Post Lunch Load

Going out for lunch had not been the best idea. Somehow your aunt convinced you and your mother that she would be able to hold out for the whole trip, but now you were on your way back to the apartment after visiting an entirely too expensive and too far away restaurant. You would be on this freeway for another twenty minutes on a good day. Today was not a particularly good day. Traffic stretched into the horizon.

“I don’t think I can make it all the way back,” groaned your aunt, her skirt hiked up enough for her hand to get between her legs.

“There’s nowhere to pull over, Les!” your mother complained, cursing the cars surrounding them. “And stop playing with yourself, you’re getting all over the leather!” The sisters sat at the front, your mother driving while your aunt was squirming on the passenger side. You sat at the back behind your aunt’s seat staring out the window, idly grabbing at your erection, trying to concentrate on anything else. Your aunt had been moaning and squeezing herself for the last 15 minutes. Traffic wasn’t moving slow enough that the car would come to a complete stop, but it wasn’t exactly flowing smoothly either. You heard a click as Leslie unbuckled her seatbelt. “Les what are you doing?” cried Patty, trying to keep her eyes on the road but supremely distracted back the fact that her sister was now trying to crawl into the back seat. The hungry look in Leslie’s eyes seeing you back here made you gulp. She squeezed herself through the seats with effort. Her cleavage had been spilling out generously and now threatened to evacuate her low cut blouse altogether.

“Sorry Patty but it’s a medical emergency,” said your aunt, grinning at you. She finally shimmied her way into the back with you and kneeled into the footwell next to your seat.

“Damnit Leslie,” breathed your mother, trying to sound mad. She glanced at the rearview mirror and briefly made eye contact with you before fiddling with a dial on the head unit to turn up the music.

Your aunt undid your jeans quickly and fished your cock out into the open as some pop song played loudly in the background. The look of glee on her face in seeing you already hard for her would be one to remember. She was salivating.

“Your balls are full,” she noted, almost panting at this point, her fingers weighing said testicles as the car crawled through traffic. You glanced over to your mother in the front seat who was concentrating very obviously on the road. There wasn’t time to dwell on that however as you felt soft wet lips wrap themselves around your swollen cock. Her spit, her tongue, her breath, it all seemed so much more intense at the back of this car with your mother only a couple of feet away from you. This new scene of felatio was in full view of her, she would only need to turn her head slightly to get an eyefull of your aunt getting a mouthful.

You had to close your eyes for a moment. It was a sensory overload with how loudly Leslie slurped as she sucked you, her moans still heard over the noise of radio. She was definitely being overloud but you couldn’t fault her, groaning yourself as she planted you deeper into her throat. Your mother finally couldn’t help herself, sneaking a peek to see your aunt’s head bobbing between your thighs. Holding the side of Aunt Les's face you gently began to thrust and you heard your mother gasp. When you glanced to the driver seat she was looking back out the windscreen again but you would see her head turn in your periphery when you refocused your gaze onto Leslie. God was she beautiful… her makeup was done up more since they had gone out for lunch. Her dark red lipstick, unsmudgeable as it was advertised, eventually couldn’t resist smearing just a little with how hungrily the woman was slobbering all over your cock. She popped you out of her mouth momentarily, gasping through her open mouthed smile. “Give me that cum,” she she begged, stroking your spit wet cock feverishly with one hand, the other massaging your ball upward urgently.

“Oh god,” you grunted, finally pushed over the edge. You popped off and heard the surprised cry of two women, then felt Leslie’s mouth close around your spout. Gritting your teeth and squinting through the intense waves pulsing through you as you came you saw that your aunt had caught a thick streak of your jizz across her face before she had contained you. She sucked greedily, drinking all of your still pumping seed, running her hands up and down your thighs. Heat rolled out of you, into her mouth, down her throat, and you could sense your mother's burning stare on you. When you were done you felt your entirely tense body finally relax and you melted into the seat. Your aunt continued to stroke the last dregs of your cum out, humming loudly with each extra dollop she produced and lapped up until you were empty.

A horn blared and all three occupants of the vehicle jumped.

“Oh my god!” yelped your mother, and you saw her hastily turn back to face the road. The traffic up ahead had cleared and you looked over your shoulder through the rear window to see some angry woman still honking her horn. The car started moving again and your aunt slid up to sit next to you, snapping her seatbelt in place.

“That’s better,” she sighed, shimmying her hiked up dress back down to her thighs. “The traffic, that is,” she added over the loud radio. Your mother turned it down and eyed the rearview mirror.

“Les you still have some… stuff... on your face,” she said carefully. Your aunt smiled and ran a finger through the sticky jism dripping down from her above eyebrow and across the bridge of her nose and plastered her cheek. She tasted it off her finger then leaned forward from her seat. The seatbelt pressed between her tits as she reached for her handbag in the front seat, your mother shooting her a disapproving look but not saying anything. She seemed to be holding her breath.

Using the mirror in her small foundation case your aunt cleaned the dripping remains from her face, licking her fingers slowly after each careful collection. Watching her do this made your still exposed cock throb so you put it away. Done, she snapped the case shut and winked at you. The rest of the ride home seemed to fly by.