His cock was so hard I had to keep my mouth wider than normal to avoid scr****g him with my teeth, and it was making my jaw sore. My wonderful morning...yesterday was coming back to haunt me in the worst way. I pulled my face off his cock and used my hand to stroke him, relaxing my jaw and licking his tip like a Popsicle to keep him happy. After a moment’s rest I took him into my mouth again, slowly deepthroating him to heighten his sensations and get him to cum fast. He groaned loud and ran a. It is not long before we reach the first body, she checks it over, it is small child, male, obviously he couldn't take the hike and his captors killed him and moved on. Something flares in me, you should not harm the weak, it is something I know for sure, I am still looking at the body as Jora moves on, I can feel the anger swell inside me at the childs death, "do not harm a child, protect the weak from those who seek to oppress them" I hear it in my head yet I do not know how I have heard this. My cock was rock hard and throbbing but no matter how hard I subtly thrust it against my mother's pliant buttocks and even with the added stimulation of the rumbling car, I knew I wasn't going to climax.I was aching for release!A wicked smile crossed my face.I slowly eased mom up out of my lap, raising her off me while I surreptitiously undid my fly and let my aching manhood spring free. The sound of my zipper seemed to resonate through the car but I knew it was an illusion. The road noise. Finally she whispered, “Yes, I would like to see it.” He stepped up to her, unzipped and pulled it out. Her head was still down. He did not say a word, the sound of the zipper said everything. Slowly her head came up. “Oh my lord! You are huge and not even hard!” “Guess I am bigger than Max?” “Hell yes you are! I almost can’t believe it.” First she put one hand around it and felt it start to grow. Then she put her other hand on it as it continued to grow. She could not close her fingers around.