Gently

As I continue licking and kissing my father's cock, I feel Mom's crown against my ass. My spine arches immediately and I look over my shoulder, but before I can speak, smack! Dad's hand cracks across my face, forcing it back toward his cock.

“I didn't give you permission to stop, faggot!” Dad scolds me, “Focus on your job! It's your only reason for existing, now!” My eyes flutter, and I freely return my mouth to his cock, licking and kissing his meat even as Mom grinds against me.

I can feel her readying my ass for her cock, using her lubricated crown. I don't know why, but I don't object, I just kneel with my ass up, worshipping my father's cock. I'd never had even the faintest fantasy of this before, but it doesn't matter.

I whine softly in pain as Mom finally pushes in, offering my father's cock soft vibrations, but I don't stop. I continue to lick and kiss, worshipping Dad's cock as I whimper in pain. Mom strokes my ass with one hand, holding it firm with the other.

“Shh. Quiet down, faggot, I'm going to take it slow and open you up properly,” Mom says. I smile against my Dad's cock as Mom calls me that, and I feel reassured. Mom grinds in slow, easing herself into me, driving in until her balls reach my ass.

“That's it, faggot, take Mama's cock like a good little fag,” Mom coos, “Fuck he's so fucking tight.” Dad grins down at me as I continue worshipping his cock, my body swaying a little as Mom pulls out slowly, until just her crown remains inside me.

Then she sways forward, pushing my mouth hard against Dad's cock as I continue to lick and kiss his meat. Dad sighs, soft and satisfied, looking down at me, one hand on my head, the other ready to smack me again if I should become distracted.

“Fuck, this is wonderful,” Dad says, and Mom moans her agreement as she pulls out, then drives in again, starting to ride me slowly. I moan involuntarily as her massive cock grinds against my prostate, further rewiring my brain with pleasure.

I start to sway instinctively back when Mom thrusts into me. As Dad continues holding my hair in one hand, I move mine to his hips, to further steady myself. Each time I sway back for Mom, I lick my way up Dad's cock, attempting to sync it up.

“Mister and Misses Grennan?” Amy's voice calls from the kitchen.

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