Go downstairs and tell them what Peter did.

You walk into the kitchen to see your mother splayed out on the table, head over the edge, wearing nothing but an apron with her huge tits spilling out either side. Your father stands in front of her with his pants around his ankles, slamming his cock to the hilt in her throat. He holds a massive breast crushed in each hand to the point of being obviously painful.

You grimace slightly at first, still not quite accustomed to the more lax rules of etiquette and **** in this new world. Donors could be hard to come by, and it was quickly decided that as long as it was medicinal and she swallowed, almost anything goes. Your grimace quickly fades and turns into fascination watching a large bulge in your mother's throat rise and fall with the rhythm of your father's sizable cock. He's never that rough with you. Always daddy's girl.

Just as the near hypnosis wears off and your open your mouth to speak he reaches the point of no return and begins grunting loudly. "Drink it you stupid fucking whore!" He says, Thrusting deep and pinning her head between the table and his pelvic bone.

You watch the larger than ever bulge begin twitching as her throat muscles ripple and work to keep up with the sudden volume of liquid. Crushing her tits even harder, his only perceptible move is about a quarter inch thrust that only serves to slam her head repeatedly into the edge of the table. She flails slightly beneath his weight as she makes loud gulping noises.

"Oh! Good morning pumpkin!" Your father says, finally noticing your presence, but not releasing the hold on your mother. "ughh just a second sweetie just finishing.... OH!" He looks at you with sudden shock and quickly extracts his cock from your mother's throat with a loud pop.

With out warning he shoves the head of his dick between your lips and begins trying to work out one last drop for you, smearing your mother's throat slime on your face in the process. Unsuccessful for anything other than making you even messier, you give the head of his dick a small pity lick, saying "Thanks anyway, dad"

He smiles to himself happily and begins to pull up his pants and adjust his belt. Your mother, still hacking and wheezing, rolls off the table to turn off a burner on the stove. She throws away a long forgotten burnt pancake and begins cooking another. Pushing her tits back into her apron and clearing her throat several times before humming tunelessly to herself.

"Don't worry I'll be ready to give you a dose on my lunch break" He said, staring lecherously at your still uncovered tits before finally noticing your messy face for the first time "besides! Looks like Pete took care of you already!"

"Ugh, no!" You huff, "He just jerked off on my face in my sleep without waking me up! It was all dry by the time I woke up, that asshole."

Both your parents look shocked for a moment, your mother coming over to inspect the damage. "He wasted a perfectly good dose on a facial? And he didn't wake you up to eat it? That little... PETE GET DOWN HERE"

Your brother shuffles in sleepily in sweatpants and a ratty tshirt. "God. What? Is breakfast ready?" He gazes at your naked body with a satisfied smirk and grabbing his junk before seeing your face and remembering what he had done. The smirk quickly fades.

"Is this true? Did you jerk off on your sister's face?"

"Yes! But!" Pete said, quickly becoming defensive, "I tried to fuck her in the ass first and she wouldn't let me!"

"Yeah, but MY ass still hurt from yesterday and..."

"Alright, everyone quiet!" Your father interrupts, furrowing his brow in concentration.