A huge mess on the way into town

Jimmy stroked himself for several minutes, one hand on his thick shaft while the other cupped the tip: the condom was stretched to its limit, after all, and he didn't want it flying off.

Audrey tried to monitor her son's genitals without looking directly at them. They also shied away from each other's gaze, though she murmured the occasional encouragement.

It didn't take long for Jimmy to reach his limit: while the situation was awkward and the bimbo/****/cuckolding video wasn't quite what he was used to, there was only so long he could hold out while watching the pornstar mom's fake tits bounce.

"Guh... Gonna..." Without thinking he wrapped both hands around his girth, one above the other, jacking off furiously as his orgasm approached. The condom perched precariously on his tip, just barely glued on by a sticky layer of pre-cum.

"Honey, watch out--" Noticing what was about to happen, Audrey lunged forward and pressed the tiny plastic cover against her son's member. She held it in place as Jimmy gave his shaft one final, firm stroke; the sensation of his mother's hands on his cockhead made his balls churn even more.

"Mmm... Muh... Mommy," Jimmy moaned, his voice barely audible above the SPLURT as his father's spare condom was filled to the brim. Audrey held on tight, keeping the warm, jiggling balloon in place... But that was only the first pump, and the next sent trickles of jizz overflowing down her hands and Jimmy's member. As the horrified mother kept up her grip, the third blast had nowhere to go but through.

Jimmy growled with pleasure as the condom burst open, splattering thick wads of seed all over Audrey, the back of the driver's seat, and the monitor where porn was still blasting. The pornstars were just getting to the money shot as well, though the actor's load wasn't even a tenth as big as Jimmy's. After that a compilation of propaganda clips began to play, but nobody was watching anymore (not that they could, with half the screen pasted-over).

"Ohmygawd," Emily shrieked, pressing herself against the car door as she tried to avoid getting cum on her skirt.

Her mother had no such option, and could only sputter and gasp as Jimmy's load fell on her entire upper body, face included. One thick blob landed on her cheek, some of it sliding into her mouth while the rest dripped down her chin and onto her cleavage.

"Uuungh... Uh. S-sorry, Mom." Jimmy leaned back, exhausted. "...I think I'm okay now."

"Thub gooph--Glgh..." Upon finding her mouth full, Audrey reflexively gulped down about a cup of her son's jizz. "Th-that's good, Honey. Really--guh... Good." Then her eyes went wide as she realized what she'd done. She looked around frantically, but nobody had noticed: Francis was driving, Emily was scowling out the window, and Jimmy was just beginning to close his eyes.

What they did notice was Jimmy's load, which soon filled the car with the odd-yet-familiar scent of fresh sperm. Francis hit the button to roll down every window, while Emily finally glanced back at her brother and his mess.

"Oh fuck, it's everywhere," she whined.

"Emily! Watch your language," her father snapped. "Quit complaining and help your mother clean up."

"Relax, Dear, this is our fault for... For over-medicating our son," Audrey replied, crawling awkwardly into the back seat. She knelt between her two children and she reached into the trunk for more tissues, trying and failing to avoid the mess that was spreading across the leather upholstery. Soon her leggings were soaked-through, and sticky ropes clung to the hem of her dress.

I can't believe this shit, Emily thought as her mother stuck a box of Kleenex into her hands. I knew America would be weird, but... I dunno, I thought I would just get ravished by a couple handsome boys or something. Not THIS.

Mother and daughter worked together to try and sop up Jimmy's load, going through one fresh box, then another, then another. The used-up ones were thrown in the back, though they were far from empty: each was full to the brim with gooey, wadded-up tissues. They ran out long before finishing the clean-up job: the back of the driver's seat was relatively cum-free, and Emily's side of the car fared well, but there was still a waterfall of jizz flowing down Jimmy's crotch, all over his pants and underwear, then onto the floor where it formed a thick puddle.

"Um, Dear... You might want to move your seat forward," Audrey told her husband timidly, wiping her hands with the last tissue. "There's a bit of a puddle, and we're all out of supplies back here."

"Ugh. Damn kid," Francis grumbled as he pushed his seat up. Drugging that little cum-factory was supposed to make things EASIER... At least he'll be good and empty by the time we arrive.

Luckily, the Millers didn't have to sit in the semen-stained rental car for much longer. They soon passed a sign reading "Welcome to Wonderful Salt Bay." Francis smiled when he read it, completely ignoring the small plywood sign which was shoddily tacked-on beneath: "Abandon hope, dads who enter here."