"Any other advice you'd like?" I asked.
Alex interjected, "Don't say a word, Cory, it's a trap."
I laughed, "That is probably very good advice."
Alex turned the radio up, obviously done with our awkward conversation, which meant Cory and I had some alone time, well as much alone time as you can have in a backseat on someone's lap with your husband driving the car.
I began to grind my ass slowly in a circular motion on my son's c**k. This was going to be the last backseat f*****g, and I was going to enjoy the ride.
And for fifty miles I just ground slowly on his c**k, enjoying the full feeling, just enjoying the surreal feeling of an unconditional secret love between my son and me.
"Fifty more miles," Alex announced.
This made me sad.
Fifty miles and this was over.
Fifty miles and
