Just smut, lots of smut from start to end; please please please avert your eyes, minors! (1,785 words; restraints, tiny bit of spanking, oral, wee bit of hair pulling, anal play, unprotected sex, pet names, and just one way you can use a belt in the bedroom…)
“Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.”
“Pull over Mom”. “Again?” “Yeah. Again”.
Angie exhaled a frustrated sigh. She pulled the truck over, got out, and walked to the passenger side.
Her son Jordan looked her up and down. Cum was everywhere: splattered across her shirt, in her hair, and smeared all over her face. He yanked her shirt up, dropping her tits out of her top. Angie stifled a squeal as Jordan tugged on her nipples and massaged her chest. His hands dropped down to her waist and jerked her shorts down. Her underwear was gone, ripped off by Jordan hours ago when the trip started. Cum dribbled out of both of Angie’s holes.
Jordan unzipped his pants and his cock fell out. Angie felt his strong hand guide her head towards his cock. She opened and stuck out her tongue, taking the cock into her mouth. Jordan grabbed the side of her head and fucked her face.
Angie tried to enjoy it, telling herself that this was what her boy wanted most.