Liz gets handsy

The two of you have been on the road for less than five minutes before Mrs. Fowler's hand leaves the stick and reaches across the car to your side of the front seat. Her eyes never leave the road-- clearly, she's practiced this.

The breath in your throat catches as her hand slides up your short red dress. Still, she refuses to react, as if she's grabbing something from the back seat instead of groping your pussy. You find yourself instantly wet, even before she's started stroking you.

"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."

"Wonderful," Liz says. "Well, here we are."

"What?" you say. You realize that Liz's hand is back on the stick, your wetness still on the tips of her fingers. She parks the car, never having looked you in the eye the whole time.

Liz turns to you and smiles. "He's in room 2C," she says, handing you the key card. "Have fun, you two." She kisses you on the cheek again.

It's like she's sending you off to a soccer game. You step outside the van and close the door behind you. Within seconds, the van pulls out and peels away, back toward the highway. As it goes, you hear your phone buzz.

"Will check in later," says a text with Liz's name attached to it. "Call if you need anything. Mr. Fowler's card is on the room, so feel free to get room service. Or ****? Mr. Fowler has cash if needed"

You turn around and try to figure out where to find room 2C. Truth be told, this motel looks like you would be able to find **** here easily. In fact, you're almost certain that you and Emily once picked up a bottle of pills and some weed from a guy living here.

The place is pretty seedy. Nothing unsafe, but definitely low-quality. Mr. Fowler can definitely afford something nicer, but maybe he wasn't willing to splurge on the costs. Well, it doesn't matter much to you. You're not here for comfort.