Christine ran her hands through her son's hair. She rubbed his arms. Wrapped her legs around his backside. Mother and son weren't really fucking, there wasn't enough room for that. They certainly weren't making love, though they both felt profound affection for each other in that moment. They were rutting. Humping like animals in heat. The whole car rocked back and forth with every thrust. Their grunts and whines ricocheted through the tiny cabin. The car stank of sopping pussy and meaty dick.
"I. Love. This. Cock!" Christine cried, punctuating each of her son's pushes. Driving himself deeper and deeper into his own mother. "I. Love. My. Son!"
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