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Family Breakfast
by NSFster (kilroylj@gmail.com)
***
Rachel had already given up trying to focus on
preparing breakfast. She always loved watching her
sexy family play, but nothing turned her on more than
seeing her boys going after each other. She was
leaning back against the counter, one hand savagely
twisting and tugging at her swelling nipples, the
other with a full four fingers already crammed into
her soggy cunt, watching the father-son performance.
(MFmm, inc, ped, bi, oral, anal, beast)
***
Author's Note: Dear Fellow Perv. This scene, in nearly
every filthy detail, has been stuck in my head for
years. Light on dramatic depth, heavy on the kink.
I finally wrote it down so it can get out into yours
too. Feedback and suggestions welcomed at
kilroylj@gmail.com, and if you happen to be an artist
of any kind and should do something visual with this,
I'd *love* to see it. And yes, I have quite a few
other, equally sordid, "memories" of this family that
may eventually make it out into the world.
***
Ryan was startled awake by the "thwack" of his morning
hard-on slapping against his belly as he rolled over
in bed. Reflexively, he reached down to grab his stiff
teenage cock and feed it back into his little sister's
mouth, where it usually already was every morning when
he woke up. It wasn't until several seconds later when
he still didn't feel the familiar soft wetness of her
warm little mouth nursing on his cock, that he
groggily sat up and remembered Rebecca was away for
the week at their grandparents' farm. He grinned
sleepily to himself, idly rubbing his thumb over the
head of his cock and remembering how much fun he'd had
making movies with them the last time he'd been there.
So, no Beck. No problem - in this family, there was
always someone more than happy to take care of a
"problem" like his. Stretching with a yawn, the boy
rolled out of bed and shuffled barefoot down the hall
to the stairs, which he took two at a time as his
still-stiff young cock bounced in front of him. The
smells of coffee and bacon met him halfway down.
His Dad was sitting at the kitchen table in his
bathrobe, mostly hidden behind the pages of the
newspaper's sports section. His Mom was bent over,
sliding something into the oven - the strings of her
bright yellow apron fell straight down into the
tempting cleft between the bare round cheeks of her
ass. The sides of her large hanging breasts bulged
out, visible even from behind. She wasn't wearing
anything else. She straightened up and closed the oven
door just as Ryan approached.
He pressed himself against her from behind, his cock
nestling into that soft maternal ass-crack while his
arms curled around and slipped under the front of the
apron to slide over her belly and up to gently squeeze
at her heavy breasts. She tilted her head back to one
side and sighed softly, so he nuzzled through her long
dark wavy hair and into her neck.
"My, aren't you raring to go this morning! If it gets
your poor old mother this kind of attention before
breakfast, we need to send your sister off to the farm
more often!" Rachel squeezed her plush ass cheeks,
trapping her son's cock between them, and wiggled back
against his naked body appreciatively. "Hold on just a
minute there, Tiger. We don't want the bacon to burn."
"Awww, Mom," Ryan groaned as he bounced his hips
slightly up and down, fucking into his Mom's generous
ass-cleavage.
Rachel reached back and playfully swatted at her son's
ass with a wooden spoon. He jumped back with an
exaggerated yelp, his stiff needy young cock waving
comically in the air. "Not that you don't look yummy,
young man, and we'll certainly be doing something
about that very soon," she promised. "But I really do
need to finish with breakfast."
She turned and grabbed a jar off the counter. "See? I
even made fresh jam to go with the biscuits." She
popped off the lid, and scooped out a dollop of
raspberry preserve. Setting the jar back down, she
pulled the apron aside and lifted one heavy breast,
smearing the sweet berries over a dark, stiff nipple
that stood in stark contrast to the pale blue-veined
skin surrounding it. "Just a taste," she offered.
Still rubbing his ass with one hand, Ryan leaned
forward and slurped his Mom's entire aureola into his
mouth, scraping his tongue across before nipping and
tugging roughly at the thick nipple with his teeth.
Rachel moaned, pulling him toward her with her hands
on the back of his head as if to smother him with her
pillowy breast, then pushed him firmly away. There was
an audible "pop" as her nipple escaped his lips.
"Patience, sweetheart, patience." She handed him an
empty coffee cup. "Why don't you get me your Dad's
cream?"
"Mmmm, ok Mom," Ryan agreed enthusiastically. He took
the cup, and walked back over to set it on the table
where his Dad was still reading the sports section.
Roger turned to the next page as he shifted slightly
in his chair, causing his loose robe to fall open and
exposing the thick cock already stirring against his
leg. Without hesitation, the boy pursed his lips and
drooled sloppily all over the tip of his father's cock
making it gleam wetly before he slurped it into his
mouth. Almost immediately, the kitchen was echoing
with obscene squelching sounds as Ryan bobbed his head
up and down on just the rapidly swelling tip, little
dribbles of spit running down the shaft.
Roger's eyes widened, and the paper fell from his
hands to the floor as he looked down, his eyes meeting
the boy's lustful gaze. "Damn, son, what's gotten into
you? Your sister's only been gone a few days! Oh,
fuck," he groaned, as Ryan abruptly moved his mouth
lower to focus on his Dad's bloated balls. As the boy
alternately drooled, licked, and sucked ferociously on
the clean-shaven ball-sack, Roger shifted even lower
in his chair and lifted one leg onto the table to give
him easier access. Encouraged, Ryan started pushing
his tongue lower still, probing at his father's
asshole while hard cock bounced on his forehead.
"Help, honey! Rape!" Roger called to his wife.
Rachel had already given up trying to focus on
preparing breakfast. She always loved watching her
sexy family play, but nothing turned her on more than
seeing her boys going after each other. She was
leaning back against the counter, one hand savagely
twisting and tugging at her swelling nipples, the
other with a full four fingers already crammed into
her soggy cunt, watching the father-son performance.
Now on wobbly legs she moved across the kitchen,
squatting to one side for a better view. The sight of
her son's slender pale ass up in the air and his hard
needy cock swaying underneath that sweet little hole
as the boy eagerly lapped at his father's ass and
balls, made her pussy literally gush. "That's it Ryan,
get your tongue all the way up Daddy's ass - does that
feel good, honey?" Both father and son moaned at once
in ecstatically incoherent agreement.
Drawn equally by the scents of bacon and sex, at that
moment the family's black Lab trotted into the
kitchen. Spotting Ryan on all fours, well-trained
Buster immediately started doing some ass-licking of
his own, swiping his long rough tongue back and forth
over the boy's crack.
Torn between the urgent need burning in her cunt and
the chance to make such an already-hot view even more
so, with a whimper Rachel took the hand already
shining with her pussy juice and started using it to
jack the dog's cock peeking out of its furry sheath to
full erection. Like both of the other men in the
house, Buster was always half-hard anyway and he
didn't need much encouragement. Very soon her fingers
were sliding around the base of an extremely swollen
and veiny canine hard-on.
Ryan had returned to slurping on the shaft of his
father's cock, still drooling copiously, and was now
probing with two curled fingers up into the man's
spasming asshole. Roger still had a leg on the table,
the other now propped around his son's shoulder.
Looking over his cock-sucking son his gaze now met his
wife's, as she knelt behind the boy frantically
stroking the family dog's cock. They both had the same
lust-crazed smile on their faces.
For the first time since he'd dived between his
father's legs, Ryan paused for a moment and lifted his
spit-coated face. He too had that same lust-crazed
smile as he looked first up to Roger, then back over
his shoulder at Rachel. The grin grew wider as he took
in the sight of his naked mother kneeling on the
kitchen floor, heavy breasts wobbling, as she jerked
off the increasingly excited Buster. "Is that for me,
Mom?"
In answer, Rachel reached up to the breakfast table
with the hand that wasn't full of doggy cock and
collected a fat dollop of butter on her fingers. The
wicked grin on her face got bigger as she waved her
greasy fingers at her husband's stiff slimy cock and
declared "You just worry about finishing your chores,
you greedy little cocksucker. Your father's cream,
remember?"
The boy opened his mouth and started to reply, but was
interrupted by his father grabbing his head with both
hands and firmly pulling it back down, re-filling the
boy's mouth with cock and turning "Yes, ma'am!" into a
garbled moan matched by both of his parents. Ryan
didn't have the most talented tongue in the house
(that was his sister Rebecca), nor the strongest
(Buster), but his enthusiasm was unmatched.
"Good boy," Rachel cooed, as she used her one-handed
grip on Buster's cock to lever the dog far enough away
from her son's ass that she could start smearing it
with butter without the eager dog licking it right
back off. Slipping first one slick finger, then two,
then three into the boy's tight hole, she looked up at
her husband and waited a moment for his eyes to
uncross from their son's frenetic slobbering on his
shaft. "How's he doing up there? Has our boy earned a
little doggy-fucking? Buster's sure ready." The dog's
back legs were bouncing so powerfully as he fucked
into her fingers that she was having a hard time
keeping her grip on the fat knot at the base of his
angry red erection. Unable to resist, she dipped her
head for a quick taste of the dew-spurting tip.
Poor Ryan whined around his mouthful of fatherly
prick, wiggling his ass at his mother in wordless
desperation and making his own sadly neglected cock
sway between his legs. Rachel let Buster's frenetic
humping pop the dog's cock-tip out of her mouth, and
with a final twist of her fingers to be sure her son's
asshole was well lubed, guided the straining red doggy
shaft toward its target.
Seeing what was about to happen, Roger took an extra-
firm grip on the back of his son's head. Despite the
slick puddle of saliva pooling under his ass, he
managed to keep himself from sliding off the chair,
and his cock securely in the boy's mouth. Both Ryan
and Buster yelped in pleasure as Rachel spread her
son's asshole and the dog's cock slipped easily
inside. It very nearly plunged straight past the
swollen knot, held back only by the precarious grip of
her fingers curled around the shaft above it.
"Fuck, boy, fuck!" Rachel gasped, overcome by the
nasty thrill as Buster's cock began frantically
jackhammering into his young owner and sending
rhythmic jolts of pleasure rippling up through the
boy's body to Roger's well-sucked prick. Without
thinking she let go of the dog's cock to shove as many
fingers as she could into her boiling cunt, so on his
very next stroke Buster mercilessly drove his knot
through Ryan's ass-ring, locking his entire doggy cock
inside. Ryan's eyes bulged as much as his cheeks, and
he let out a strangled cry.
"It's all in - your son just took the fucking knot in
his fucking ass! Fuck!" Rachel exclaimed in proud
disbelief. She regularly pussy-knotted Buster, as had
little Rebecca, but none of the family had managed to
take that much of the dog in their asses. Roger had
been taking advantage of Buster's position hunched
atop his son to lean forward and exchange a sloppy
tongue-kiss with the panting beast. Now, sliding his
hands down the boy's naked back he blindly explored
Ryan's stretched-to-the-limit butt with his
fingertips, verifying that it had indeed swallowed
Buster's impressive knot.
Roger had been on the brink of surrendering to his
son's messy cock-sucking efforts since Rachel
started greasing up the boy's ass, and just couldn't
hold back any more. With an incoherent gurgle, he
began pumping stream after stream of incestuous cum
into Ryan's mouth. The boy's cheeks bulged and he
gagged convulsively as he struggled to contain his
father's load.
Rachel collapsed to the floor on her ass, legs spread
wide as she finally managed to cram her entire right
fist into her sodden cunt as the other hand clawed at
her clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, you guys that's so
fucking hot, oh fuck..." she babbled helplessly at the
sight of her son being so thoroughly ass-fucked by the
family dog, while sucking off his father. She almost
blacked out with the intensity of the orgasm that
shook her entire body.
Amazingly, the only one with the presence of mind to
reach up to the breakfast table (using the hand that
didn't have three fingers buried in his Dad's asshole)
and grab the all-but-forgotten empty coffee cup was
Ryan. Raising his head and allowing Roger's cock to
pop free, he raised the cup and let the torrent of cum
and spit in his mouth gush into it. When that slowed
to a dribble, he used the edge of the cup to scrape in
some of the sloppy mess all over his face, then
started lapping catlike at the puddle under his Dad's
ass on the chair and spitting it into the cup as well.
It was a few moments before Roger managed to focus
again, first on his son and the cup, then the still-
panting dog, then his overheated wife. Knowing what
all three needed, he gently took the cup from the boy
and spoke loud enough for Rachel to hear. "Buster's
going to be knotted up tight for a while yet, and I
bet you're ready for a little attention, too." Then
with an evil wink directly at his son, he added, "How
about it, hon? Think you can use a little extra cream
this morning?"
"Oh, fuck yes," Rachel purred as her gleaming fist
slipped back out of her inflamed cunt, leaving her
sprawled in a puddle of her own. "You guys know what
watching you two does to me - Buster joining in was
just too much."
After a lustful glance toward his Mom, Ryan winked
back at his Dad and replied "Please Dad, please suck
my cock - Buster's filling me up, and I'm gonna
explode!" The boy honestly meant every word - his
balls literally ached with need. But he talked it up
just a little extra, because they both knew the effect
hearing their nasty exchange would have on the already
overheated Rachel. "I can feel Buster's jizz all over
my balls, you can get some of his cream, too!"
Roger let his legs fall down and slipped down off the
chair to the floor as Ryan slumped down onto his
forearms, keeping his ass high in the air. Buster
started to turn, wanting to assume the natural canine
ass-to-ass knotted position, but Roger gently held the
dog in place on Ryan's back. "You stay right there
boy, so Mommy can get a nice clear view of that hot
puppy load oozing out of our son's ass and down his
cock for Daddy to taste. That sound good to you, hon?"
Rachel was again reduced to a moan as she wriggled
closer and watched her husband roll onto his back,
then carefully slide between the legs of both their
son and those of the dog steadily pumping cum into
their son's overflowing asshole. She couldn't resist
reaching out to stroke her fingertips against Ryan's
tight balls, then up to trace the ring of his
stretched ass.
Buster's balls were visibly pulsing, each time pushing
another spurt of doggy seed deep into their son's ass.
Roger lay underneath them both, pushing out his tongue
until it *almost* touched the hanging tip of their
son's cock. They both watched a slow steady rivulet of
doggy cum course over Ryan's balls, down the length of
his stiff hanging young cock, and form a tantalizing
droplet mixing with the boy's own seeping juices
before it fell into Roger's waiting mouth. Then
another, and another. Some Roger eagerly let fall into
his mouth, others he let splatter on his face, until
it was as much of a slimy mess as his son's had been
only a few minutes before. All of this while
continuing to tease by barely touching the dangling
young cock before him.
Finally neither father nor son could bear to drag out
the tease a moment longer - Roger abruptly swallowed
his son's cock straight down his throat, all the way
down 'til the fur on Buster's belly tickled his nose.
Ryan yelped as the wet warmth of his father's mouth
enveloped his neglected shaft, and Rachel leaned in
for a loving suck at his smooth balls while she
reached for the cum-cup - the boy wouldn't last long.
"Mom, Dad, I'm gonna," Ryan started to warn, just as
Rachel felt Buster's knot starting to slip free. She
quickly fumbled for a slippery one-handed grip around
the base of the still-spurting doggy shaft and as
Buster slid sideways off of Ryan's back and it popped
free, deftly angled it backward toward her husband's
face.
Roger was making contented slurping sounds, as the
first full spurts of Ryan's cum began squirting into
his mouth and jets of warm doggy-jizz splashed across
his cheeks. He only released his lip-lock on his son's
cock when Rachel slapped his cheek with Buster's and
playfully reprimanded, "You *are* going to share,
aren't you honey?" Roger contented himself with using
one hand to jerk out the rest of the boy's load across
his face and into the cup his wife was holding next to
his ear, while she did the same with the dog cock in
her other hand. The two swollen, oozing tips rubbed
against each other as they both drooled into the cup.
Rachel carefully managed to get both cocks into a
slick one-handed grip and kept milking them - with
that happening literally right in his face, Roger
couldn't resist darting his tongue out for few last
licks.
When both dog and boy finally ran dry Rachel released
Buster, who wandered over into the corner and curled
up to lick himself clean. Ryan toppled over to lie on
his back gasping for breath, and Roger levered himself
up to a sitting position. Rachel used the now almost
half-full mug the same way Ryan had before, collecting
stray globs of cum from her husband's face, then
leaned in and rewarded him with a deep, lingering
tongue kiss. That position lowered her hanging breasts
down onto Ryan's face, and he happily nuzzled into his
mother's more than ample cleavage.
Sitting up again (triggering an "Awww..." from Ryan as
the soft weight of her breasts lifted off his face),
Rachel held up the cup and dipped her finger inside,
stirring the still-warm mix of man and boy and dog,
husband and son and pet. "I think the cream this
morning is too special to spoil by adding coffee to
it. Thank you, boys." She raised the dripping finger,
closed her eyes, and slipped it into her mouth for a
taste test. "Mmmm - mature and smooth, but young and
aggressive, too, with a hint of wild sweetness. Which
of you has been at the pineapple juice again?"
She took a delicate sip from the cup as she carefully
rose from the floor and took a seat at the table.
"Looks like we've spoiled breakfast." She set the mug
down for a moment, and picked up the jam jar.
Spreading her legs wide and lifting her apron up out
of the way, she used her finger to smear a glob of the
sweet sticky stuff across her puffy cunt, then swapped
the jam for her well-earned cup of cream and smiled
wickedly before savoring another sip. "Either of you
boys feel like trying for brunch?"
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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