Kyle rubbed his eyes as he lazily made his way to the kitchen. His morning shower had failed to wake him up today, the long night of studying for today's exam was showing its side effects as he couldn't stop yawning.

Still, he forced himself to leave his room and go to the kitchen for the usual family breakfast, trying not to curse that it was still barely 7am.

His father, Robert, was already sitting on his usual chair, the morning paper in his hands as he was sipping on his coffee. He was dressed in his usual crisply ironed slacks and shirt and he looked like the businessman he had always been.

“Mornin’,” Kyle greeted, voice rough. He took the seat before him and grabbed himself one of the freshly baked croissants. 

“Good morning,” Robert replied. His grey eyes found Kyle. “Long night?”

“Mhm. Was studying. Today's the exam.”

Robert hummed and nodded, then turned back to his paper.

The conversation ended there.

“Morning, Kyle,” Sandy chimed in from behind him. Kyle turned to her, his stepmother, hurrying over with a tray full of more freshly baked goods. Her young face lit up as she leaned over Kyle, placed the tray on the table, and brushed her hand clad in oven gloves over his arm as she straightened up again. “Did you sleep well, dear?”

Kyle nodded absent-mindedly, eyes slipping towards her cleavage, barely resting a second on it, before he turned his eyes again. 

He was suddenly fully awake when Sandy's boob brushed over his arm as she turned back around to head back to the oven. 

His semi was already making itself known as it pressed against the fabric of his boxers.

He was silent as he watched his dad talk to Sandy about something in the newspaper, then Sandy reply to him, sitting down with them and digging her fork into a single olive on her plate. Sandy said something, her smart and kind eyes smiling at Kyle when she caught his eye. Then she turned back to his dad, who was nodding to what she said, and resumed her talk. 

Sandy was only twelve years older than Kyle.

Kyle wasn't sure why he thought about that again in that moment, but it wasn’t like the thought ever really left his mind. He had just turned 19 a month ago, Sandy would turn 31 in just a few weeks. His father had married someone way younger than him after getting divorced from his mom, but Kyle couldn't really complain. Sandy was nice. Kyle was sure he could have had a great stepmother-stepchild relationship with her in another life where his dad was not a workaholic businessman.

Speaking of, his dad gulped down the last bit of coffee from his mug, put the paper aside, and got up. He corrected his belt as he turned his attention to Kyle.

“Get ready. I'll drop you off.”

Kyle nodded and got up, too, after Robert left the kitchen, when Sandy stopped him in his steps.

Kyle barely held his smirk back when he looked down at her hesitant and shy smile. He was finally getting to his favorite part of the morning.

“Do you need anything, Sandy?”

“I know I’m asking for too much, you have an exam today and you must already be stressed out enough as it is. But you will be gone for the whole day, so would it be okay if I get to suck it before you go? I promise I'll make it quick.”

Sandy’s eyes went down his body, her pupils growing when they landed on his tented jeans.

“Hmm, I don't know, Sandy,” he replied, faking hesitance. “As you said, I'm already busy as it is. Can’t you just wait until I'm back tonight?” 

Sandy gulped, her eyes finding Kyle's.

“I know it's too much to ask you for this, trust me. But I've been craving it all night, I couldn't even eat much until now because nothing else sparked my appetite. I promise I will make it quick. I will owe you, you can ask me whatever you want in return. “

Kyle pretended to think about it some more, then finally sighed and nodded. He showed her towards the carpet and said, “Okay, make sure to be quick. You know I'm only doing this for you.”

Sandy grinned from ear to ear as she nodded and went down to the floor, getting ready on her knees as Kyle was unwrapping his belt.

“I know, thank you so much, love. I will make sure to repay you for this.”

Sandy's breath hitched when Kyle pulled his boxers down and freed his cock, giving it a few pumps and pressing it against Sandy's cheek. Her eyes were focused onto his leaking tip, waiting for Kyle to give her the pass to have it.

“Here. Have your treat, Sandy.”

The simple words were enough for Sandy to wrap one arm around his waist, one around his thigh, and look up at him one last time with his tip between her lips. 

“Thank you,” she mouthed, before she shut her eyes and took his entire cock in her eager mouth.

Sandy was a pro at this. She would hug his waist tightly and press him closer to her face, stuffing her mouth impossibly with more cock, because she loved choking on it. She nodded up and down, humming and gasping at the taste in her mouth, then pressing her entire being against him again to stuff her mouth with Kyle and be consumed by his cock, his taste, his scent. 

“This is my favorite thing in the world,” she murmured as she pulled back until she only had the tip in her mouth again. “My most favorite thing. The best.”

Kyle grinned, hands grasping her hair and forcing her down again, pressing her against his hips and impaling her face on his dick. He started pistoling into her awaiting mouth, groaning at the wet warmth around him.

“I know. I'm too generous and grant you a taste everyday, aren’t I?”

Sandy nodded, her ecstatic moans and the tightening arms around him asking him to ruin her mouth, her throat, her being for any other taste in the world but him.

Kyle stopped for just a second, then resumed an even faster pace as he fucked his stepmother's face.

“Kyle, you ready?” Robert's impatient voice came closer, until he finally stood in the doorframe to the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks, eyes falling to Sandy, who was moving her arm from Kyle's thigh up to his ass and played with his balls from behind as she was trying to get impossibly closer to his cock, greedy for more of her stepson's giant dick in her face. 

Robert rolled his eyes.

“Is she at it again? I'm sorry, son, she's so greedy. She even wants it when she knows you have an exam?”

Kyle smirked at his father as he kept rolling his hips around and felt Sandy choking and her throat constricting around him.

“Don't worry, dad, that's what family is for. I'll help her out real quick and then I'll come meet you in the car. Don't be too hard on her. She can't help it. She's just a greedy little cockslut.”

Robert nodded, his eyes going unfocused and then focusing again, he sighed when he looked down to his wife kneeling on the carpet floor, and left the kitchen. “Make sure to be quick,” he called out one last time before he left the house.

Kyle looked down at Sandy once again. Her face was a mess of snot, saliva, and tears. And yet she was not complaining at all as she let her stepson ruin her more and more.

The sight of her smeared lipstick and mascara did it for Kyle, who impaled her face on his cock once more and shot his load directly into her mouth. He wrapped one hand around her throat.

“Swallow.”

Sandy did, like the good little girl she was.

It was a big load, and yet Sandy swallowed again and again, making sure to not lose a single drop of her favorite treat in the whole wide world. Her unfocused eyes found Kyle's through a blurry, and when she let go of his hips, she fell sideways on the floor. She barely held herself up with her hands, when her glassy and happy eyes looked up at Kyle.

“Thank you so much.” She cleared her throat and tried to get rid of the raspiness on her voice. She licked her lips. “Sandy owes Kyle. Thank you. Good luck on your exam.” 

Kyle stuffed his cock back into his underwear as he studied her frail frame on the kitchen floor. He felt powerful like this, when she was kneeling on the floor and looking up at him as if he was God and his cock was the answer to all her prayers. 

“Thanks. Pray that I'll do well today, okay?” Kyle petted her hair and let his hand slide to stroke her cheek. “If I do, I will let you suck it again tonight.”

Sandy smiled, face nuzzling into his hand as her eyes fell from Kyle's face to his now clothed cock again. Her mush brain was letting go of all thoughts and just existing as a happy little cockslut.

“Really? Kyle will let Sandy suck it again? But why? Kyle should choose a reward for himself, not for me.” 

“Trust me, Sandy” Kyle whispered. “My pleasure is not anywhere as important as yours. “

***

Kyle respected his father a lot.

Robert was a successful businessman who had built his entire business on his own. He grew up in a poor family and only with his ambition and dedication did he go to school, then studied in a prestigious university with a full scholarship, and finally found his own company that he had been leading ever since. 

Robert married Susan, Kyle's mother, when his company had just started growing. He was a good CEO, but as a husband, he was negligent. 

“We were fighting a lot back then,” Robert once told Kyle. “Your mother and I only lasted as long as we did because of you.”

The pregnancy with Kyle was a surprise for both. They stayed together for his sake, until Susan finally filed for divorce when Kyle was fourteen. She technically had the right to see him on the weekends as Robert got full custody after the divorce, but Kyle couldn't say he wanted to see her much. If anything, he was glad that she was gone. She did not do much but drink until late at night and blame Robert and Kyle for everything that went wrong in her life anyway. 

And with her leaving, Sandy came into their life.

Sandy was full of life. Full of youth and energy and warmth and kindness. Kyle remembered seeing her for the first time and not knowing how to handle her comforting smile and encouraging hugs. He was sixteen when his dad decided to marry again. And Kyle was glad about this decision.

Robert was a good husband to her. He took his time every morning to have breakfast with her. He told her about his day and listened with interest when she told him about hers. He took her out on a date at least once a week and always made sure to listen to her opinions about everything, be it his work, politics, or simply just the weather.

Though being a good husband to her, he was a strict father to Kyle.

“Did you do your homework?”, he would ask Kyle every night before he went to bed. “Did you start studying for your next exam yet?” 

If the answer was yes, he would check his homework and his studies for mistakes. And if he found any, he would make Kyle do everything all over again, no matter the time. If the answer was anything but yes, he would take Kyle's phone and XBOX away and not give it back until after he finished his work and got it checked by his dad. 

Kyle had to always have a clean room, his desk had to be tidy, his clothes neatly folded in his closet. 

He got his first phone on his sixteenth birthday.

“If I catch you using it for inappropriate things, I will take it away.”

As a teenager, Kyle couldn't help but grow a bit resentful towards his father. It was hard to not blow up at him, to rebel and fight against all the restrictions that were set for him. It was only a question of time until Kyle would start fighting back.

Kyle's form of fighting back couldn’t involve physically or verbally going against his father, though. As he said, he respected his father a lot for everything he built himself for the past decades. He wanted to be successful and admired like Robert, his father was his role model. He needed something else that would give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was taking something from his father, without Robert ever finding out or actually being mad about it. 

Going for Robert's money didn't make sense as Robert always gave Kyle more than enough, too. Robert's job would belong to Kyle, too, one day, taking over the business was what Kyle was living for. They were living in the same house, and Robert even let Kyle drive his car from time to time. 

All these things that Robert had were Kyle's, too. It had to be something that was Robert's own possession and that Kyle was not supposed to have access to.

Robert was in love with Sandy.

Sandy was the only constant in Robert's life that was taboo for Kyle, and so it didn't take long for Kyle to come up with a plan.

It was a porn video that had inspired him. A video of a boy hypnotizing his stepmother with a pocket watch and then fucking her whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted. Kyle masturbated all night when he saw it and imagined Sandy with her big chest and plump ass being on all fours him instead of the woman in the video. 

Then started a long process of Kyle figuring out how to actually hypnotize someone and how the hypnosis should look like.

The project took him months to perfect, and it was finalized just in time for Robert and Sandy’s first anniversary.

“I have a little gift for you,” Kyle told them, nervous as he pulled out two mp3 players with plugged in headphones from a gift bag. Sandy was giving him an encouraging smile. 

“Oh, Kyle, that was absolutely not necessary, love.”

The restaurant was rented out for the event, Robert had wanted a special date with his wife, but Sandy insisted on Kyle turning up as well.

“He's your son and our family, Robert. I want him to be with us for our first anniversary.”

Robert had sighed and agreed, but Kyle knew he just didn't want to break Sandy's heart. He would leave soon, anyway. He was just there to give them their little gifts. It was mainly a gift for Sandy anyway.

“I prepared these mp3 players with your favorite songs and some meditation for you two. I hope you will like them and use them a lot. I want you two to be together and happy for a long time, so I thought meditation would be a good way to come down after a long, stressful day, so that you can be more relaxed and calm with each other.”

To say that Kyle was nervous would be an understatement. He knew that he was sweating, but the way Sandy immediately pulled him closer to herself and pressed him into a tight hug, managed to calm his nerves.

“That is so thoughtful of you,” she murmured into his hair. “Thank you, Kyle. I'm so glad that Robert has a son like you.”

Her big boobs were crushed against his, her feminine perfume and hair wash filling his nose.

“You are welcome,” he replied, hands awkward as he didn't know where to put them.

After that day, it was only a matter of waiting.

While waiting, Kyle made sure to spend as much time as possible alone with Sandy at home. 

He would work out at home, body completely bare safe for his tight boxers, making sure to grow into a masculine body that made everyone lust over it and want to keep looking at it. He would then walk around at home, lingering around Sandy who was sitting on a couch and reading a book, staying as close to her as possible with his groin just inches away from her blushing face. Sometimes he would keep on talking to her about the tasty lollipops he found in a store that made everyone who tried them want to keep on sucking, and sucking, and sucking, and that made his mouth water just thinking about them.

It was approximately two weeks later, 16 days to be exact, that Sandy had come to his room that evening. She knocked on his door, shyly poking her head inside. 

“Kyle, are you busy?”

Kyle put his glasses down and looked away from the book on his desk and turned to her. 

“A little. Can I help you, Sandy?”

Sandy approached him and sat down on his bed just a few feet away from him.

She sighed, fingers playing with her long, brown curls. “I know it's a weird request, and you are busy studying right now, too. But I was really craving that lollipop of yours out of nowhere. I can't stop thinking about it and I wondered if I could maybe suck it a little?”

Holy fuck. 

Kyle was frozen in his tracks as he looked at her. She was completely serious, waiting for him to allow her to have her little treat.

It worked. It had really worked.

“You want to suck my lollipop, Sandy?” he asked again, to make sure that he understood her right.

Sandy nodded.

“I do. I've been craving something sweet for a while, but no matter what I tried, nothing was sweet enough. I think that lollipop of yours might be what will finally satiate me.”

Kyle leaned back in his chair, looking her up and down. She had a deeper cleavage than usual today, her dress was ending just below her round little ass. From his seat, he could see the beginnings of her white, lacey thong just where her skirt ended.

His dick was stirring and pumping in his pants.

“Of course I will let you suck it, Sandy. You don't have to be so shy about it. Get on your knees, will you? I will feed you.”

Sandy immediately nodded with an excited hitch in her breath, getting down on the floor and crawling closer to Kyle. Her green eyes were glowing in excitement.

Kyle got up from his chair and slowly closed the distance between them. He looked down at Sandy, her cleavage giving room to even more skin from her, so much so that he could see the round  swell of her boobs and even the gap between them showing the skin of her stomach.

He stopped just in front of her, her turned up chin brushing over his groin. 

One of Kyle's hands found its way  to Sandy's hair, took a handful of it, and then he pressed her face against his cock.

“Can you smell it, Sandy? Is this the lollipop you are craving so much?”

Sandy took a deep breath, she pressed her face closer against his jeans as she inhaled, and then she moaned with her eyes shut, so loud and yet the softest, most sincere sound Kyle had ever heard in his life. 

This act alone was enough to bring Kyle's cock to full hardness.

“Yes,” Sandy breathed. “Yes, this is what I'm craving. Please, Kyle.”

It felt so empowering to have his stepmother kneeling on the ground before him and begging to suck his dick. Kyle couldn't believe his luck.

“Do you know what this delicious lollipop here is called?” he asked Sandy whose eyes were losing their focus, her breath short and rigid. “This is called a cock.”

“Cock,” Sandy breathed out. She was already dumbing down, reducing herself to nothing but a tool for his pleasure. “Kyle's lollipop is called cock.” 

“Yes. That's right. And do you know what little girls like you who love cock are called?” Kyle stopped for a few seconds. “They are called cocksluts.”

“Yes, cockslut. Sandy is a cockslut.”

“That's right. Sandy is just a greedy little cockslut.” 

He fastened off his belt, then opened the button of his jeans and unzipped his pants. Sandy was holding onto his thighs, eyes fixated on the sweet treat that was getting unwrapped for her. When Kyle pulled his jeans and boxers down at once and unfreed his cock, Sandy gasped. Her eyes were shining as she licked her lips, completely enthralled by the angry red tip of his cock that was already leaking precum. She was breathing hard as she was trying to hold back from jumping him.

“P-Please. Can I?” she whispered. 

Kyle had to be careful about this. He couldn't deny that he was excited about it, but his father would come home soon and Kyle still had a lot of work to get done.

“I will allow you to lick it, but you have to follow my instructions, okay, Sandy?”

She immediately nodded, lips parting as she wiggled around on the floor, impatient.

“Okay. Will do whatever you want.”

Kyle placed one hand on the back of her head and grabbed the shaft of his cock with the other.

“You will? That's good. I have a lot to do, so taking time out of my day to feed you is a lot to do. You will clean my room in return for me feeding you, okay?” 

Sandy nodded with enthusiasm.

“Yes. Will clean. Every day. Sandy will clean for Kyle.”

“And don't worry,” Kyle mused. “I will feed you lots. Sandy is just such a greedy little cockslut after all, isn't she? Open up.”

He fed the tip of his cock into Sandy's eagerly waiting mouth, her eyes rolling back at the taste, the sight almost enough to make him cum then and there. He knew that Sandy would not complain, she would probably love it if he released his seed into her mouth now, but if Kyle wanted to follow through with his plan, he had to hold on.

“Close your mouth around it,” he instructed her, who immediately did so, her eyes closing along with her mouth.

“Lick over the slit, and then suck.”

This was not the first time Kyle was getting a blowjob. He had several girls get on their knees for him before, some more practiced than others. There was no reason for why he was this excited and eager to come. He was not a virgin anymore either, so he had to get a grip.

Sandy did exactly as he told, licked over the slit and gathered his precum on her tongue. She moaned at the taste and tried to own her mouth to take in more.

“Uh-uh,” Kyle immediately warned, eyes hard as he pulled her back by her hair. “You promised you would follow my instructions.”

"Sorry," Sandy whined around his cock, unfocused eyes looking up at him. “So delicious.”

Kyle chuckled.

“Try again. Lick over the slit and then suck on it.”

This time Sandy managed to do it, sucking on his tip again and again, her body was rocking forward and backward, her pussy was most likely pulsating already. 

“Take it out.” 

Sandy whined at the order and opened her eyes, looking up at Kyle with a pout on her lips. Kyle slowly pulled on her hair again. “Come on. Be a good girl and do as I said.”

Sandy licked over the slit again, before she slowly let the tip pop out of her mouth. 

She never moved away from the heavy cock, letting it rest against her face.

“You know, Sandy. I still have to study, so I won't be able to feed you myself. But if you want to, you can crawl under my desk and continue getting your treat that way while I study.”

Sandy's face immediately lit up. “Yes! Please! Sandy is a greedy little cockslut. She wants it!” 

She crawled towards his desk before Kyle could even instruct her. Her dress had risen up and exposed her round ass and the white thong beneath it. She positioned herself under the desk and before his chair.

Kyle smirked and sat down on his chair. He moved closer and effectively locked her into the small space. His hand wrapped around his shaft again, before he wiggled his cock around under his desk. 

“Come here, Sandy. Have a little treat.”

Kyle had never come that hard and that much in a single day in his entire life. And his stepmother had swallowed it all down, because she was a greedy little cockslut and Kyle's lollipop was her favorite meal in the whole entire world. 

Sandy had gotten used to her new role well. 

She would take pride in the amount of loads of sweet cream she got each time, and she would tell Robert about the sweet, sweet, sweet candy that Kyle was hiding in his room. Her eyes were sparkling every time she talked and bragged about how much she was able to take, how good it smelled, and how well it filled out her mouth. 

She would dutifully clean Kyle's room every day, and if he gave her an especially hard facefuck that day, she would even do his laundry and take out his trash to show her gratitude.

When it was just her and Kyle at home, she would beg and get on her knees whenever she could for him, always asking him for permission and apologizing for her greediness, like the polite little girl she was.

One time, Kyle wanted to test the limits of her greed, he went over to his friend’s house with the plan to stay there that night. It was at 1am after everyone was already sleeping safe and sound in their beds, that Kyle received a message from her. 

“I'm outside. Please come out and feed me.” 

She had come all the way to this side of town at that late hour just to drop on her knees right then and there, as soon as she left the driver's seat. She had slurped and cried and moaned as if Kyle's cock was the first meal she had after years of starving, when in reality Kyle had fed her just that morning before leaving the house. 

After swallowing his load and licking him clean, she bowed her head, kissing his soft cock up and down and repeatedly murmuring, “Thank you. Thank you for feeding this greedy little cockslut.” Then went back into the car, drove back home, and Kyle went back inside his friend's house. 

It was months later, when Kyle finally had her trained to perfection, that he proceeded to face his father as well.

He was leaning back on the couch in the living room, cock out and free and getting slurped and sucked by a gurgling and moaning Sandy, on the floor before the couch, leaning down on her knees to drool all over him.

She was so gone in her little head that she didn't hear the keys or the sound of the door opening, nor did she hear the footsteps coming closer to them. 

Robert halted in his tracks, body going rigid as he watched his eighteen years old son spread across the couch and lazily smirking at him while holding his wife's head by her bun and moving it up and down his stiff and leaking cock.

“What the hell is going on here!” Robert shouted at once, face turning red as a vein popped on his forehead. And yet he was locked in place and couldn't move a single step forward. “Why is my son fucking my wife?”

When Kyle first came up with this plan, he had allowed himself a few minutes of fun for this special moment. He wanted to see his father suffer for just a few minutes, because he had suffered for years and wanted a little revenge.

He respected his father, though, so he wouldn't keep the act up for too long.

“Fucking?” Kyle asked, as he gave Robert a confused stare. “I'm not fucking her, she's fucking herself on my cock. She's really desperate for it, did you know?”

Robert stumbled over his words, his angry red eyes widening at Kyle's shamelessness.

“How dare you?” Robert yelled, throwing his leather bag so hard on the ground that the room shook with its force. “You spoiled brat. Is that how you thank your dad for raising you?” 

“But dad,” Kyle mused. “I am thanking you by giving your wife what she loves most. Isn't that right, Sandy? Tell him how much you love it, come on.”

Sandy giggled around the cock, voice hoarse as she pulled up just enough until she was suckling on just the tip. Her sultry eyes found Kyle and grinned at him, her lips stretching further around his girth. “Love it,” she whispered. “Love it, love it, love it. This is my favorite thing. My most favorite taste in the world. Sandy is a greedy little cockslut. This is the best.” She gave his tip a hard suck, causing Kyle to groan and throw his head back on the couch. “Only want this. Want to live off this forever.”

Kyle chuckled as his eyes found his father again. Robert looked horrified. 

“What did you do to her?”

“Me? I didn't do anything. She just loves my cock so much that she becomes a mindless little slut for it. Sandy wants to be my cocksleeve, why are you trying so hard to stop her? That's not very nice of you, right, Sandy?”

“Not nice,” Sandy mumbled around the tip. Then she started bobbing up and down on his dick again. She pressed her face down against his pelvis, forcing his cock down her throat. “Not nice, Robert. Sandy just wants cock,” she gasped out between her shaky breaths after coming up again.

“Yes.” Kyle gave his father one more look, took his distressed and angry state in, let it engrave in his brain. He wouldn't be seeing him this disheveled again anytime soon. “Not nice at all, Robert. Kyle is just helping Sandy. Because Sandy is just such a greedy little cockslut.”

Robert's eyes lost their anger at once, he looked confused and then empty, eyes unfocused as his fists came undone and his face relaxed. 

“That's right, Rob.” Kyle smirked at him, and then looked down at Sandy, who also had the same empty, open look as her husband in her eyes. “This is completely normal, you know? She will suck my dick like this more often, so you better get used to it. Her place will be on her knees beneath me, and you will see her mouth stuffed with my cock and think it's a completely normal sight. Even if you see her with her pussy out, riding my dick, you will not question it, because I'm just helping out your sweet little wife like the good son I am. We are family after all, right? And Sandy is just such a greedy little cockslut. It only makes sense that she feeds on my cock.”

“Yes.” Robert nodded slowly, then with more conviction. “We are family. This is normal. Family help each other out. Kyle feeds Sandy cock because she is just such a greedy little cockslut.”

***

Kyle smirked as he looked down at the couch he was sitting on once again. He and Sandy were sharing one couch, cuddled under one big blanket, Robert was occupying another one. The memory of that time a year ago had made him chuckle, the way his father had been so angry and mad while his wife was sucking his son's cock without any care in the world. 

He looked over at Sandy, who had her eyes deeply focused on the TV before them.

Sandy was leaning against him under the blanket, Kyle's left arm around her waist and his hand covering her bare pussy from the side. She was completely naked save for the big, loose t-shirt she was wearing. It was Kyle's t-shirt. She didn't need to wear anything else when he was home.

They were watching a movie, though Kyle had no idea which one or what it was about. Kyle wanted his cute little stepmother to suck his dick instead, and he was just about to tell her to, when he felt a hand in his lap under the blanket. 

Sandy brushed over his cock, stroking it and squeezing it, while her breath got harder and quicker, getting worked up and excited with just a touch of her stepson's clothed dick. She pushed her hand under the seam of his pajama pants and boxershorts, and wrapped her hand around it. She looked at Robert, then at Kyle, gave him a sweet smile as she pulled his dick out of his pants and kept stroking it into hardness.

Her thighs were pressing together as her pussy pulsated against Kyle's hand. Her juices started flowing all over his fingers as she sped up her hand on his cock. Then she wordlessly picked up the blanket and crawled under it.

Kyle's father was sitting on the couch just next to them, and yet his stepmother took his cock into her eager mouth under the blanket, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. And to them it was. 

She started bobbing her head in his lap, up and down his cock, not stopping for even just a second over the next thirty minutes to even come up for fresh air.

She didn't need it. All she needed to live was Kyle's cock down her throat.

Her gasping and moaning sounds mixed with the wet noises of her saliva, she gulped down load after load of Kyle's cum as if it was the only meaning of her life, and while she did that, she made sure to deepthroat his cock until her lips were pressed against his pelvis and the tip of his cock was snug in her throat. In her cockdrunk haze, she didn't even realize how much time had passed of her in the same uncomfortable position. Because if she had Kyle's cock in her mouth, pain didn't matter. Nothing did. Just Kyle's cock. 

Kyle watched the blanket in his lap move up and down with her head, up and down, up and down. He grabbed a corner and moved it up, just enough to watch Sandy's peaceful face nod around his shaft.

“Sandy,” he called, and when she didn't reply, he grabbed her hair and forcefully pulled her off. She gasped and sputtered in confusion, unfocused eyes finding him. Kyle just stared at her for a few seconds, admiring her fucked out and cockdrunk state.

“You really are a greedy little cockslut. I need to piss. Wait in this position like the good girl you are, okay?” 

Sandy's eyes gleamed at his words, and she nodded first, then furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and she shook her head.

“Piss?” she asked.

“Yeah, piss. Sit here and wait.”

He shoved her to the side and got up with his cock hard and heavy between his legs. Robert turned to give him a quick stare, and then turned back to look at the TV again.

“Can I come, too?” 

Kyle turned to Sandy, her hopeful gaze meeting his.

“What? You wanna come to the bathroom with me?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Wanna watch.” 

Kyle chuckled. 

“Okay. Lead the way.”

To his surprise, Sandy got down from the couch on her hands and knees and started crawling in front of him, not even realizing what she was doing as she was wiggling her bare ass and wet pussy at him. 

She had never gotten the instruction to crawl anywhere, this was completely on herself.

She was in the bathroom before Kyle, sitting on her knees with her hands still touching the floor, impatiently waiting for Kyle like a kitten would for its master.

Kyle stepped towards her, directed the tip of his cock towards her mouth, and couldn't hold back a deep, guttural laugh when she gasped and immediately opened her mouth, wanting to take him in.

He shook his head and turned his cock towards the toilet instead. He started releasing into the toilet, still laughing at her now disappointed face. Her eyes were still focused on his cock, though, following the stream of his piss with fascination as it spluttered out and around and some droplets hit her face.

Sandy licked her lips.

“Hey Sandy,” Kyle said. His eyes found Sandy's. “Do you want to drink my piss?”

He didn't expect her to nod so enthusiastically without even a second of hesitance.

This was another kind of obsession. When Kyle had made her the hypno files and recorded them, he had made her addicted to his cock, cum, musk. Everything that came from his cock was a precious gift in her eyes. He had not planned or considered that she would want his piss as well, but he couldn't say this was not welcome. And the fact that she did, even though Kyle had never once mentioned it before, must mean that this was completely on her, right?

“Yeah? You do? You want to be my personal toilet, don't you,”

Again, she nodded, face desperate and eager. Kyle chuckled.

He waited until the last drops had left his cock, and then he turned to look down at Sandy.

“Wanna suck me clean?”

Sandy nodded immediately, smiling full of anticipation and gratefulness. She immediately got up on her knees, crawling closer and opening up already before Kyle had even given her the go.

“Uh-uh,” he clicked his tongue. “Did I give you permission yet?”

Sandy deflated on the spot and fell back down on her knees, eyes going from his cock to his face.

She shook her head no with a pout on her lips.

“I really am generous, aren't I, Sandy? I give you your favorite treat every day and let you suck it for hours without demanding anything in return.”

“Yes,” Sandy nodded, feeling small. A grateful smile lit up her face. “You are. The most generous. Always allowing me to have my most favorite meal in the world.” 

“And what do I want in return? Nothing. You are cleaning my room because you yourself want to, don't you, Sandy?” 

“Yes.” Sandy nodded again, never losing her enthusiasm. “Sandy wants to clean for Kyle. Kyle doesn't want anything from Sandy. Always so generous.”

“But after I already allow you suck me off and swallow my cum for free, don't you think it'd be too much to let you clean my dick, let alone drink my piss for free as well?”

“Oh.” Sandy deflated even more, frame even smaller now. “That wouldn't be fair. Sandy always takes and takes from Kyle but never gives back.”

Sandy gasped, she started tearing up more with every new word, hands coming up to hide her trembling mouth. 

“Sandy is so greedy,” she whispered. 

Kyle smirked, one hand finding her cheek and leading her closer to his cock. 

“That's true. Sandy is just such a greedy little cockslut. But Kyle will always be here to give you all the cock in the world, okay? You can suck it, swallow my cum, drink my piss, and I will always allow it because we are family. Family always helps each other out, right, Sandy?”

Sandy nodded, her breath hitched when Kyle's cock, still covered in drops of piss, touched her bottom lip. 

“Family help each other out," she repeated.  "We are family.” 

“So in return for being allowed to have such free access to my cock, you will cook whatever I want from now on for dinner, come to my room every night to suck my cock and thank me for it, and when I'm studying in my room, you will come in with a tray full of snacks and drinks for me, okay? You will become my little maid and walk around in nothing but a maid apron at home. If you do that, I will allow you to crawl under my desk and suck my cock, too. After all, the world is all about give and take, is that right, Sandy?” 

“Yes,” Sandy whined. “Yes, Sandy will become your little maid. Will always cook what you want. Sandy is so happy, Kyle. Finally Sandy will give back to Kyle, not just take.” Her tongue slipped past her lips, absent-mindedly licking over his slit and tasting the piss drops on there. She whined and moaned, trying to escape Kyle's fist on her hair and getting closer to his cock.

“Okay, then.” Kyle looked down at her one more time. “How does a good maid call the person they serve? Be a polite maid and show me. Come on.” 

“Master?” Sandy's tone was full of innocence, a stark contrast to her lewd tongue desperate for his piss and her little nose sniffing and trying to fill her lungs with the lovely scent. “Please, Master. Let Sandy clean your generous cock for you. Sandy will do a good job. Please.” 

Kyle couldn't hide his chuckle. “Okay, baby. I had a surprise for you anyway. The exam went well, so I feel generous today. Go on, suck me clean.”

He loosened his hold on her hair, to which she immediately pushed herself forward and took his entire cock in her mouth. 

It was girthy and long, and yet she once again made it seem so easy to swallow it all down and moan around it. She leaned back until she had just the tip in her mouth and gave it a hard suck to extract all the last drops of piss she could get. The vibration sent a shudder down Kyle's back, and before he knew, he pistoled his hips forward until her throat was snug around him once again and was releasing a second load of piss directly into Sandy's esophagus.

She hummed and moaned, swallowing and gulping, desperate not to let it flow out. When even the last drop had made it to her stomach, she slowly pulled back, bobbing up and down on Kyle's cock until she finally let it go with a loud pop. She continued giving it hard sucks on the tip and placing kittenish licks on his slit. 

Sandy looked up at him, grinning and happy, not being able to help herself as she continued leaning into Kyle's cock, nuzzling into it and breathing out ecstatic moans at the musky scent filling her senses.

“Did you like your surprise, love?”

“Thank you, master. So grateful. It was delicious. Thank you,” she whispered. 

“You are welcome. It’s all for you. Just for you.”

Sandy giggled, nuzzling into his cock and bowing her head in grateful submission.

Later, when they returned to the living area where Sandy took her place on the floor before Kyle, leaning in to suck his cock again and keep it warm for him as he resumed watching the movie, Kyle couldn't help but give the figure of his father a smug grin.

It was the same situation as that time in his memories. He was sprawled across the same couch once again, Sandy before him, on her knees, feasting on his cock and losing her mind at how much she loved it, fucking her own face until her brain turned to mush. But this time, instead of being angry, his father was sitting just next to them, watching TV and dropping an occasional comment about the show, as if his wife choking on his son's dick next to him was the most normal thing in the world.

“Your wife is really obsessed with my cock, dad,” Kyle spoke out, laughing at his dad who turned to face them. His father joined him, laughing as he looked at Sandy on her knees, gurgling and losing her mind at the cock filling her mouth.

“She is,” Robert replied. He looked up at Kyle and gave him a soft smile. “Thank you for taking care of your stepmother so well, Kyle. I wouldn't know what to do without you.”

“It's nothing,” Kyle replied, smirking at him. “We are family. Family help each other out. And Sandy needs this, so I'll gladly help. After all, she's just a greedy little cockslut, isn't she?”