Down to the wire

John continued to ride Carl as hard as he could, while keeping an eye on the clock each second being amplified ten-fold in urgency. His hips rise and fall gliding over Carl's girthy dick, "fucking cum already you bastard" John internally screams his mind filled with hate for his current predicament.

Of fucking course Carl would have stamina to spare, seemingly nothing had been going right for John since he'd began to inhabit his mothers body. His tired legs began to scream at him, but he dare not falter for even a second as he simply didn't have the time. SLAM SLAM SLAM, the sound of John's **** riding fills the room.

After 10 minutes of furious riding, John feels Carls cock begin to twitch inside him, "Finally" John thinks mentally breathing a sigh of relief. But as Carl groans and fills his cunt with his hot cum, John hears something almost hidden by the groan, the sound of a car pulling up. "FUCK! Get ready" he half shouts to Carl grabbing his shorts in haste and yanking them up her body, he then quickly grabs his panties and shoves them in his pocket as the sound of the key being turned in the front door.

Sam enters the living room just as Carl managed to get his pants pulled up, "hey dad.... Mrs Doe?" Sam asks confused as to why I was here, "I was just leaving" John says walking straight past Sam not wanting to spend another second here, hoping that his friend wouldn't pick up any clues as to what had just happened. "I think we had a good chat Sally" Carl calls out after John, John bites back the urge to turn around and lose his shit at Carl. John drives home in silence, Carls thick load seeping into a wet patch on his shorts.

Once home John carefully makes his way to bathroom and scrubs the cum of his mothers shorts... "what a fucking prick" he says thinking about how awful Carl truly was to **** him like this. Once the shorts where clean John got ready for bed, joining his father beneath the sheets"