18-06-2019, 10:45 PM
With their costumes complete, the mom and son left their isolated world in the server room and wandered back into the reality of drunk people screaming and jumping. They walked to the front door and saw the bouncers still doing their job. Neither Breanna or Spencer could estimate the time.
As promised, Breanna walked by the seated bouncer and quickly inserted the hundred-dollar bill into his lap so quickly, that by the time it registered to him that someone had just grabbed his dick, Breanna and Spencer were already walking down the sidewalk.
"Are you actually going to ever text that guy again?" Spencer asked.
"Who, Mark? Well, I'll have to if I ever wanna feel cum on my tits again." Breanna and her son cracked up, and Spencer took his mom's hand as they walked back to the car. A three-hour car ride home seemed like an eternity considering how exhausted they were, but they set off anyway. The benefit of Breanna having to remove her soaked g-string in order to drive was that Spencer's constant staring gave both of them a second wind.
The downside was that, after getting just twenty miles outside of San Diego, the making out and fondling at every traffic stop or stretch of straight road had finally caught up to them. And, after pulling off of the highway, the mom and son found themselves fucking on the side of the road in the back of the SUV.
They smartly put Spencer's shirt underneath of their bodies to catch any fluids. And when Spencer ejaculated, Breanna made sure to catch it all in his clothing, avoiding the risk of any stains.
Afterward, Spencer and Breanna lay naked together across the bench seats of the car, gazing through the moonroof.
"How are we gonna handle this at home?" Spencer asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Like, hiding this from dad."
Breanna chuckled lightly. She kissed her son on the cheek. "Your dad knows..." she said, in an obvious manner.
Spencer shot the hell up in the car seat. "No, he doesn't!" Spencer knew his mom had to be toying with him again. Yes, of course, he does," the mom smiled, sitting up as well. "He was as excited about this idea as I was. Ever since I told him you were the one spying and that you tried to blackmail me into fucking you, he wanted me to do it, too."
It was an odd joke for his mom to play. "Dad loves you. He'd never allow you to do this with me."
"You're right, he does love me. And I love him. That's why he lets me fuck other guys. And he's a loving father too. That's why he wanted me to fuck you after I told him I wanted to. He loves, loves, loves the idea of other guys having me, just like you do. You are definitely your father's son."
As promised, Breanna walked by the seated bouncer and quickly inserted the hundred-dollar bill into his lap so quickly, that by the time it registered to him that someone had just grabbed his dick, Breanna and Spencer were already walking down the sidewalk.
"Are you actually going to ever text that guy again?" Spencer asked.
"Who, Mark? Well, I'll have to if I ever wanna feel cum on my tits again." Breanna and her son cracked up, and Spencer took his mom's hand as they walked back to the car. A three-hour car ride home seemed like an eternity considering how exhausted they were, but they set off anyway. The benefit of Breanna having to remove her soaked g-string in order to drive was that Spencer's constant staring gave both of them a second wind.
The downside was that, after getting just twenty miles outside of San Diego, the making out and fondling at every traffic stop or stretch of straight road had finally caught up to them. And, after pulling off of the highway, the mom and son found themselves fucking on the side of the road in the back of the SUV.
They smartly put Spencer's shirt underneath of their bodies to catch any fluids. And when Spencer ejaculated, Breanna made sure to catch it all in his clothing, avoiding the risk of any stains.
Afterward, Spencer and Breanna lay naked together across the bench seats of the car, gazing through the moonroof.
"How are we gonna handle this at home?" Spencer asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Like, hiding this from dad."
Breanna chuckled lightly. She kissed her son on the cheek. "Your dad knows..." she said, in an obvious manner.
Spencer shot the hell up in the car seat. "No, he doesn't!" Spencer knew his mom had to be toying with him again. Yes, of course, he does," the mom smiled, sitting up as well. "He was as excited about this idea as I was. Ever since I told him you were the one spying and that you tried to blackmail me into fucking you, he wanted me to do it, too."
It was an odd joke for his mom to play. "Dad loves you. He'd never allow you to do this with me."
"You're right, he does love me. And I love him. That's why he lets me fuck other guys. And he's a loving father too. That's why he wanted me to fuck you after I told him I wanted to. He loves, loves, loves the idea of other guys having me, just like you do. You are definitely your father's son."