Just barely

By the time you've managed to start the first under-mixed, malformed pancake, your son has gotten you off three times by nearly lifting you off your feet with his fist embedded deeply in your cunt. Between that and him roughly slapping your tits with every thrust, the kitchen echoes with your constant screams of ecstasy, drowning out Sarah's squelching gags.

Kevin couldn't believe his luck when Peter offered to take over donation duties for his mother, even promising to bring over friends to help out, in exchange for letting him do anything he wanted to her. He thought for sure he would be fighting his son for time with Sarah the minute she became legal, but for some reason it seemed like Peter just wanted to **** his mom all day. Kevin had been fucking her every which-way for longer than Pete has been alive, more than twenty years now, so the chance to be the first to break in Sarah's tight young holes instead was an exciting prospect. He made sure to take advantage as much as possible, to make up for getting less medicine from her brother.

Sarah on the other hand found herself in an increasingly bad situation. Her father started by making her blow him once or twice a day, cutting into her homework time and causing her grades to drop. Since her grades began to drop her father decided he needed to donate more and more to keep her IQ up, but that left even less time for her studies, so Sarah's grades dropped even farther. These days it seems like her mouth always has a cock in it, usually her dad's.

As Marcus gets more comfortable thrusting deeper and deeper into Sarah's asshole, she attempts to scream a complaint around the stiffening member pushing its way down her throat. This, along with watching Peter **** his screaming wife, quickly has Kevin hard as ever, finally putting down his phone to concentrate on using his daughter's head like a sex toy by pulling her hair. He either forgets or conveniently ignores she isn't piss drunk and enjoying it like her mother as he slams Sarah's head into his pelvis harder and harder with every thrust into her asshole by Marcus.

You find it much easier to cook the family breakfast once Peter finally decides to remove his fist, drying your copious pussy juices off his hand by jamming his fingers in your mouth, then inserting himself into your ass while you flip the next pancake. Getting sodomized while cooking was practically something of a routine around here at this point.

You quickly have a passable stack of pancakes going while your son furiously pounds into your asshole from behind, trying to make it hurt. He twists and yanks at your nipple. You ponder ways to steal Kevin's next load from Sarah as you hear your young daughter being railed from both ends behind you.