"Pull over!" I yelled. I looked at the wetness, my daughter's juices on my hands as Ian pulled to the side.
"What is it, mom?" he questioned, as Darla looked at me in concern as she broke out of her orgasmic trance.
I couldn't do this. No. I had to do this. I remember reading all those romance novels, where the poor EDP sufferer would be treated with kindness (and then some) by everyone around him, but ultimately fell in love with a so-called Primary Fuck, who would usually end up being his own sister or mother. My secret shame was getting off to these incest stories for decades, even if everyone glossed over that part of the story.
"Get back here, please," I called out to Ian, as I checked my watch. He climbed over the seats, instead of going out in the freezing cold with his balls and dick hanging out, as I slid out of my seat and sat in the back row of the SUV.
Darla and Ian further questioned me, nonverbally, before I spoke: "You two will do anything to get me off, right?" I asked, not sure if they would continue.
"Of course, mom!" "Absolutely."
Ian continued, "Do you want me to fuck you again?" He was hard and ready to go, I could see, looking over the seat.
I shook my head No, but I peeled down my jeans to my pantyless crotch and began fingering myself in anticipation. Darla and Ian both licked their lips, but awaited my direction.
"Fuck each other," I squeaked out, finally, and they turned to look at each other, for perhaps the first real good time today, and I could see the wheels turning. They embraced, made out, like no brother or sister I've ever seen outside of EDP porn. He tried to be the aggressor, the fucker, but Darla said no. She laid him down, and straddled him. Her delicate folds, moistened by my actions, delicately folded over Ian's rock-hard protrusion. He reached under her shirt, and massaged her breasts as she rode him. Rode him to completion.
My completion, at least. I'm not sure when they completed, but I was exhausted in the very back, as I slouched down and smiled, looking at both hands covered in discernible juices.
"Here," said Darla, reaching into her pussy before shoving her fingers into my mouth. "You need some semen in you."
I stared at her, but started licking the semen off of her fingers. It tasted wonderful, although perhaps that was a skewed perception based on my absolute need for it. Ian looked happy, Darla looked happy. I was happy. We were a happy bunch.
And then the tapping began on the window.
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