My son started to moan. Fortunately, my husband had turned up the volume on the radio to a song he loved, and didn’t hear the moan. His cock was nic... and lubed from my juices. I slid up his chest slightly until the head of his cock was at the entrance. I slid back down, and pushed the head of my son’s cock into my pussy. It was like a hot knife going through butter. We both moaned. This time my husband heard. “Not too much longer guys. About 10 minutes to the rest area”, he stated. When my son. ” “Dekho rajjjja meri choot to tere lund ki diwanee ho gayee, aur jor se aur jor se aaaaeeeeeeeee mere rajjjjjjja. Mai gayeeeeeeeeeee reeee,” kahate hue meri Vimal ne mujhko kas kar apni bahon me jakad liya aur unki choot ne jwalamukhi ka lava chor diya. Ab tak mera bhi lund pani chorne wala tha aur mai bola, “mai bhi ayaaaaaa meri jaaaaan,” aur meaine bhi apna lund ka pani chod diya aur mai hafte hue unki chunchee par sir rakh kar kas ke chipk kar let gaya. Yeh meri pahali chudai thi. Isiliye. I pressed down harder bouncing on his cock trying to take a little more in with each stroke but i couldn’t, it just didn’t fit. His morning kept growing louder and stronger. It was almost to the point where it was hurting him not having his massive member berried deep inside my stretched pussy. I knew i had to do something, he needed it so bad but he was so big. With no other option i raised myself up to where just the very ever end of his tip was inside me. I paused taking a few deep. Hitching up my skirt i slowly started to stroke my swollen clit all the time knowing what Ben was doing in the shower. As i worked 2 fingers inside my wet pussy I could feel my juices running across the palm of my hand. I bit my lip and closed my eyes and right then i didnt care who was watching me. The vibrations of the car engine were making the feeling more intense. I started to pump my fingers inside my pulsating pussy harder and faster. Just as i was about to cum the traffic started.