Whole Family

When I arrive in the kitchen, I am shocked to see that Enzo and Juno are not only awake, but seated comfortably. They are not ordinarily awake at 5:15 A. M. when they don't have expectations, that day, but they're both happily at the table, now.

Dad is in his seat, as always, all three of them with cups of coffee in front of them. Mom is at the stove, preparing pancakes from the smell of it. “Good morning, Mom, Dad. Guys. What's the occasion? You two aren't usually up or mobile so early.”

“It is important everyone should have a full, healthy breakfast,” Mom replies from the stove, pausing to look at me as she stirs the pancake batter. “The twins freely offered to help us with our responsibility to see that you will remain well-fed.”

“Why does that require the twins?” I ask, confused, “You're making pancakes. The twins are at the table drinking coffee.” Maybe my brain is slow, this morning, but it doesn't completely make sense to me that breakfast for me needs the twins.

“You are a faggot, son,” Dad answers.

“But I like pancakes!” I answer reflexively, though I'm smiling as programmed because Dad called me a faggot and I love it. Dad smiles permissively, and the twins smile at me kindly, but Dad shakes his head. I glance at Mom, and then back to Dad.

“The pancakes are for us. Your breakfast will come from our cocks. You will start with your mother's,” Dad informs me, in the tone declaring it isn't up for discussion. “Faggots do not get pancakes. You drink our milk for breakfast from now on.”

“Come, faggot,” Mom commands. I smile as programmed, and I turn, crossing the kitchen quietly to where Mom stands at the stove. Her eyes dip to the floor and she nods toward it, dipping her chin. I sink down onto my knees, sliding sideways.

“I am ready to feed you,” she tells me as I slide in between her and the oven, her cock already out, waiting. I look up at her as I breathe in, inhaling the scent of her into my lungs. She looks down at me only for a moment, and then she ignores me.

“Eat, faggot,” Mom orders while ignoring me. I take one more deep breath and open my mouth, wrapping my lips around Mom's cock and sliding down. Part of me hoped she would cum immediately, but I'm not shocked when she doesn't do so.

I have to earn my breakfast, now, not by simply taking my morning shower without argument but by sucking their cocks for their milk. My lips stretch taut around Mom's cock, as I slide my lips to her hilt. Mom hums happily, swaying into me.

I love the sound of Mom humming, and she knows it. Maybe it's a reward for me not arguing with my new breakfast, and simply getting to work. I start to bob my head on her cock, my stomach rumbling as she stands in front of me, and sways.

I suck as hard as I can, bobbing my head in quick, forceful motions. I wrap my arms around her hips for the added leverage over my own position. Mom plants her foot on my cock, pinning it to the floor. My focus narrows completely, taking it all.

I bob hard and fast, giving Mom's cock everything I have as she uses the balls of her feet to pin mine. My eyes focus on her meat in front of me, as it emerges from and vanishes into my mouth. I moan for her pleasure, using every trick I've learnt.

She arches her spine and lifts onto the balls of her feet, but I don't let it interrupt me. I arch my own, lifting as much as the foot on my prick will allow, to continue bobbing. I hear her opening and shutting cupboard doors above me as I'm sucking.

Then the sound of cast iron being set on the glass stove top, the turning of dials as Mom finishes mixing the batter and she moves to cooking it. Four plates beside her, one for everyone who gets to eat breakfast off a plate from this point, onward.

I look up at her as I suck, but Mom continues to ignore me. I can feel her heartbeat, I can feel the heat of her cock from my lips to my throat. I put everything I have into earning my breakfast, because the only way I eat is by making them all cum.

Mom doesn't even talk to me, now. She simply hums happily, swaying contentedly against my mouth, as my brain rewires. I rationalise that as survival on cum is possible, it's only natural a faggot should be fed like this, and I smile when called it.

Even as Mom's cock starts to pulse in my mouth, she doesn't stop humming for a moment. Only when the pulsing becomes harder, more urgent, the humming ceases. Her attention doesn't drop to me, but she says, “Tip only, now, faggot. Drink.”

I stop with only the tip of her prick just inside my lips. I freeze, looking up at her as she ignores me, and the first thick jet of Mom's cream pumps into my mouth, drowning my tongue. Two more heavy ropes from Mom, and I swallow, and wait.

Every third stream of milk from Mom's cock, I swallow, until the pulsation subsides. I slide forward immediately, down to the hilt. I keep my mouth open as far as I can, so I can get the last drops, and Mom jerks her hips, forcing her nuts into me.

My head hits the oven door with a soft, painless slap, as Mom pins me to it. I swallow once, twice, three times, waiting for her to pull out. When she does, I swallow until her crown leaves my throat and I breathe in, inhaling Mom's natural musk.

“Good, faggot. Now go where your father and the twins will be able to see you and suck your own cock,” Mom commands, glancing down at me now, “It is important that we start to condition your cock to be able to help us to feed you, as well.”

“Follow all instructions you are given by your father and the twins while servicing yourself,” Mom adds, “You are now the morning show they will enjoy while waiting for their breakfast.” My brain rewires, and I crawl between her legs and out.

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