Ten Minutes Later

Sitting on the floor with his back to the bed, Taylor let out a weary sigh as he tried to focus on the book in his lap.

Not only was his twitching bulge distracting him each time it caused the book to gently bounce, but his stupid sister’s expansive cleavage was pushing into the back of his head every time Craig thrust into her from behind, causing her to scream out from atop her giant tits.

He wasn’t sure why he was even bothering to hang around.

Craig was lost in Mandy’s tight body, bottoming-out his huge cock in her elastic pussy with each swift and slapping thrust.

With a grunt, Taylor closed the book and stood up.

“Huh?” Craig asked, the sudden motion breaking him out of his trance, but did nothing to hinder the speed and **** of his naked and sweating body. “Oh, what’s up man?”

“Gonna go grab something to eat, or something.” Taylor said, his voice flat and bored. “Come and find me when you’re done fucking my sister.”

“Hah, you bet!” Craig laughed, reaching out to grab Mandy’s long blonde hair to yank her head back before speeding up to fuck her even harder. “Tell your folks I said hi!”

Taylor nodded and walked out of his room, able to hear the sexual fireworks going on from the other side of the door with ease.

He chuckled and shook his head, then headed for the stairs and went down towards the kitchen as his own foot-long sausage strained against his gray sweatpants, causing one long tent to form down the left leg.

Part of him was so **** for relief that he was almost tempted to whip it out and jerk off on Mandy’s overflowing orbs, but that would’ve been kind of weird.

Bimbo slut or not, that was his sister.

And if anyone had the right to fuck her, it was Craig.

Even as he walked into the kitchen, he could still hear the racket that Craig and Mandy were making upstairs, but his attention was quickly directed towards his parents when he saw them at the kitchen table, and the mounted camera pointing at them from a few feet away.

Taylor sighed once more and shook his head with disappointment.

“Oh, hey T.” Taylor’s dad said, sitting in a chair with its back to the table. “What’s with all that noise up there?”

Richard was a large man at six-foot-two, his arms and legs and neck were thick and muscular, and his rounded beer-belly was something to behold.

Especially when it and the rest of him was completely naked while he was getting his big dick sucked by some curvy blonde slut kneeling between his legs.

The blonde slowly pulled off of his dad’s enhanced dick with a loud plop, and she turned towards Taylor with a giddy grin on her oversized lips.

“Craig’s here.” Taylor said, rolling his eyes at the sight of his bimbofied mom. “He’s upstairs with Mandy.”

They remained still and silent for a moment to listen for the muffled but very audible thuds and wails of passion upstairs.

“I wondered what that fuss was about.” Shelby giggled, using one hand to quickly stroke Richard’s thick shaft as the other rubbed a nipple of her big fake tits. “For a minute there, I thought your sister found our FuckBot.”

“Your what?”

“Oops.” Shelby said, still pleasuring her husband as she placed a hand over her plump lips. “I guess you didn’t know about it either…”

“Good going, Shel.” Richard grumbled, then grunted as his cock began spasming in her grip. “F-Fuck, get back on it, baby.”

On command, Shelby turned away from her son and dove down on her husband’s fat dick, taking every inch with ease until her nose was pressing into his groin. His dad’s balls, each of them the size of grapefruits, visibly lifted as he let out a harsh groan. Shelby squealed on his cock and her plastic body jerked as her throat and stomach were filled with a gallon of hot baby gravy.

Only half-paying attention to them, Taylor thought about the FuckBot his slutty mom mentioned and wondered if it was stashed in their room somewhere.

If Craig was going to take the time to screw with him by turning his mom and dad into shameless pornstars, Taylor could see him also creating some kind of sex robot for him to find and use just to even the scales.

Taylor scratched his head, wondering what to do next.