Duncan Fox: Spankin mommy

"Let's go somewhere else," Ann suggested, looking straight at him.

Charlie's heart began hammering. He was sweating badly. "Like where?"

"Oh, someplace more private," Ann replied.

"But I don't know any place."

"I…"

"Okay, let's go," Charlie agreed nervously. The speaker clattered maddeningly when he unhooked it to replace it on the pole. He had the feeling everyone in the drive-in was starring at him.

"No, don't," Ann ordered, putting a restraining hand on his arm when he started to tuck his cock back into his pants. "Leave it out."

"B-But someone might see," he stammered.

"I know! Isn't it great?"

Charlie wasn't so sure, but decided not to argue. It seemed safe enough, it was so dark. And it was exciting. He started the car, switched on the parking lights and pulled forward. His eyes met Ann's in the rear-view mirror. There was a hot, mischievous sparkle in them. He turned towards the exit.

She slid her sweater down her arms and off, folded it neatly and put it on the seat to her right. Charlie's eyes pin balled from the road to the mirror to her nude chest. Her titties gleamed in the light from the screen. They were gentle mounds with no crease on the underside. Her nipples, on the exact apex of each boob, were dark, small, tarp cones.

He reached the highway and stopped.

"That way," Ann indicated. Then she placed both hands on her waist, turned gracefully away from him, and looked down.

Charlie flicked the turn indicator, checked the traffic, and pulled out. When he got the car up to speed, he glanced over at her. He was just in time to see her lift her ass off the seat and shed her short skirt down her legs and off. She held it theatrically in front of herself and folded it very neatly before putting it with her sweater.

She was stark naked. Sitting beside him in the car, the street lights sweeping over her petite, graceful body, she was stark naked! She looked over at him. Her smile was pure, blazing beautiful wickedness. "Well?"

"You're – gorgeous," Charlie said hoarsely.

"Thank you." She gave his cock a quick squeeze. "So are you. Why don't you do the same thing?"

"I'm driving," Charlie explained lamely.

"Okay, I'll help. You keep driving."

She unbuttoned his sports shirt. Steering first with one hand and then the other, he wriggled out of it. She put it aside. The air coming in the open window was cool and exciting. It blasted his bare chest.

Turning on the seat to face him, Ann unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the waistband of his trousers. He was having trouble keeping the car in the proper lane, and the speed kept dropping, then picking up when he remembered. They were on a main thoroughfare, with streetlights on both sides. He managed to keep the speed right to make all the traffic lights for ten blocks, then was caught by one.

"Shit!" He halted reluctantly, wishing he had run the yellow. He checked the mirror, terrified someone was going to pull up next to them.

"Pick up your bottom," Ann ordered, hauling his pants down.

Awkwardly, Charlie heaved his ass up off the seat and let her drag his pants and underpants down around his thighs. His cock burned as it dragged through the fly of his underpants. The upholstery felt strange against his bare butt.

"Quick, get your feet out," Ann ordered. She leaned over to hold his trousers and underpants.

"The light's changing," Charlie informed her.

Charlie hurried, which made it take even longer. He had his foot off both the gas, and the brake. The car was creeping forward slowly from the drag in the automatic transmission. From behind, a galaxy of headlights bore down on them. A horn blew and a car swerved past. Charlie fought to kick his feet free of his pants. Finally free of them, he jammed his foot down on the gas. The car lurched away from the light, throwing Ann back against the seat. She giggled, then untangled his trousers and folded them flatly and put them beside her.

Charlie shook his head, and wondered if be had gone crazy. Then Ann's hand closed around his prick, and he knew he hadn't. She leaned forward, and her lips closed around the knob of his rod. He felt that searing seeping pleasure again as his cock hardened instantly.

Then she sat up and curled her hand around his hard-on.

"Turn right at the next light," she ordered.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see." She gazed unconcernedly at the passing scenery and squeezed his towering hard-on.

Taking one hand from the steering wheel, he curled his arm around her shoulder, then eased his hand down and cupped her boob.

At last they arrived at a deserted dirt road. It was blocked by a chain suspended between two trees.

"Well?" he asked stupidly.

"What do you mean, 'Well?' Grab the blanket and let's go," she said, slightly acidly.

Charlie felt like a complete fool. When she had told him to bring a blanket, he had thought it we to wrap up in if it got cold at the movies. He reached into the back seat and got the blanket, then let her drag him along by one hand. The dust and rocks in the dirt road felt gritty under his bare feet. Ann held his hand and they walked along just the way they did when they walked in the park.

She guided him off the road and into a small clearing. He spread the blanket on the grass. A full moon flooded the clearing with silvery light.

When he put his arms around her and drew her against him, her head barely came to his chin. Her petite body pressed warmly against his, like living satin. The tips of her boobs were hard little knots against his chest. Her sleek, slender thighs spread, captured one of his. He felt her pussy hair scratch his thigh.

Releasing him, she slid downward. She bent her legs, knelt in front of him, and gripped his throbbing prick. Again he felt the warm, wet embrace of her mouth on his knob. She bathed his cockhead with her tongue, stroked it wetly as she sucked it in. He touched her head, combed his fingers through her short brown hair. He pulled her forward, forcing her to take more of his pulsing dick into her mouth. Instinctively, his hips thrust forward in a fucking motion, driving his prick to the back of her mouth. He felt her trying to pull back, pull away, felt her trying to free herself from his demanding hard-on. He held her trapped. His hands were clutching her hair, pulling her forward, forcing her to take his cock deeper. Something in him wanted to feel his cock jamming her throat, wanted to force her to take his load in her mouth.

It took a powerful effort of will for Charlie to uncurl his fingers and release Ann's head so she could pull back and breathe. For a moment she looked up at him with a trace of fear. She had seen something in him that frightened her, something that she hadn't expected.

Then she drew him down on the blanket beside her and they clutched each other hungrily. She lay back, presenting her petite body to him. She held his wrists gently as his hands explored her body. He pinched her tits. Lust – almost pain – flashed across her face. He fought the urge to pinch her harder, and instead stroked his hands down to her flat, trim waist. His thumbs met on her stomach and his fingers almost touched the pound on either side of her, she was so small. He squeezed her, felt her flesh yield to his powerful grip. He probed his thumbs into the dark oval of her navel, held her steady as she writhed on the blanket.

Then he slid his hands lower. With his eyes on her face, he probed the hot nest of her pussy, drilled one thumb into her seething cunt. Hot ripples of wet flesh embraced him warmly.

A hand curled around his spit-damp prick and squeezed it, testing its hardness. A thumb ran over the tip of his prick, smearing his secretions over his hot meat.

"Fuck me," she moaned softly. "Please fuck me!"

Charlie held back. He stroked his thumb the length of her steaming gash, watched her writhe from the stimulation. Then he covered her body with his. His hips nestled between her gaping thighs and his cock probed her crotch. He humped impatiently. His prick slid through her hot gash, missing the mark. Drawing back, he tried again. This time his cock plunged into her slick hale.