It went well, but not for Zach

"Happy Anniversary to us, slut." Zach’s dad greeted the tied up slut, kneeling on the floor. Her eyes were glued to the set of roses in front of her; a dozen of roses bundled together compactly and squeezed to fit inside the throat of the wonderful and fabulous Monica Duppley. I always adore her on television appearances; she always speaks in a professional manner, and her speeches are always circumstantial. She only pauses when a dick gets pushed down her throat. Not even double penetration could stop her from pronouncing her words properly.

"Honey." Zach’s mom said, smiling as tears began to form in her eyes. "Thank you." She added as tears began to stream down her cheeks, mixing with the left-over saliva and phlegm.

"That’s not all." Zach’s dad said. And without getting off his chair, he gave Monica a hard kick in the gut. She groaned in response. She was facing upward, straightening her throat for the roses, like how a performer straightens their throat when swallowing swords. Understanding what Zach’s dad meant, Monica pulled out the roses that had been stretching her throat for a while now. She must have entered the house with that already in her throat. As soon as those things were completely out, she coughed and re-adjusted her jaw.

"You’ll love this, Mrs. River." Monica said to Zach’s mom, grabbing an old dog bowl, and by the looks of it, it hadn’t been cleaned since the day it was purchased. The dried-up stains of piss and semen appear like a design for the bowl. Monica slides the bowl into her front. She stretched out her tongue and prodded her uvula, the small thing behind the tongue, an effort to **** herself to throw up.

A dark brown liquid came oozing out of her mouth, followed by a much lighter brown liquid and more watery. Monica was aiming for the bowl, but the vomit’s flow was unpredictable and some went to the floor, but she quickly licked them off and spit them back into the bowl, adding her own saliva to the mix in the process.

"Here you go, Mrs. River." Monica said, sliding the bowl to Zach’s mom. Initially dumbfounded by what was in the bowl, Zach's mother is now eager to taste that because it's yet another gift from her husband. Monica lifted the bowl next to her chin. She then begins a small lick as she savor the flavor.

"Oh, wow. Couverture chocolate, my favorite," Zach’s mom said with delight. She dipped her whole face in the bowl like a hungry animal. The liquid doesn’t resemble liquid chocolate at all; it’s too watery and the color was way off. But watching Zach’s mom happily slurping everything in the bowl made me curious if it does taste like chocolate at all.

"The anniversary meals are the best!" Zach’s mom announced after emptying the bowl. Some of the liquid was dripping from her nose and chin as her face was completely covered with it. I looked at Monica, and she looked back at me. It looks like we are thinking the same thing. We both moved, licking her face and tasting Monica's vomit, me on the right and Monica on the left. I tasted it like regular vomit, like someone had drank piss ate cum all day, but as I savored it again, I started to taste the chocolate in it. Soon the three of us exchanged kisses with one another. Monica, who wasn’t tied up like us, moved her hands on each of our cunts and fingered us. I’d like to do the same if my hands weren’t tied up behind my back.

"Where’s Ashley?" Zach’s dad asked, not quite sure who he was asking. But his wife volunteered to answer. She backed out of our triple kiss play to answer her husband. But Monica and I kept going. Monica even gave me a few tit slaps to increase my arousal.

She replied, "She's with William next door, Hon." to her husband.

"I thought William was going to join us for dinner. Where is he, slut? " Zach asked his mother.

"He changed his mind on joining us for dinner when Ashley convinced him of her prediction that the dinner would be delayed." "Plus, his wife is making spaghetti." She informed her son, informing him that it was his fault. If he just went with the punishments sooner, they would have got dinner in time.

"That reminds me." Zach’s dad suddenly realized "Our visitors haven’t eaten yet." He looked at us. "Hey you two, come join us for our dinner. You worthless sluts. " With that, he opened his legs, allowing one of us to suck his dick and swallow his cum. And Zach did the same on his side of the table. Monica was the closest to Zach, so she went to him, and I went to Zach’s dad.

"How was school, son?" Zach’s mom asked her son. Her voice turned back to being a mother, curious about her son’s day at school.

"It was okay, the same as the others." Zach answered with a neutral answer, trying to avoid any conversation that could lead to his bullying of Brandon at school. That’s where I come in.

I pulled out of Zach’s dad’s dick and announced. “Actually, there's something you need to know.”

"Oh, fuck." Zach commented. He knows where the conversation’s heading after I reveal the news.