The TV blocked everything from his view. My son started to shift his body around. He knew my ass riding on his cock was making it hard and he was gett...ing uncomfortable. His hard cock was now splitting my ass. It was also making me wet!! "How you doing back there son," his Father asked him.My son answered, "I'm Ok Dad”. Then my husband asked me, “how are you doing honey? I thought to myself, "I like what I'm feeling." I answered “fine”. I looked down and noticed my son arms and hands we becoming. Beautiful consent. Acquiescence, understanding...but just what the fuck was I giving the go head to...as I nodded...Mmm the shady absence of the word: No.Was I hedging? Hell I was complicit...I groped at the cropped guy’s cock in front of me and a random one in pants to the left of me.Then Yes: I was the play thing of several men at once...I was reduced to a sex object...caught in a human scrum as I was mall mauled. Objectification was sensational. My tits were being fondled. My pussy was being. Then he sank back onto her and sighed, grinding his hardness against her legs and chuckling softly. He laughed again and blew into her ear, sending waves of goose-bumps over her flesh, and the terrified young girl cringed in revulsion.She stiffened and twisted her face to the side, straining to see out the back of the truck as though somewhere out there in the rapidly disappearing scenery she might find something, anything that would magically save her. But the empty fields flew uselessly by,. Leaning back against the door she felt her finger wet against her stomach as she tried to regain her breath. Her eyes fluttered and she looked around as if waking from a nap and she smiled - welt, never done that before.She looked at the clock, sure that David would be walking through the door at any moment. In a normal-girl fantasy he would walk in on her naked, lift her in his arms and take her to bed where he would continue what she had started until the sun rose. But this was her, and she.