Keep quiet

You say nothing as Jo first opens the zipper and then disentangles the button of your fly, though a soft groan finally escapes from your mouth as Jo reaches inside your now opened pants and puts her hand round your cock, her fingers forming a tight hold just below your cockhead.

Your right is hand rolled into a clinched ball as Jo begins to stroke your member, the scorching hot mother of your girlfriend manipulating with certain gentleness at first but pretty soon begins to pick up the pace.

This is an insane situation, you say to yourself in regard to the fact that you’re currently receiving a hand-job in the middle of a traffic jam. Thankfully, so far the only one who seems to have noticed anything is that Great Dane in the Volvo estate, who seems to possess a certain voyeuristic streak.

“John”, Jo begins, gaining your full attention again, “you’ll be a good boy and tell me when you’re about to cum, won’t you?”
Speechless, you can do little but nod your head in a vigorous fashion.
“Thanks”, Jo goes on, “it’s just that I don’t want to have to wipe sperm-stains off the windshield again.”

Her hand is by now fisting your hard cock faster and faster a flapping sound being produced as her speedy motion causes your dick and your balls to wobble.
Finally, just after Jo has been **** to hit the accelerator as the traffic inches its way forwards for the first time in what seems like ages, you declare with a rushed “Now!” that you’re about to pop the proverbial weasel, to which Jo responds by sticking her head into your lap.

As Jo puts those full lips of her around the top of your cock, a realization runs through the back of your head that if anyone were to look at Jo’s car right now they’d think that it was being driven from the passenger’s seat by someone doing his best to look like Goofy.
Any further reflection on that subject from you is cut short however as a blissful current runs through your body at a first rope of your jizz shooting out of your pisshole and into Jo’s greedy mouth.

You dig your ass into the seat and unintentionally drive one of your feet up into the underside of the glove compartment as the rest of your load is sprayed into Jo’s maw in short bursts, one of her hands fondling your balls as she gulps down your semen.

When you’re finished ejaculating, Jo lets her tongue flicker over your pisshole before straightening herself up again, the desirable older woman wiping her mouth while effortlessly making sure that she hasn’t let the truck in front of her slip away.

Neither of you say anything for a while as you just sit there silent with your semi-hard cock out in the open and Jo keeps her attention on the traffic.

Jo steers the car onto the first exit that you reach, and it dawns on you that this isn’t the one leading to her house.
“Where are we going?” You ask her.
“Don’t worry,” Jo begins, “I know the perfect spot where we can kill some time until the traffic lessens.”