His cock felt so good he could hardly believe it. His orgasms were always that way – intense. Sometimes he thought he was going to faint from the pleasure, like right now. Christ, hold on, just a few more spurts, he thought.

He watched the milky liquid spurt from the piss slit of his bucking dick and drench the pancake cunt. It looked like sugar icing on a cake. It kept cumming, spurting out until there was as much cum on his plate as Mrs. Butterworth's golden syrup. Finally, his dick stopped spurting. Thank God!

He milked the last gobs from his pisshole and sank back into his chair. What in the hell had he done? Christ, he must have been nuts! What if his parents had put down their papers? When he was horny he just seemed to lose his head.

Willy slipped his underwear back on. Now what? Here he sat with three remaining pancakes swimming in cooling cum. Yuk!

"Good morning everybody!" Willy's sister said, skipping into the kitchen already dressed for school.

Down went the two newspapers.

"Good morning lazybones," Mr. Manners said.

"Well, it's about time you showed your face in here, Cheryl," Mrs. Manners said. "Another two seconds and I'd have been upstairs with a switch."

"Sure you would, Mom," Cheryl said throwing her arms around both her parents' shoulders as she stood between and behind them. Then she kissed each of them on the cheek.

Mrs. Manners beamed, and Mr. Manners flushed.

"Kisses will get you nowhere, young lady," Mrs. Manners said. "Sit down and eat your breakfast. You'll be late for school."

Cheryl seated herself next to Willy. "Morning brother."

"Up yours," Willy said.

"William!" Mr. and Mrs. Manners shouted simultaneously, then looked at each other in amazement.

"He talks like that all the time when you two aren't around," Cheryl said. "Worse, even." She smirked at Willy.