Zach continues

Zach’s dad watched TV while he waited for his family to finish whatever fun and games they were doing upstairs. He wanted to have dinner together like a normal family would.

Zach continues to torment us with a rod, giving his full **** and without slowing down. Our screams and moans echoed around the house, even with the TV's loud volume. Zach’s father got agitated by the noise we were making.

"Hey! Shut the fuck up, stupid sluts. I’m watching here. " He yelled out.

"Sorry, honey. We’ll try. " Zach's mother tried to apologize to her husband, but she knew it wouldn't be enough. She would have to spend a week inside a dog cage in order to be forgiven. with only piss to drink. And if she remains silent for a day, she gets to eat cum the next day morning. She explained that to me after hearing her husband respond with an "Ugh," revealing his annoyance. Sorry isn’t welcome in this house, apparently.

“I’ll be in the cage tomorrow morning, honey, and I'll have Stephanie visit here again." Zach’s mother followed up with a proper response. Her husband seemed to be satisfied with her answer since he switched his attention back to the guest. Stephanie is the closest of her sisters, basically her best friend since they were children. She calls Stephanie to replace her temporarily whenever she spends a week inside the dog cage. Of course, someone needs to cook for her husband and son, clean the house, and do other housekeeping. Stephanie loved doing that, especially the cooking, and since she was the only one of her sisters who knew her recipe, Stephanie was her only choice for this kind of task. Stephanie was never married, but she had 10 children. Some were fathered by either Zach and Zach’s father, but some were from strangers.

"Suck it like this, dumb slut." He was obviously talking to his guest downstairs while he **** his whole dick down her throat. I could tell because of the gurgling and **** in her reaction.

"Zach!" Zach’s mother raised her voice. She no longer sounds like an abused slut but rather an annoyed mother. Zach noticed the change in tone in her voice and stopped his swing mid-air. "Quit playing around! Give these no-good sluts in front of you their punishments already. We need to hurry; your father’s waiting. " She reminded Zach. She sounds quite serious after losing patience. Those beatings were clearly not punishments, but rather a practice run for the real thing. I tried to recall what exactly we were punished for. I started with her. She cooked dinner. No, that doesn’t deserve punishment. She interrupted our breeding moment, No, still not it. The breeding was a success. Now I remember, she told him to go downstairs too soon. Now, that definitely deserves a brutal punishment. And as for me, what did I do wrong? I chuckled as I thought about it. Who am I kidding? I’m GehannaFertile. Of course I deserve to be punished. Owning that name is enough reason to be punished.

After hearing from his mother, Zach had **** but to obey her. He dropped the rod and reached beneath the bed for the tray. Zach’s mom took advantage of this temporary pause and leant down on me to kiss me. She rubbed her tongue all over my piehole, slurping my spittle. I did the same to her. Soon, saliva and phlegm get passed around our mouths. Like a true slut-to-slut kiss. Our kiss broke when Zach pulled both of her mother’s arms and tied them on her back like he did mine. It's a good thing the saliva and phlegm were left in my mouth. I haven’t eaten or drunk for some time now, and having those for a snack was a great relief.

"You know what, sluts? I’ve changed my mind. We’ll start your punishments later, after dinner. Zach announced, finishing on her mom’s ropes, tightening them around each tit, making sure the ropes squeezed them just like mine. But he did not pull the rope all the way down her cunt; he just wrapped it around her wrist all the way to her elbow. Keeping her arms straight on her back, the **** position of her arms pulled her elbows back as well. It looks uncomfortable, and judging by her sweat, moaning, and a river of pussy juice sliding from her thigh, I could tell it is.

"Good. I bet you're getting hungry. " Zach’s mother replied, watching as his son picked up the clamps he was about to put on her tits. "Honey..." ca.." She called her husband, but paused after the first clamp bit into her left nipple. She waited for Zach to apply the second clamp on her right nipple to prevent interruption of her words. "Honey, can you reheat the food for 30 seconds in the microwave?" She asked her husband downstairs. since her hands were completely immovable.

Zach’s dad did not reply. But we could tell that he did what he was told by hearing him speak to his guest. "You heard that, slut. Now move. " He told the guest

As I lay there on the bed, with my legs wide open, Zach’s mom was sitting on my stomach, facing me. Without wasting time, he dived his dick into my pussy. His thrusts were so powerful that they pushed the bed forward. Zach’s mom turns around to kiss and lick her son’s nipple, pushing him to cum too soon. Zach let out a loud moan as he filled my fertile womb once again. He left the room without saying anything to us. But we both followed him. Without hands to support our crawl, we walk by kneeling. We found out that walking down the stairs while kneeling is a little bit challenging, but we were able to succeed without sliding down.

When we arrived at the dinner room, Zach and his father had already started eating. The two were enjoying their vegetable stew and a large roasted turkey at the center of the table. We crawled closer and we found Zach’s dad's guest for tonight kneeling next to him. She had nice cum covered D-cup tits. Her mouth continuously drools as she holds roses down her throat. My jaw dropped after realizing who she was. It’s Monica Duppley, the owner and CEO of the company where Zach’s father works. She's one of the rich and famous people in our city, and I can’t believe I’m seeing her tonight in person. She must have been "visiting" here a million times, since Zach’s mother wasn’t jolted by her presence.

Zach’s dad noticed his wife’s awareness of the flowers. "Happy Anniversary to us, slut." He said to his wife.