Breakfast Monday morning.

You sit at the table Monday morning naked as the day you were born. Your monstrous cock dangling off the edge the chair swaying, and your softball sized nuts doing the same. You have your legs spread giving your mother and sister a place to sit. You have a hand on each of their globe sized cheeks kneading them in your hands reveling in what you own.

They wear lingerie so slutty and whorish it makes what your mother wore the day you awoke to your new life look modest. The women wear the same outfit the only difference being that your mother's is black and your sister's is red. Their legs are wrapped in torn stockings which pinched at their shapely thighs, held up with garter belts that whose fabric and straps dug into their fleshy hips and ass. No panties of course their smooth bare pussies remain on full display for whenever you want them. They wear bras that barely contain their massive breasts with splits exposing their nipples.

They sat on your spread legs feeding you fruits and cheeses like a king on his throne, giggling like school girls at your groping and smiles. They each hold platters with various delights feeding them to you by hand. Your mother picks up a strawberry and slowly feeds you, once you are done you say "delicious" giving her light slap of approval on her huge ass. You can feel her shutter in pleasure as she sits on your leg.

Your father sits at the other end of the table ignored his upper body pressed onto the table as he furiously masturbates his micro dick to the scene. You hear him grunt and see his body slouch onto the table as he climaxes. After a few moments after his breathing settles he picks himself up and buckles his pants. He grabs his briefcase and starts to go "This whole breakfast was wonderful honey, I am gonna be heading out have a wonderful day love you." Your father begins to leave the kitchen blowing a kiss to your mother, who does not turn to him and continues to feed you. Though she is not cold to him she says goodbye and wishes him well warm enough, she simply finds you more important. Your sister feeds you a small piece of cheese and you happily take it. You chew and smile thinking that life right now is pretty damn good, and soon you think about what you shall do with the rest of the day.

You close your eyes chewing thinking about your options. You could head to school and see how things have changed? perhaps you could explore the town and have some fun, you doubt your mother would have any issues with you playing hooky? Or just bend your mother and sister over this kitchen table and continue your depraved glorious fucking. So many possibilities you wonder as you open your mouth accepting another morsel, perhaps there was something else you think waiting for inspiration to strike.