Family breakfast

Mom and I were setting up the table for breakfast when Dad and Nicole walked in, both never bothering to wear any clothes after their bath. The scent of Dad's signature menthol shampoo and the fragrance of his orange soap wafted through the air.

But unlike Dad, who was now clean and dry. Nicole was the complete opposite. Her face was covered with cum; her hair was still soaking wet. I think Dad brought her not to join in the shower but to reduce her into a cock-sucking toy while he showered. The evidence on her face was clear; if Dad intended for his daughter to join him in the shower, his semen should have been either swallowed or inserted into her womb.

"Smell good, Dad." I said to him as I placed the last plate on the table.

Dad didn't answer and approached me from behind, placing his hands on my chest, cupping my breasts, and playing with my nipples. I could feel his cock rub against my butt cheek, but I don't think he planned to insert it anytime soon. His lips gently massaged the back of my neck, and I reached back to caress the side of his face, which resulted in him moving his lips to mine. Dad then placed his grip around my neck and tightened it, restricting my airflow and forcing a **** sound from me while we submerged on a deep kiss. Instantly, the painchip does its job and generates a moan from me.

"Your coffee, hon." Mom informed Dad while placing a coffee mug in front of us.

Dad didn't respond, and Mom wasn't expecting him to, as his focus was on squeezing his daughter's neck. Dad had broken our kiss and placed both his grips on my neck. Once Mom placed the coffee on the table, she headed off to retrieve the sugar. But suddenly, because my brain once again thought I was out of oxygen, it began to panic again. My arm swung across the table, inadvertently knocking the mug over, which almost tumbled to the floor. Fortunately, it didn't, but it did cause the coffee to spill on the table.

"Careful, Matilda. Your father's coffee." Mom told me.

I tried to speak back to express my apology, but only garbled words and a strange retching noise emerged from my mouth. My response made Mom laugh though, realizing that for someone being choked, she should not have expected some proper words from me. She bent down to the table and cleaned in her usual manner—licking and slurping everything spotless.

"Use your nose, hon," Dad instructed Mom just as she was about to lick the table, but she seemed confused about what Dad meant. She stares back at him with a puzzled face. Unfortunately for her, only I was staring at her back. I too didn't understand what Dad meant, but even if I did, I couldn't explain it to her since Dad never let go of my throat. At that point, he was no longer using just his hands to **** me but his entire elbow. This gave him freedom to use her other hand for something else, which he used to slap my face and chest.

"Dad wants you to snort in the coffee, Mom," Nicole explained as she sat down and secured herself a spot at the dining table.

There were only six chairs at the table, with four reserved for Dad and the boys, and with Aaron present, an extra chair would be set aside for him. Which meant only one of us women would get a chance to sit and enjoy some pancakes. The others would have to kneel under the table and be fed with cum from all the dicks, and if lucky enough, a drink would also be served straight from the bladder. For me, I never wanted a spot at the table because, down there, it's basically a buffet, especially if we have guests over. It's Nicole's favorite too, but I guess today, she wanted some pancakes.

"Oh, of course. Thanks, Nicole, for clearing that up." Mom said before leaning down again.

"Sure, Mom. Can we eat now? Matilda and I have an appointment with Dr. Avery." Nicole replied.

Mom made her first nose-drinking as Dad requested of the coffee, covering her right nostril to enhance the suction. A heavy cough immediately followed before she continued with her second one. But something caught her attention that she had to pause and ask Nicole about it.

"Appointment? What for?" Mom asked her.

"Her belly. Just a checkup." Nicole replied.

"What?! *sniff* *cough* Nonsense. *cough* She doesn't need a checkup. The only time a pregnant woman would need a doctor is when her water breaks." Mom explained. Of course, Nicole knew this already, but back then in my room, she was very emotional, and anxiety consumed her mind. "I don't think Logan told you to go there either; you would have already left if he did. So what is this about?"

Nicole smiled at me after realizing that I just made the whole thing up. Although I accidentally made her sound stupid in front of Mom, I know she wasn't mad. She knew I did that to comfort and protect her from her anxiety. After I told her about Logan just visiting his mother, I could see in her eyes she wanted to make sure if Logan was truly okay but was too embarrassed to admit it. So I gave her a reason to visit the hospital. I made her believe I needed a checkup and invited her to join me so she could ask Dr. Avery herself.

With her talk with the teen already confirming Logan's safety and the discovery of the checkup to be a hoax, we could say that there's no need for us to visit the hospital.

"It's nothing, Mom." Nicole said, hiding a warm smile.

Just as Mom was preparing to ask another question, Paul and the teenager entered the kitchen. As soon as Paul appeared in her line of sight, wearing boxer shorts with a towel draped over his shoulder, it immediately caught Mom's attention. The teen, whose name I still can't remember, was stark naked like the rest of us. She crawled down the table as soon as she entered the room. Like Nicole, she too was used by Paul as an object rather than a companion in the shower. But instead of cum, her hair and face were drenched in yellow liquid that clearly irritated her eyes, yet she appeared unfazed by it.

"Paul!" Mom barked. *cough* "What the hell are you wearing?! You know pants are not allowed on the table.

"Didn't Jasmine tell you?" Paul asked her back.

"About, *cough* what?" Mom replied, a hint of annoyance showing in her tone. She clearly wanted us to eat breakfast like a family, and Paul was giving this vibe that he'll skip breakfast again for some reason, which Mom would hate.

"We're heading to Jackview Park. We're skipping breakfast today. I'll just have a quick sip of this." Paul said as he grabbed one of Nicole's boobs and dipped at it.

"I knew it! This is your third breakfast skipping this month." Mom complained.

"For crying out loud, Mom. Don't make a big deal out of this. We always go there every week, and you know that." Paul said defensively.

"What did you say? Don't *cough* speak to me like that, young man. I am your mother!" Mom exclaimed, her voice rising in frustration.

"Mom, please. Please don't get upset. Every week we hang out with her mom there. But we needed to be early because Jasmine and I couldn’t remember which tree I tied her up at. We'll need, I don't know, maybe an hour searching for her." Paul explained before resuming his milk drinking from Nicole's chest.

"Yeah, I know. But did you remember the last time you visited her? Right in the midst of your "fun", your stomach started growling. That's what happens if you don't eat in the morning. I understand that Helen wouldn't let that happen either; you're like a son to her. But she's all tied up, and I know you never had the plan of releasing her from that tree. She couldn't do shit to feed you. And Jasmine couldn't do anything either, 'cause the things you'll do to her there while her tied-up mother watches, she'll end up passing out just like the last time." Mom emphasized what made her upset. I noticed Mom's coughing had eased down, maybe because of her anger or maybe because she had a lung modification she haven't mentioned.

"Calm down, Mom. I got this; I learned my mistake. That's why this time, I'm bringing Nicole with me. This mod of hers will produce unlimited milk, right?" Paul replied while giving Nicole's breasts a few slaps. "I got all the breakfast I need in these sacks."

Wow, I couldn't believe I was impressed by Paul; that's a smart move. I guess he really did mature. For that, I grant him my blessing to be Jasmine's boyfriend; he has proven himself to be a capable partner for her. But still, I won't believe he's the father of this baby of mine. His sperm doesn't compare to the ten guys that used my holes for two hours during my trip to visit my friend Elsa. Or the time Mom and I went to the market and ended up being the market's public toilets and cum dumpsters. Those incidents had a considerably higher chance of planting a baby inside me.

"Oh." Mom calmed down and paused, knowing Paul won't starve. "As long as you eat properly, I have no problem with it." She smiled and resumed snorting the rest of the coffee.

"Well, no pancakes for me today then." Nicole sighed.

"Cool, the food's ready." Fred announced as he joined us, which was followed by Dean, Jasmine, and Aaron seconds after. Dean had his arms wrapped around Jasmine's shoulder as they entered. Aaron moved to the chair right next to me. He rubbed my rounded belly and slapped my face as a greeting and then took a seat.

"Babe, I think your mom's right. You should join your family for breakfast first before we go." Jasmine suggested as Dean brushed his hand around her thigh and proceeded to rub her clitoris. "Mom could *moan* wait. Letting her watch me getting *moan* brutally abused in every hole would be fun, but *moan* you need to eat first."

"Thank you, dear." Mom replied to Jasmine. She then turned to Paul: "See, even your girlfriend understands me."

"Alright, fine. We'll stay." Paul accepted his defeat; with his girlfriend joining forces with his own mother, he found himself in no position to argue about it.