This made me feel so nervous that I decided to just leave and in a hurry. I’d stopped at the bookstore because I had an urge to jack off. On my way...home it just kept getting worse and worse. I pulled down a secluded side street and pulled over to just try to get it done as quickly as possible. Being able to stop like this was one of the perks of living around a good amount of woods, always hidden spots. But tonight I kept seeing headlights and kept getting worried that someone was gonna see. I felt one of his hands come off my hip. I knew what he was doing with it. I started lowering myself back down on Mike. I felt the head of his dick at my entrance. I lowered myself more. His dick easily slid in my pussy. As I was lowering myself on my son's dick, his dick was opening my pussy walls wide. I moaned. I couldn't help myself.My husband looked at me. "Are you sure you don't want me to stop?" As I lowered myself until I felt my son's dick bottom out in my pussy. "No, no, don't stop, I. I'd find out muchlater that I have ADHD, GAD, OCD and depression. I was reasonably smart andwas a decent test taker, which compensated for my shortcomings inelementary school at least.My parents were a bit unconventional to say the least, (to say more, theygood people, but weren't very good at parenting.) That in some ways workedto my advantage. We were never really too terribly forced into traditionalgender roles around the home. We also didn't have any exposure to religionmany have in a small. They're good kids. Hope your mum's feeling better soon."Jean and Mandy were fourteen and fifteen year old sex bombs. Blond, slim, tall, nice tits and gorgeous tans. They both had their navels and tongs pierced and when they had bare midriffs, which they usually had all summer, I could see tattoos peeping up from their shorts or jeans.Later that afternoon I answered the phone."Hi Tom, it's Jean. We've got a bit of a problem can you come over please." Hi Tom thanks for coming over so quick said.