“Don’t apologize,” I whispered, my voice husky with lust. “I like it.”
I ground my ass against him, feeling his cock throb against me. He let out a low moan, his hands gripping the sides of his seat.
“Mom, we can’t,” he whispered, but I could tell he wanted it too.
I reached back and grabbed his hand, guiding it to my breast. He squeezed it, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“Touch me, baby,” I moaned, my nipples hardening beneath my blouse. “Make me feel good.”
He slid his hand under my blouse, his fingers finding my nipple and pinching it. I gasped, my head falling back against his shoulder.