Ride him

I swung my league over Jerry and lowered myself onto his hard cock. The trucker slid smoothly into my mother-in-law's wet pussy. He loudly, then leaned in to suckle on my nipple. I ran my fingers through his slightly grease silver hair. He smelled slightly of Old Spice and Head and Shoulders.

"That's a good boy," I whispered to him. "You like that don't you."

Slowly I started riding him. He clutched my ass and pulled me down harder on him. I pushed his head back, leaning down to kiss him, surprised by how pleasantly his beard tickled my cheeks.

"What am I doing?" he asked as we broke our kiss.

"Having...hot...fucking...sex," I said, grinding on him. "Does your wife fuck you in the truck like this?"

"No...we haven't had sex in months," he said. "Never in my truck."

"Maybe when you get home you can fuck her just like this," I said. "You can think of me."

He lasted a surprisingly long time for an old guy who hadn't had sex in months and usually needed a little blue pill to get it up, which gave me time to think. I had been through a few bodies now and it seemed like I was going deeper and deeper into perversion and depravity. I mean, yeah, my cum was all over Jerry's lap to prove that I was enjoying it, but was it really me?

Was I the depraved pervert or were my mother-in-law and niece complete sluts? Did I crave hard cocks or was it them? I wanted to blame them, but as each thrust brought me closer to a good orgasm, that area became more and more clouded. Maybe they were both sluts and I was in fact bisexual. Maybe even gay? All I knew was that I could never go back to my vanilla, almost non-existent sex life with Susan.

"I'm gonna cum," Jerry whispered.