It was already too late. She choked a bit on my erupting c**k before hastily pulling her head back so she could taste the rest of the semen as it shot out of me. I did swerve just a tiny bit in my lane as my shoulders shook, but there was no traffic on the road to notice. After draining my d**k, Mom sat up and took a long swig of her sports drink to wash down the spunk. I toasted her with my cappuccino and took a few careful sips of the steaming beverage.
When my mother put her head back in my lap this time, she did not take my softened c**k back into her mouth. Her breathing deepened and she began to snore softly right into the side of my d**k. I had to chuckle, and then I tucked it back in my pants. That had tickled.
I drove on until three-thirty in the morning, at which point we were
