Surprisingly, Yes!

As I lick Dad's cock from the hilt to the crown, I am forced to admit, at least in my own mind, that Mom's cock tastes nice, that I like this. My own cock tasted nice, too, but the taste of Mom's meat on my tongue was so much better than my own.

Dad's cock tastes just as delicious as I lick my way to the crown. My eyes flutter as I focus, and I wrap my lips around him, sliding down. I bob my head on his cock, swift and hard, gripping the chair's nearest legs to provide myself more leverage.

I slam my mouth down onto Dad's phallus, taking his entire length into my mouth and throat. Forcing my lips down to his hilt, I swallow as soon as my lips reach his base. I moan around him as I slide my mouth up, sucking with everything I can.

Dad ignores me, utterly, offering not so much as a moan or an inhalation of pleasure. My cheeks warm in embarrassment, but I don't care. I slide my mouth down to Dad's hilt, grinding my tongue against his underside, breathing in as I take it in.

At the base, I swallow, holding my breath and position, so I can swallow twice around as much of his cock as I can. Then, as I slide my soft lips up his meat, I moan, offering him sensual vibrations. Even as he remains completely silent, I don't stop.

My stomach growls hungrily, as my lips slide up to his crown. I grind the tip of my tongue against Dad's frenulum, hoping desperately for some indication of his pleasure. Nothing. I roll my tongue around the entire crown, then slide back down.

Focused on Dad's cock as my sole reason to exist right now, I slide my mouth down. I can hear Mom's footsteps coming to the table, the sound of a plate being set down. Dad's pancakes have arrived, and a moment later, Dad lets out a soft moan.

“Fuck, baby, your pancakes are always wonderful,” Dad says, moaning not because of me sucking his cock, but because of his own breakfast. Humiliation aside, I am famished, and knowing their milk is my only breakfast, I redouble my attention.

I can hear them eating above me, as Mom returns to the stove, to prepare her own breakfast. Proof positive I won't receive anything but cock milk this morning: Mom always fixes her breakfast last. I know what it means, if she's making her own.

I moan softly on Dad's cock, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft in smooth, fast strokes. I can feel his heartbeat on my tongue, the heat bubbling within my mouth and throat. He's not holding himself back, he simply has exceptional stamina.

As his cock starts to pulse, I force myself to move faster, harder. I use my hands on the legs of the chair underneath him to amplify my movements. Harder and harder, I strive to fuck my mouth and throat on Dad's thick, phallic length, moaning.

“Drink, faggot,” Dad's voice hits my ears like a hammer to an anvil. I freeze instantly, his crown just barely inside my lips. Long, thick ropes of cum pump into my mouth, and I immediately start drinking from my Dad's cock, letting him feed me.

Greedily swallowing, my heart races with elation at Dad acknowledging me, rewarding me. I close my eyes and breathe in his rich, aromatic musk, letting myself savour every gram of his milk. Dense and rich, the taste of his cream is wonderful.

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