Front Seat Treat

“Did you make a stinky poo poo? Do you need your diapy changed?”

There she goes with that fucking voice again. Talking to her husband as if he were a toddler while he squishes around in the back seat. It’s all so weird, but I put up with it because, damn, just look at that ass!

I can't help myself, I give it a playful smack, causing her to yelp mid-conversation and turn back to give me a bemused—but not all-together perturbed—look. She was saying something about taking him to the back of the car for “changies” when I hiked up her skirt and started pulling down her panties.

“What are you doing?” She asked me in her normal voice, not that high-pitched babytalking one. I didn’t say anything, just kept playing with her cheeks as I snaked her panties down her leg. She quickly caught my intent.

“Not here!” She whispered, as if others were here.

“Of course right here,” I said. She was about to change a grown man’s diaper right here, why not have a little more—adult—fun too?

She wiggled her hips in minor protest, but not enough to show she wasn’t interested. I carefully slipped a finger between the lips of her pussy and found that she was wetter than her husband’s diaper. She let out a long exhale as I pressed it further into her, angling my finger down to play with her g-spot. She didn’t protest this time. In fact, she pushed her hips back against me, bending over further to let me know it was all mine. Her breathing became heavier, the heat between her legs grew, and soon she was panting.

“Fuck me.” She hissed, unable to take it anymore. “Right here. Right now.”

I smirked over at her husband through the seats as I began fiddling with my belt buckle. His stupid-ass face whimpering behind that ridiculous pacifier in his mouth. I kept my eyes on him as I put my rock hard cock between his wife’s legs. She was still bent over, waiting for me, gaping for me.

My dick slid in easily, and she seemed grateful for every inch of it. I pounded her right then and there. The sound of our cheeks clapping mixing with the songs of the birds and her moans. Her stupid ass husband was whining too, but the pacifier muffled most of it.

“Oh. My. GOD!!” she roared in rhythm. Bucking her hips back against mine in a damn-near feral way. She let out gutteral groans and I could feel her pussy muscles clenching in waves as the orgasm coursed through her. I stopped and let her catch her breath, allowing her eyes to return from the back of her head, before grabbing her hips and pounding her into another one.

When it was done, she pulled up her panties, letting my juices drip into them, and snapped her ‘mommy’ voice back on.

“Okay sweetie! Back of the car for changie time!!” She cooed. “Then you can suck on the wittle pwesent Daddy made for you in my panties!!”