An afternoon with the family bicycle

Later that afternoon, your hangover has disappeared and you're ready to get up for real.

As you climb down the stairs in nothing but a T-shirt, you hear something thud-thud-thud-ing against the kitchen floor. Peering around the corner, you see that your father has Mom lying on the kitchen table, legs spread wide, belly and tits jiggling as he pounds her senseless.

"Ungh... Take it... Hngh... Fat slut..."

"What's that, honey?" Your mother's voice is slurring a little, but she's certainly more lucid than she was yesterday. It's hard to get through a gangbang-party like that without at least some cum making its way into your mouth.

"Just workin' up a nice big load for you, dear," Dad grunts back, continuing to piston into her. You haven't seen him this passionate for your mother in a long time... Maybe he's still drunk?

"Sh-shouldn't you be in my mouth? Here, let me--" She begins to sit up, but your father puts a hand on her stomach and shoves her back down.

"No... Mmm... Not yet--" He gasps, and you can tell that he's about to cum... While your mother's fully conscious, and staring right at him. It's hard to say what she'll notice these days, but it's still a risk: you decide to step in.

"Morning," you practically shout, striding into the room boner-first. "Hey Mom, I think my nuts are pretty full. Wanna check?"

Without waiting for a reply, you climb up onto the kitchen table. Squatting over your mother's face, you lower your balls into her mouth, allowing your member to slap against her chin.

"G-give 'em a few licks... Do they seem full to you? I don't wanna waste your time, if there ain't enough medicine in--"

"Mm, mm-mmph--" Mom's muffled response is drowned out as your father lets out a grunt, grabbing both of her thighs and shoving himself balls-deep. He's clearly dumping a load, with no regard for the fact that he's face-to-face with his own son.

Even though you have no idea what your mother just said, you reply: "You sure? Better suck on 'em for a bit to be safe." Leaning forward, you press together her huge, heavy tits and begin giving her an inverted titfuck even as she bathes your balls in spit. "...Guh... Y-yeah, just like that..."

Completely spent (and perhaps suffering from some post-nut clarity), your father pulls out and quickly steps away from the former love of his life... But without his weight on the other end of the table, it lets out a groan: straining under your fat mother's weight, as well as your own squatting form, balanced just on the edge--

"WoahwoahwoahFUCK!"

Just as you think the table's about to tip over, instead two of its legs simply snap. With a crack and a jolt, you and Mom go sliding to the floor--Head-first for her, ass-first for you. Then there's a meaty slap as your bodies come to rest... Still in more-or-less the same position as before, only now she's at quite an angle, head on the floor and legs propped up on the remains of the table.

Meanwhile, her tongue isn't on your nuts anymore: it's poking at your asshole. Not your usual thing, to be sure, but the sudden onset of the warm wet sensation is doing it for you at the moment.

"...Mmm..." You close your eyes and bite your lip, still using Mom's tits to jerk off. She's trying to say something, but with her face buried where it is, it only serves as additional stimulation.

Your father watches awkwardly for a moment, before zipping up his pants and turning away. "I'll, uh... Order another table."

"Thanks Dad," you grunt, tugging playfully at one of his wife's nipples. "Hey, pass me those croissants, huh? I haven't eaten today, and Mom's gonna need some extra calories after all this activity. Oh, and I guess some medicine, too."

"Just... Make sure not to feed her too much," he says, glancing around nervously. The house is still a mess from last night's party, and he just wasted an already-medically-useless load inside Mom, right in front of their son: hardly the time for her to become fully lucid. But then his gaze softens, and he continues: "...Or too little. Take care of her, okay?"

"Sure," you reply, rolling your eyes and continuing to gyrate atop her face. "I'll take good care of--Of--Mmgh... J-just watch--"

Suddenly you pull back a little, letting your mom take a breath. A few thin ropes of spit still connect her lips and your ass... Until you pull your cock out from between her tits, then shove it balls-deep into her throat.

"Fuckin'--Take--My--Nut," you growl, thrusting a few times before gripping her tits, plunging inside, and blowing your load. "...Hnnngh..."

As your orgasm subsides and your spurts slow, you look up to see that Dad is gone... And your brother is standing there in his place, fully nude.

"Sup guys," he murmurs, stepping over the broken table. Without waiting for you to finish up or bothering to move Mom to a more comfortable position, he lines himself up with her already-cum-filled pussy.

"Hey," you reply, pulling your spit-slick shaft from her mouth and staggering to your feet.

"M-Mmph--Marcus," she gasps. "I don't... I'm not... Something's not right..."

"What, Dad? I'll talk to him. He shouldn't take liberties with you like that," you reply.

"No, I--Ah..." She lets out a moan as her other son penetrates her, gripping both ankles to maneuver her body into a better angle. It's a good thing she's flexible as well as thicc!

"Oh, the table? We're getting a new one."

"No... Marcus..." She looks up at you--As best she can, with her breasts flopping down against her face with every thrust. "I don't know what's happening. I don't think the medicine's working right--Or maybe we're not doing it right--Something about this feels... Feels, um--Mph!"

Without warning, you reach into the box of croissants, pluck one out, and shove it in Mom's mouth. "There... You're probably just hungry," you say with a grin, pushing it further between her lips. Given her huge appetite and practically-nonexistent gag reflex, she swallows it down in record time. "Here, have another..."

As she chews the second croissant, you toss the box to your rutting brother. "Here. I gotta go to my Physics lecture. Oh, hey, are you coming to Bio later?"

"Huh?"

For the second time in ten minutes, you roll your eyes. Sharing a class with your brother this semester has confirmed what you already suspected: he's just about the worst student imaginable.

"Bio. 4:00. You really gotta attend a few, or you're gonna--"

"Yeah, right," he grunts. "Maybe." With that he pulls out of Mom, and offers an arm to help her to her feet--Only to end up bending her over the kitchen counter.

"Wh-what are you--"

"Here piggy, shut up and take your trough," he laughs, throwing the box of croissants onto the counter. With another shove, she's face-first in the container, and you can see her resume chewing as Cassidy lines up his cock with her fat ass.

"Mmmgh!"

"Aight, well... Bye guys," you shout as you head down the hall, the sounds of Mom getting buttfucked slowly fading away.

It's only when you open the front door and feel the breeze on your spit- and cum-soaked genitals that you realize you aren't wearing pants.

Woops. Man, does leaving the house ever SUCK.