"Sure, Dad," Cory nodded, taking the keys.
Once he was gone I suggested, putting my hand on my husband's crotch, trying to use my son's reawakening of my sexuality to improve, maybe even save, my marriage, "So about the hot tub?"
"I could use a soak."
"I could use a c**k in me," I whispered back, rubbing his d**k.
"Honey," he groaned.
"Let's go," I said.
"Okay," he agreed.
I led him to our hotel room and immediately dropped to my knees, pulled down his pants and took his c**k in my mouth.
He groaned, "I thought we were going to the hot tub."
I sucked him for a few seconds before standing up and smiling, "We are. I was just prepping you."
"I'm not complaining," he wondered as he got undressed, "but I have to ask, what's with all the sudden, um..."
"Backseat claustrophobia seems t
