I came home from work and my mom was already on her knees in the living room, tits out, mouth open. She didn’t say hello. She just reached for my belt the second the door clicked shut. That’s how it worked in our house. Freeuse meant exactly what it said. Anyone could take what they wanted, whenever they wanted, no questions, no warm-up.
“Rough day?” she asked, already pulling my cock out and licking the head.
“Shut up and suck,” I told her, grabbing her hair. She moaned around it like she’d been waiting all afternoon. Her tongue worked fast, sloppy, the way I liked. Spit ran down her chin onto her big tits. I fucked her throat until she gagged, then pulled out and slapped my wet dick across her face.
My sister walked in from the kitchen, naked except for an apron. She saw what was happening and just smiled. “Save some for me. I’ve been wet since lunch.”
Mom kept sucking while my sister came over and shoved two fingers straight into her own cunt, watching us. No one knocked. No one asked. That was the rule.
After I came down Mom’s throat she swallowed like always, then stood up and bent over the arm of the couch without being told. I slid into her from behind, balls-deep in one thrust. She was soaked. She always was. Freeuse turned the whole house into one long fuck session. I pounded her hard, watching her ass ripple, while my sister climbed onto the couch and sat on Mom’s face. Mom ate her out without missing a beat.
My sister came first, grinding down and moaning loud. I pulled out of Mom and pushed into my sister next, switching holes like it was nothing. She was tighter, hotter, and she begged for it rough. “Use me, big brother. Fuck your little sister’s cunt.” I did. I fucked her until she squirted all over the cushions, then I flipped Mom onto her back and finished inside her, pumping every drop deep.
We didn’t clean up. We never did. Cum leaked out of Mom while she made dinner. My sister walked around with my handprint still red on her ass. Later that night Dad came home from his shift and bent my sister over the kitchen table before she even finished setting plates. Mom and I watched while we ate, her jerking me off under the table like it was normal.
The next morning I woke up to my sister already riding me. She’d climbed into bed sometime during the night and just started using my cock. I grabbed her hips and thrust up hard until she came again, then rolled her over and fucked her face into the pillow. Mom walked in with coffee, saw us, and just set the mugs down so she could sit on my sister’s face while I kept pounding away.
By the time the weekend rolled around the house smelled like sex nonstop. Mom would be doing laundry and I’d walk up behind her, lift her dress, and fuck her over the washing machine. My sister would be studying at the table and Dad would pull her shorts aside and slide in without a word. She’d keep reading out loud while he came inside her.
One night we all ended up in the living room together. Mom on all fours getting fucked by Dad while my sister sat on her back so I could fuck her from behind. We switched whenever we felt like it. Mom sucked my cock straight out of my sister’s pussy. My sister licked Dad’s cum out of Mom. Nobody stopped until everyone had come at least twice.
That’s how it stayed.
No drama, no jealousy, just constant access. Mom’s mouth, my sister’s cunt, Dad’s cock whenever any of us wanted it. The house ran on freeuse and we all stayed satisfied. Every day started and ended the same way: someone getting used, someone getting filled, and nobody ever saying no.
