Getting A Reason To be Yelled At

I look over at Roger, “Well what is mom going do, yell at me letting you fuck me again. She’s already done that so if I’m going to get yelled at then I might as well give her a reason to yell!” Then as I remember where we are, “But we can fuck around here and we definitely can’t go home, so do you know anywhere we can go?”

“I know a place but you not the kind of girl who would agree to go there!"

“Really and what makes you think that, after all I let my step family guys fuck me, so what kind of girl am I?”

Roger comes around and gets in, “Well then if you’re willing there’s a spot between the sport parks over on the college sport fields, if you’re willing that is!”

I have never even consider fucking anywhere outside of a bedroom but a garage and a doctor office can’t be considered a bedroom. So why not outside!

“I’ve never heard nor have been there so you’ll have to direct me, Roger!” Then it came to me and I just had to know, “So I take it this won’t be your first time there?, right!”

I couldn’t believe Roger actually blushed instead of replying. But Roger recovered enough to direct me to the spot. It was in the midst of a heavily wooded area between the football field and the ball diamond, only accessible on foot with hardly any light passing through the foliage from the tall trees. I parked the car and let Roger lead the way. As we entered the small clearing I couldn’t believe how wet I was between my legs, nor how willing I was to let Rogers have me again.

Roger turned to me and we just began stripping the other’s clothes off, then we lowered our bodies to the grassy surface and started to enjoy some foreplay. I moaned in pleasure as Roger fingered my pussy while suckling my nipples. Then without saying anything Roger moved between my legs and penetrated my pussy like he done so often after catching his dad fucking me the first day alone.

God, I couldn’t believe how I grabbed his bare ass cheeks and pulled him deeper into my pussy. Roger acted as if he was more than a lover, but not an animal. Fucking me in such a way that not even mom yelling at me would ever prevent me from submitting to him again!

Then before either of us could cry out we came seconds apart from each other. As Roger rolled off me, we rested for a few minutes then dressed before making our way back to the car. The way home was a bit silent but done with smiles plastered across our faces. When I pulled into the garage, we got out and went into the house just in time to hear.

“So who fucks you better my son or me?” Quickly followed by “So who do you prefer fucking more, my daughter of me?”