The Jeep rumbled back onto the highway, the engine's steady hum blending with the blast of music from the radio cranked to full volume. Eliza had curated the playlist meticulously—thumping rock anthems and bass-heavy tracks that drowned out everything but the essentials. Tinted windows shielded the back from prying eyes, and the rearranged cargo formed an impenetrable barrier; Hugh couldn't glimpse a thing from the front seat, his focus locked on the endless stretch of road ahead.
Conner and Eliza slipped into the back first, the extra space allowing them to maneuver freely without the earlier crush. She settled beside him at first, her thigh pressing warmly against his, a secretive smile playing on her lips as the car lurched forward. But the thrill of their hidden world pulled at her; within minutes, as the music swelled, she slid down to her knees on the floorboard, the carpet rough under her skin. Her hands moved with purpose, tugging at the waistband of his shorts and boxers, yanking them down to mid-thigh. His cock sprang free, already half-hard from the anticipation, thick and veined in the dim light filtering through the tints.
Eliza wrapped her fingers around the base, stroking slowly at first, her grip firm and teasing, thumb circling the head to spread the bead of precum. 'God, I love this cock,' she whispered, voice barely audible over the guitars wailing from the speakers. Leaning in, she began to worship it—lips parting to kiss along the shaft, tongue flicking out to trace the underside, savoring the salty taste. She licked from balls to tip in long, deliberate swipes, then took the head into her mouth, sucking gently while her hand pumped the length.
Conner groaned low, his head falling back against the seat, one hand threading into her hair. The vibration of the road added to the sensation, every bump jolting her mouth deeper. This went on for a while, her pace building as she hollowed her cheeks, bobbing rhythmically, saliva coating him fully. His groans grew deeper, hips twitching upward. 'Fuck, Mom... don't stop.' His free hand gripped the seat edge, knuckles white, as the other pressed her head down more insistently, guiding her to take more.
She obliged eagerly, relaxing her throat to deepthroat him, nose brushing his pubes as she swallowed around his girth. Gagging slightly but pushing through, she sucked harder and faster, head twisting side to side for extra friction, her tongue pressing flat against the vein pulsing under her. Conner's breaths came ragged, his control slipping—the music's roar masking his building grunts. Soon after, with a stifled curse, he came hard, cock throbbing as jets of cum flooded her mouth. Eliza swallowed greedily, gulping down most of it, but a few drops escaped, leaking from the corner of her lips and dripping onto her chest. The white tank top absorbed the stain immediately, a small, wet patch blooming over her left breast, darkening the fabric against her skin.
Panting, she pulled off with a pop, licking her lips clean before rising. Without a word, she shifted into position—knees on the seat, hands braced on the backrest, ass presented to him in doggy style, the curve of her cheeks straining her athletic shorts. Conner wasted no time, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, dragging them down to her knees in one swift pull. The cool air hit her exposed pussy, already slick and swollen from the blowjob. He balled up the damp panties and stuffed them into her mouth, the fabric muffling any immediate sounds, her eyes gleaming with lust over her shoulder.
Just then, Hugh reached forward and twisted the radio knob, dialing the volume down to a conversational level. 'Hey, back there—how's the ride treating you two? This stretch is pretty boring; thought we could chat a bit.' His voice carried back clearly, oblivious to the scene unfolding.
Eliza's body tensed, but her desire overrode caution. With the panties gagging her, she began shaking her ass teasingly, cheeks jiggling side to side, pussy lips parting slightly to reveal her wetness. The invitation was clear—she wanted to be fucked right now, consequences be damned. Conner swallowed hard, glancing at the divider, then aligned his still-hard cock with her entrance. He entered her slowly, inch by inch, the tight heat enveloping him as he pushed past her folds. One hand clamped over her mouth from behind, holding the panties in place and blocking any stray moans, while his other gripped her hip to steady the thrust.
The car hit a pothole bump, jolting them forward—Conner thrust deeper at the exact moment, bottoming out inside her. Eliza's muffled cry escaped despite his hand, a sharp 'Mmmph!' that blended with the road noise. Hugh chuckled up front. 'Whoa, that was a rough one! You okay back there, Liz?'
She nodded vigorously, though he couldn't see, her body rocking subtly as Conner began a careful rhythm—shallow pumps to avoid too much movement. 'Yeah, honey,' she managed around the gag and his palm, voice strained but playful. 'Just... hit a little turbulence. Conner's keeping me steady.' The innuendo hung in the air, her words laced with double meaning as Conner's cock slid in and out, grinding against her walls.
Hugh launched into talk about the upcoming scenery, rambling about landmarks they'd pass. Conner matched the pace to the conversation's lulls, thrusting deeper when Hugh paused for breath, his free hand sliding under her tank top to pinch her nipple. Eliza pushed back discreetly, clenching around him, her breaths hot against his fingers. 'Sounds great,' Conner replied evenly, voice steady despite the effort, as he hilted inside her again. 'Mom's really enjoying the... ride.' Another bump rocked the car, and he took advantage, slamming forward once—her moan vibrated into his hand, eyes watering with the intensity.
They kept it up like that, sex veiled in casual banter—Hugh asking about college plans, Eliza responding with breathy affirmatives, her pussy dripping down her thighs, coating Conner's balls with each careful fuck. The radio's lower hum still helped, but the thrill of near-discovery amped everything, their bodies slick and tense in the confined space. Conner's thrusts grew bolder by degrees, the risk fueling his dominance, while Eliza submitted fully, her ass grinding back in silent pleas for more.