All in

There was no way I was opening the duffle bag in front of him, I didn't have any 'grass' and I was not walking home carrying this bag, so I only had one choice. I reached up and pulled my ill-fitting t-shirt over my head. Jerry stared at me in shock.

"I-I-I was actually only kidding," he said nervously as he stared at my mother-in-law's boobs. "You remember...oh fuck."

"Eyes on the road, Jerry!" I said. Fuck, I thought, Cheryl's pussy already getting wet.

"I-I-I'm sorry ma'am," the trucker mumbled.

"A deal is a deal, so it's okay to look and touch all you want...just not while we're rolling down the highway at 60 mph," I said.

"I-I-Its okay, we can just go on," he said. "I mean...I am a married man. And this was just a joke. Maybe not a funny one, but just a joke."

"You know down deep you meant it," I said. "Now you've got me turned on and needing some cock."

What was I saying? I did not find this white headed old guy attractive in the least bit, so why was I trying to seduce him? My mind was saying one thing, but my body-my mother-in-law's body-was saying something totally different. And she was winning out. Or maybe I did just want cock now?

I reached across and rubbed his crotch through his jeans. He was already rock hard.

"Looks like you were a little serious, Jerr-bear," I said.

I unsnapped his jeans, slid down his zipper and pulled his cock out. It was nothing to write home about, but Jerry also didn't have anything to be ashamed off. I have it one quick squeeze, then kissed him on the cheek.

"Maybe we should pull over," I said to him. He just nodded.

I kept giving him short, tight squeezes for the next five minutes or so until he pulled into the gravel parking lot of a long abandoned gas station. When we were finally stopped, he looked up at me almost as if he were afraid of what was about to happen.

"I've never done this before," he said softly.

"Had sex with a beautiful woman?"

"Had sex with anyone but my wife," Jerry said. "Not in the forty years we've been married. I've been approached by girls at truck stops wanting to do it for money...but I always turn them away."

"But I know you want to," I said, squeezing him again. He moaned.

"I-I don't normally get up that easy," he said. "Least not without a little blue pill. I don't know what's going on."

"You don't feel like you need a pill to me," I whispered in his ear. I lifted his left hand, the one with the letting band, and placed it on my boob. "How do I feel?"

"Oh jeez, that feels good," Jerry mumbled as he started to gently massage my breasts and nipple.