Holding his cock as deep in your throat as he can until your start to gag, tears making your mascara run down your cheeks.Knowing that you must look a...mess, kneeling in just your panties, mascara running and a thick cock buried in your throat. Thinking to yourself what a dirty slut you really are, deepthroating the cock of a guy you barely know...yet loving every second. Between your legs, you feel a familiar warmth, you've imagined this so many times and now it's finally happening. Your thighs. He was a handsome enough guy, and pretty likeable. I shouldn't have been surprised that he seemed like a good guy. I mean, Mom had been pretty picky about her dates. We chatted a bit while mom finished breakfast and gathered her things. He asked me questions about me and seemed genuinely interested in my answers. Mom was ready pretty quickly. I was surprised at how relaxed she seemed, though maybe she was feeling the same peace I was.Anyway, Brian took Mom's big bag as she kissed me chastely on. After that she turned round and we got into a 69 position, with her sucking and wanking my cock as I continued to lap away at her twat. I nibbled at her clit, making her groan and squirm with pleasure. I was to cum again, and told her so, but she said I should try not to, squeezing my cock until I was in control again. When she saw I wasn’t about to cum, she moved down, straddling my cock, she lowered herself on to me until she was fully impaled on my throbbing meat. Then she started to ride. There wasn’t a lot of traffic on I-90 here, but it was all traveling fast, 70 MPH or better, and I didn’t want to play matador to some farmer’s broken down pick-up truck. As I pulled in Helen looked over at me desperately. Her husband was almost apoplectic. The man was ranting at her, shouting over the noise of the traffic streaking by on our left. HE had wanted to take the Cadillac, not that antique thing SHE drove. IF he HAD his cell phone they would already have help on the way. Then he.