Go with what Liz wants

You just give her a smile and her hand goes under your dress.

"Oh, you're wearing the lingerie I bought you," Liz says, sounding every bit like the mother she is. "And it fits well? It's comfortable?"

"Y-" You can't quite speak. Words fail you as Liz's fingers push the fabric of the bodysuit inside you, giving you what must be an incredibly deep cameltoe. You gulp, and then again, just to make sure you can speak. "Yes," you say. "It's great."

Liz pulls into a side road, stops the car under some shadowy trees and then immediately pounces on you.

"I was going to let you save yourself for my husband but you are just making me too horny!" She exclaims.

Mounting you, she slips her hand between the two of you, pulling the lingerie out of you then to the side she shoves two fingers into your wet, waiting opening. Then she starts to hump you forcing her fingers inside you, curling them so that they touch a spot that causes you to feel dazed and crazy.

She keeps at it and in the darkness you can vaguely see that she has a thumb against her own crotch.

"Did you ever, in your wildest dreams think this would happen?" She asks breathlessly.

You have no idea what is going to fully happen tonight. You think. Then the image of Emily watching you fuck her dad flashes through your mind and it sets you off.

"Yes, I am going to cum Mrs Fowler, fuck me!" You squeal and start to orgasm.

"Me too!" Liz shudders above you.

You take a few minutes to recover, then you smile at each other, Liz gets off you, and starts the car again.

"Don't forget your seatbelt!" She quips.