"Any other advice you'd like?" I asked.

Alex interjected, "Don't say a word, Cory, it's a trap."

I laughed, "That is probably very good advice."

Alex turned the radio up, obviously done with our awkward conversation, which meant Cory and I had some alone time, well as much alone time as you can have in a backseat on someone's lap with your husband driving the car.

I began to grind my ass slowly in a circular motion on my son's cock. This was going to be the last backseat fucking, and I was going to enjoy the ride.

And for fifty miles I just ground slowly on his cock, enjoying...