Personally I found it pretty exciting that she had been talking to some strange guy and telling him intimate things about herself. This was something ...hat was totally out of character for my wife. As she spoke I imagined this guy on the other end of the phone, dick in hand, with a grin on his face, happily masturbating to everything that my wife was telling him. The reason that I felt he must be masturbating was because the more details she told me about the call, the harder I got. And the. At least if we got into snow we would have four-wheel drive and very tough tires under us, so it was all good.Charlotte to Dutchess County New York was going to be bit of a long drive. After we had been on the road about four hours or so, Charger gave me the evil eye, and I pulled into a Cracker Barrel for supper and a pit stop for my buddy. The nice people at the restaurant fixed a wonderful looking supper for my boy and we sat beside the truck, out behind the restaurant while he ate and ran. It was your generic little bar where middle-class people come to drink. The booze is not overpriced, the food is cheap, and nobody cares about the ambiance. After a few drinks, I was having a really nice buzz and major need to pee.I excused myself to the bathroom, completely unaware of what was going to happen there. The bar didn’t have a bathroom in-house. It was in the back detached from the main establishment. As I went in, there were only 2 urinals and one latrine. Someone was already. She guided my cock between her huge breast. Her skin was hot. My cock wanted to erupt between her breast. I closed my eyes and started to fuck her chest. She put her mouth down, trying to catch the tip of my cock as I fucked her tits. I opened my eyes when she found it. I reached down to pull on her nipples. She moaned. Daryl was on his knees. Filming my cock between his Mothers huge breast. I felt weird for a second. Then I looked down. She was stroking my cock and bouncing my balls on her hot.