A Better Look At The New Sanders Household

Two weeks ago, paying the Sanders a visit would be the ordinary experience one expects from a suburban family. To say that is no longer the case would be a massive understatement. What was once a mundane household can now only be described as a circus of taboos and depravity. Now, if someone were to drop by, they would be met with whatever obscene display I was currently orchestrating.

However at this exact moment, they wouldn't immediately see anything strange upon entering. It would take a second for them to look down where they'd find a crumpled sundress sitting on the floor. It's one of the few pieces of normal clothing my mother wears for leaving the house. Next, the visitor's eyes would most likely travel to the stair case where my discarded T-Shirt and underwear are scattered.

Of course, these are only the oddities that can be seen. They would've picked up on the audible ones before even knocking on our door. Echoing from upstairs is the sounds of my Mother crying out in pleasure, which are undoubtedly seeping through the walls.

"OOHH! KEEP FUCKING ME PETER! IT FEELS SOOOOOO GOOD! GIVE ME THE PETE-PIPE-DOWN! OOOHHH YEAAA!"

Ever since I obtained the Rule Book, fucking Mom has become a common occurrence for me. However, afternoons in particular have become somewhat designated for my lust. The reason for that is my choice to hold off making alterations to school. That meant I'd go through a normal day and fill with sexual tension that'd be bursting out upon coming home. However, I thought today would be different due to my magic finally getting a hold of school. Mrs. Hudson's blowjob had left me rather satisfied. But my arousal quickly resurfaced once Cindy started sucking my balls in the back of Mom's car. So here I am, in the master bedroom, fucking my Mother in missionary position.

"Yea, fucking take it! Take it deep, slut! Who's my big tit fuck slut? C'mon whore! Tell me!"

I look into Mom's eyes and see her face distort with ecstasy. Her arms are locked straight in order to grip her raised feet and keep her legs spread wide. The position allows me to hump as if we were in doggy without sacrificing the view of her massive rack.

"I AM! I AM! AHHHH! I'M YOUR BIG TIT FUCK SLUT! I'M PETER'S BIG TIT FUCK SLUT! OOHH I'M CUMMING!"

Mom's climax pushes me over the edge and I start to cum with her. Diverting all energy to my hips, I fall forward onto her body. Due to our height difference, my face only reaches her chest. For once my short stature feels like a blessing as I nestle my face into a pair of meaty globes. We both shriek with release when my spunk pours into her. Thankfully, there is no need to worry about pregnancy. I used the rule book to make it so my sperm is only fertile when I want it to be.

After the deed is done, the two of us are left sweaty and panting in the aftermath of sex. Eventually, I pull out and roll over to the side. Then I shift closer to Mom who wraps her arm me to accept my embrace. The gesture allows my head to rest on her left boob. Once we're settled, I am the first to speak.

"Phew! I think that's my favorite position. With your legs up like that, I can watch your milk jugs bounce and still hump at full speed. It's crazy how your fuck-hole can take that much pounding."

Mom giggles in response to my bewilderment. Despite everything that's happened, it's still mind boggling to see her react so pleasantly to crude language. I suppose that's because I've gone most of my life knowing her as my prim and proper Mother who never tolerated such behavior.

I'm quickly pulled out of my state of shock by the feeling of her left hand gently caressing my side. It causes me to shift my gaze downward and see her right hand sliding over to her crotch. I watch as she starts gently playing with her pussy, where my spunk is slowly leaking out of, while beginning to talk.

"That's cause my fuck-hole was made for you to pound, silly. But I'm glad you had extra fun this time. I've been working on my flexibility ever since the first time we tried that position. I want to make sure you always get a good look at mommy's milkers. After all, I'm your 'Big Tit Fuck Slut' right?"

This time we both share a giggle at our words before spending a couple seconds in silence to recoup our energy. Eventually, it becomes Mom's turn to start a conversation.

"Oh right, your father texted me on the way home. He called the sex shop to see if they have the costumes you mentioned and they do. He'll swing by there after work. I meant to tell you sooner but you ripped my dress off the second we got home. Speaking of which, would you like anything to help you replenish from that work out?

I look up at her and grin while my hand reaches up to grab her free tit.

"You know what? A beer sounds nice. I think I want to trade one kind of buzz for another. Then, maybe a little while later, I'll enjoy both at the same time."

Before the book, that statement would've earned me a smack to the head. My mother has always been adamant that her children refrain from **** while living under her roof. Even Cindy, her obvious favorite, was subject to that rule. Although my popular sister often found ways to sneak some drinks when she went to parties, even if she had to hide her intoxication at all costs. Either one of us just mentioning beer would prompt her to yell, so I couldn't imagine how she'd normally respond to my request for one at 4:30 in the afternoon. However, I'm no longer concerned with her normal behavior. We're currently living in a world where I make the rules, which is made evident by my mother's response.

"It seems like my boy's turned into quite the party animal. Well ok then, one beer coming right up."

Mom's left arm retracts from caressing my body and extends in the opposite direction, her movement is slow as to not disturb me with too much rustling. On her side of the bed's nightstand sits a bell with a pink handle, resting next to a framed photo of Mom kissing my cock. She grabs hold of it, brings it closer, and finally shakes it in the air where it rings rather aggressively.

"CINDY! YOU'RE NEEDED IN PETER'S ROOM! GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!"

It only takes a few seconds for my sister to hear Mom's harsh command and scurry to us. Upon her entrance, I'm presented with another sight thats recently become familiar. She's wearing the same outfit she had on earlier this morning. Her top is an undersized pink shirt that her chest is on the verge of ripping open. The lower half of her body is only covered by a pair of white panties. The only difference is that Cindy's blonde hair traded its messy bun for a set of pig tails tied up in bright pink ribbons.

A red blush fills Cindy's face immediately upon witnessing our nude bodies displayed on the bed. She begins shifting her weight from one leg to the other, making me to chuckle under my breadth at her visible discomfort. Then my attention shifts back up from her feet when she speaks through the meek looking expression on her face.

"Is there something I can do for you, Mommy?"

Mom kisses the top of my head lovingly and responds as her left arm returns to caressing my side.

"Yes, there is. But while you're here, give me a report on your chores. You haven't been slacking off, have you?"

The poor girl can't stop squirming throughout her entire response. It also seems like she's having trouble maintaining eye contact with Mom. If I had to guess, I'd say she's trying to catch glimpses of my half erect cock.

"No, ma'am. I've finished scrubbing and vacuuming the floors. All sex the toys, from dildos to butt plugs, have been cleaned and organized by size. Every pair of Pete's shoes are freshly tongue-polished. Now I'm up to laundry, which I just put in the machine. I was sure to check Pete's underwear for stains before throwing them in the wash. I thoroughly licked and sucked everyone I found, just like you said. I was just about to do the only other chore left on my list while the washing machine runs, scrubbing the toilets."

Hearing my sister go down her obscene check list sends me into a fit of chuckles. The embarrassed look on her face makes me think that deep down, she's knows this isn't normal. I would wonder if everyone who's under my power has an inner voice screaming that somethings wrong, but I don't care enough. I'm much more interested in the current conversation between my mother and sister's outer voices.

"Ok. I'm glad to hear you're getting everything done, but you better not have cut any corners. If we find out that you did, Pete will dunk your head in the toilet while you're scrubbing them. Oh, and remember to use your toothbrush. It takes a lot longer, but you'll get into all the tight spots that way. Now, be a dear and go fetch him a cold beer. Your brother's thirsty from fucking the shit out of me. Then you can go back to your bitch work."

Cindy simply nods her head and turns to scurry out of the room. Once she's gone, I lift my head from Mom's chest and begin to fondle her tits more actively. I give her nipple a tug as I speak for the first time in a while.

"It's about time that stuck up whore learned her place."

Mom nods in agreement and shifts her caressing hand to my face as she replies.

"Well, it's not like she has a choice. You're the man of the house now, so you call the shots. It doesn't matter whether the little tramp likes it or not."

Choosing to respond physically over verbally, I plunge my face into Mom's tits. Then I begin aggressively motorboating her cleavage. Seeing that I'm preoccupied, she continues to speak while I grab her hand and slowly pull it towards my crotch.

"Although, your sister seems to be handling the changes a little better lately. I'd bet she's feeling more motivated now that you're willing to reward good behavior with your cock. I can't say I blame her. That big log of fuck meat is a great incen- Oh! Again? It's only been a few minutes, you little horn-dog!"

After getting over the shock of her hand finding my newly engorged cock, Mom begins to giggle. Then the laughter turns into moans that quickly become screams of pleasure.

About an hour later, I find myself in the living room. I'm lounging on the couch, watching my favorite TV show. Relaxation washes over me as I take the final sip of my beer. Then I toss the empty can aside where it lands near the kitchen entrance, making a metallic clanking sound when it hits the floor. Apparently I picked the perfect time to polish off my drink because Mom's voice fills the room the second after I threw it away.

"Here's your second round, honey. Ice cold, just how you like it."

I don't look over until Mom's hand enters my sight with a fresh beer. When I do make the effort to turn my head, I'm once again basking in her beauty. I instructed Mom not to bother getting dressed after we finished up in the bedroom. So her amazonian figure remains in plain sight. Due to her height, she must bend over at a sharp angle in order to pass me the drink. This results in her large rack dangling in front of my face as I accept the beverage.

"Thanks, Fun-Bags. Why don't you come sit down. I'll put on your favorite comedy."

Mom glides down and settles on the couch cushion to my left as she answers.

"Well, I suppose that's ok. I don't have to start dinner for another hour or so."

Then she wraps her arm around my shoulder once more. But this time the pose is similar to how a couple looks on a movie theater date. However, the genders are reversed in our case because Mom's so much taller than me. Upon feeling her embrace, instinct overcomes me and I lean my head to rest on her naked right breast.

Once we're finally situated, I grab the remote resting on my side opposite of Mom. Instead of simply changing the channel, I begin scrolling the TV's various inputs. The screen replaces my show with input selection menu, cutting off the audio in the process. Now there's only one sound filling the room. The sound of slurping.

I momentarily stop navigating the TV to glance down, my bare feet resting comfortably atop of the couch's matching ottoman. Kneeling at the far side of the footrest is Cindy, whose face is leaned forward and hard at work worshiping them. It looks as if she's putting all her energy into rubbing her tongue over my soles and in between my toes. She occasionally sucks them into her mouth, sometimes to the point of deep throating. That's her current position when Mom notices I stopped scrolling and acknowledges where my attention has shifted.

"How's your sister doing, baby? Her tongue feels good? I know you love a soft tongue when your feet get sweaty, and that second fuck was a real workout. I'm sure there was so much for her to mop up."

I admire Cindy for one more second before turning my head to look up and smile at Mom. With my left arm being somewhat stuck between our bodies, I task my right hand with reaching across and grabbing hold of the tit not currently being used as a pillow. Once the large bounty of warm flesh is in my grasp, I start lightly playing with my jiggly toy as I respond.

"You can say that again. By the time my balls were drained, I was like a football player after a full day of running drills in the summer. I think Cindy's managed to slurp up all the sweat, but I seriously doubt her tongue can scrub off the smell. Although, she doesn't seem to mind the stench. Maybe cause it's not too different from my nutsack."

Mom bends at the neck to press her nose into the top of my head. Then she takes a long, deep, inhale to get a big whiff of me. When her lungs are full, she's holds her breadth as if she's savoring my scent. Finally, I feel her body make a subtle shift while she exhales. It seems she's decided it's time for her free hand to follow mine's lead and reach across our bodies for some naughty action.

I sigh in relaxation when the heavenly feeling of Mom's touch returns to my crotch once more. My cock had been slowly waking up from the moment her naked body walked into the room. However, this extra stimulation is seriously speeding up my recovery process. I can barely manage my heightened arousal to register her words.

"Oh, honey. I don't know about her, but I absolutely love your musk. Smelling your manly stench is like inhaling some kind of sexual pheromones. Of course, it doesn't really matter if Cindy somehow doesn't feel the same way. Not when she's determined to earn another peak at all this junk you're packing."

After finishing that last sentence, Mom's grip slightly tightens. It's only to the point of being firm enough to outline the erection laying beneath my Jockeys. They were the only clothes I put back on after my after-school fuck fest. Originally, I was just going to stay naked but decided Cindy shouldn't get any free glances at my cock if I didn't happen to be using it. Now, I'm starting to think my sister might be in for a treat as I reply to Mom.

"Yea, I bet she's imagining that it's my cock in her mouth instead of my toes. But enough about this stupid skank, let's get back to the TV. I had Dad skip lunch to update the playlist during his break, so we've got a new episode."

Mom briefly removes her hand from my lap to clap in excitement as I finally scroll to the desired TV input option. It's the one that connects to a laptop sitting on the TV's stand. I start scrolling through its video files and several different thumbnails start flashing across the screen. All of them showcase at least one member of my family in some kind of depraved state. This is because the comedy I've been referring to is not actually a television show, but rather a selection of videos my family has been making over the past two weeks. A cocky smirk grows on my face upon finding the newest video. I click one last time and set down the remote as it finally becomes showtime.

The screen goes black and the sound of my sister's slurping is once again drowned out by the TV's audio system. Its speakers are now filling the room with stereotypical circus music. A second goes by before the screen lights up with what I previously decided should be the intro to all of our home movies. It's a picture containing the whole family together in the living room.

Standing in front of the couch is myself. No clothes cover my naked body while it shows off its pride filled stance, wide smile, and a gold crown glimmering from atop my head. In one hand, I'm holding up a gold colored dildo that's obviously floppy as one side droops downwards. The other can be seen clutching around the loop of a leather that serves as a leash's handle. The leash leads down where it's clipped to Mom's collar. The mature woman kneeling at my side is also naked. She tilts her face up to serve as a plater for my hard cock to lay across. Her body is turned in order to display a large piece of construction paper to the camera. The words 'Sanders Family Play Time' are written across it in bold font.

To my other side are Cindy and Dad who are situated on the couch behind me. My sister's sitting closer to my direction in the center. The only thing on her body is a strap-on harness. However, the strap-on can't really be seen thanks to our father laying face down next to her. The man is wearing nothing but pink panties as he's visibly struggling to swallow Cindy's strap-on down his throat. For my sister's part, she's using both her hands to push Dad's head down into her crotch. The expression on her face is so full of exaggerated pleasure, it's comical. Her crossed eyes are wide open for the audience to see as one of her legs are kicked out strait.

Despite seeing the image on a regular bases, I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of it. Then the image and music starts to fade. I hear Mom's voice filled with anticipation as they do so.

"Oooooh, I wonder who's getting the most screen time in this episode! I hope it's me! You always give me the funniest roles for Sanders Family Playtime."

I simply smile and continue to roll her massive breast in my hand. Even I wasn't 100% sure what to expect. Whenever I have Dad put together an episode, I merely send him the raw footage from every camera. Sure, I had educated my father on what kind of scenes I'd like in particular. But other than following my guideline, he has full creative power. The additional fact that I occasionally order my family to record things without me allows for movie time to feel special despite being an all knowing god.

The intro finishes fading to reveal the first scene, which takes place on our back porch. A blowup kiddy pool sits in center stage of a close up shot. Residing in the pool is Cindy who's naked except for a headband sprouting pig ears, a fake pig snout strapped to her nose, and pig tail butt plug. However, the most bizarre part is that she's covered in the mud that the pool is filled with. The sounds of my sister snorting and oinking play through the speakers when I hear Mom's voice coming from my left side.

"AHAHAHA! We filmed this one while you were at school. Cindy was the perfect little piggy. You're gonna love it!"

Then the camera pans out and shows that Mom is standing next to it. The amazonian figured woman is dressed in a pair of jean overalls that only covers a small portion of her huge rack. In her hand is the large, gold plated, dildo from the family photo. Finally, a long piece of straw sits between her lips. I watch it sway up and down in the air as she begins to speak with a hillbilly accent.

"Howdy y'all! I'm Farmer Fun-Bags and this here's our family Fuck-Pig, Cindy. You see, horny whore farmers like me produce the hookers you find at local brothels. It's hard work, but my hungry cooter gets to cum all the time, so I'd say it's worth the hassle. Today, I'll be showing y'all how I train Fuck-Pigs to sit still when someone's try'na rail their holes by take'n a roll in the mud with Cindy."

Mom proceeds to step into the pool. She grabs Cindy and attempts to forcibly roll the girl onto her back. However, my sister squirms vigorously and slips away, causing Mom to land face first in the mud. The busty milf, now covered in filth, lifts herself up and a wrestling match ensues. Grunts and oinking noises blast through our TV as the once respectable, Evelyn Sanders fights to lodge a dildo in her daughter's pussy.

Mom and I burst out in laughter while watching Cindy squeal like a pig as she gets plowed. After managing to get a little control back, Mom speaks up.

"Oh man, this is too good! Cindy's face is SO funny when she squeals like that, and look at her snout! I really hope Farmer Fun-Bags comes back for more episodes.... Wow, she's cumming her brains out. It's actually really hot."

Then my favorite milf pulls her tit from under my head and scoots a little to the side. I keep my gaze on the TV but can feel that her head has lowered to my crotch. It's not long before my cock is freed from the Jockey's and enjoying the warm, soft, sensation of my mother's throat.

I let out a sigh of pleasure before peeling my eyes from the screen to search for my phone. While reaching to grab it off the table, I notice that Cindy's blatantly starting at my cock as she flosses her tongue in between my toes. Seeing her eyes light up every time it exits Mom's mouth makes me smile.

Deciding to take a brief detour from my current goal, I forcibly shove my foot into my sister's open mouth. Not expecting my action, Cindy gags around my toes as her eyes begin watering up.

"Focus on your job, bitch. You're not gonna earn a chance to suck my cock by staring at it. If you keep getting sidetracked, Mom's asshole is the only thing I'll have you licking tonight."

After a good laugh, the phone is finally in my hands. My thumbs click away at the screen to scour social in search of Mrs. Hudson's profiles. All the while, the depraved home movie plays in the background.

"YEEEHAW! That's right little Fuck-Piggy! Cum for Farmer Fun-Bags!"

When my search for 'Judy Hudson' fails, I type in my principal's new alias. Then I smile and triumphantly sip my beer while admiring the profile picture of 'Big Booty Judy'.