Family Ties/Let the trucker fuck you.

After letting Lance have a few moments to suck your tits and feel you up you lean back in his lap, baring all your weight on his cock and start grinding as hard as you can with your arms loosely wrapped around his neck. 'You wanna fuck me, don't ya baby?" You tease as you untie your bikini bottoms.

He frantically nods his head. "Oh fuck yea! I wanna screw you so bad Trixie!" He groans. It makes you horny to hear him call you that hooker name.

If Steven won't fuck me, I guess I'll have to get what I want from this guy. You think to yourself as you stand up and allow you bikini bottoms to hit the floor so you're standing in front of him completely naked. You run a solitary finger up your slit as you let him get a good look at you.

"We gotta hurry big boy." you say in a sultry voice. He lets out a horny chuckle as he grabs roughly by the hips and pulls you onto his hard cock. "Ooooooh, sweet Jesus!" You yell as your pussy is split by Lance's lance, praying nobody heard you outside.

You quickly find a comfortable rhythm, thrusting yourself up and down on his dick. He's all over you. His mouth sucking and nibbling on your huge tits, one hand giving your ass a couple of quick, light whacks while the other sticks a finger into your tight ass hole. For some one so young he sure is driving you crazy and you find yourself getting lost in the moment. With out any warning the trucker shoots a load of cum deep into your cunt and you return the favor by cumming all over his dick at the same time.

After a few moments of enjoying a little post orgasmic bliss, "I needed that Trixie." The trucker tells you as get up to put your clothes on.

You and me both, big boy. You think to yourself as you pull your bikini back on and tie it up properly, wanting to make sure you don't look like a slut who just got the life fucked out of her. With your bikini back in place you turn to see Lance standing there holding your jean shorts, offering them to you. "This kinda things never happen to me..." He comments with a shy smile on his handsome face.

"Me either sweetie.., but you were fucking amazing..." You assure him as you take your jean shorts off his hands before wrapping your arms around him to pull him into a deep, passionate kiss. You hadn't planned on kissing him, wanting to keep this being purely a fuck but there was something about him. It just felt so right and you even find yourself lingering in the make out session even longer, enjoying the feel on him holding you tightly against him.

Eventually you do pull away and Lance lets you with our a word. He then gives you a gentle smile and a slight head nod before leaving you alone in the shower room. "Wow....." You say out loud as you pull your shorts on, fantasizing about what it would be like to spend the light with Lance.

After getting dressed completely you slip out of the shower room into the hallway and start heading out of the truck stop, bumping into Heather as she is leaving the ladies room. "There you are sweetie..." You say, thinking quickly and acting as if you were just looking for her. She looks a little out of sorts and you notice that her bikini top and been retied differently then it was when the three of you entered. "Baby.., are you sure everything is all right, you're just acting a bit strangely and I'm worried. Are you and dad fighting about something, you want me to talk to him?" You ask, unable to hide the concern in your voice.

Heather gives you a look like she is about ready to cry, fueling your concern for her. What the hell is going on with her?? You think to yourself as Heather wraps her arms around you and start hugging you tightly. You taken off by Heather's affectionate gesture, "Oh sweetheart it's OK.., tell me what going on.., I wanna help." With your oldest daughter wrapped up in your arms you actually finder yourself enjoying being pressed up against her like this, like wearing so little. It's then you glance down and notice that she has removed her bikini bottoms and tucked them into her back pocket. Why did she do that?

All at once Heather pulls from your embrace, looking much better than she did before. 'Nothing mom.., everything is fine..." She says reassuringly before walking out with you towards the R.V. You slip your hands into your pocket while trying to decode what just happened with your fingers find a small slip of paper. It doesn't take more then a second to realize that Lance must have put it there while you were putting you bikini back on after the two of you got done fucking. You pull it out and see that it's his name and his phone number with a request to call him sometime. You put it back into your pocket quickly as you and Heather get to the R.V. Steven is already there holding the door open for the two of you.

You:

Grab shotgun so you can talk to Steven about Heather.

Go to the back bedroom alone so you can call Lance.

Take Heather to the back bedroom so you can talk to her more.

Family Ties Character Bio		Lust/Attraction Level	Sexual experience	Sexual Partners	Notes
Name	Stacy	Lance 9 Timmy 8 Heather 4 Steven -1	Had many partners Participated in incest Been with under aged boys Have played with yourself for Tyler to watch Fucked Lance in a truck stop shower room	Steven Lance	Ready to divorce Steven Lance has given you his phone number. Deeply concerned about Heather.
Age	31
Gender	Female
Experience	Slut
Attributes
Tits	38 DDD
Pussy	Wet
Fertile	Ovulating
Horniness	7 Horny but concerned