Oil Change

"Petey, you forgot to take the car in for an oil change again," Katie frumped at her boyfriend. "It's been like a month already."

"Yeah, yeah," Petey complained, playing Call of Duty and completely non-focused on his girlfriend. Such a bum, Katie thought to herself, going to the garage to take it in herself. She saw Big Peter under the car, doing the oil change himself. Now there is a real man, she thought.

She reached down, undoing his belt. He pulled himself from out under the car.

"Nice of you to appreciate the man of the house," Big Peter said slyly.

"Well, you are that, no one can deny," Katie said, temptation overriding logic. She tugged out Big Peter's fat hairy cock, tugging on it.

"I want more than a tugjob," Big Peter said firmly. Katie licked her lips. Big Peter shook his head again. "Pussy."

"Pussy?" Katie said, hesitating. Big Peter tugged her skirt up, slapping her ass hard with a big, oily hand.

"Pussy," he said firmly. Katie bit her lip, taking off her skirt and top, leaving her just in heels. Then she peeled off her thong, exposing her wet, well-trimmed pussy and large alabaster ass. She held Big Peter's rod high in the air, starting to slide her wet pussy down on it.

"Oh fuck," Katie whined. "So much bigger than your son's little tool."

"He ain't worthy," Big Peter said. "But me ... I'm worthy."

She rode him, taking him deep into her, her asshole winking at him as she bounced up and down his cock. His oily hands gripped and slapped her ass. He lasted not as long as she'd prefer, but long enough, blowing a thick load into her womb after a half hour. Then she showered while oblivious Petey played COD.