"Please, Mom," you plead, "I'll do anything you want. Just release me from the table!"
Sarah grins as she hears her son submit to his fate. "That's my good boy," she coos. Rather than reaching for your outstretched limbs, though, she leans over you, allowing her breasts to hang just millimeters away from your body. Her hand continues to work up and down your fully-erect cock as she maneuvers her head closer and closer to your crotch.
"Uh, Mom? What are you doing?"
"Just relax, Sweetie," she responds just as you feel the warm caress of her breath on the tip of your member. With a whisper, she adds, "I told you I would make this worth your while..."
Moments after, you once again feel the wonderful sensations of your mother's mouth around your dick. This time you can only watch as she takes you all the way to the hilt, and you can even feel as the head pushes just a little bit into her throat. She is obviously a pro at this, and you begin to wonder exactly how often she does this for your father. That thought, as well as every other thought, are soon pushed out of your mind, your capacity to think superseded by the pleasure building between your legs as your mom works diligently to bring you to orgasm.
"Jeez, Mom, you're good at this!"
"Hmmmm... mmmm..." you hear her hum around your cock as her lips move up and down the shaft, unwilling to remove you from her mouth to respond and preferring instead to savor the taste of her son's meat before the cooking begins. The hums only speed up the process, and very soon you feel a familiar churning within your balls.
"Ahh! Can't hold it anymore..."
Sensing your imminent release, Sarah thrusts her head back down the entire length of your dick just in time to allow you to ejaculate directly down her throat. Your entire body tenses up as your orgasm hits with full force. It feels like gallons of cum pumping out, but she eagerly swallows all of it down and even sucks a few more drops out of you like a straw before you collapse back onto the table, your penis completely spent and deflating back to its flaccid size. She once again steps around the kitchen table into your vision, and she makes a good show of licking her lips to ensure that she gets every last drop of your sperm.
"Ah, you're so tasty already, Petey!" Sarah finally reaches down to undo the ropes on your right arm. "I can't wait to see how you'll taste once you're cooked!"
"I'll... I'll bet you can't..." you gasp, still weakened from your climax. You can barely move even as both of your arms are set loose followed by your legs. All you can do is lay there on the table to catch your breath.
"Since you've been such a good boy today, I'll give you another choice. You see, I actually have two recipes I want to try, so I could make one today and one another day." Sarah turns to you with another wide grin across her face. "I wonder if your sister would mind helping with the other one..."
A deep unsettling feeling comes over you. Now she wants to cook your sister Jennifer, too! If you don't do something now, it won't be just you that ends up inside that oven. You can see it playing out in your mind now: poor unsuspecting Jennifer comes home one day to find her mother getting ready to cook her for dinner! Of course, there may be some foreplay involved, and your mind skips ahead to your sister lying on her back in your parents' bed moaning and writhing with pleasure as your mother dives between her daughter's legs to slurp up her juices. Fast-forwarding again, you envision Jennifer trussed up like a turkey in a giant roasting pan, her pussy stuffed with a fat carrot, an apple in her mouth, and rows of pineapple slices adorning her tummy and tits. You can see your mother smile at her as she pushes her daughter's pan into the hot oven and closes the door to seal her inside. Finally, you imagine the final product: Jennifer's beautiful fully-roasted body, her skin a deep golden-brown, steam rising from her and filling the air with the savory smell of roasted meat. You wonder if you would turn out this good...
"Looks like you're really excited to help Mommy cook," Sarah says to you with a playful wink.
"Huh?" For a moment you aren't sure what she's talking about, but then you realize that your cock has sprung to attention once again. The thoughts of your own sister baking in the oven must have triggered your erection, or maybe it was anticipation for your own roast? Either way, you can't deny that something about this situation is turning you on.
"Okay then, my excited little man," she says, turning her head to her cookbook, "come on over here and we'll choose your recipe!"
"Sure, Mom," you reluctantly reply.
You sit up on the kitchen table and slowly get to your feet. Currently, Sarah's attention is turned toward her recipes with her back to you. If you're going to try to escape, this is probably your best and only opportunity. You might be able to knock her out or at least run like hell out of the kitchen. Then again, if your now erect dick is any indication, you might be enjoying yourself too much to escape now, so maybe you should just go with the flow, even if that means being served as the evening meal.
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