She pumped up anddown, twisting at his tender balls. She made soft sounds, hissing and cooing and sobbing. Her ass swayed as the exquisite heat grew b...tween her legs. Her bunched panties felt as if they were sliding into her cunt, her clit aching against the seam of her jeans. ' "Oh, yes!" she whisped. "Yes, yes!" Johnny didn't know what his mother meant, nor did he care. He was twistinghis hips about, lifting his ass, fucking into his mother's fist, up and down, ready to. You can't even control your voice anymore, the vulgar words of bliss dripping from your hungry lips. Another hot load of come escaped from you into the darkness, cleaned up by the companions at your groin. But there's no time to revel in the aftershocks of orgasm, as something else enters the room. It's mere presence radiates lust and rage, and you feel the dip between your legs, of something hovering just above your abused and tender tip. A voice seems to whisper in your ear as your rushed. Her vehicle is a camper van that she uses as a brothel. I did not see anyone in the other car so I figured the owner of the other car is her client and they were fucking in her camper van. Barb started giving me a blow job in my car. We then moved to the back seat where we tried to fuck but my car is so small it was not easy. As we were trying we heard the door to the camper van open and someone got out. Barb got worried but I told her to just keep sucking my cock. The prostitute, she calls. I had to work late so I didn't get home until about 10:00 or so. Walking into the living room I just sat down on the couch, turning on the television I discovered that the cable was out, due to some malfunction with the cable company. “Son of a bitch,” I said. So I decided to take a shower, I needed one anyway, stripping of my clothes I got under the hot water. Of course as I was in here I couldn't help but put my fingers in between my pussy lips and rub one out. It's not like I had a guy to do.