You let him carry you, but Mom is busy

"Can you... Ah, fuck... Pick me up?"

The mailman simply grunts as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you off the floor, pounding your ass all the while. After a bit of jostling, he begins carrying you down the hall.

"Living... Room," you gasp, following the noise of the vacuum. The mailman nods, and a few awkward steps later you arrive at the door. You crane your neck, trying not to hit your head on the doorframe as you're bounced up and down.

With your head bent over, the first thing you see is the vacuum, still running but toppled-over on the carpet. A few feet away, your mother is lying on her back.

You get a hit of deja-vu at her appearance: she's still wearing nothing but her apron, which has been pulled aside to reveal her big, heavy tits. Instead of your father fucking her mouth, however, it's your naked brother who's straddling her head and shoving his cock down her throat. Her cleavage and the front of her apron is soaked with spit and pre-cum; he must have just finished titfucking her.

Weird, you think. He was titfucking her... On the floor... Interrupted her while she was still vacuuming, obviously... This doesn't make sense. Pete isn't allowed to treat Mom like that.

With your brother facing away from the door, your mother's face full of crotch, and the vacuum running, nobody notices that you're being carried into the living room.

"Hey," you shout desperately, feeling the feeder's cock tense up inside your ass as he thrusts even faster; he must like what he sees. "HEY!"

"Huh?" Pete turns around, freezing for a moment he clues-in to what's going on. "Oh, shit. Hold on a sec." With that he keeps plowing your mother's throat, burying his entire shaft again and again with long, even strokes. She tries to say something, but only a weak gurgle comes out.

"No, Pete, fucking STOP! You don't have time, he's gonna--"

"Too late," the mailman groans, his voice barely audible over the sound of the vacuum. "Fuuuck... S-sorry..." You feel your ass filling up with cum again; his load's no smaller this time around, and soon it's overflowing and dripping down onto the floor.

As the mailman's grip on you loosens up, you take the opportunity to shove off of him and fall to the floor, cursing under your breath as your knees take the **** of the impact.

After a moment's hesitation, you turn around and begin licking at the puddle of semen on the ground. It's soaking into the carpet pretty quickly, but you gather up what you can. Once that's all gone, you grit your teeth and begin scooping some of the cum out of your asshole, licking at it tentatively. Better than my brother's, I guess...

Noticing the mailman's half-erect cock hanging ominously overhead, you decide to give him a job before he can pounce on you again.

"Can you, um... Turn off that vacuum, please?" He seems to be looking at your face rather than your body, maybe because your tongue is covered in his jizz. "Tell my mom what happened?"

The mailman nods, walking over to the almost-nude mother/son pile. On the way over he prods the vacuum with his foot, hitting the OFF button and putting an end to the oppressive noise.

"Miss? I'm afraid I came in your daughter," he says flatly.

"Ggghh." She can't talk with Pete's cock lodged in her throat, and she must be **** to try and push him off when he's so close to orgasm.

"...Um, Sir, would you mind..?"

"One... More... Second... FuuuUUUCK," Pete groans, throwing his head back as he pushes himself balls-deep into your mother's throat and unloads. She chokes and gags a little, but your father's increasingly-rough treatment has trained her well, and she manages to gulp it all down.

"...All done," Pete continues, unsheathing his soaking-wet member and pulling back until only his tip is in your mother's mouth. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks down the last few drops, not letting him pull out until she's finished. "Mmm... God, yeah," he moans, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Finally done, your mother releases Pete's cockhead with a pop and turns to the mailman. "You still have a load for me, don't--Ach... Don't you?" She sputters and coughs up a wad of her son's jizz. She hastily sucks the bulk of it back into her mouth, then scoops the rest off of her cleavage.

"...Um, I may have given her a few loads," the mailman continues, running a hand through his hair. "It might take me a few minutes to recover, and I'm on a schedule, so--"

"Unacceptable," your mother snaps, trying to sit up before realizing that Pete's still straddling her belly. "Move, young man."

"Hey, easy," Pete replies, climbing to his feet only to move a few feet over and plunk himself down on the couch. "You're supposed to be a good slut today. That was the deal."

Deal? You narrow your eyes at your brother. What the hell?

"Fine, whatever. Anyway, you're not going anywhere until I get my dose," your mother continues, pulling her apron over her tits and down to cover her pussy. There's still plenty of cleavage and sideboob, and her ass is completely bare, but it's the most modesty a woman can hope for nowadays... If she wants to maintain her IQ, at least.

"Well, um... I won't be charging you for the doses I shot in your daughter's ass... Even though she does seem to be drinking some of that one," the mailman replies meekly, glancing over at you. "But I have a schedule to keep, so I can't just hang around--"

"You can and you will," your mother says, reaching out to cup the feeder's balls. As she fondles them, he lets out a dribble of pre-cum, which lands on her apron. Without breaking eye contact, she runs a finger down the fabric and licks up the moisture.

"Um... I can probably manage another--Oooh..." He trails off as your mother takes him into her mouth, gently suckling his hardening member. "...O-okay, then..."

You've drank as much of the mailman's load as you can find on the floor or in your ass, so you rise to your feet and waste no time getting out of the living room.

Ugh... My family's even worse than usual today, you lament as you stalk into the kitchen. I need some orange juice or whatever... Maybe my mouth can taste like something that's not cum, at least for like five freakin' minutes...