In the living room with Dad

You reach the bottom of the stairs, opening your mouth to start yelling for Mom... But you stop as you hear voices coming from the living room. You can tell it's your parents, and there's some tension in their voices, so you tiptoe closer to eavesdrop.

"C'mon, Honey," your father groans. "I have some extra time before work, and we haven't, um... Snuggled in almost a month!"

"Of course we have," your mother replies, sounding confused. "We're snuggling right now!"

"N-no, I mean..." His voice lowers do a whisper, and you don't catch the rest.

The door's cracked open, so you take a peek inside. Your parents are sitting on the couch, nestled up next to one another. Dad is dressed for work, while Mom's wearing her blue nightgown. The silky, loose-fitting garment doesn't see much use, since you and Cassidy don't let her wear traditional pajamas; it's mostly for moments like these, when she's up early and only Dad's around.

Looking at her, you're instantly reminded why you don't like her covering herself up. She's a beautiful woman, especially for her age... Smooth, lightly-tanned skin, shoulder-length brunette curls, and a pair of big, soft tits just perfect for sliding your cock into. Her lower half is equally impressive: the curves of her wide hips and bubble butt are visible even beneath the loose fabric.

Right now, it doesn't seem like Dad is such a big fan of the nightgown either. His hand is slowly rubbing its way up Mom's thigh, pushing aside the skirt inch by inch.

"Oooh, that kind of snuggling... I'm sorry, Dear," Mom sighs. "I don't think I'm up for it. My pussy's still sore from last night, 'cause the boys and I were up super, super late."

"Wait, your pussy--You mean they were fucking you? All night?"

"Yup! They said they were bored of my throat, and I wanted to make sure they could still give me lots and lots of medicine, so..." She pauses, cocking her head to one side. "Was that wrong?"

"...No, Hon. That was the right thing to do." Dad swallows hard, then pats her leg reassuringly. "Medicine is important, and I guess our boys are doing a good job keeping your IQ up."

Guess again, you think, stifling a chuckle. I only busted in Mom's mouth ONCE last night, and I'm pretty sure all of Cassidy's loads went in her pussy too.

"...But I wish we could do that sometimes," your father continues, his hand moving further up Mom's thigh. "I miss it."

"I know, Dear, but it's really important that I save my energy for Marcus and Cassidy, right?" She takes hold of your father's hand just as it's about to slide between her legs, gripping it tightly. What she thinks is a sweet gesture leaves your old man looking crestfallen. "Besides, aren't you getting enough 'relief' at the office? That's what the boys always say when I get worried about you."

"That--No, not really," Dad replies, shaking his head with frustration. "All the hot girls--Um, I mean, most of my coworkers are aware of my condition now. The regular clients, too, and the shops nearby... I have to drive five blocks just to get my dick we--Uh... To get some relief on my lunch break."

Mom nods and squeezes his hand sympathetically, only half-understanding what he's saying. If her mind wasn't so dulled, she would definitely be outraged about Dad taking advantage of women without giving them any medicine. "I'm sorry, Dear. Maybe I can give you a quick handjob?"

That perks him up immediately. "Oh God, yes! Jen, that would be--"

"Mooom," you call out, rounding the corner. As you walk into the living room you yawn and stretch, your erection jutting out towards your mother. "Gotta nut!"

"Oh! Good morning, Sweetie," Mom says, letting go of your father's hand and scooting over a few inches. She leans forward as you approach, giving you a view of her generous cleavage while she parts her plump lips. She quickly runs her tongue over them, getting ready to take you into her mouth at a moment's notice.