Alicia gagged, choking. A flood of spit drenched the boys cock and ran down over his balls. She held on, gagging a few more times before she relaxed h...r throat. More of Shawns prick slid in and he sighed. Move your head up and down, he whispered. Give me a blow- job. Alicia slid off the bench to get into a more comfortable position. Keeping his cock buried in her throat, she maneuvered her son around until he faced away from the piano. His cock twisted in her throat as he turned. When she got. The blanket continued to keep the operation covert.Dave glanced around the car. An elderly lady near the front caught his gaze and smiled at him. "Does she know what's going on?" Dave thought. He breathed a sigh of relief as the woman looked down."All's clear," Dave whispered, in case Tiffany had followed his gaze.Tiffany was unconcerned with anything but pleasing her man. She lifted her buttocks up off the seat to move toward him. She noticed that her rear end had stuck lightly to the fabric,. I’d never been a very good cook in my first life. For most of the first two years, I ate with my parents while Jesse was off in the oil fields. My mother wasn’t a particularly good cook. She had a standard meal format. Some kind of meat cooked to leather, some kind of potato mashed, some kind of vegetable limp and tasteless. And ice cream. Breakfast was cold cereal and milk four days a week and bacon and eggs two days a week. And on the seventh day, God ate oatmeal. I’d steadily gained weight. I probably could have gotten off right there with no thrusting but her voice woke me from my u*********s lust. She groaned stop, take it out its disgusting and then got really quiet. My free hand began to rub her ass and I began to thrust. Very slow at first then picking up some speed. She moaned no no then was quiet. THen suddenly she starting grunting a "Oh, oh...". I loved the feel, the look of her ass, and her sounds. I started to thrust harder. In less than a couple of seconds I was.