Stupid and down bad

karen comes home from a long day dealing with her best friends and their shenanigans to find you and elektra by the couch; the apartment smells of chocolate chip banana bread, and on the coffee table are two glasses of half finished smoothies.

it makes sense, karen had told the two of you to make use of the bananas on your counter before they went bad— she had even taken one for lunch.

elektra is sitting comfortably, with her legs tucked besides her. one hand holds a book, and the other pets your hair, as you sit on the floor besides the couch with your head rested in her lap. she glances up at karen when she comes in,

“hello my love. how was work?” she wonders. karen doesn’t really need to work— elektra makes enough money to support all three of you, and what elektra makes in a month, karen makes in a year. no, karen works because she enjoys it. she likes to keep her brain active, and working at the law firm means not only seeing her two best friends all the time, it also means she can help people who don’t have the resources to help themselves.

but, she won’t lie and say that she doesn’t love being home with her two favorite people.

“it was good,” she answered honestly, sitting next to her after greeting her with a kiss to the cheek. “how was your day?”

elektra puts down the book as you turn your head to look at karen.

“well, this one decided to make some sweets for us,” she started, still combing long, delicately manicured finger nails against your scalp, “and we made strawberry banana smoothies. you can have some of mine if you’d like. and then we took a nap, and have been enjoying some quiet time to waiting for you to come home.” she informed.

then, karen leans down and cups your cheek with one hand.

“yeah, your day was good, kiddo?” she coos.

“yeah, dad,” you hum, tilting your head to kiss her palm. “missed you though.” you confess.

“you always miss me when im at work.” she reminds softly, cooing at you again, like you’re stupid. you smile like you are.

“i can’t help it.”

“no, you can’t.” elektra hums, “you just love your mom and dad so much, don’t you?” she wonders, joining karen in her cooing.

“mhm,” is the only answer your fuzzy brain can seem to find.

“you’re so good, kid,” karen leans forward to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “i’m gonna go get changed and then you’ll have a treat, okay? be good for mom while i’m gone,” she then pats your cheek and gets up, going to get changed.

when she comes back, you’re still in the spot she left you, except instead of her work clothes she wears a pair of jean shorts and a tee shirt— and you can see the bulge of her strap under her shorts. your mouth waters.

she sits back down and spreads her legs— it turns out manspreading is hot when she does it— before pulling her strap out of her shorts without more than unbuttoning and unzipping them.

“c’mere, kiddo, suck dads strap.” she says, and you could argue, say that this whole thing is gross, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. your mom and dad take such good care of you, you’re lucky to have them.

you crawl a step or two towards her and get between her legs, wrapping your hand around the silicone before beginning to jerk off her strap, as elektra takes two fingers and slips them into your mouth, gathering up saliva, before pulling her fingers out to jerk off the strap as well, making sure to lube it up as your hands bump against one another.

when elektra’s hand retracts, you move your head to lick up and down karen’s strap, who lets out a soft sign as she leans against the couch, happy to have you sucking her off after a long day.

“there you go, darling,” elektra coos, watching intently, as you move to wrap your lips around her cock, beginning to slowly bob your head up and down. “you suck your daddy’s cock so well, don’t you?” you hum against the toy.

karen’s head tilts to lean into elektra, capturing her mouth with her lips, starting with a slow, sensual kiss. her pace slowly picks up, and the two of them quickly become trapped in an intense battle for control, and neither of them are really winning.

so instead of fighting her, elektra lets karen win, deepening the kiss before moving her hand towards your head, nails gently scratching your scalp; then, she takes a handful of hair into her hand, and begins to guide your pace, forcing you to bob your head faster as you suck on the toy.

you have no desire to fight her on this, and neither does karen, who is suddenly believing in the phrase ‘mother knows best’. you watch helplessly as the two of them kiss, desperately wishing for their attention. it isn’t enough for you, even if that would get you called greedy by your loving parents.

elektra forces your head all the way down, keeping your face at the base of karen’s strap, causing you to gag, and produce more saliva than needed, drooling all over the toy. tears brim your eyes as you begin to cry from the sensation.

“messy, messy pet,” elektra says during a brief break in kissing karen, “what’re we going to do with you?”

karen lets out a mean chuckle,

“we’re going to fuck their pretty little brains out, right, mom?” she asks, and elektra grins, her free hand moving strands of hair from karen’s face.

“that’s right, dad.” she hums, before pulling you up by your hair, off the strap on. she and karen both admire your flushed face, your pink, plump lips, and your dazed eyes. drool dribbles down your chin, and karen’s hand comes down to her toy, coating her hand in your spit, before she rubs her fingers against your cheek, messing you up further. any makeup you’re wearing is running down your cheeks with your tears.and to top it all off, your hair is messy from the way elektra has been tugging and pulling on it.

you look like a wreck, even from just a few minutes of sucking her strap.

“oh, kiddo, you look so beautiful,” karen grins, especially when you whine. then, she’s reaching for her phone, “you don’t mind if dad takes a picture of this, do you?” she doesn’t give you the chance to respond, before she’s opening her camera.

“smile,” elektra says, her hand going to your chin to tilt your face towards the counter as karen gets as many shots as she wants. she even moves a bit to take a couple with her strap on against your cheek, capturing the way you stick out your tongue to try and lick it.

“such a good pet for me and mommy,” karen coos, and she leans forward to kiss your swollen lips, then pulls away to look at the pictures she’s gotten. “you look heavenly in these.” she praises, “but i think we should take more just to be sure.” she decides, and glances over to elektra. “what do you think, mom?”

“i think that’s a wonderful idea, dad.” elektra grins wickedly, “we could do a whole photoshoot of our pet, dress them in pretty clothes and then ruin them..” she coos, before standing up, taking karen’s hand, and pulling her along. then, a few steps away from you, she continues, “come along, pup, be a good kid and follow mommy and daddy.”