In Me

As they pulse, Dad's fingers on my hips grip tighter, and he drives himself in to the hilt, and holds me against him. Mom drives her cock down my throat, then jerks her hips, shoving her nuts in my mouth. I can't even grunt with her so deep.

“Take it, faggot!” Mom growls with arousal, as the first pulse of cum pumps into my lower throat. A heartbeat later, the first jet of Dad's seed pumps into my ass, and I can only hold my breath until both of them have finished cum-stuffing me.

“Fuck, yes,” Dad sighs in pleasure, as my muscles clamp down around him. I continue to swallow around Mom, until her hips pull back and her balls slide from my mouth. I wait, until her cock vacates my throat, then gasp desperately for air.

“Hhoo, fuck, yes, faggot,” Mom sighs in satisfaction, looking down at me with a smug smirk, as she pushes and Dad pulls, putting me on my knees between them. Mom pats my cheek, as Dad ruffles my hair, and I turn to look up at them both.

“Good boy, whore,” Dad praises me, as Mom plants her foot on my cock, pinning my own hardness to the floor under it. Dad smirks, and Mom laughs.

“Looks like our little faggot enjoys being treated like this,” Mom says, patting my cheek again, “Don't worry, little faggot. You'll be eating a cum-exclusive diet of cock, here on in.”

“I'm going to take a shower. It'd be cruel to make this faggot suck dick that's been in his ass,” Dad says, and walks away, down the hall. Mom watches for a moment, then smirks back down at me.

“You can work a second load out of me while I'm ordering dinner, faggot,” Mom says, returning to the kitchen. I follow her til she stops at the phone, and then move to kneel in front of her. I look up as she picks up the phone, smiling at me.

“Suck, faggot,” she orders, tangling fingers into my hair and pulling my face onto her dick, “and be quiet about it. I am gonna be on the phone, after all.” I hum an affirmative response, and then start silently bobbing my head on her cock.

“Hello, Mama Julia's Pizzeria?” she greets when someone answers, and I listen, since I'm being quiet. “Yes. I'd like to order one extra large deep dish pizza. Pepperoni, sausage, bell peppers, onions, mushrooms, black olives, and cheddar cheese.”

As I listen, my mouth slides down to Mom's hilt, and her fingers, flex against in my hair, stroking my scalp, gently, almost idly. I close my eyes and swallow around her before sliding my mouth up, breathing out as I lift, breathing in at the crown.

“Yes, one side dish,” Mom says, after the person on the other end asks a further question, “Large breadsticks. Sour cream and onion flavour. No drink necessary, just the pizza and breadsticks. Thank you.” As Mom speaks on the phone, I work.

I can hear the shower running, not far away, and know Dad's bathing primarily so he'll be clean for my mouth, in a while. Definitely something I can appreciate, as I bob my head on Mom's cock, sucking gently. Soon, she hangs up with a sigh.

“Fuck, this is so nice,” Mom says, turning and forcing me to turn with her as she leans against the counter. I shift quietly, seamlessly, remaining on my knees. Mom looks down at me, putting her foot on my hard cock again, watching me work.

“You love this, don't you, faggot?” Mom asks rhetorically, her hand on my head making sure I can't take her cock from my mouth to answer, even if I dared think to. I simply continue sucking, bobbing my head on her cock, keeping myself silent.

“Our dinner will be here in about twenty minutes, faggot,” Mom tells me, “You will be offered to whoever is delivering it. You will service their cock if they so desire, right in the doorframe. Am I understood, faggot?” She pulls my head off her.

“Yes, Mom. I need to make you cum quickly and get ready to suck the pizza delivery person,” I answer, and Mom nods as she pushes my head back down on her cock. I resume sucking, cupping her hips gently as I enthusiastically resume my job.

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