Family Dinner

I crawl to the kitchen on my hands and knees, before looking over my shoulder at Mom. She motions under the table, and I slide obediently into position beneath it. I can smell the breadsticks and the pizza above my head, but I'm won't get any.

Mom circles around the table and pulls her chair out, sitting down and scooting in, bringing her cock almost direct to my face. She doesn't have to speak for me to know what I'm supposed to do now. I turn to face her, scooting between her legs.

For a moment, I simply stare at Mom's parted thighs, and the thick muscle that hangs between them. Sated, but awaiting my attendance. I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Mom's musk as I lean forward and bring my mouth to her meat.

“Good, faggot,” Mom says calmly from above the table, leaning back a little against the back of the chair as I kiss her plush crown. Her cock twitches in answer, but I don't wait. I lift up a little off my heels and lick along the topside of Mom's cock.

Her meat twitches with awakening as I kiss my way down to her crown once more. I lick my way down one side, kissing to return to her tip, and lick down the other. Her cock slowly fills with blood, awakening from slumber as it slowly hardens.

The sound of footsteps, and the scoot of a chair, reaches my ears, but I have a job to do. As Mom's cock reaches half-mast, my lips wrap around her crown. I slide forward, as I hear the boxes being opened, and the smell of their food wafts down.

I slide my mouth down to Mom's hilt as she relaxes while Dad pulls slices from the pizza. One for Mom, one for himself — none for me, because my dinner is fresher. I slide my mouth to Mom's crown, then back down to the hilt, bobbing slowly.

When I hear Dad set back down, I slip my mouth up to Mom's crown again, then off, turning to my Dad. He's sitting bare-legged, with unbuttoned, unzipped jeans open, his cock hanging limp between his legs. I know it is my job to correct that.

I scoot between his legs, keeping my arms back as I bring my mouth to his crown. As I did with Mom's, I kiss the crown to start, licking my way down the top side of his cock. He flexes his prick, as if he's greeting me without saying a single word.

I kiss my way down to the crown again, licking a second time, as I reach one arm over to Mom. I find her knee, sliding my hand up her thigh. I reach until I can wrap my fingers around her fat cock. They don't go all the way around, but enough.

I stroke Mom slowly as I continue kissing and licking Dad's cock until it starts to harden properly. I wrap my lips around it immediately, sliding my mouth down to Dad's hilt. If I want milk, I have to earn it, which means eating my dinner quietly.

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