It's getting me wet just thinking about it."Well, here it comes I thought.We were still in the car park of the pub but we at the end furthest away fro...m the pub and the road under the shade of a huge oak tree. It was quiet and apart from one other car empty."Wet? Really? Prove it!"She reached around the side of the car seat and flicked the adjustment to slide the seat back to its furthest extent. Then she grasped the hem of her knee length black skirt and raised it slowly past her thighs. This. I wasn't even hard anymore, yet I seemed to be on a constant edge of cumming. Precum continued to leak out of the tip of my cock in a long, continuous, thick stream. If being "Gay" and being fucked always felt like this than I was all in! "Cum in me, baby" I said, my own words surprising me. "Ah, fuck, baby, yeah" Jon said as his grip on my hips became harder and the tone of his voice became harsher. "Fill me with your cum" I cried. I could feel the full thickness of Jons manhood pound deep. It would be a complete disaster, I was thinking, to go to the bathroom to relieve my tension. At the same time I was working on my mom's back again, the palm of my hand strolling in large circular movements from the neck to the waist.At a certain point I stretched my little finger so that when my hand was over her waistline I could touch her butt. Once again I didn't detect any negative reaction from mom. Instead of going down over her spine as I was doing I began to made wide circular. I know exactly what he wants to see as they’ve been between us the entire time. My breasts are still encased in their protective, lacy shell. I look down and see they are heaving from our make-out session, begging to be released to this beautiful man. He bucks his hips as if to urge me on, a reminder that he’s waiting below me. I slowly remove one strap from a shaking shoulder. He twirls his finger in the air, a sign that I should continue. I remove the other strap and leave them hanging at my.