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

Son's wife Mallory rides with me to a wedding

... normal way again. In short, thinking about her had that wet blanket affect almost immediately. I guided the car off of the ramp and was surprised at the amount of traffic. Usually by this time in the evening this place was fairly well dead but for some reason not tonight. I pulled into the gas station and I caught myself staring after Mallory as she walked into the store to visit the ladies room. As I put the pump nozzle into the car I thought what it would be like to slide my dick into her instead of my wife and I smiled By the time she came back out, I had refueled and found out that there was a bluegrass convention up the road a way and that was the reason for all of the traffic. I decided we could drive a few more miles down the road to get dinner more quickly someplace else. Mallory put her seatbelt on and smiled over at me as she sipped her 42 ounce soft drink. I wanted those lips someplace else! Then there was a loud bang and it felt like the back of the car hung up on a rock. No matter which way I tried to go, the rear wheel on the driver’s side would not turn. Fortunately, a guy in a tow truck was just finishing filling up on the other side of the pump. After a few minutes of poking around he said it looked like the brake cylinder on the rear driver wheel had failed and locked up the wheel. He said he had the stuff at the shop to fix it first thing in the morning. I told him I would be in his debt if he could work me in before normal time and he smiled and said ...

... that might be doable. 30 minutes later, with the car on the back of his truck, we pulled into a small motel. I asked for a couple of rooms and they said they only had one room and it only had one twin bed. Take It or leave it. I took it. Once we got our bags in the room and waved good-bye to the car, I went in and used the restroom as Mallory called Jacob and explained our predicament. She then told me he sounded d***k but that he had promised to tell my wife, so I did not bother calling. Instead, I grabbed up my jacket and invited Mallory to join me to see what we could get to eat at the hole-in-the wall bar just a ways up the street and she laughed and agreed. The sandwiches were good, the beer cold and the music loud, so we wound up sitting close together at a corner table. Soon Mallory was more d***k than she realized and she was laughing and hanging on me and rubbing her body against mine and…. I was not that d***k. I knew what was happening to us both. And to put it bluntly, I steered it that direction at every opportunity! Around midnight, I paid the bill and we made our way back to the motel. I locked the door and turned around just as she undid her skirt and it dropped to the floor revealing her long slim legs, nice firm ass, black g-string and a garter belt holding up the stockings. I just stood there staring and she turned and looked at me and burst out laughing “I did not bring anything to sl**p in, because I sl**p naked!” she laughed. I looked around the room and ...