Shuts you up

"I can't concentrate like this! Christ! I'm already getting hard again! Son, your hand isn't covering it. She's gonna upset the neighbors at this rate!" He stands up, begins pulling out a rapidly hardening cock and begins walking over to you.

"Ok. Count of three buddy. Gotta be quick or she'll be really loud. Ready? 1. 2. 3!"

Your brother moves his hand.

"Wait dad he GAAA-CCK" despite your best efforts to protest your father's cock is down your throat before you could even try to explain. Your head pinned down to the hilt and held there for the second time already this morning and it barely even seemed odd. You could hardly remember the last day that passed without that happening anyway.

Your gagging slows as you resign to your fate. You strain to look up at your father who seems to already have forgotten you're there, lost in his own blissful world.

"Ahhh, that shut her up! Heh, you know," He remarked, seemingly to everyone but you, "I'm not even all that horny, but I'm hard, so I'll just hold it here for the peace and quiet."

You attempt to pull away enough to get in a breath, but he holds you even tighter. He didn't always used to be this way. Your mother on the other hand....

"Breakfast is ready!" she exclaims as she struts over with two plates of pancakes. She places one on the flat of your shoulder blades and one on your lower back above your still filled ass. Your brother stops thrusting as to not spill the plates. You begin to shift and move uncomfortably under the hot plates on your naked back. Your mother smacks you rather stiffly on the back of the head and says "Don't you dare spill breakfast Sarah! If you wiggle that much you'll spill the coffee all over yourself and that will be much worse!"

Before you can fully process those words over the **** from all sides she places two scalding hot coffee mugs on your back. Unable to even move from being startled you freeze and shake only slightly as you can muster.

She places your plate between your father's legs just in time to catch a errant hanging bit of your drool from his balls to on the top of your pancakes. Not that you could see it.

"Thanks, Mom!"

"Thanks, sweetie."

"Gaaa-ck gggkk" you attempt as more drool falls to your pancakes.

They begin to eat in silence, accentuated only by the occasional gag and your ragged attempts at breath.