Ashley + Frank = ‘Fucking Family Breakfast’

It's early morning when you enter the kitchen. You had another fight with Linda last night and were **** to sleep on the couch. It was all Ashley's fault again. The brat simply won't stop until Linda would dump you. You sigh and open the fridge. Suddenly, you hear a voice behind you. "Why are you already up?"

"Why not?"

She rolls her eyes. "Ugh, why do I even bother asking? You're always here, like a bad smell that just won't go away."

She walks over to the coffee machine and starts making herself a cup, deliberately ignoring you. Her tank top stretches tight across her perky chest as she reaches up for a mug.

Frank's hand slides in his pocket. He flicks the switch of his freeuse-device, turning it on. "You should be a comedian," he muses while walking up to her, groping her right breast. "I love our morning banter, you know?"

Ashley doesn't react to his touch, continuing to make her coffee as if nothing unusual is happening.

"Yeah well, too bad for you because I don't enjoy talking to you at all. In fact, I wish you'd just disappear from our lives forever."

She turns around, her nipples visibly hardening through the thin fabric of her tank top from your groping. But her expression remains dismissive and cold.

"Mum deserves so much better than a loser like you. I hope she wakes up soon and kicks your sorry ass out."

Despite her harsh words, she makes no move to push your hand away from her breast. Instead, she takes a sip of her coffee, acting as if being felt up by you in the kitchen is perfectly normal.

He smirks, enjoying how she allows his advances despite her biting words. His other hand comes up to grope her left breast roughly.

"You say that every day, sweetheart. But deep down, I think you secretly enjoy my company."

He pinches her nipple hard through the thin fabric. "Now, be a good girl and strip for me. I haven't checked out your assets in a week."

She scoffs at your demand, but sets her coffee down and pulls her tank top over her head without hesitation, revealing her bare breasts. They bounce slightly as she tosses the shirt aside.

"God, you're such an idiot. Why would I ever enjoy spending time with someone like you? You contribute nothing to this family. Mum could do so much better."

She unbuttons her jeans and shimmies them down her slender legs along with her panties, stepping out of them gracefully. Now fully naked, she stands before you with her hands on her hips, glaring defiantly.

His hands roam freely over her exposed body, groping her soft breasts and trailing down her toned stomach. He leans in close, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. His tongue pushes into her mouth, exploring it.

Ashley returns the kiss mechanically, allowing your tongue to invade her mouth without protest. After a moment, she pulls back slightly, looking bored.

"Are we done yet? I have things to do today, you know. Unlike some people, I actually have goals and ambitions."

She stands there patiently, waiting for you to finish molesting her so she can go about her day. Despite her nudity and the intimate way you're touching her, she shows no signs of shame or embarrassment.

He chuckles darkly. "Oh come now, Ash. We both know I'm far from done. Remember what we discussed?"

His hand slides down to grip her ass possessively. "Now bend over the table for me. Since you're in such a hurry..."

He gives her rear a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the quiet kitchen. To him, this is just routine.

She sighs dramatically but obeys without question, turning around and placing her palms flat on the kitchen table. This position thrusts her pert ass out towards you invitingly.

"Fine, whatever. Just hurry up, okay? I have a chem test later and I need to study."

Her tone is impatient but resigned, as if this is a daily occurrence she's grown accustomed to, like a chore she has to do. She spreads her legs slightly, giving you easy access to her most intimate areas.

You smirk again when you see her pussy is already wet. She can say what she wants, but you never struggled to slide in there.

Just as you're about to thrust inside, you hear footsteps approaching from the stairs.

Linda enters the kitchen, yawning and rubbing her eyes, while you slide into her daughter's tight cunt. She seems completely unfazed by the sight of you fucking her little angel bent over the breakfast table.

You greet your wife with a smile and a nod, "Morning, honey. Slept well?"

As you penetrate her, Ashley barely reacts beyond a small gasp. She continues leaning against the table, looking bored as you start thrusting into her.

"Morning dear," Linda replies with a polite smile. "I slept alright, thanks. How about you two? Getting an early start today?"

He grunts softly as he thrusts into Ashley's tight heat, relishing the feeling of her slick walls gripping him. His hands grip her hips tightly as he sets a steady pace.

"Mmm, you know it, babe. Just starting the day with your lovely daughter here," he quips with a smirk, not slowing his movements at all despite Linda's presence mere feet away.

Linda walks past you to pour herself a cup of coffee, acting as if everything is perfectly normal.

Ashley remains impassive, only occasionally letting out a breathy moan as you pound into her. She glances back at you with a look of mild annoyance.

"Can you maybe focus and finish faster? Some of us have actual responsibilities today," she snaps impatiently, clearly eager to end this 'routine' and get on with her day.

"Ah, don't be like that, Ashley, we all know you always come, too."

She scowls at your comment but doesn't deny it. Instead, she focuses on keeping herself steady against the table as you continue to fuck her.

"Whatever, just... ugh... hurry up!" she grits out between shallow breaths, her body betraying her as it responds to your thrusts despite her protests.

Linda watches the scene with detached amusement, sipping her coffee calmly. She addresses Ashley casually, "Don't forget to eat something before you leave, sweetie. Can't have you studying on an empty stomach."

Ashley nods curtly, too distracted by the sensations coursing through her to formulate a verbal response. Her knuckles whiten as she grips the edge of the table harder, her breathing becoming more ragged.

He increases his pace, slamming into Ashley harder and deeper. One hand snakes around to rub her clit firmly, determined to make her cum.

"That's it baby, let it happen. Don't fight it," he growls in her ear, his thrusts becoming erratic as he nears his own release.

Ashley throws her head back with a choked moan, her body tensing and shaking as a powerful orgasm crashes over her. Her inner walls clamp down rhythmically around your cock, milking you for all you're worth.

"F-Frank! Oh god..." she cries out, finally losing her composure. Her juices gush out around your pistoning shaft, coating your balls and dripping onto the floor.

Linda observes the scene with a knowing smile, setting her mug down. "Well, looks like you two are almost done here. Any plans for today?"

Still trembling from the aftershocks of her intense climax, Ashley tries to regain her composure. She clears her throat awkwardly.

"N-Nothing special. Just gonna hit the library and study for that stupid chem test," she manages to reply, avoiding eye contact with either of you.

She starts to pull away from you, wincing slightly as your softening cock slips out of her well-fucked hole. A trickle of your combined fluids runs down her thigh.

"Do you mind if I clean up now? Or did you want to keep going?" she asks sarcastically, though there's a hint of genuine concern in her voice - compelled by the active freeuse device.

He smirks at Ashley's sarcastic question, tucking himself back into his pants. "Actually, why don't you let your mommy take care of that mess, sweetheart? Then you can finish your coffee in peace before heading to the library."

Turning to Linda with a grin, he gestures to the puddle on the floor. "Be a dear and lick that up for me, would you hon?"

Without hesitation, Linda gets down on her knees and begins lapping up the mixture of cum and Ashley's juices from the kitchen floor. She does so methodically, showing no sign of disgust or enthusiasm - merely completing a task assigned to her.

Ashley watches her mother for a moment, then shrugs and picks up her coffee mug again. She takes a long sip, seemingly unfazed by the degrading act occurring just feet away from her.

"Thanks Mom," she says casually, as if thanking Linda for passing the salt rather than cleaning up sexual fluids. "At least one of you is useful around here."

With that, she saunters out of the kitchen, still completely naked and dripping slightly between her legs. She heads upstairs to shower and change before leaving for the library.

Frank leans back and puts his feet on Linda's back, using her as a stool. He grabs his coffee mug. "I don't understand why she complains so much." he muses and smirks.

Linda pauses briefly in her task, glancing up at you with a neutral expression. "She's young and stressed about school. Plus, you know how she feels about you living here."

Her tone is matter-of-fact, devoid of any emotion or judgment. She resumes licking the floor clean, diligently ensuring not a drop is missed.

From upstairs, you can hear the shower running as Ashley prepares for her day. The sound of water hitting tile mixes with the wet slurping noises coming from your wife's mouth.

He chuckles darkly, taking a sip of his coffee. "She'll learn to appreciate me eventually. Just like you." He takes his feet off her back, allowing her to sit up. "Isn't that right, honey?"

Linda sits back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looks up at you with a tired expression.

"Sure, Frank. Whatever you say." Her voice lacks conviction, but she doesn't argue further.

Standing up, she smooths out her nightgown and walks over to the sink to wash her hands thoroughly. As she dries them on a towel, she speaks quietly, "I should probably get dressed too. I have errands to run today."

There's a subtle undercurrent of resignation in her tone, hinting at deeper dissatisfaction beneath the surface. But for now, she seems content to maintain the status quo.

He grins at Linda's mention of running errands. "Right, and don't forget about our little lunchtime appointment, sweetheart. I expect those tits wrapped around my cock, got it?"

He reaches out to grope her breast roughly through her nightgown, emphasizing his point. "Wouldn't want you to forget our special bonding time, now would we?"

Linda nods impassively, not flinching at your rough groping. "I won't forget, Frank. I'll make sure to be home on time."

She moves away from your grasp to start getting dressed for the day, her movements calm and methodical. Upstairs, the shower shuts off, indicating Ashley is almost done preparing.

You can hear Ashley's voice calling down, "Hey Mom, have you seen my blue sweater? I can't find it anywhere!"

Linda calls back in a normal tone, "It's in the laundry room, sweetie. I washed it yesterday."

She then turns to look at you, her expression neutral. "Do you need anything else before I leave?"

You turn off the freeuse device. "I'm good. I have to get ready myself."

As Linda leaves the kitchen to get dressed, you can hear Ashley stomping down the stairs, fully clothed in her study gear. She halts when she spots you, her eyes narrowing with her usual disdain.

"You're still here? Ugh, I can't wait until Mom finally comes to her senses and kicks you out." She storms past you to grab her backpack.

Linda emerges from the bedroom, now dressed for her errands. She gives you a brief, unreadable look before addressing Ashley. "Have a good day at the library, dear. And don't stress too much about that test."

Ashley's expression softens immediately, and she looks at her mother with with a warm smile. "Thanks, mum, love you!" With one last venomous glance your way, she slams the front door in your face.

Linda sighs wearily. "I'll see you later, Frank." She re-opens the door and follows Ashley out, leaving you alone in the kitchen with nothing but the lingering memory of a morning routine that, to them, seemed perfectly normal - even if, in reality, it was far from it.

THE END

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