Let's just say that the car ride will be a true test of their wills.

On the way back, Monica's hands kept straying from the wheel to Addie's soft thighs, lightly caressing them. The touch sent small jolts of pleasure directly into her pussy, the swollen, sensitive flesh twitching madly, but Monica would not go any further than her daughter's thighs - while she did want to make Addie scream in pleasure, the day had been far too amazing to end in a car crash.

"Mom--ah! God, I want you so bad... your hard dick deep inside me... mmmmmhhh, stirring me up..." Addie moaned, head on the backrest of her seat, both eyes closed in bliss.

"Me too, baby, but we gotta get home first," Monica answered, barely resisting the urge to just park the car on the side of the road and jump her irresistible little girl to lick her juicy pussy until she writhed in pleasure. Despite the desire and arousal flooding her body, Monica's cock was only twitching weakly - fatigue had finally caught up with her. But it didn't matter: There were oh so many ways to make Addie squeal that didn't involve her mother's hard, throbbing cock.

Addie herself was only just able to keep her hands from straying into her jeans to play with her clit until she collapsed in her seat, the car reeking of her juices. But she didn't want to distract her mother any more than she already was, even if that meant doing her best to ignore the drenched panties clinging to her snatch and how her swollen nipples felt as if they would poke holes through her lacy bra. Still, Addie couldn't help but squirm a little in her seat, a fact that was of course not lost on her equally horny mother.

Any driving instructor worth his salt would have been impressed with how Monica managed to reach their house in record time without breaking any laws in the process.