Son's wife Mallory rides with me to a wedding - Sex Stories

Son's wife Mallory rides with me to a wedding

... curled a little one way and then the other. The net affect was, her skirt was suddenly half way up her thigh and her blouse now gaped open wide so that I could see the entire white lacey bra cup holding her firm young breast. I started thinking about touching her and how truly beautiful she was. I wondered if she was wearing stockings or panty hose and if there was some sort of sexy lingerie in her bag or if she was an au natural sl**per. All of these thoughts soon had me needing to adjust my cock so it could properly straighten out. I wanted to stroke it and I even entertained the thought of shooting hot jets of cum on her as we drove down the road. But then I got control and focused on driving. Maybe a half-hour later, I noticed her move her hand to her lap and I glanced down not thinking much of it. Then I looked again. She was pushing the cloth down tight against her and she was rubbing herself in her sl**p!! Her skirt was riding higher and in the fading light of day I could just see the lacey band of material indicating she was wearing either stockings or hold ups! But more importantly, I could hardly believe it , but I was watching my son’s wife playing with herself in her sl**p!!! Now my cock went from flaccid to solid in less than a mile and I strained to hear every little whimper and mew that softly slipped from her lips. I kept watching, straining to see anything and everything. I started to rub the head of my cock through my khaki pants and was really starting ...

... to enjoy the fantasy lying next to me. Then suddenly I hit the rumble strips and in reaction whipped the car back onto the road and let a few choice words fly. Mallory was suddenly wide awake and completely disoriented. Then she was scrambling quickly to get her skirt pulled down and she saw her unbuttoned top and she quickly remedied that. All the while I kept my eyes on the road. Finally, I said, “Sorry about that. I must have nodded off for a second.” “No problem,” she replied. “Maybe we should stop and get a bite soon. I could use a restroom break, I think.” I thought to myself that she must be wet as a whore. I told her that we were half-way to our destination and there was a good exit to stop at just a couple miles up the road when she said, “Looks to me like you could use a break as well.” I looked over at her and she had a sly grin on her face and she nodded to the tent in the front of my pants. Suddenly it was my turn to turn red. She laughed and said, “We will make the stop quick because I guess it is no secret that we both need to get to our spouses quickly!!” We laughed and to be honest, that thought as much as anything caused my excitement to die down a little. My wife is on the heavy side these days, and while I love her big tits and still enjoy sex with her, it has become routine, uneventful and uninspired. Since she entered menopause it has seemed she could easily live without sex and to be honest, I was beginning to feel the same way if it meant doing it our ...