"Well, there is this... mmmmm... new exotic recipe I found... ooooohhh... that I want to try..."
Sarah's hums and moans become more frequent as you continue to fuck her, and you can feel her sexual juices flowing once again, making her pussy so slippery and warm. You can swear that she is even contracting her vaginal muscles around your cock as if trying to milk the cum from it prematurely.
"Sounds good, Mom, but I'm not sure how I can help with that. I'm not exactly good at cooking, you know."
"Mmmmmm... don't worry about that... Sweetie. You'll do a fine job... mmmm... cooking..." She trails off for a moment. You can feel her body beginning to tense up again, approaching her third climax of the day. She seems to have no qualms about letting the entire house know this with her now deafening cries for more.
"Oooooh, Petey, you feel soooo gooood inside Mommy! Nnnngh, so close... Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me HARD!"
You happily comply, grabbing her ass with both hands and pulling her body back and forth to match your more forceful thrusts, her dangling breasts now swinging erotically like pendulums underneath her. In response, her wails of joy increase in pitch and volume. The combination of the sight of your mother's sexy body, the warm and wet sensations of her cunt, and her melody of moans are rapidly pushing you toward your own release.
"Huuuuh, I'm gonna cum, Mom..."
"Ooooooh yes! Do it, Petey! I want my son to cum deep inside MEEEEEEEEE!"
Suddenly, you feel her muscles clamp down hard, and her mouth hangs open with a silent gasp of pure pleasure as she reaches her climax. Soon, her body is shaking violently, and her pussy spasms around your cock. The sensations are too much for you, and within moments of her orgasm you groan and push yourself hard against your lover to shoot stream after stream of cum into her.
"AAAAAH, SO GOOD," Sarah shouts, overwhelmed by the feeling of her own son planting his seed deep inside her.
You seem to have a limitless supply of cum as you continuously pump more and more into her womb for what feels like 10 minutes, her body eagerly accepting your load and even seeming to milk your cock again to squeeze the last few drops out of you. Finally, both of you are completely spent, and the two of you collapse into a heap of tangled flesh on the bed. You shift a bit so that you're not laying directly on top of her, but you do manage to wrap your arms around your fully-satisfied mother and lay your head on her back. You hear one final contented sigh from Sarah before she falls asleep, completely exhausted from the afternoon of fun with her son. The last thing you remember is smiling and nestling your head against your mother like a warm and soft pillow as the soothing sounds of her breathing and heartbeat lull you to sleep as well.
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You awaken about an hour later, but you are no longer in the same place. You are laying on your back on a hard surface and staring up at the ceiling. Mom is clearly not next to you, but you are still naked just the same as you were before. You try to sit up but find that your arms and legs are stretched out and secured, rendering you unable to really move around. You blink a few times, thinking that this might just be a dream or something.
"Ah, you're finally awake, Petey," you hear a familiar voice behind you. You lift your head up a bit just in time to see your mother step around into your field of vision still just as naked as when you last saw her.
"Wha..." you murmur, still a bit groggy. "What's going on, Mom?"
"Well, as I mentioned, I want you to help me with a new recipe, and I was just so eager to get started after our wonderful little love session, so I went ahead and brought you to the kitchen."
"That's cool, but why can't I move?" You try to move your arms and legs again with little success.
"Oh, that. Well, I didn't want you to back out at the last second, so I tied you to the kitchen table, that's all!" She accents this last part with a wide playful grin, as if this were the funniest thing she's said all day.
"I said I'd help you, Mom. I won't just leave or anything. I'm just not a good cook."
Her grin grows even wider. "Oh, you won't be helping me that way, Sweetie. I can handle the preparations myself. But you will be doing a lot of cooking..."
"Um... what do you mean?" You're getting a bad feeling about this.
"How should I put this delicately," she asks herself under her breath, then turns back to you. "They just legalized cannibalism here, Sweetie, and the recipe calls for a lot of meat... well, you can probably figure it out from there."
Your eyes grow wide as the realization hits you. Your role in this recipe is not chef but rather ingredient!
"You... you're planning to... cook me?"
Sarah nods. "That's the plan, yes." She then turns and walks away toward a new huge appliance that you hadn't noticed before. "Now, I've already started preheating my new jumbo oven right here, and one way or another you're going in here to become the main dish. Don't worry, Sweetie, I'm sure you'll turn out absolutely delicious!"
"But... but..."
Your mother walks back over to you and puts a finger to your lips to shush you, mirroring your own actions when you were first seducing her. "But I'll give you a choice," she whispers to you. "If you behave yourself like a good little morsel, I'll untie you, and you can help with your own preparations. I promise it'll be worth your while." She winks at you while grasping your exposed cock with her fingers, stroking up and down the shaft slightly to hint at the possibility of a very sensual cooking experience.
"And if I refuse?"
Her fingers stop stroking and instead begin squeezing down hard, making you cry out from the sudden pain. "Then we'll have to do it the hard way," she states matter-of-factly, further tightening her grasp momentarily to emphasize the word "hard".
You seem to have gotten yourself into a bit of a bind this time. You didn't come home expecting to become dinner for your mother. For that matter, you also didn't expect to have sex with your mother, either, but that's water under the bridge now. You aren't quite sure what the best course of action is. If you resist, you'll be helpless against whatever torments your mom has planned for you unless you can break your bonds. You might have a better chance of escaping if you at least feign cooperation until she releases you. Then again, she did say that she would make it worth your while, and that could prove to be quite enjoyable judging from your earlier romp with her, so maybe you don't even want to escape...
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