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Assuming that her moan meant she didn't mind if I went ahead, I did. Her hand was now inside the waistband of my shorts and reaching lower. As my heart beat faster and faster, I wondered where this was leading.
Fred was still intent on his packing and hadn't bothered to respond.
"Did you hear me, Fred? I said you guys will have to take Julie with you today."
"Yeah. I heard you", he answered gruffly. "What kind of plans did you have?"
Connie was now dry humping my leg. "Oh, you know. Just plans. Hope you don't mind".
My hand was now really going to town on Connie's ass. Every time she said the word "plans", her crotch would push back against my hand and wiggle against it.
I was wondering if I had the balls to unzip my shorts and give Connie something to play with, right there behind her husband's back, when I felt the pressure on the back of my hand.
For a moment, I froze, trying to understand what it could be. Connie's head was in my line of sight, so I couldn't see what or who was behind her.
Then Julie spoke up. "Hope you don't mind, Dad. Just think of me as your designated driver. You and Unka Howie can drink all the beer you want without having to watch for cops all the way home.
It was Julie who had my hand trapped against her mother's ass! How much had she seen? What did it matter? There was damn little doubt about the fact that I was seriously groping her mother's ass in broad daylight, a few feet from her father. Then a further realization struck me. The back of my hand doesn't have the same degree of feeling as my fingers, so it took a while to realize that it was Julie's crotch against the back of my hand, pressing it into her mother's ass.
My back already realized that it was Julie's firm tit that was pressing into it, just left of the spot where her mother's tit was burning a hole in my arm.
Had I died and gone to heaven? Was I hallucinating? What kind of relationship did Julie have with her mother that allowed the two of them to make a sandwich with my arm as the hot dog? Was I going to cum in my shorts? (These and many other questions will be answered shortly, dear reader. Just hang in there. In case you are impatiently asking, "just where the fuck is the incest", bear with me.)
I saw Connie's chemise flap open a little more and realized that Julie was cupping one of her mother's tits and rolling the nipple between her fingers. At the same time, her cunt was rhythmically forcing my fingers deeper between her mother's thighs.
Connie moaned softly and leaned her head against my shoulder as her body began to vibrate. Her fingers digging into my ass were a pretty good sign that she was getting off at the next stop.
Julie's breathing was pretty ragged, also. I won't even try to describe mine. All I knew was that if Mr. Ed didn't get out of the stall pretty soon, there was going to be a pretty unmistakable stench in the truck cab when we got on the road.
With one quick zip of my free hand, the whole damn thing came bursting out. It's a damn good thing I had worn undershorts. I shuddered to think what might have happened if there hadn't been some sort of protection between my zipper and my pride and joy.
My prick was no sooner waving in the breeze than both my companions stiffened. I don't think it was possible for me to get any stiffer, but I certainly shared their pain. Mother and daughter were very obviously shuddering through a couple of world class orgasms, so the least I could do was to join them.
My cum shot out in a long arc to splash against the wall of the camper shell, again and again. There was a wide, slick river of cum running down the wall. "Must clean that off before Fred comes out", I thought to myself.
What had never crossed my mind was the possibility that Connie would drop to her knees and clean the remainder of my cum from the drooping remains of the place where it came from.
Julie stepped up into the camper door, blocking Fred's view while her mother