Japanese Takeout!

Before we can start a fourth round of Uno, the sound of Dad's car reaches us all, as he pulls into the driveway. He and Mom both had to work late, this evening, but Dad's return ends our game-time. I stand up immediately, and head to the kitchen.

I kneel down in the middle, facing the door, chin down, and wait. I know Enzo and Juno will take a few minutes to clean up the cards and pack them neat. We'll probably play more, after dinner, too, but I feel as if I should be here, as Dad comes in.

I hear the doorknob turn, but I don't lift my eyes. I simply wait on my knees, feeling content I am where I should be when he returns. I can hear his footsteps approach, until he enters my lowered field-of-vision. His hand cradles my cheek softly.

“Such a sweet faggot, kneeling here, waiting to serve,” Dad says, unbuttoning and then unzipping his pants with his free hand, letting his massive cock breathe. I lean forward immediately, as Dad's thumb caresses my cheekbone, and kiss him.

“Welcome home, Dad,” I murmur gently against his cock, only now lifting my eyes to make eye contact, finding his eyes on me, with a warm, affectionate smile. I lick him from his crown up to his hilt, caressing Dad's topside with my tongue.

“I love you. Is this where I am supposed to be?” I murmur inquisitively. He continues to caress my cheekbone as I lick his cock, again, reverent and submissive. Dad shakes his head, but he makes no move to pull my mouth away from his cock.

“No, my sweet-love whore. I will always love my beautiful boy, faggot,” Dad reassures me, his cock starting to rise before me, “You don't need to wait here on your knees to be the first thing I see when I get home, to be worthy of my love, slut.”

“You have had my heart from the moment you were born and you always will. You are my son, fag, and I will always love you,” Dad vows, as his cock continues to rise to full mast, and I lick a loving path up the underside of his hardening shaft.

“You can be wherever you want, slut,” Dad tells me, “I will seek you out, if I need your service, now that I know you are so content to be used. I promise. You will never, ever need to worry about displeasing me by not being here waiting for me.”

“Since you are, however,” Dad's hand slides from my cheek to the side of my head, then to the back, as he rolls his hips in a gentle motion, bringing his crown to my lips. My mouth stretches taut as Dad slides himself in, guiding my head down.

“Suck, faggot,” Dad says, his words a command but his tone as warm and loving as summer sunshine. I moan softly on his meat, and begin to suck, bobbing my head for Dad's pleasure. He strokes my scalp affectionately, making me moan louder.

“There's a good boy,” Dad says, shifting a step closer, stepping on my cock and crushing it against the floor in the process. I don't resist, and instead slide my hands up his legs to cup his hips. I bob my head faster, sucking Dad's cock ebulliently.

“Such a wonderful little faggot,” Dad sighs in satisfaction. I can hear Mom's car arriving, which means dinnertime in just a few minutes, but I don't stop. I'll simply have to transition to under the table soon, which is no particularly big deal at all.

The scent of Japanese food fills the room almost as soon as the garage door opens. I can hear Mom's footsteps, as she calls out, “Enzo! Juno! Dinner's ready! I brought shrimp and steak hibachi, and shrimp fried rice! Your brother seems hungry!”

My cheeks warm a little as Mom uses me as a way to tell Enzo and Juno to hurry up, and soon I can see her standing beside Dad, looking down at me. I reach over to her with my nearest hand, immediately, deftly unbuttoning and unzipping her.

“Hey baby,” Mom says to Dad, as I look up, moaning happily as I watch them kiss. I never used to like seeing it, before, but from this angle, it's wonderful. Soon, Mom's thick, soft cock is in my hand, and I begin to caress her in long, slow strokes.

“Keep eating, slut,” Mom says, once she and Dad break from kissing, looking down at me. “Mom will be ready for you just as soon as you're done earning your father's serving of your dinner.” She strokes my scalp lovingly as she speaks to me.

I let her hardening cock go as she pulls away, delivering the dinner bags to the table. I can hear her pulling items out of it, as my hand returns to Dad's hip. I return my eyes to him, looking up as I renew eye contact with my Dad, nursing lovingly.

“That's right, boy, eat up,” Dad says, “I'll wait to eat until you're done with me. You're worth waiting for.” My cheeks burn crimson with embarrassed delight. I bob my head harder, faster, giving Dad everything I can, working his meat zealously.

“Go ahead and moan on it, faggot,” Dad says, “You're not under the table yet.” I moan, loud and elated, offering Dad all of my volume, though with the new volume controls, that is somewhat restricted. I hear Enzo clear his throat from the table.

“Volume free, faggot,” Enzo says, and Dad looks up from me to him, tilting his head as I moan, now freely as loud as I want on his cock, and Dad groans. “Amy installed volume controls in him. Now we can control his volume from mute up to ten.”

“Gods, that's brilliant and wonderful,” Dad groans, as I offer him everything I have, moaning loud to offer potent vibration into his meat. He doesn't hold back, doesn't resist me, and it's only a few minutes before I can feel his cock start to pulse.

His palm flexes on the back of my head, and then Dad grunts and thrusts, shoving my head down. I inhale as he rams it to the hilt, forcing his balls into my mouth and onto my tongue. I immediately switch to sucking his balls, and swallowing.

Thick cream pumps into the bottom quarter of my throat, and every swallow delivers more of his milk into my belly. My eyes flutter, staring at the wiry hair and firm skin at Dad's base. A dozen and a half pulses flood into me before he stops.

I swallow four more times, before Dad slowly pulls my head off him. I breathe in immediately, as soon as my airways are clear, and renew eye contact. Dad smiles down at me. “Do you like eating your dinner like this, faggot, as opposed to ... ?”

“Yes!” I answer promptly, “I didn't think I would, but, this is actually kind of nice. I think I am starting to get used to this.” I kiss Dad's cock, then quickly turn, crawling underneath the table and moving to Mom. Her cock is already out, waiting.

“Mute, faggot,” Juno says, and my voice dies instantly, even as I wrap my mouth around Mom's shaft, and slide down. The mute means I don't have to worry about slipups, anymore. I can simply relax even more, and enjoy servicing Mom's cock.