The Larson family's beat-up station wagon growled to life under the scorching July sun, a rusty beast packed to the brim with gear for their coastal tour. Ethan, 22, lounged in the back seat, his chiseled frame—broad shoulders, ripped abs, and a jawline that could cut glass—sprawled across the leather. His dark hair was tousled, green eyes sharp, and his thick cock already stirred in his tight jeans, a bulge that never quite settled. Beside him sat Mom, 45 but looking 30, a bombshell with curves that defied gravity—huge, firm tits straining her low-cut tank top, a plump ass hugged by denim shorts, long blonde hair cascading down her back, and blue eyes that sparkled with a dangerous edge. Up front, Mia, 24, rode shotgun, a goddess in her own right—tall and lean, with perfect C-cup breasts bouncing under a crop top, a tight, round ass in cutoff shorts, legs for days, and auburn hair tied in a high ponytail, her hazel eyes glinting with mischief. Dad, a rugged bastard with a barrel chest and a graying beard, gripped the wheel, oblivious to the storm brewing.
The car was a fucking mess—boxes of camping shit, coolers, and random junk stacked high, a wall that hid the back seat from the front. Ethan stretched, his tank top riding up to show his V-line, and Mom shifted beside him, her thigh brushing his, her skin smooth and tan, smelling of coconut lotion. Mia twisted in her seat, smirking at them, her full lips glossy, her nipples hard through the thin fabric.
"Move over, asshole," Mom teased, her voice husky, shoving at Ethan. The boxes left no room, and she climbed onto his lap, her thick ass settling right on his crotch, heavy and warm. His dick jumped, hardening fast, pressing up against her through his jeans.
"Fuck, Mom, get off," Ethan growled, but his hands landed on her hips, gripping her curves, fingers sinking into her soft flesh. She laughed, low and dirty, and wiggled, grinding down until his cock nestled between her ass cheeks, only denim between them.
"No space, baby," she purred, leaning back, her tits brushing his chest, her hair tickling his face. Up front, Mia glanced back, smirking wider, and Dad muttered about the GPS, clueless. The car lurched onto the winding road, pitching up and down, and Mom's weight rocked on Ethan's lap, her ass sliding over his bulge with every bump. He groaned, hands tightening, and she arched, her tank top slipping, one perfect tit nearly spilling out.
"Fuck's sake," he hissed, but his cock throbbed, leaking precum, and Mom moaned softly, feeling it. The car climbed a hill, and she slid back, her pussy pressing against him through her shorts, hot and damp. Ethan's hands slid up, under her top, cupping her massive breasts—firm, heavy, nipples like bullets—and he squeezed, hard. She gasped, grinding slower, deliberate now, and Mia turned fully, watching, her hand slipping down her own shorts, rubbing herself.
"Dirty boy," Mom whispered, and Ethan snapped—ripped her shorts down her thighs, exposing her shaved, dripping cunt, and yanked his jeans open, his thick, veined cock springing free, nine inches of raw need. He lifted her, slamming her down onto him, her pussy swallowing him whole, tight and wet. She screamed, muffled by her own hand, and he fucked up into her, relentless, her ass bouncing, tits jiggling free of her top.
Mia moaned up front, fingers deep in her cunt, her other hand tweaking a nipple, watching them over the boxes. "Fuck her, Ethan," she panted, and Dad glanced over, eyes widening, his dick stiffening in his pants. "What the hell—" he started, but Mia grabbed his bulge, squeezing, and he groaned, swerving the car.
"Keep driving, Daddy," Mia purred, unzipping him, pulling out his fat, pulsing cock—eight inches, thick as a wrist—and leaning down, sucking him deep, her lips stretching around him. The car swayed, Mom riding Ethan harder, her juices soaking his balls, her nails clawing his chest. He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, and bit her neck, sucking hard, marking her as he pounded her cunt, the wet slap of skin filling the air.
"Fuck—yes—Ethan!" Mom cried, cumming, her pussy clenching, gushing over him, and he snarled, pulling out to flip her onto her knees, facing the boxes. He shoved back in, fucking her doggy-style, her ass rippling, and reached over the wall, grabbing Mia's ponytail, pulling her up from Dad's cock. "Suck her tits," he ordered, and Mia obeyed, leaning back, latching onto Mom's nipple, sucking hard while Dad groaned, jerking himself, precum dripping.
Ethan's balls tightened, and he roared, pulling out to cum—thick, hot ropes blasting across Mom's ass, her back, some hitting Mia's face as she licked Mom's tit. Mom shuddered, cumming again, and Mia grinned, wiping Ethan's load off her cheek, sucking her fingers clean. Dad grunted, unloading into Mia's hand, and she smeared it on her thighs, laughing.
The car screeched into a gas station, and they didn't stop—Ethan dragged Mom out, bent her over the hood, and fucked her again, her screams echoing. Mia climbed out, straddling Dad on the front seat, riding him, her ass bouncing, while truckers gawked. They were limitless now, a family of perfect bodies lost in raw, endless lust, and Ethan knew they'd never go back.
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