Erin didn't say anything thankfully, which was good because Mindy needed as few distractions as possible. Between the car that was still bouncing around like an angry bull, the cries and moans of arousal still sounding off mere inches behind her, and the air growing increasingly stickier and mustier, it was already difficult to keep her eyes on the road. But even then, she would sometimes catch a flash of skin in the mirror. Three sets of jiggling boobs, a butt thrust in the air, two pairs of lips around two glimmering nipples, a tangle of arms and legs, and pussies. Lots and lots of pussies. Splayed, wide open, soaked in girl-syrup, and constantly being rubbed, pounded, and penetrated. By tongues and fingers and toes and thighs and knees and nipples and...other pussies. Everything except the one organ that was
supposed
to go inside of them according to her health class textbooks.
It was anxious, nerve-wracking, and embarrassing as hell. Here she was, driving around town, surrounded by people on all sides. Other drivers, pedestrians, joggers, commuters, shoppers, teens enjoying the last few weeks of summer, even children. They were everywhere, crawling around Mindy like ants. If only they knew what was going on in this vehicle. If only they knew the most hardcore lesbian porno ever was unfolding inside of it. If only they knew one of the participants in said porno was her own
mother
. What would they think if they found out, peered into a window, saw the three women rolling, thrusting, and dancing nakedly against each other, spilling their honey-scented musk all over their soft, feminine forms?
"Oh Goddess! OH GODDESS!"
A loud thump. A thunderous vibration. Mindy dreaded what she would see if she looked behind her. So naturally she didn't; she look through the mirror instead. She did not like what she saw.
"Goddess! Goddess! Goddess! Goddess!"
"Oh Mommy! Oh Mommy! Oh Mommy! Oh Mommy!"
Henrietta was thrust against the window. Her hands were flattened against the door and her breasts were flattened against the glass. Her legs were spread wide and between them was Carol, her tongue lapping sensuously on her thighs. Then on her pussy lips, and then on her erect clitoris, and then on the dew-soaked petals of her inner flower. And on the other side of
her
was Katherine, her legs also splayed, interlocked with Carol's, thrusting her pelvis in and out, in and out, rhythmically, like a machine. Her face was practically bumping into the window, her breath was fogging up the glass, and anyone who looked,
everyone who saw
, would be greeted by the sight of her visage, frozen perpetually in a scream of orgasmic ecstasy. Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth opened wide, her lips repeatedly mouthing the word "Mommy."
An old man's mustached head turned. A woman gasped and pointed. A teen held out his cell phone. A man in a suit did a double-take. They saw. They
knew
. The secret was coming out as fast and as intensely as the liquids she could hear, that she could almost
feel
, spattering all over the seats behind her.
"Oh, Carol, honey! Oh Carol, BABY!"
"MOMMY, I LOVE YOU! OH MOMMY, I LOVE YOU!"
"Agghhrrrrr! Rrrgghh-rgghhh!"
"Get out of here Mindy," Erin whispered.. "Get out here right now, RIGHT NOW!"
Mindy nearly floored it, veering the car sharply down a corner, not even checking to see if there were any cross-walkers or oncoming vehicles. There weren't any, thankfully enough, but the car still let out a high-pitched screech that was like rusty iron nails on her ears. One last ordeal to call unwanted attention to herself.
"We are so dead," Erin moaned, letting her face fall into her hands.
"At least we'll all go together as a family," said Mindy as she tried to force a chuckle out of her throat. It sounded more like a cough. "That's something...right?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Someone in the backseat said that. Neither teen knew who. Neither teen really wanted to know.
"See, someone agrees!"
Erin didn't respond. She only whimpered pathetically into her hands and sank into her seat as if she was hoping it would swallow her whole.
***
Fortunately, things eased up at least a little once the girls got onto the highway. The erotic activities in the backseat did not slow down, but at least they wouldn't be surrounded by so many eyes anymore. They could drive fast as well, too fast for anyone to notice, let alone report. No one would be able to see what Carol, Henri, and Katy were doing. No one would be able to see their breasts or their butts or their huffing, screaming, orgasming faces. Or of their orgasms themselves; Erin didn't want to think too hard about what that fluid splattered all over the rear door window was, even as it dripped and oozed its way down the glass. She told herself it was sweat, only sweat. Or saliva. Or anything really. Anything save the strong-smelling, sweet-tasting, warm feeling of holy vaginal essence.
She could feel it again, all over her face, warming her skin like a fireplace in wintertime. Spurting and dripping from out of Brianna's burning hot vagina. Her own vagina burned just as hot, tingling stormily as the girl caressed it with her hand. Or was it with her toes? Erin couldn't remember. Maybe it didn't matter; Brianna used every part of her body to stimulate her. Her hands, her feet, her tongue, her knees, her buttocks, her breasts, her nipples, her hair, even her own sex. Every part of her had been inside Erin. Every. Single. Part.
The teen snapped back to reality. Away from the sand, away from the moonlit sky, away from the soothing ocean waves, and back to the car. Where miles upon miles of stone road lay before her, and where three very naked women were getting laid right behind her. She buried her face in her palm. Damn it, it was happening again. It had been happening all day, after she tried so hard to push it out, to forget it ever happened in the first place. It was like the whole universe was conspiring against her.
