Back home for Matt

Cindi reached for Matt's dick again when her phone sounded. "Ohmigod, I told my mother I would be home early because it's a school night. I'm sorry, Matt. I promise I'll give you a handy at school or something if that's okay but I've got to get a move on it."

Matt nodded. He could have used a handjob but what the hell, he had fodder for a hundred masturbation sessions after what the two of them had been through. "I guess we'd better not push our luck," he said. "I don't want your mom thinking I'm a bad influence."

"She thinks you're wonderful," Cindi said. "She said how respectful you were and she thinks you're ever so cute."

"Well, she is an attractive woman as well."

"Mom?" Cindi giggled. "I'll tell her you said so but seriously, she's old."

Cindi fired up the BMW engine and veered from the scenic ocean overlook onto the road without looking where she was going, almost sideswiping a passing Cadillac, then gunning the engine as she headed toward Matt's place.

The driving was frightening but, fortunately for Matt, he had plenty to distract him because Cindi hadn't bothered pulling her top back up and so her tits, still dripping with his cum, were nude and visible.

He wondered if he dared take a snap with his phone.