"Sounds like a win-win for both of us," she said, "assuming we don't crash." "I like to think of it more as a win-when." I added. "We'll see about tha...." She said. There was a tractor trailer ahead of us, maybe a quarter mile. He wasn't going very fast, so were on pace to overtake him in about thirty seconds. I cleared my throat to make her aware of it. "Yeah, what?" She retorted, and I opened my eyes wide to simulate shock and I slowly, barely noticeably, released my foot from the gas pedal.. ” “I don’t know how much longer I can stand it,” I confessed, eyes downcast and overcome with a need to lay bare my feelings. “I can barely function; all my thoughts revolve around you, from the moment I wake until I fall asleep. You’re my addiction. And I’m afraid. Afraid that this wicked world into which you’ve pulled me will soon crumble to dust, leaving me with nothing. We have to stop this! Please!” Somehow I had managed to say the words that had been at the top of my tongue. “I. Without so much as a thought she popped one of her pasties off, licked the silicone cone, and pressed it back over her nipple. She pulled her bottom teardrop off and I just stared at her beautiful bare pussy as she explained to Mom that the material was framed with a piece of wire and attached to a dildo that she just poked into her vagina. She didn’t care if I was watching or not.Then she offered to let Mom try it on. Mom didn’t even look at me as she undressed and popped that dildo into her. I had my rules and they all helped me enforce them: no kissing, keep your hands off my tits, cum only in or on my puss. It was far from romantic, I served them each quietly and for the most part unresponsively like a blow up sex toy until my cunt was too sore to use. By then there was a puddle of sperm on the seat and the floor in front of me. My pussy was soaked in it; it was running out of me like a festering wound. The hard part was getting out of there and to my car without them all.