Christine ran her hands through her son's hair. She rubbed his arms. Wrapped her legs around his backside. Mother and son weren't really f*****g, there wasn't enough room for that. They certainly weren't making love, though they both felt profound affection for each other in that moment. They were rutting. Humping like animals in heat. The whole car rocked back and forth with every thrust. Their grunts and whines ricocheted through the tiny cabin. The car stank of sopping p***y and meaty d**k.
"I. Love. This. c**k!" Christine cried, punctuating each of her son's pushes. Driving himself deeper and deeper into his own mother. "I. Love. My. Son!"
Austin wanted to take in everything about his mother's body. Everything was so close he could only focus on the way her p***y wrapped around his d
