Under cover of music
From Torg Adventure
Aimee and I grinned like jack-o-lanterns at each other. If Mom turned up the stereo, she would not be paying any attention to us in the back. She really got into the grove and just drove, singing the lyrics at the top of her lungs.
Aimee was the first to move, leaning down toward my lap. She licked her lips as she gazed intently at my shaft. I closed my eyes as I felt her lips suck in the head of my penis. She was the best cocksucker, and she knew it, too.
As she made my cock head bigger by sucking on it, her tongue snaked out of her mouth to tickle the underside of my shaft. One hand held the base of my cock and the other fondled my balls through my boxers.
"Gimme three step, gimme three steps, Mister. Gimme three step toward the door." Ronnie Van Zant's and Mom's voices filled the car.
My sister started bobbing up and down, swallowing my stiffness and slowly pulling back on it. When her mouth retreated to the tip, her hand followed up, making more delicious friction. She sped up and I couldn't hold out any longer; my loins surge upward, I stifled a groan, and my organ disgorged a lot of spunk into Aimee's mouth. She sucked and slurped quietly, not letting any spill out. She pulled off one more time, taking the rest of my cum with her, and stuffed my cock back in my boxers. She sat up and kissed me, one hand resting on my wilting cock, as she traded some cum back into my mouth before swallowing the rest. I loved when she shared.
Then she zipped me up just as "You Got That Right" started up. Mom hadn't noticed a thing and joined in to the chorus.
What next?
