No [ Longer Dinner ]

“So how's work at the bakery?” Dad asks Mom, above me, as my mouth slides up his cock as I stroke Mom's, and then back down. Dad offers me no recognition whatsoever as I bob my head on his cock, kneeling at his feet, worshipping his meat.

“Good. My apprentices are learning well,” Mom says, as I slide my mouth up to Dad's crown and off, as I switch hands and start to stroke him. I slip my lips around her crown, slowly sliding down her shaft, but Mom offers no recognition, either.

“Business still keeping up well?” Dad asks, while I simply focus on eating my dinner quietly. I maintain slow strokes on his length as I slide my mouth down to Mom's hilt, then back to her crown, as she considers how to describe how business is.

“Quite well, yes,” Mom replies, “Good thing about the food industry and bakeries. Regular customers are pretty common.” As my parents completely ignore me, I continue working Mom's cock, sliding my mouth down until my lips reach her hilt.

“That's true,” Dad says, as my fingers grip as much of his thickness as I can. They're both too big for me to get my fingers all the way around them, but it doesn't matter. It is my duty and their entitlement for me to be under the table right now.

“The shop is doing well, too, of course,” Dad supplies, answering Mom's unasked reciprocal question, “The boys are doing well, getting along. Touch and go for a while, but they're getting over their stupid high school or college shit, coexisting.”

“Good, good,” Mom replies as my mouth slides down her cock, then back to the crown, before I slip off and switch hands, returning my mouth to Dad's meat. “Young men can be so stupid with school rivalry bullshit that doesn't help anyone.”

“Yeah,” Dad says, as my mouth slips down around his crown and slides to his hilt. I swallow around him as my lower lip reaches his balls, stroking him with the muscles of my throat. Dad sighs, but gives no indication he's acknowledging me.

“It was difficult getting that through their thick heads,” Dad says, “but I eventually got it into the hardheaded jackasses.” Eating Dad's meat silently, I listen only because it would be rude for me to moan on Dad's cock as my parents are talking.

“Think they'd benefit from a team-building exercise with a faggot?” Mom asks, as my hand slides up and down her shaft, while I swallow Dad's phallic length. Dad hums thoughtfully, drumming his fingers on the table while he continues eating.

“Probably, but they haven't earned it, yet,” Dad replies, “but it's a good idea. You think your apprentices would benefit?”
I slide my mouth off Dad's cock and switch hands, shifting quickly to bring my mouth back to Mom's meat and slide down.

“Most likely,” Mom acknowledges, between bites of her dinner, “but I don't think they've earned the privilege, either, yet. They're not good enough to take over a full shift by themselves. It's why I schedule them both for second shift, currently.”

“Enough overlap for you to supervise and train, but enough on their own that they have to develop their skills properly,” Dad surmises, and Mom hums an affirmation. I slide my mouth down to her hilt, swallowing around her massive phallus.

Even as we eat dinner as a family, neither of my parents are pulsing yet, but I continue to eat Mom's cock. I swallow hard, before sliding my mouth up to her crown. I roll my tongue around the head, grinding the tip into her sensitive frenulum.

Then I slide back down, without waiting for recognition or response. I know I won't get any, by this point, as they're both having a conversation. I'm irrelevant. I'm just the faggot underneath the table, obediently and silently eating my dinner.

“Have you spoken with Amy?” Dad asks, as my mouth slides up Mom's cock and my hand slides up his. I listen attentively, because the table doesn't muffle anything, and I legit have nothing better to do than listen to my parents' voices, anyway.

“Not since our session with her,” Mom replies, “No surprise, really. She said we should call if we experienced anything we weren't comfortable with, but she wouldn't reach out to us unnecessarily. If she calls, it'll probably just be to touch base.”

I swallow as my lips touch her base at the same moment, stifling a giggle of amusement at the coincidental timing of my mouth reaching her hilt. I force myself to remain silent as I continue working for the milk that will be my only supper.

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