Sighing, Jessica turned toward home, which was a small, run-down home that her step-dad, Ray, hadn't done a thing to repair. The once-painted sides were now mostly exposed to the weather and looked ready to collapse. Weeds choked the lawn, but the muscle car in the drive-way was gleaming and had never failed to come roaring to life.
Jessica would never admit it to anyone, but she'd been able to masturbate to orgasm thinking about that car. Since it was always her step-dad at the wheel he'd naturally been in the orgasm. Thinking back she could remember the fantasy where she was riding the thick stiff shift, and felt her inner thighs becoming slick with her own juices.
Snapping out of the fantasy she realized that if she went in to her room she'd see Ray, and since she'd taken some money from his dresser before leaving he might have already noticed. Not that he was normally sober, being a fat old slob who's main occupation was drinking and bitching about the government and what whores Jessica's generation had been, and how they needed to be put over their daddy's knees and have the whorishness whipped out of them. Jessica's eyes always glazed over at that point as she squirmed, her mind full of the idea and her crotch curiously damp.
Looking back at the car she noticed the garage was open, and full of beer cans and bottles. Ray always saved them up so he could return them to the beer store. Apparently you could get a lot of money if you did that, and Jessica wondered if that was another possibility. |