Car drive whit my mom and dad - Sex Stories

Car drive whit my mom and dad

... panty covert pussy. She raised my right hand and put it on her panties, I left my hand there, she spread her legs a little and my hand fell between her legs, she took a hold of my hand and pressed it against her panties. My hand was now on her little white panty and I could feel her the contours pussylips. When she removed her hand, I left my hand on her warm hill. I didn't move it around or anything, I was just letting my hand rest on her pussy. She took a hold of my hand and moved it up to the top of her panties. When our hands were above her panties, she pressed our hands against her body and slowly slid our hands between her panties and bare skin. She kept pushing my hand down until my finger tips just barely touch the top of her pussy. Finally I dare to move my hand further down so I could find her entrance. When she took her hand out from under her panties, I left my hand on her pussy. She rose up her hips, hooked her thumbs on each side of her panties and pulled them down to her knees. As soon as she did this I move my hand so I could get my fingers in her, man see was hot down there. Her panties kept her from spreading her legs out for me to really get to feel her. She reach down to lower her panties further but she couldn't reach far in of, I hooked the thumb of my left hand behind her panties that where around her knees and started pulling them down to her ankles. She lifted up a leg so I could take them all the way off. Now she spread her legs as wide as she ...

... could. This was all I needed. She was so wet I sunk two fingers in her at once, she let out a low moan. "Are you OK?" her husband asked her. He was looking at her. I smiled and said," I'm OK; I thought it would be a problem sitting on my sons lap, but it really isn't. This isn't going to be so bad of a ride." There she was talking to her husband with her son's fingers in her cunt. "How much farther until we stop?" "I don't want to stop until I go a little further," "How about you Mike, can you go a little bit further?" she asked me "Yea, mom. I can go a lot further," "Good," she answered. "The further we go, the better I like it." That's OK with you, isn't it honey?" she asked my husband. "Yea, I like the idea of not stopping." He answered. She turned and looked at me," Me to. I don't want to stop." "Mike? How are you doing with your mom on your lap?" "No problem dad, mom keeps moving around so one position doesn't get uncomfortable. She raises up every once in while to relief the pressure." As I was talking to my dad I sunk my fingers even deeper in her pussy. I was starting to move my fingers in and out of my mother’s soaking wet cunt. She griped my hand and pushed it hard into her pussy. She wanted to let me know to go deeper, I understood the idea and sank my fingers in her as deep as I could. She started moving her hips to the rhythm of my fingers, She looked over at my father, It was a good thing the painting was blocking his view. If he could see his son with his fingers ...