Defiling the bond of matrimony

“Let’s take this to the master bedroom,” you say, running your fingers through both of your sluts’ hair as they submissively lick the cum from your shaft.

“Hold on,” you hear your father say. He walks over from the couch and gives you a stern look. “I get that you want to impregnate your mothers, and you’re free to do so, but that doesn’t mean you get to disrespect your parents’ marriage. You’re stepping out of line, young man."

Sensing the tension in the room, your mother raises her head to glance at the two of you staring each other down. Before she can speak, you firmly grab her by the hair and pull her back onto her cock.

Your father continues to glare at you sternly, and the room is silent save for the sound of his wife gagging on your cock. Breaking eye contact, you notice a photo hanging on the wall behind him: your parents kissing on their wedding day.

You’ve always liked their wedding photos, and you were especially fond of how beautiful and lively your mother looked in her white dress. As the memories flash through your head, it sinks in that the bride in those photos, your own mother, is currently on her knees trying to get you off.

Your eyes move back to meet your father's steely gaze, and you shrug apologetically.

“Sorry, Dad. I got carried away, and I was wrong. I didn’t mean to disrespect you or Mom.”

Dropping the glare, he waves a hand and sighs. “It’s fine. I was your age too, once, and I’ve had my fair share of trouble from bad behaviour and disrespect. I’m just trying to make sure that you don’t make the same mistakes.”

“Thanks, Dad," you reply, giving him a nod as Melanie joins your mother, lapping at your balls. “By the way... Does Mom still have her wedding dress?”

“She does,” your father confirms, wrinkling his brow. “Why?”

Your dick twitches, and you hear Sofia and Melanie giggle around it.

“Well, I was thinking..."