I don't let daddy fuck my bussy. [Goth Mommy]

"I-I'm sorry," I tell daddy as I start to stand back up feeling my legs about to give out before catching myself on the table ",I need to make breakfast."

"Ok, buttercup," He says giving me a kiss on the neck ", Just remember daddy's always here to help his little slut get some release."

"Y-yes, daddy." I stammer as I shakily make my way to making breakfast, though I remain distracted by thoughts of mommy spanking me.

As I finish the second batch of pancakes I start to regret not accepting daddy on his offer as mommy is still nowhere to be seen.

"Oh wonderful, I was a bit nervous it seems like making you like cooking for the family worked," Mommy calls as I turn around nearly dropping my spatula. Before she had made herself look like a goth coed and while she still looks like a goth she looks closer in age to what she originally did, just the barest hint of crow feet are starting to show and while her hair is about 1/3 white on her left side it looks entirely artificial with the remainder of her hair being a silky black. Despite the black silk robe cinched around her waist I can tell she has a tiny waist and a pair of plump thighs and a stomach that shows a light padding of fat. Her pale chest must have grown again as it has no chance of being concealed and even her dark areolas peak out. The wand sits loosely in the bow of her robes but it's quickly obscured as she sits at the table.

"Well aren't you going to give me my morning oral, you father certainly didn't." Mom asks in a tone I know promises she will change something about him as a punishment, that only she will know. I drop the spatula and leave the skillet on the stove as I practically slide under the table to find her robe hiked up and legs spread wide before she laughs.

"Wow, I wasn't expecting you to be so, eager." She says quickly closing her legs ", I much rather not waste the time putting out a fire or having my breakfast come to me."

I realize my mistake as I quickly scramble from under the table finding the pancake ruined and quickly putting it in the sink before turning off the stove.

"I'll give you points for your eagerness both in servicing me and cooking, but I'll have to take one off for trying to burn the house down." Mom declares as she nonchalantly crosses her legs as I quickly scrape the blackened pancakes out of the pan before collecting her food to place it in front of her. I wait just long enough for her to spread her legs as I dive underneath the table long black table cloth to find mommy's pierced pussy waiting for me nestled below a small white skull shaped pubes and above that nestled in her tie the wand. I waste no time running my tongue along her labia, being sure to give each piercing a flick before making my way to her clit. I take some relief in her gasps as that means she won't punish me more but no matter how hard I pull on my dicklette it doesn't react let alone get hard even as mom's hand pushes me further in to her.

"Mornin' mom." Cassie calls in between yawns cutting off mommy's gasps ", Have you seen John. He wasn't in his room for his morning face sitting."

"Ohhh. I'm sure he's around here some where."

"Right, he's never far from his mommy," Cassie grumbles as she sits down before the pair fall silent as the three of us enjoy our 'meals' ,"Though he must have been taking classes usually his cooking isn't this good."

"Ah...you are right, maybe he should get a reward." Mommy declares before grasping the wand and whispering ,"A woman's pleasure, is a man's."

"What was that?" Cassie asks before mom quickly answers with.

"Noothing, sweetie." Mommy answers with a barely suppressed moan as I rake back with my tongue stud and find my dicklette quickly hardening, in-spite of my **** pulling with two fingers.

"Yeaaah.... You know mom maybe, it would be best if you gave John some room to 'choose' his mistress." Even I can tell by 'choose' she means her and to my surprise mom's thighs loosen their grip on my head as my tongue clings against her christina piercing.

"Cassie....Maybe.. you are right. I HAVE been hogging John to myself." Mommy relents sneaking a quick head pat as I pull myself away from her pussy breaking the few strands of saliva connecting us.

To my surprise it seems Cassie's "morning wear" is far less formal than mommy's. A pair of calf hugging socks and a black thong is all that block me. Looking between the two it seems both are gifted with thick thighs, though while mommy's are pale and soft Cassie's are tanned and toned. But I hesitate with my hand on my 2 inch erection wondering if this is another "test" or maybe I can take the wand from her.