And, it was incredible because she was very, very good at sucking cock. Mom was able to take my cock all the way into her mouth. Now, I'm not hung lik... a horse, but there haven't been that many women over the years that could bury their nose in my pubes. Mom could. She cupped my balls, caressing them as her mouth slid up and down my cock. Her other hand was around clutching my ass to direct my hip movement. Her mouth was hot and wet on my dick. Her tits pressed against my thighs. I could feel. "I'm glad you came too-pun intended!" she gave my side a playful poke, "and you've been great for me, and receptive to my ideas...but remember, this is only day two-we have a long way to go...and I wonder..." she trailed off. "Mmm hmmm, I know it's early, but I am tempted to eat you instead of the food I'm so eager for the next round!" I pinched her bum; she squealed "What have you got in that beautifully devious mind of yours?" "Your stamina seems pretty high-I lost count of how many times. He guided her back after the fourth mile, less than an hour, but she seemed to be flagging. She'd been taken twice, after all. But she insisted they lift a little after they got back. He did mostly leg lifts, but she worked on her upper body. "Gotta keep the old boobs firm, babe."He made steaks and a salad for dinner, with an hour before the waking. They talked idly, but both felt the attraction between them. It was shared addiction, mutual admiration, sexual lust, and the relaxation stemming. Dad and I went back to the garage dressed in our Sunday-go-to_meeting clothes. As we were standing there waiting for the grease job to finish, the powered grease gun popped off the grease nipple and waved around in the air ... spewing grease in many directions ... one of which was onto Dad’s suit! We spent another day in the motel while the local dry cleaners tried to get rid of the grease stain - didn’t work and Mum eventually threw out the suit.Back on the road again and Sis and I had kinda.