You crashed into another mother/son pair

You hop out of the minivan, followed closely by Mike and the two Aprils. It looks like you've arrived in the parking lot of the mall... And rammed straight into an expensive-looking sedan.

"Oh shit," you mutter as the owner of the banged-up vehicle emerges. She's a middle-aged Asian woman, perhaps in her late 30s, wearing a turtleneck sweater-dress that's stretched taught over her heavy tits. It cuts off mid-thigh, and her legs are bare down to her stiletto heels. There's fire in her eyes as they dart around, surveying the damage.

Mike must have grabbed the driving April just as she turned into the parking lot: she ended up T-boning the other vehicle as they were on the way out. Your bumper is jammed up against one of their back doors, denting it significantly.

"What are you, blind?" The woman's practically shaking. "You came right into my lane!"

Mike takes a step toward her, but you put your hand on his shoulder. I'm the one with special privileges, you think. Maybe it'll go better if I handle this.

"I'm really, really sorry about this," you begin. "The driver was kinda distracted with my bro here."

"I'm sure she was," the woman snaps, glaring at the cum-coated April. She then glances at the other April, and a look of confusion passes over her face for a moment before vanishing; she probably assumes they're identical twins. "You really shouldn't be doing that sort of thing while driving. If your, um... Boyfriend?"

"Son," Mike replies.

"If your son needs to get his rocks off, you should let him drive," she continues without missing a beat. "Road head is FAR less dangerous than whatever you were trying to pull!"

As if on queue, a young man (18 or 19, judging by his acne) emerges from the driver's seat of the dented sedan. It's clear why he took a moment before getting out: he's wiping at his legs with a paper towel, trying to remove the dark splotches on his cargo pants.

"What'd I miss, Mom?"

"You can stay in the car, hon," the woman sighs. "Clean yourself up."

"I tried. No good," the Asian teen replies with a shrug.

"...Whatever. Look, I hope you know you're paying for every penny of this," she says, staring Michael down.

"Hey, cool it," you cut in, moving closer to her. "I was the one who wanted an orgy in the car. Needed one, really... And can you blame me? Look at these beautiful sluts."

She gives the Aprils a split-second glance, but her son looks much more interested: he's practically licking his lips as he gawks at their scantily-clad bodies.

"...Okay... But that was still very, very irresponsible of you. You should have told your brother to wait."

"C'mon... Mike's like me," you reply, reaching out to place your hands on her hips. "When he sees a hot girl with a nice set of tits, well..." You move slowly upward until you're cupping her breasts through the sweater.

"Ah... Hey..." She still looks angry, but her tone is faltering. "That's--"

"Ssshh... It's all gonna be fine," you murmur as you play with her nipples. "This is a nice car... Nice clothes... I'm sure you can afford to take care of the damage. Why make it a big thing?"

She opens her mouth to reply, but you act quickly, spinning her around and bending her over the hood of the damaged car. Pushing up her sweater-dress, you're pleased to find a pert little butt covered only by a pair of flimsy silk panties.

"Yo," her son pipes up. "This gonna take a while? I've got an appointment, so..."

"I'll be quick," you grunt, ripping off her panties with ease and throwing them on the ground. Your cock is still hanging out from your backseat anal session and, and it pushes up against the woman's mound.

"We're not done," she breathes. "I still... Aaaaahh, oh my God..."

You push into her hot, surprisingly-wet pussy, moving gently at first but speeding up with each following stroke. In a matter of seconds, you're plowing her into the car as her son and your own twisted "family" look on.

"Isn't this better than fighting? This is what matters... Making me feel good."

"Feel... Good," she gasps, although you're not sure whether she's replying to what you said.

"I'm gonna cum soon. Where do you want it?"

That gets her attention; she shoots you a look of surprise, as though she's not used to being asked. "Um... Just do it inside."

"Uh, actually," her son says, leaning against the car. "If you're giving us a choice, then would you mind pulling out? That looks like fun... I might wanna have a turn after."

"Oh... Okay, hon," the woman says. "Pull out, I guess--Oh!"

"Too late," you moan as you hit your limit, painting her insides with the first wave of cum. Now that you've started, there's no way you're going anywhere; the rest of your jizz ends up in her pussy as well, until it's practically overflowing onto the hood of the car. That trickle becomes a waterfall as you pull out, allowing the woman's body to collapse against the metal.

"Dammit," her son says, though he only looks mildly annoyed. "Oh well. Extra lube, I guess." As you back away he takes your place, pulling his own (below-average) cock out.

"Uh, wait a sec Hon," the woman says timidly, straightening up a little. "I really think we should talk to these people and--"

"C'mon, Mom, you heard him. It was 'all about him feeling good' or whatever... Doesn't matter. Bend over."

You leave the mother and son to their fucking and bickering, and usher the others back to the car. "That could have gone worse" you say, patting Mike on the shoulder again. "How's the van?"

"Couple scratches on the bumper, maybe. Nothing much."

"Perfect. Let's get out of here while we still can."

One of the Aprils nods. "Should we head home?"

"Hell no," you reply, slapping her ass playfully. "We've still gotta go shopping!"