The conversation flowed unevenly from the front seat, Hugh's voice a steady anchor amid the subtle creaks of the suspension and the occasional shift in the back. He prattled on about the family's last vacation to the lake, reminiscing about fishing trips and barbecues, his tone nostalgic and oblivious. 'Remember that time we caught that monster bass, Conner? You were just a kid, but you reeled it in like a pro. Bet you'll be pulling in all sorts of wins at USC—scholarships, girls, the whole package.'
Conner forced a chuckle, his hips rolling forward in a controlled grind, cock buried to the hilt inside Eliza's clenching pussy. The heat of her walls gripped him like a vice, slick juices easing each shallow withdrawal and push. He kept his hand firm over her mouth, the balled-up panties damp with her saliva, muffling the whimpers that bubbled up as he circled his hips to rub against her g-spot. 'Yeah, Dad... pulling in wins sounds good. Mom's been... helping me practice my technique.' His voice came out even, laced with a smirk only Eliza could sense, her body trembling under him as she nodded along, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy.
Eliza's response was a garbled 'Mmm-hmm,' her cheeks flushing hot against his palm. She arched her back further, ass cheeks pressing into his pelvis, urging him deeper despite the risk. The car swayed gently over a curve in the road, and Conner used the motion to thrust once, hard enough to make her toes curl in her sandals, her thighs quivering. A drop of sweat trickled down her spine, pooling at the dimples above her ass. Hugh didn't notice, launching into another topic—the best diners along the route. 'There's this spot up ahead, great burgers. What do you think, Liz? Sound like a plan for lunch?'
She twisted her head slightly, enough to speak around the gag and his fingers. 'Oh, yes... I'd love something... meaty and satisfying.' The words dripped with unintended—or intended—heat, her pussy fluttering around Conner's shaft as he pulled back halfway and sank in again, the wet slap barely audible over the engine. Conner bit his lip to stifle a groan, his free hand digging into her hip, fingers bruising the tanned skin. He pinched the flesh there, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, while his cock dragged along her inner walls, teasing the sensitive ridge inside her.
Hugh laughed heartily. 'That's my girl—always up for a good meal. Conner, you better eat up too; college boys need their fuel.' The irony hung thick, and Conner couldn't resist—on the next beat, he drove forward with a bit more force, the head of his dick nudging her cervix. Eliza's body jolted, a muffled squeak escaping as her breasts swayed under the stained tank top, nipples hard peaks tenting the fabric. She clenched down hard in response, milking him rhythmically, her arousal coating his balls and dripping onto the seat below. 'Fuel... yeah, I'm getting plenty,' Conner replied, voice husky now, his thrusts picking up a fraction, syncing with Hugh's pauses. 'Mom's making sure I stay... full.'
The talk shifted to Conner's classes, Hugh quizzing him on majors and dorm life, his enthusiasm filling the cab. Eliza pushed back against Conner, her movements disguised as adjusting position, grinding her clit against the base of his cock with each subtle rock. The friction built a fire in her core, her breaths coming in hot pants against his hand. Conner's grip tightened in her hair now, pulling her head back gently to expose her neck, where he leaned in to nip at the skin, teeth grazing just hard enough to mark without bruising. He fucked her in short, insistent strokes, the angle hitting her depths perfectly, her juices squelching faintly with each plunge.
'Engineering sounds solid, son. You'll crush it,' Hugh said, turning the wheel to pass a semi. The acceleration pressed them together, Conner's cock sliding deeper, and Eliza's eyes rolled back, a low keen vibrating into his palm. She was close, her body coiling tight, pussy spasming around him. Conner felt it too, his balls drawing up, the need to pound her senseless warring with caution. 'Thanks, Dad. Mom thinks I'll... handle the pressure just fine.' Eliza nodded frantically, her ass clenching as she bore down, chasing the edge.
Minutes stretched like this, the banter weaving through their stolen intimacy—Hugh on gas prices, weather forecasts, even a joke about traffic jams. Each sentence from the front was a cue for Conner to thrust, Eliza's responses breathy and evasive, her body a live wire under him. Sweat slicked their skin, her tank top clinging transparently now, the cum stain from earlier mixing with fresh perspiration. Conner's hand slipped from her mouth briefly to tweak her nipple through the cloth, rolling the hard bud until she bit down on the panties to silence herself.
Finally, Hugh sighed, the conversation lulling. 'This playlist's got some bangers, but it's wearing on me. Let's crank it up—keep the energy high for the long haul.' He twisted the knob, and the rock anthem exploded back to life, guitars shredding and drums pounding at max volume. The bass thrummed through the seats, vibrating Eliza's clit where it ground against Conner's pubic bone. Hugh settled back, humming along, his eyes on the horizon.
That was the signal. Conner's restraint snapped like a taut wire. He yanked the panties from her mouth, tossing them aside, and gripped both hips now, pulling her back onto his cock with a forceful slam. 'Fuck, finally,' he growled low, voice lost in the music's roar. He let loose, pounding into her with unrestrained vigor, the car rocking subtly with each brutal thrust. His hips slapped against her ass, the sound masked by the speakers, skin reddening from the impacts.
Eliza responded in kind, no longer holding back. She shoved her ass toward him, meeting every drive, her pussy slurping greedily around his thickness. 'Yes, baby—fuck me hard! Give it to your slut mom!' she cried out, voice drowned by the chorus wailing overhead. Her hands clawed at the seatback, nails digging in as she arched deeper, taking him to the root. The freedom unleashed her, moans spilling freely—raw, desperate sounds that blended with the rhythm. Conner's hands roamed, one sliding up to yank her tank top over her breasts, freeing the perky C-cups to bounce with each pound. He mauled them roughly, pinching and twisting the nipples, eliciting sharper yelps from her.
He leaned over her back, chest pressing to her spine, one arm banding around her waist to hold her steady as he rutted like an animal. His cock pistoned in and out, stretching her wide, the veined length dragging sparks along her nerves. 'You're mine, Mom—tight little pussy all for me. Take it deeper.' Eliza bucked wildly, her athletic frame flexing, thighs straining as she spread wider for him. Sweat flew with each collision, her ass rippling from the force, pussy gushing around him, soaking his thighs.
The music fueled them, a heavy riff syncing with Conner's pace—he hammered faster, balls slapping her clit, building her toward oblivion. Eliza reached back, nails raking his thigh, urging him on. 'Harder, son—own this cunt! Make me cum on your fat cock!' Her words were a torrent, filthy and fervent, body convulsing as the orgasm crashed over her. She screamed into the seat cushion, pussy clamping down like a fist, waves of pleasure milking him relentlessly. Juices squirted out around his shaft, puddling on the floorboard, her legs shaking violently.
Conner didn't stop, riding her through it, his own release barreling down. He flipped her suddenly—onto her back across the seat, knees hooked over his shoulders, folding her in half. The new angle let him plunge even deeper, cock spearing her core. Eliza's eyes locked on his, wild and adoring, hands clutching his ass to pull him in. 'Cum inside me—fill your mother's womb!' The demand shattered him; with a guttural roar swallowed by the blast, he buried himself and erupted, hot ropes of cum painting her insides, pulsing deep as her walls fluttered in aftershocks.
They collapsed together, breaths heaving, bodies entangled in the humid confines. The music thundered on, a veil for their bliss, as Eliza nuzzled his neck, whispering, 'More... I need more of you.' Conner's cock twitched inside her, already stirring for round two, the road trip far from over.