"Okay, okay, I won't, but I won't wait forever. One of these days your mother will find someone to marry and then she'll leave you. By then you might not be able to find someone who wants you. You're not getting any younger, you know."

Her body screamed for relief, but his words turned her blood cold. "Damn you, Chuck, we're making love and all you can do is talk against my mother."

"Jesus, Pam, it's so damn uncomfortable here in the car. If you'd marry me we could get our own place and do it on a nice comfortable bed."

"Comfort! Is that all you think about? Your comfort? What about me?"

"I am thinking about you." He yanked his zipper down and grabbed her hand. "Here. Squeeze it."

Angry as she was, she still couldn't resist taking his cock in her fist. "Well, don't nag me any more about marriage."

"Okay, honey. Jesus, that feels good when you do that. Touch my cockhead here. Yeah, use your thumb on the ridge. Should I put it in now?"

"Not yet." Her pussy throbbed at the feel of his prick. She wanted it inside her, but she wanted to punish him too. It would serve him right if she only let him finger her. Yes, that was what she'd do. She'd give him a hand job. Then maybe next time he wouldn't nag her about Mother.

Old memories flashed through her mind as she pumped his cock. When she was a teenager her mother had caught her in bed with a boyfriend.

"Slut!" Maggie had screamed. "You'll go to hell for this!"

A week later, Pam had watched her mother getting her ass reamed. Maggie frequently brought men to the house after her husband died, but she pretended to be a virtuous, mourning widow. All this had affected the teenager. Now she was a grown woman with sexual hang-ups, still living under the thumb of her mother.

"Can I put it in now?" Chuck panted.

"Why do you always have to ask?" she hissed.