When we got to the school parking lot, my MILFy lover pointed to the black SUV. She hit the remote and popped the rear hatch. I parked at kind of a weird angle – hoping to block anybody on the street from seeing us. I grabbed a moving blanket from my back seat, laid it (still folded in fourths) on the thin carpet – to give her some cushion – and (hopefully) make clean-up quicker. I found a flat rock and duct-taped it over the pressure-switch that triggered the interior lights. With all of that in place, we got undressed.
My mother-in-law climbed into the back of the Driver’s Ed Car, lay down on the moving blanket, and hooked her toes onto the door-molding above my head, spreading herself open wide.
She was as hot as ever and I was horny as fuck. I stuffed my face against her already-slickened slit and reached through her legs to squeeze her fabulous breasts as I munched, sucked, and licked her through her first orgasm.
“Fuck, Reg! Get it in me!” she moaned when she was done cumming.
I finished licking her clean and wiped my face on the blanket. Then I stood up, hooked my hands around her legs, and shoved my way inside of her exquisite tightness.
“Fuck, yes!” she moaned.
I could hear her words echoing off of the brick walls behind me. I threatened her with the duct-tape if she couldn’t keep quiet. The sound of my ball-sac slapping against her ass was bad enough.
We’d been at it for several minutes – and I was getting a little fired-up – moving towards the point of no return – when I heard a dog barking. The sound was getting closer.
“What is it, Sparky?” I heard Old Man Jenkins say.
“Fuck,” I thought. “We’re cooked.”
I froze as the beam of a flashlight swung around the corner of the building and lit up the SUV and my car. My head was in the shadow or I would have been blinded. I didn’t move. Kelsey’s cunt was clenched so tightly that I thought it was going to force my prick out of her.
After what seemed like eons, he tugged at the leash and said, “Come on, now.”
Sparky resisted for the first ten feet or so and then finally gave in and started pulling the janitor down the sidewalk once more.
I was still nervous as hell but my sexy partner was impatient and started fingering her clit & slit above my stiff intrusion.
“Fuck! You’re tight!” I whispered, renewing my attack.
Her fingers might have been busy but, her ass & her pussy were still clenched down in nervous tension. The next couple minutes were like fucking a virgin. She cooed and keened.
When her pussy finally opened back up, I started powering into her. I didn’t know if Jenkins made a loop – or did a down & back – but I wasn’t waiting around to find out.
My grunts echoed into the cavernous vehicle and her strained vocalizations were rebounding off of the school building again. I pushed all of that out of my mind and fucked the shit out of her.
She gave up twiddling her clit and went back to groping her breasts. Her tight titties were wobbling back and forth as I pumped my cock into her over & over again.
The dim light of the distant street light was all I needed to be able to observe my sexy partner’s heavenly expression as I brought her to her second climax.
I had hoped I would be able to last longer – and give her a third orgasm – but that was it for me. As soon as her body signaled that she was cumming, I slammed into her until my balls couldn’t handle it anymore and I started giving her all of that special sauce she had ordered.
When she was finally breathing normally again and ready to get dressed, I had to help her to her feet. Thankfully, the moving blanket had done its job and there was no clean-up. I tossed it in my back seat, removed the rock & duct tape, and closed the hatch on the SUV.
When I got into the car, Kelsey was still a little out of it so I found the key-fob, triggered the locks, and we got the hell out of there.
Kasey was sleeping when we slipped into the bedroom. Personally, I think she was faking it – to keep her mom from being able to pick her next location – but we cuddled into bed with her and fell asleep.
~~~ Thursday ~~~
When I got home from Pop’s, the two of them were on the couch again. Kasey had her tablet. They still had the video, from the night before, pulled up on the screen.
“Jenkins knew that was you,” Kasey informed me.
“He asked about your car today,” Kelsey added, smiling.
“Oh, yeah?”
“I told him you were helping me transfer some Science stuff.”
“Did you mention that it was a gooey, milky liquid?”
“It didn’t come up,” she said, smirking.
She held out the bag.
I walked over, reached my hand inside, pulled out a slip of paper, and handed it, still folded, to Kasey.
She unfolded it and read it aloud, “Reggie’s old bedroom.”
Kelsey thought for a second and said, “Your mom work Saturday morning this week?”
“Almost always.”
“We’ll wait for her to leave and sneak over.”
I nodded.
“Grab your glasses,” Kasey told me.
“We’re not waiting until dark?” I asked her.
“Paul says it’ll be dark enough by the time we get there,” she replied.
“… and Paul is…?” Kelsey asked, suddenly curious.
“Counter-intelligence – he’s going to help me eliminate grandma’s motion lights and security cameras,” Kasey reported.
“How much did you tell him?” I asked her.
“Just that we wanted to leave a surprise in her back yard and we didn’t want to get busted doing it,” she replied.