"Guess what!" he smirked, reaching over and grabbing at her pussy through her skirt.

"What?" she giggled, grabbing his crotch through his pants.

"You didn't guess," he snorted as they sped along.

"You fucked Mom," she said sarcastically, roughly squeezing his balls.

"How did you know," he snorted.

"You really fucked Mom?" Kathy asked incredulously, unzipping his pants. "You mean it?"

"Yeah, yesterday afternoon before Dad got home," he grinned vainly, "but there's more. Even better."

"What? What else could be any more fucking exciting than fucking Mom," Kathy grinned at him.

"I've been doing her for a long time," he laughed as Kathy fished out his semi-hard peter. "But there's more."

"What? What?" she asked, squeezing his rapidly hardening cock.

"I think she's going to let me start fucking you again," he grinned at her.

"Huh? What did you say?" she wanted to know, her chin dropping and her mouth gaping open. "How, what, how did you accomplish that?"

"I told her about you and Dad," he told her.

"You did what?" she asked incredulously. "You told her that Daddy fucked me?"

"Yeah, I told her what you and Dad did," he smiled maliciously, "and then I asked her why I couldn't fuck you if Dad could."

"Oh, crap," Kathy groaned, letting go of his cock and flopping back against the seat. "When did all this happen?" ......(cont)