I was beginning to get over stimulated, and my hips were bucking, my dick rubbing against her as I sucked greedily at her tit. Mom pushed me down onto...my back and leaned over me, moving her leg away from my erection and her pussy away from my hand. “Shh…,” she murmured as she allowed me to calm down a bit. My lips never left her breast, but I stopped sucking, panting in my aroused state. When my breathing returned to normal, I began feeding again. As I filled on her milk, my mind entered that. ..my hips rose of their own and settled back on the sheet..again, as if I was fucking the charged air around me. I wanted to grab myself and stroke to orgasm; but for some reason I didn't...or couldn't. I just lay there aching for release and could do nothing about it. I tried to open my eyes; but they remained closed I moaned aloud to the room..I needed release. Then I felt it...something near or on the bed...but I heard nothing. The sheet covering my body was slowly being removed, by who or. Her red hair was kept in an messy braid, “decorated” with leaves and other things one might find from a day in the overgrowth that was the surrounding countryside. Her slightly pointed ears, befitting a half elf like herself, had a set of piercings and jewelry, a dove in the right and a bluejay in the left.Before the bump she was blessed with a perfectly hourglass figure, now she had perhaps the most satisfyingly round ass and grip-able set of hips in the realm. And as one might imagine, her. When he first took the job, the company had her ride along for a week to see what he’d be doing. She learned a lot about navigating, truck stops, and a hot personal technology of the day – Citizens Band (CB) radio. Anybody could go to Radio Shack or other fine store, or even the shops at the truck stops, and easily get in touch via unlicensed radio waves.With a range of five to twenty-five miles depending on terrain and antenna, the biggest users were truckers and commuters. They could keep in.