Dining on the MILF's Delicious Pie
Tony Carter - Day Twenty
The Broker family...
I smiled and knocked on the door, standing naked on it. The evening was getting cold. I wanted to be inside. I had felt like having a home-cooked meal from a random housewife. Perhaps because my mother was pregnant. I had bred her. I wanted to breed another hot wife.
Or maybe I just wanted to use my power to fuck a woman before her family.
After all, I was basically a god.
I spotted this family getting ready for dinner. They had two adult-age children, a son and a daughter. The wife looked to be a MILF in her early forties with brown hair. Their children looked to be the same age, eighteen or nineteen, the daughter with brown hair and slender like her mother. The son was black-haired like the father.
A close family. I'd make them closer. Let them discover the joys of incest.
The husband answered the door and didn't even blink at me being naked. He just... smiled. He wanted to be used. "You're him, right?"
"Him, who?" I asked, curious how he would answer. As far as I knew, I had never met the man or his family.
"I..." Confusion swept across his face. "I mean... You're just... You're him. That's who you are."
"That's right," I said. "And I'm here to use your wife."
The man's smile grew even broader. He threw a look over his shoulder and called out, "Annette, honey, he's here to use you."
"What?" a woman called. Mrs. Broker rushed up in her jeans and a pink sweater. She blinked at the sight of me, her eyes falling down to my cock. "Oh, my, you're really here to use me."
"That's cool, Mom," said the son.
"Yeah," the daughter answered.
"Well, Mrs. Broker," I said. "Strip naked and put on just an apron. Then you're going to guide me to the table, give me a plate of what you made, then suck my dick while I eat it with your family."
"Yes!" she said, her eyes so wide with delight. She squirmed there. "I can do that!"
She flounced into the kitchen, ripping off her sweater. Her brown hair swayed around her shoulders while her back came into view, a white bra band across it. She unhooked that as she reached the kitchen. She took that off, her mommy milkers coming into view. Pale and heavy.
Her son glanced at them, grinning. I got it. He'd get to fuck his mom soon, but I had first dibs.
The MILF wiggled out of her jeans, bending over and thrusting her rump out at me. I loved the sight of her doing that. She stepped out of her jeans and shoved off her panties next. She had a plump rump and a thick bush.
Just the way a MILF should be.
She opened a pantry and pulled out an apron. She pulled it over her. It was pink and frilly. She tied it behind her, the tails falling over her rump. I licked my lips at how gorgeous she was. She had such a great ass. I could just slap that ass. It was perfection.
"This way, sir," said the MILF as she sauntered back to me, her tits jiggling behind the apron, just threatening to pop out and say hello.
She took me by the hand and led me to the table. Her kids were sitting on opposite sides. She took me to what must be her seat and sat me down. I smiled, my dick so hard. She had a lovely scent of apricots around her.
Then she started gathering food on my plate. She had a chicken crock pot with broth and vegetables. The meat looked tender and seasoned. She also gave me a salad and placed an iced tea before me.
Then she vanished beneath the table.
"Let's eat," the father said as his wife grabbed my cock. "Dig in."
His wife engulfed my dick with her warm, wet mouth.
"Damn, your wife is," I groaned, savoring the way that she suckled on my cock. She felt incredible. I loved her bobbing her head. That was amazing. She worked her lips up and down my cock. "Fuck, that's good! Your wife knows how to suck a dick."
"Go, Mom," the daughter said.
"Excellent," the man said as his woman worked her mouth up and down my cock.
I enjoyed Mrs. Broker's mouth suckling on my dick. She blew me with passion. It was amazing to have her sliding that mouth up and down my rod. I groaned as I took a bite of the chicken. I groaned at the flavors mixing. Different from Mom's.
It was nice to have a change of pace. I had to do this more often. Find a random family sitting down on for dinner and fuck the wife. And the daughter. I'd get in her pussy, too, but right now I was just enjoying that hot mouth.
She swirled her tongue around my cock while nursing on me. Her son was digging into the food while her husband was glancing at me. He seemed to want to make sure that I was having a good time. A good host.
"Mrs. Broker," I groaned. "Damn, that mouth is delicious. So is your chicken!"
She purred around my cock and suckled harder.
"Sir, your wife is a cock-sucking slut," I groaned. "Does she worship your dick like this?"
"Er, well, not that often," he said. "Not these days."
"Well, she hasn't forgotten," I groaned and took another bite of the chicken.
It was so amazing to have her suckling on me like that. I loved every second of her mouth working up and down my cock. She blew me with such passion. Such force. It was an outstanding moment. I groaned, rising toward that moment when I would cum.
I devoured the dinner as the wife blew me. The kids and the husband were enjoying their food, too. I groaned as that hot mouth suckled on my dick. She swirled her tongue around me then tried to take more and more of my cock.
She gurgled as she attempted to deep-throat me.
"Damn, has your wife ever deep-throated you, Mr. Broker?" I asked as she was trying so hard.
"No," he said. "Is she...?"
"Yeah." I smiled as she managed to slip my cock past her gullet. "Explains why she's not good at it, but... Ooh, she did it. She's swallowing all my cock. That's amazing, Mrs. Broker. Experiment."
She moaned around my cock, clearly eager to do just that. I loved the feel of her mouth sliding down my dick. She drove me wild with that mouth. It was an incredible rush. She took all my cock. Her lips nuzzled into my bush. She then ripped her mouth up and off my cock.
She coughed and breathed in deeply.
"That was amazing," I groaned and took a bite of salad. It had a delicious dressing. "That's good."
"Homemade," said Mr. Broker with some pride.