An even bigger mess on the way to dinner

The Millers’ blue sedan pulled back onto to the road, headed North along the South Bay waterfront. This time, everyone but Francis was in the back seat.

Emily sat on the right, looking as embarrassed as before. She stared out the window, letting the depraved sights of Salt Bay wash over her... But her hand was moving, slowly jerking her brother’s cock.

Jimmy sat in the middle, his posture relaxed but his member rock-hard. He was bottomless now, leaning back to enjoy the double-handjob that his mother and sister were giving him.

Audrey was on Jimmy’s left, where he had sat during their road trip. Her son’s jizz-stains from earlier were soaking through her dress from the waist down, with plenty more filling her shoes. She was the one who failed to contain his orgasm, after all, and now it was her responsibility to soak it up with her own clothes.

Cleaning up the car was a futile project, however: there was plenty more cum on the way. As Francis drove them slowly through the rush-hour traffic, Jimmy had plenty of time to let his Beta girls jerk him to completion.

Without warning, he rapidly shot eight full ropes of cum between the front seats, splattering the dashboard and gearshift with an inhuman amount of spunk.

“Jesus!” The car swerved as Francis jerked away from his son’s load, nearly plowing into oncoming traffic.

“Eyes on the road, Dear,” Audrey said tersely, still rubbing Jimmy’s glistening cock: he wasn’t going soft, and he hadn’t told her to stop yet.

“Shit... Okay, okay.” Francis hunched his shoulders, took a deep breath, and tried to focus on the act of driving... But the moment it was time to shift gears, he ended up with a gooey handful of Jimmy’s seed. “Agh!”

“Oops,” Jimmy chuckled, too caught up in the moment to care about the car, his father, or really anything that wasn’t the warm, blissful feeling between his legs. “Ooh... Heads up...”

Another mini-orgasm sent more jizz flying across the car, less than thirty seconds after the previous load. This one left a cloudy patch on the windshield, dripping slowly towards the glove compartment.

Shit, my sunglasses are in there, Francis thought, though he didn’t dare reach across the cum-corridor to rescue them. At least it’s not blocking my view.

After a few minutes of silence (apart from the shlick, shlick, shlick of two hands on a wet cock), Emily was the next to speak. “Where are we even going?”

“Dinner. I already said,” Jimmy muttered distractedly.

“Okay, but where?”

Francis was already scanning for a restaurant, **** to get out of the car before they all drowned in his son’s ejaculate. “There's a nice-looking place right up there. I’ll find parking--I mean, if that’s okay?”

“Yep, go for... For... Fuuuck!” Jimmy’s arms flailed for purchase as he let loose again. One hand ended up on his mother’s breast, squeezing it roughly. The other slapped against the backseat monitor, activating it and starting another propaganda-filled porn video.

"...Glch, glch, glch..."

"That's it, take it deep Mommy... Get me nice and ready for Daddy's ass."

"C'mon and fuck me already, Master! You spent so much of my hard-earned money on this big, fat, fuckable butt... Time to test it out! God, YES, fill me--"

Emily's head snapped around. "Uuum, Mom, can we turn that off?"

"Ask your brother," Audrey replied flatly.

"N-naw, leave it on," Jimmy said, grabbing a handful of his sister's breast as well.

"C'mon, seriously? It's so--"

Francis cleared his throat, raising his voice to be heard over the wet slapping noises both on- and off-screen. "We're here."