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Then without thinking, she adjusted herself slightly and the pressure switched directly to her pussy.

Just when he was about to blow his load all over, they turned into the farm drive and the truck rolled to a stop. " "I thought it worked out perfect," his mother said. If her panties hadn't slipped into her crack, and began rubbing her clit each time the truck bounced his cock against her, she would have been able to keep herself under control.

Jean, his mother's younger sister, arrived at the house bright and early on Saturday morning. Rick didn't resent the slam it was a nickname she had given him when he was born. "Don't you two remember, you promised to help me take some furniture out to the storage shed at Mom and Dad's farm. " "Oh, I completely forgot, but it doesn't matter for it's all separated in the back bedroom." She turned to her son. "I'll have you know I weigh one hundred and five pounds, young man, and I'm only five foot three, not six foot three." She was grinning when she said it, but there was a little bit of pride in her voice.

At the time, she was six and thought the name was cute. At thirty-six, his mother had the body and looks of a high school senior.

He immediately felt the heat from her body flow into his crotch area. Jean pulled away, and moments later they were on the country road to the farm, twenty miles away.

The road was under construction for more than five miles and the truck bounced with a steady rhythm as it rolled along the ridges left by the road grader.

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