Her legs parted, straddling mine, and my cock, hardening again, held back reluctantly by a layer of denim, took its familiar place between the gap between her ass cheeks, pushing, pushing, pushing, until the unmistakable feel of her pussy lay against my hardness.

I pushed my hips up, and Mom ground against me. I thought I heard her let out a faint moan. She put a hand to her mouth as though to silence herself.

We mashed against each other in the darkness as the miles passed. I looked to the front seat, worrying that Dad or Ashley might see something, but they were busy talking, and, besides, the seats...