Future Plans

“So have you two decided what you want to study, at Stanford?” Mom asks, above me, as my mouth slips down to her hilt, and then slid up once more. I couldn't moan, couldn't make a sound, which meant I could listen to the conversation easier.

“Well, we were thinking, something we could do cooperatively, together,” Enzo answers, from behind me, resting one foot on the back of my head, the other on my shoulder. “Something like marine biology, botany, or mycology, or something.”

“Or, alternative one, earth sciences, like geology, oceanography, maybe some vein of chemistry or physics,” Juno adds, as I continue servicing Mom's thick shaft. I listen to the conversation above, thinking about what I could recommend to them.

More accurately, what I could recommend to them once I am allowed to have a voice, once more. For now, my lips glide silently up the length of Mom's massive cock, then down. I flex my tongue as best I can, as her meat suppresses it utterly.

Mom offers me no response, no hint of reaction, as my mouth moves. I take her to the hilt, swallowing around her shaft as my lower lip touches Mom's nuts. “I think your mother and I would be proud of you if you were to be any of those things.”

“You two have a lot of potential,” Dad adds, “and we're proud of you for graduating high school with honours, and having earned the scholarships you've received.” They didn't receive any full ride scholarship, but they'd still earned major aid.

It meant the twins would need minimal financial assistance for their tuition. The kind they could earn with a part-time job while at Stanford. My mind wandered, as I continue moving my mouth on Mom's cock, listening to them speak, above me.

“It was a lot of hard work, and we had a lot of assistance,” Enzo answers, his toes curling into my hair and gripping tightly, before shoving my head down on Mom's cock. I cough soundlessly, choking briefly from being startled, but keep sucking.

“Mm,” Mom sighs softly, thoughtfully, “Yes. Your brother was rather extremely helpful with your homework, wasn't he?He has always loved you two so.” Enzo's toes in my hair pull back, dragging my head up, then slamming it back down.

“Are either of you reciprocating that by helping him eat his dinner?” Mom asked. Juno giggled, and Enzo chuckled, albeit neither one answered. Mom chortled in answer, a permissive sound that told Enzo he could keep doing as he was doing.

I felt his foot shift from my shoulder to the back of my neck, and my eyes fluttered as he hooked the bridge of his foot on my throat, and pulled my head up. I relax my muscles, closing my eyes as his foot shifts back to the back of my neck again.

Enzo slams me down with both feet, and my mouth crashes violently down onto Mom's cock. He forces me to the hilt, and my lips press hard against Mom's nuts, before he flicks his foot back against my throat and pulls me back up with his feet.

Mom remains silent, offering no acknowledgement of me. She makes no further comment on Enzo throat-fucking me onto her cock, either. Instead, she focuses on their future plans, “So you've listed a few science disciplines. Are any favourite?”

“Or are you considering a mathematics or engineering degree, as alternatives, too?” Dad asks, humming thoughtfully even as he ignores me, too. For all intents and purposes, I'm not here right now, not in any context that requires any attention.

When Mom's cock starts to pulse, I lift my hands, cupping Enzo's calves with mine and patting. I don't know if he knows what I'm trying to communicate, but he pulls my head up and holds me still, thumping his heel on the back of my head.

I pull gently, and he slams my head down onto Mom's cock again, even harder. My eyes flutter against her base as her nuts are forced into my mouth. I quickly start sucking on her jewels, caressing them with my tongue, as I swallow on her shaft.

For about two minutes, Mom's milk pulses into the bottom of my throat and into my stomach with every swallow. When it ceases to pulse, I pat Enzo's calves, again. His foot flicks from the back of my neck to pressing the bridge against the front.

One firm yank with both feet, and I gasp softly for air, chest rising and falling, as he wrenches me forcefully up off Mom's phallus. My eyes flutter, as his feet trail down my back, until he hooks both of them around my hips, dragging me back.

Quickly manoeuvring, I turn around to face him, wrapping my lips around his cock and sinking down. I reach over to Juno, and start stroking her cock lovingly, bobbing my head on Enzo's meat. After two minutes, I feel his foot between my legs.

A harmless kick in the nuts, not enough to hurt but enough to command, and I slide my mouth off him. Switching quickly, I wrap my fingers around his cock and my mouth to Juno, sliding down on her and beginning to service her cock, instead.

I maintain my breath, even and slow, as I work one with my hand, the other with my mouth. It'll slow down earning what either one has for me, but it'll also mean I get more, too. I could probably even get away with edging them both, for a bit.

I close my eyes and sigh as I move, feeling content on my knees, underneath the kitchen table. The unexpected truth I've found in the last few days is I like how I've been treated. There's something wonderful about it, and the milk is fantastic.

For around a dozen minutes, I alternate between them, until Enzo's cock starts to pulse in my mouth. I slow my hand on Juno and hold position on Enzo, drinking as he feeds me his cream. I swallow hard, taking every drop, before leaving him.

A moment later, my lips locked around Juno's hilt, I swallow repeatedly, drinking her milk, in turn. As I start to slide my mouth up, one of Juno's legs loops over my shoulder and she plants her foot on the small of my back, holding me firmly.

I blink as I feel Enzo's foot on my other side, and reflexively look up. All I can see, from this position at least, is just the underside of the table, and I make a face as I inhale the warm, aromatic musk of Juno's scent, letting her fill my lungs.

Of course you can't make eye contact, dumbass, you're under the kitchen table eating your dinner, you mook, I scold myself, feeling my cheeks turn pink, but the message is clear. Keep sucking. When their legs relax and slide off, I resume sucking her.

My hand slides back up Enzo's calf, back to his cock. His meat still hard, I slide my fingers around him and simply restart stroking his cock. They're still talking, above me, about Enzo and Juno's plans for their time at Stanford, but softer, now.

There's a muffled contentment in their voices, but I can't make out the words, anymore. I focus my mind on my meal, and dismiss any interest in attempting to hear the conversation. It is now no longer for my ears, and I have more milk to earn.