On the pancakes

As quickly as it started your father pulls out of your throat with a pop, then quickly begins jerking himself to completion on top of your now cold and mostly ruined pancakes. You sputter and heave to catch your breath for the first time in what has felt like hours with his cock lodged in your throat.

As your father finishes his masterpiece atop your pancakes, he drew a heart, he forcefully jams his cock back down your throat to milk out the last few drops; just as you begin to catch your breath. He loiters there for an extra few seconds with another contented sigh over the sounds of your asshole still being jackhammered behind you.

*gaa-ck* you gag one last time, attempting to swallow.

"You're welcome, pumpkin" You father muses sweetly to you, then snaps out of it and glares at your brother. "And you! You better cum in her mouth. I better not come home to find out you wasted another dose in her ass! It's not funny Pete."

His pace finally slows for the first time and your father pulls out of your mouth once again. You catch your breath more quickly this time and glare slightly at your pancakes. A heart? Really? And now you HAVE to eat them.

Your father notices some left over cum on his fingers and offers it to you to lick off, which you promptly do. He kisses you gently on the forehead and Pete finally gives your ass a break. Your father turns to leave.

"Have a good day Sweetie!" He calls as your brother begins pressing his filthy cock between your lips. Your mother finishes the dishes and wipes her hands on her apron while Pete starts slowly feeding you his cock, gleefully making you taste every inch of it.

"You be sure to finish your pancakes dear" she says to you as she walks by, going to take the vacuum out of the closet in another room.

The moment she leaves eyesight all pretense of civility is gone from Pete and begins brutalizing your face in much the same way he and your father did only moments ago. You wonder why he bothered to wait for her to leave. You smile and think to yourself "At least his prick is smaller, I'm not gagging at all"

You chuckle slightly at your joke at Pete's expense just as he begins to cum violently in your throat without warning. You gag for the first time out of shock and struggle to breathe as he forces a lifesaving injection of medicine directly into your stomach.

"Yeah! Fuckin! Yeah! Drink it you fucking cunt! Fuck! Yeah!" As his orgasm slows you swallow to keep up with the volume. "Fuckin... Shit.... that's two I've wasted on you. You're getting spoiled."

He unceremoniously tucks his cock back into his sweatpants and is already walking away as you accidentally cough up more cum on your pancakes, destroying the heart.

Finally alone you pick up your plate and move it to the table then gingerly sit in a chair on your battered asshole. You eat your cold pancakes in the kitchen alone in silence, accompanied by the hum of a vacuum in another room.