Manual Transmission

"Is this ok, baby?" She asked nervously, her hand moving over my dick inside my pants.

"Yes, yes Mom."

With a quick glance in the back, she reached over and undid my belt and my pants, her warm hand slipping under my underwear to pull out my straining cock. Taking it in her fist, she began to move slowly up and down my shaft. I was not going to last long. Wow. She took her hand away and licked her palm, slowly, before wrapping her fingers around me again. She began a slow corkscrew up and down my dick, milking me tenderly. I could feel the pressure building already. I looked at her. She was breathing heavily, her bottom lip in her teeth, her eyes on my cock. I looked down the deep crevasse of her bust, imagining what I would do there. She glanced up and saw my gaze.

"Do you need more, baby?" She asked. I nodded mutely.

Never stopping her long strokes, her other hand slipped under her shirt, sliding first one breast then the other out into the light. I groaned as her fingers pulled at a nipple.

"Does that turn you on?" She whispered. I didn't answer. Instead, I erupted, my hot come jumping up to land all over her stroking hand. She gave a low, "Yesss." and slid her breasts back into her shirt, looking around at the road furtively as she did.

She reached for a tissue from the center panel.