She wrapped her fingers around my erection and resumed licking around my head and upper shaft like it was a melting soft-serve on a hot afternoon. Her...saliva ran over her fingers and she stroked, smoothly, up and down. I accelerated the car, trying to keep my focus.She looked up at me, still stroking, and said – in a tone somehow both begging and commanding – “Don't you dare cum yet.”Then she dipped her head back down and filled her throat with my dick, doing her damnedest to make me. You take my gag off and smack my pussy with your hand. “Who does this pussy belong to?” (smack)“You sir” (smack) “Then why is someone else touching it?” (smack) “Sir, you left me and you also have been so busy and haven’t had a lot of time for me. I was horny, I needed the relief.” (smack) “Are you that much of a slut and can’t do without it that you have to seek others?” (smack) “Yes sir” (smack). “From this point forward, you will start asking me to see others. If I am gone, I will. Her hands close in and pull on her nipples, while she bites her lip. She says with sultry moan, "You like mommy's tits, don't you?" I give her a steady nod and keep staring and stroking. My mind feels like mush, mouth dry and balls overflowing. She reaches under her dress and pulls down her panties, letting them drop to the floor and steps out of them. She picks up the pink cotton and tosses them on my lap. I'm confused for a moment and stop jerking off. "Smell them." I slowly bring the. I pinned her up against the shower wall and started to rub at her pussy again. She reached down and started rubbing at my cock. It didn't take long before I was hard. She pushed me away, reached for the shampoo and squirted some into her hand. I stepped towards her again and she reached again for my cock, rubbing it up and down. She was an expert. Just the right grip, just the right speed. There was something magic about those hands as she rubbed me up and down. By that stage I found it hard to.