Family road trip to Salt Bay

The blue sedan puttered its way down the road, passing scenic Washington farmland and the occasional lake. It had been 45 minutes since it passed the last gas station, and nearly eleven since the Miller family rented it at an airport in Montana. Francis Miller, a chubby man in his late forties, was at the wheel.

His wife Audrey, a thick, busty brunette ten years his junior, was doing a crossword puzzle in the passenger seat.

Their daughter Emily was behind her, texting away: at 20 years, she was definitely "too old" for family road trips. Still, part of her was pleased to be in America, the mythical place from all her favorite TV shows. While she wasn't as curvy or stacked as her mother, there was a clear facial resemblance.

Finally, their son Jimmy was sitting behind his dad. He was the youngest member of the Miller family at 18, and the one most looking forward to their arrival in Salt Bay.

He was watching a show in the headrest monitor, a sitcom that featured fewer and more softcore sex acts than average. That was no accident: since the minute they arrived in America, Jimmy's parents had been dosing him with some serious, breeder-grade ****. The "SpermiZan" pills were meant to enhance libido and semen-production, and they worked just as well as advertised.

Back in the Millers' home country, the laws and culture surrounding free use were unusually old-fashioned. Monogamy was expected, and only married couples were allowed to fuck in public. As such Jimmy had never been with a woman, despite reaching the age of majority almost a month ago. He watched jealously as all the male movie stars and TV characters got their rocks off, however and wherever they wanted... And he dreamed of a day when he could finally move to a more sexually liberated country.

After relentless begging and pleading, Francis Miller agreed to plan a vacation to America, the birthplace of free use. "We'll get it out of your system," he told his son while booking the trip. "Hell, we'll even buy you some of those fancy Pearson aphrodisiacs they've got overseas. You'll be so fed up with that lifestyle, you'll be begging to come home." After a quick glance at a "top ten free use tourist destinations" list, Francis decided they'd take a road trip across the American heartland before staying in Salt Bay, Washington.

As Jimmy watched his program, he shifted uncomfortably. His parents had given him a lot of Spermizan, hoping that once they arrived he'd fly into a fuck-frenzy and tire himself out... But their timing had been off, and his balls were already working overdrive.

"Mom, I think, uhm... I have to... You know." Jimmy suddenly said, startling his mom so much that she dropped her pen.

Beside him, Emily rolled her eyes and moaned. "Again? Jeez, you just went!"

"That was two hours ago!" Jimmy protested, turning off the monitor; he could no longer stand the sight of the main character blowing her boss.

"It's okay, Hun," his mother Audrey said, rummaging in her purse for tissues. Her husband was already slowing the car down, pulling over to the side of the road. "Alright, careful when you open the door. Watch for traffic!"

Emily snorted "What traffic mom? We're still in the middle of nowhere, thanks to Jimbo."

While Jimmy hastily unbuckled his seat belt, Audrey gave Emily a stern glance. "Enough with the sarcasm, young lady. Have some compassion for your brother's condition."

Jimmy pushed the door open and jumped out of the car, practically running for the nearest ditch.

"Yeah, like jerking off all over the place is a condition," Emily mumbled, but when she met Francis's eyes in the rear view mirror she fell silent. He then looked out of the side window and saw his son standing a ways away from the street, his pants around his ankles. Jimmy's hand was moving frantically at his crotch, a scandalous act that they'd become used to so very quickly. Audrey was a few feet behind him, a box of tissues in hand.

The poor boy had ejaculated nearly two dozen times since they left the airport, and he never knew when the urge would hit him next. When they made their first stop for breakfast he had to jump from his seat at the roadside restaurant, sprinting to the nearest bathroom. Even in the crowded room, they could hear every massive spurt of jizz splashing into the toilet. The next stop he wasn't so lucky, leaving the bathroom (and the hallways outside) a gooey mess. The time after that he barely managed to leave their lunch table: the stimulation of standing up was too much, and a thick white waterfall began flowing out of his shorts and down his thigh.

At least he made it out of the car, Emily thought as she watched her mother hand Jimmy the box of tissues; it looked as though he had finished jacking off into the ditch. Unfortunately, in reaching for the box he lost his footing, nearly falling down the steep slope. His hugely-swollen cock bounced into the air, shooting one final rope of cum across his mother's thigh. As her black leggings were painted white, she tensed up and took a step back: this was Audrey's first time touching her own son's semen, though it certainly wouldn't be the last.

After a deep breath, she smiled reassuringly and took the tissues back from Jimmy... Only to find that he'd already used the entire box all drying off his soft-but-still-leaking member. He offered her the gooey wad, but she shook her head and started making her way back to the car.

It's like watching a drunk friend hurl after long night of clubbing, Emily thought. Funny, but also sad, and DEFINITELY embarrassing. She looked at Jimmy's empty seat, covered in both dried and fresh stains. Half of their luggage was boxes of Kleenex, but supplies were rapidly getting low. At least we'll have tons of room for shopping. As she looked up again, she saw that her mom and brother were approaching the car, both looking shaken. Without a word Jimmy opened the door, sat down, and buckled up.

"All good, big man?" Their father's tone was encouraging, but also a little awkward. Jimmy nodded silently. "Let's hope you still have some, uh, creative juices left when we get to Salt Bay. I think I read something about a 'Museum of Breast Implants...' Sounds fun, right?"

"D-Dad, please," Jimmy stammered, his crotch visibly twitching. "Let's just drive."

"No, you're right Dear," his mother piped up. "He's probably almost dry by now. Maybe we should give him another dose, so he's still riled up when we get there?"

"I don't think I need--No, really, I..." Before Jimmy could protest further, two large, blue pills were dropped into his hand. "...Guys..."

"Nonsense. Take your medicine," Francis said. "We've only got four days in Salt Bay, and I don't want to spend them chasing you around. You'll get it out of your system--"

"...In the first hour. Yeah, I know, Dad," Jimmy sighed, swallowing the pills. "Then I'll never, eeever want to live in a free use country again. I get it."

"Damn straight," Francis continued happily. "I just hope we don't run out of tissues before we get there!"

"Mmm," his wife murmured, cracking open another box to clean the jizz off of her dress.

With his balls drained and his embarrassment fading, Jimmy lay back against the headrest and began to doze off.

Many thanks to /u/freeuse_magazine on reddit for allowing me to use their post as the basis for this branch.