“You’ll just have to wait and see” was all you would tell me, and then laugh and tell me to be patient. It was a nice drive, out into the count...y, nothing but woods around us. When you had pulled over the car on the side of the country road, I giggled, thinking surely we were going to have sex in the back seat like a pair of teenagers. There was nothing in sight besides trees, and I was curious about what you were planning. I was surprised when you told me we were going for a walk. . Very quickly I reached down and unbuttoned them and pulled them down as much as I could with him on top of me. Then I felt it, the bulge in his pants. I started to rub it. I knew I was doing a good job as he broke our kissing with a moan. It was a flash, he sat up and pulled his pants down and I sat up, threw mine off, and tossed them aside. He yanked off my tank top and pushed me back down onto my back. His cock was rubbing against my clit, it felt so good, and I was so wet. I was being. I could smell her pussy, and it got me rock hard. I tried to hide it as I helped her back to her bed, but I know she could see the tent in my pants. From that point on, she called me in whenever she had to go to the bathroom, figuring the ice was broken, no sense pushing herself too hard, if I had already seen her pee. Then the day came she wanted to shower. Until then my wife had given her sponge baths in her bed. But now she wanted a full shower. She had to keep her casts dry, so this would. I could feel it gathering steam, starting to roil up my shaft. Her head was gouging into my stomach, her upper lip prying my head away, fighting against the strength of the two elastics keeping my cock tight to my skin. Hurry, my head yelled. It’s coming. The hot liquid left my balls, entering my shaft, rocketing up. My head tipped forward and Mom’s upper lip slipped over the top of my cock and her teeth grazed my head while her lower lip, softened by her tongue, sweetly tickled the underside.