[Lovebite]

Only about thirty minutes went by with James jr writhing in his seat as he clutched his belly and dug his nails into his palm. When the boy finally began tugging off his sweatshirt, his tee shirt had large pit stains and his face glistened with sweat. The teenager didn't look to his dad as he took off his second layer of shirt so he sat in his white undershirt that stretched over his watermelon shaped middle. He had pushed himself to the edge of the seat as he cradled his middle for a moment, a grimace on his face, trying not to over react. Though it felt something was bracing itself right in his ass and he didn't know where to move to be more comfortable. He twisted around for another few minutes with his face pressed against the leather of the dashboard.