No [ Knowing My Place ]

Knowing my place under the table, I focus on simply eating my dinner in silence. Above the table, Dad speaks with Mom, unapologetic as they ignore me entirely. “You know, it's almost like having date night. Do you remember date night?”

Granted permission to chill and do as I like as long as I remain under the table, I soon switch from sucking to licking and enjoying it. Mom chuckles at the question. “Oh, we haven't had date night in eighteen years. Not since Enzo and Juno!”

“Well, now we have the house to ourselves for a few hours. Just you and me, and a faggot we can use however we want,” Dad says, “or even, dismiss if we want, and know he'll be perfectly silent and it'll be like he's not even in the house, at all.”

“No one home that we have to respect or care about, no one we need to worry about offending or neglecting,” Mom says, as I kneel under the table, licking her cock, “You're right. It's a rare chance for us to just let ourselves enjoy our marriage.”

Dad's cock moves in my hand as I feel him shift, and hear them kiss above the table. I shift from Mom's cock back to Dad's, when my left arm grows tired of stroking him. I switch hands, wrapping my fingers around Mom, to stroke hers, instead.

I kiss Dad's crown, before licking from the hilt to the crown. I'm not bothering to work for extra cream since I don't really need it. Aside from missing out on beef stroganoff, I really can't complain. I have two big, amazing cocks to be focused on.

Being adequately used and well-fed, there's nothing I can really complain about. My eyes focus on Dad's cock as I lick him, worshipping his meat underneath the table. His cock flexes tall in front of me, the crown near the underside of the table.

Mom's is just as close to the panel of the table, their seats low enough to let them get hard without being uncomfortable at their own table. I shift back from Dad's cock to Mom's, determined not to let either one miss my tongue for any duration.

“Have you spoken with Amy?” Mom asks, as my tongue slides up her cock. I lick her like a Popsicle, now, long strokes and no kisses, just continuous licks. My ears perk at the mention of Amy, but I don't know why Mom's curious about her, now.

“Not since our session with her,” Dad answers, “She said we should call if we feel uncomfortable with anything, however, but that she wouldn't reach out to us uninvited. If she calls, it'll probably be just to check in, see how the faggot's doing.”

“Seems reasonable, I suppose,” Mom replies, and I can imagine her nodding as I shift back to licking Dad's cock, instead, and stroking Mom's, “Yea. You know, we could watch a movie, together, or we could take turns with the faggot's fine ass.”

“Mm, you do know how to tempt a man, my love,” Dad replies, as my tongue slides up his cock repeatedly, worshipping it. My stomach full of cream, it's a privilege to simply kneel under the table, being allowed to enjoy two big beautiful cocks.

“I think we should definitely take turns with this faggot's ass, but who gets to go first, baby?” Dad asks. Mom chuckles as I return to her cock, cherishing the flavour of her on my tongue, the scent of their mingling musk the only air in my lungs.

“I think it's only fair it be you, love,” Mom says, “I got his mouth before you, you can have his ass first.” I can hear them as they continue to eat even as they talk, enjoying their meal. Beneath the table, I'm nothing but an afterthought — maybe.

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