Mike fucks up, and things get messy

"Too bad," you grunt, burying your cock in April's asshole again. "One Mom is driving, and the other is mine. Just jack off!"

"Fiiine," Michael sighs, whipping out his dick and stroking it rapidly. "Mmm... Fuck, they're so hot... This was a good call."

"You can say that again." You slap April's ass again, and she gives you a friendly smile in return. Her counterpart in the driver's seat looks over at the sudden sound, and her face is kind as well: just another day in the life of the perfect parent.

The driver's attention is soon stolen away, though, as Mike paws at her chest. He's jacking off with one hand while the other gropes her through the thin hospital gown, feeling up one oversized tit before moving to the other.

"Oooh fuck, Mom... I'm gonna--" Mike doesn't even make it to the end of the sentence before exploding. His hand moves furiously as spurt after spurt of his jizz splashes against the dashboard, painting the black glove compartment with glistening white streaks.

As Mike unloads, the hand on his mother's chest darts up to her shoulder. Then he pulls, forcing her to bend over the passenger seat.

"HEY! The roa-mmMMPPHH!" Her protests are cut off as Mike fills her mouth with his still-shooting cock. "Gggh... GGpphgh!" She tries to keep yelling at her son, but nothing but gurgles emerge as he fucks her face.

"DUDE! She's driving--Agh!" You bite your tongue as the car swerves, jolts, and comes to a stop. "Fuck! Goddammit, Mike!"

Your tongue isn't the only thing in pain, though: the sudden jolt drives you balls-deep into April's ass, impaling it in one swift, forceful motion. She screams, drowning out the **** you're trying to yell at Michael.

By the time your friend comes back to reality, two of his fellow riders are whimpering in pain while the other is coughing up cum into his lap. "Oh... Shit. Shit. Sorry, guys--"

"M-Michael," the April lying across his legs sputters. "That was really dangerous. If you want to fuck my mouth, you HAVE to tell me first so I can pull over!"

"She's right, young man," the other April continues. "You could've gotten us all killed."

"Speaking of," you cut in, massaging your jaw. "Is everyone okay? What did we hit?"

Everyone glances at one another, and then you move for the door. As you yank your cock out of April's ass, you notice that it's still rock-hard; you haven't cum yet, and somehow the crash hasn't killed your libido.