“Boy–Boy! Are you even listening to me?”
Brett snapped out of his thoughts, and looked back at Maury, sitting there on the sofa, rolls splayed out around him. “I just…I was thinking…”
“Boy, you know better than that–you don’t think. Just let daddy do the thinking for you, got it?”
Daddy–who was daddy? As Brett asked himself the question, the answer came to him–Maury was daddy, of course. He was the biggest, he was in charge–he was just…just daddy. It only made sense. He was daddy, and that made him the boy, and boys had to obey their daddies no matter what. Brett chased himself around the logical loop for a moment, and then let off a sigh–he was doing it again, wasn’t he? Thinking. Such a silly boy, he could be! “S-Sorry daddy, I’ll go make breakfast!”
Brett waddled out the room, finding it a bit…awkward, walking with such a substantial gut, but it was already beginning to feel more normal. He was a big boy after all–not as big as his daddy, but maybe one day he would be, if he was good. He found his way to the kitchen, and thankfully the pantry and fridge were fully stocked. Part of him wondered why that was–after all, they hadn’t brough any of this food along with them–it was almost like someone had prepared the place for them ahead of time. Still, that seemed like thinking, and he wasn’t supposed to think–just cook. He put on an apron and started mixing up some batter for pancakes, frying bacon and sausage, and looking for whatever else would make the best breakfast for his daddy.
Back in the TV room, Maury heaved a sigh. “Too smart for his own good, that one.”
Nate nodded, “Not like me daddy–what…what can I do for you?” he asked, and stepped closer, both hands resting on Maury’s gut, kneading it slightly, making him moan.
“Sounds like to me you have your own ideas, boy,” Maury said, and pulled him closer, Nate toppling over onto Maury’s gut with a groan, grinding his hard cock into his daddy’s fatty rolls. “Get under there and suck me off boy–and when you’re done, go help Brett with breakfast, and make sure he hasn’t gotten any other big ideas while he’s alone in there.
Nate was more than happy to follow his daddy’s orders, hefted up his massive apron of fat, lined with countless stretchmarks, and found his cock. Daddy didn’t last very long, and fifteen minutes later, with a gut full of daddy’s cum and beaming, Nate followed the sounds of pots and pans–and the smell of bacon–into the kitchen, where Brett was busy working at the stove.
“How’s it going, little bro?” Nate asked, and leaned in close, breathing his cum breath into Brett’s face.
Brett recognized the scent, and his chubby face went red with jealousy. “Hey, no fair!”
“Sorry bro–being the big bro has its perks, you know?” Nate said, and bumped his gut against Brett’s pushing him slightly off balance.
“Only by like, ten pounds,” Brett muttered, but he knew it didn’t matter. Nate was bigger than him, and that meant he was in charge–just like daddy.
“Here, I know what’ll perk you up–let me handle the skillet for a bit, I have something else you should focus on for a while.” Nate put his hand on Brett’s head, and pushed him down, and he fell to his knees, his big bro’s thick cock jutting out. He licked his lips, hungrily–it wasn’t daddy’s cock, but Brett enjoyed sucking off his brother just as much, if that’s all he could get, and so he started sucking and slobbering on it, groping his own cock while he did under his apron. Nate tended to the bacon, thrusting gently into his brother’s mouth, and took a few sample pieces for himself. Had to stay big, after all–he wasn’t about to let Brett pass him, if he could help it.
Meanwhile, Maury heaved a sigh on the couch. Now that he was alone…he wasn’t quite sure what he should be doing. In fact, all of this did seem a bit strange to him, now that he was thinking about it. Was the boy right? No–no, that was a silly thought. Boy’s weren’t right about anything–that’s why they need daddies, to tell them what to do! Still, he needed to do something, but he just couldn’t quite put his finger on what.
It took some effort, and he very nearly had to holler for his boys to come help, but he managed to get himself out of the sofa and onto his feet, though he was hot and panting by the time he made it. One thing he knew for certain, was that he needed to piss–he waddled his way into the bathroom and while it was hard to maneuver himself at the urinal, he managed well enough to get his piss into the basin, listening to it drain down below, and kept trying to think about what he needed to do. He thought hard, and could almost…hear a buzzing and humming in his ears as he did, and the thought came to him like a light bulb. “Of course!” he muttered to himself, shook his cock free of piss, and stepped back from the urinal, ready for his next task.
What does Maury do, while waiting for breakfast?
- Take a shower with some odd, masculine soap
- Smoke a pipe filled with Old Fogey brand tobacco
- Check on the pipes in the basement
- Come to his senses and resist
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