Breakfast time

You smile with smug satisfaction after stealing Sarah's morning donation from her father, happy to be up two doses already this morning as you enter the kitchen to make breakfast for the family. It's increasingly difficult to get anything from your own husband these days, as it seems like Pete and Kevin made some sort of deal behind the scenes regarding your's and Sarah's daily medication. Not that it bothered you much...

"On your knees, whore. My friend needs to take a piss." Peter says, shoving you down to your knees just as you begin preparing the pancake batter. A semi-hard cock is popped into your mouth from an unknown man. "Mom, this is my friend Marcus... Marcus, this is my dumb cunt mom."

"Holy shit, Pete. I can't believe you can talk to your mom like that!" Marcus says, as he quickly begins to piss with very little hesitation; he's been holding it a while. You start to swallow without complaint, happy he's not immediately plastering your face like Pete would do, forcing you to clean it up later. "My brother and I have a different arrangement with our mom. We try not to make her a piss whore, our dad wouldn't like it."

"My dad doesn't care as long as I keep bringing friends over for more 'donations' every day." Peter says, walking behind his mother and reaching between her legs. "Spread 'em wider, bitch!" He begins attempting to shove his entire hand into your pussy all at once as he forces your thighs apart. Since he made your his personal piss whore he knows you like it now, no matter what he does. It seems like he's in a competition now with Kevin to see who can treat their personal cum dumpster worse.

Kevin walks in with Sarah in tow, practically dragging his daughter by the hair to keep his nearly flaccid cock in her mouth as he goes to take his seat at the kitchen table. He barely looks up from his phone to see his wife getting slowly fisted by their son, while softly sucking some young guy he didn't recognize. He didn't like that breakfast would be late, but he was happy to see Peter brought another new friend over to donate to Martha. At least he had plenty of time before work this morning.

Kevin begins stuffing his balls into his daughter's mouth and laying his flaccid cock across her cheek, giving up on his erection and breakfast to look at his work emails on his phone while he waits. He gives a halfhearted "Morning, everyone."

"Morning, Pete's dad. I'm Marcus, Pete's friend from school." Marcus says, still not finished with his extremely long first morning piss into your mouth. He's been holding it since Peter invited him over, promising to let him use you like a toilet. As his stream slows down he begins eyeing Sarah's perky ass peeking out from under the table, slowly getting harder in your mouth. "Mind if I fuck.... uh... Sarah, was it?"

Kevin frowns as the kid he barely knows begins to pull down his daughter's panties and line his cock up with her tight pussy without really waiting for permission from anyone. He wants to tell him no at first, but at least this way Martha can concentrate on breakfast. "As long as you give her mom the dose when you're done." He sneers at Marcus' shabby look as he gleefully begins parting his daughter's pussy and pushing himself inside. "And use her ass, please. Unless you're dating her."

Sarah whines pitifully around her father's balls as some guy she's never seen begins gruffly shoving his cock into her asshole. Kevin begins finally regaining his erection with the dark joy of letting some random guy fuck his daughter's ass, only to give the donation to her mother. He reassures himself that he'll make sure to give Sarah two more himself before work to make up for it as he begins pushing the head of his dick between her lips to start milking out the first one.

Now that Marcus has moved on to Sarah, you realize you need to continue making breakfast, but Peter seems like he's trying to stuff his whole arm into your pussy now that he's worked the full fist inside. Your mind is abuzz with intoxication after drinking so much piss already this morning, despite your increasingly high tolerance, so your son's **** is actually rather welcome, but you are struggling stand to continue mixing the pancake batter.