pleasure kept rippling through me. It kept washing through my body. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back into my head. This was amazing. I trembled against him, my nipples throbbing on his chest as I clung to him. He was such a great son.Such an amazing lover.And he hadn’t cum yet. He had so much more stamina than Pete ever had. I don’t know how. I don’t know if she realized how much of a show she was putting on for us sons. Those pants clung to her buns, molding themselves to her ass. It was a somewhat flat ass, strong looking, and taut. Definitely a runner’s ass.Even though those tits were so close to me, I fought the impulse to be so predictable and focused on the kisses we were exchanging and this beautiful mother’s ass. My hands were glued to it. Squeezing them, caressing them, pulling them apart and releasing her cheeks to spring.