Dinner with Mom
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I arrived home from basketball practice more than a little late that evening, hoping against hope that mom wouldn’t notice too soon. The other girls wanted to play a full game after practice, and then we'd gone to eat at my favorite burger joint. It wasn’t that the woman was overly stern or frightening. At least not normally. Rather, she tended to get a little worked up when she was tangled up with worry. As quietly as I thought I possibly could, I slowly slid the back door open, wincing as it’s old hinges creaked, then did the same on the opposite side.
 
 
So far so good. I turned the knob back slowly to avoid the latching sound before…
 
 
“Do you know how late it is Becca?” Mom’s voice practically made me jump out of my skin.
 
 
“M-mom!” I glanced side to side as I addressed her. Where could she possibly have come from? She couldn’t have just… spontaneously materialized, unless there was some secret mom power I wasn’t aware of. Was she waiting in the next room for me all this time?
 
 
“I just got held up at practice is all, Amy! Geez, don’t have a cow…” I knew I could push her buttons a bit if I used her first name and after she scared me like that, I figured she deserved it.
 
 
“Oh? Sure would’ve been nice to let your mom know that you’d be a few hours behind, don’t you think? Eighteen years old. About to graduate from high school, and you’re still this immature…” The woman looked at me with the whole ‘I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed.’ expression, but I could also see that she was relieved. “I made a big dinner and everything since your father was here, and we had to eat most of it without you. There’s only a few leftovers remaining.”
 
 
“Aren’t divorced parents supposed to be bitter with each other or something? Why’d he want to be here? There’d be a lot more for me if he didn’t pig out sometimes.”
 
 
She sighed at me. “Your father and I don’t hate each other, Becca. We just wanted different things in life. You can fend for yourself tonight after scaring me like that.”
 
 
With that, she headed back into the living room, that snooty hip sway she always gave bouncing in my vision. The woman thought that was somehow a sting to me… but what she didn’t know… was just how much I was into women. Mature women… just like her. It was a treat for my eyes almost as much as seeing her fresh out of the shower with nothing but a towel covering her on weekends. The other thing she didn’t know… was that I knew her secret.
 
 
***
 
 
Amy loved cooking, but more than that, she loved the fantasy of cooking, and boy did she have a fantasy. One day she’d forgotten that school was closed, and she’d left her computer logged in while she was at work. Now, I didn’t hate my mom or anything, but what person can resist digging up some dirt on their parents?
 
 
Wasn’t sure what I expected to find, but what I saw wasn’t it. My mom. My sweet, prudish mother… had one hell of a kink. She was logged into some site named Island Adventures. Innocuous enough a title, until I saw that it was absolutely full to the brim with stories about mothers and their grown offspring getting trapped on a desert island, and said offspring eventually resorting to cannibalizing their poor moms.
 
 
I also had the time to look through her messages while she was away. Not only was she an absolute deviant, but she was also just a straight up, vanilla pervert as well. The site had a small, personal gallery feature, and hers was absolutely full of pictures of… Can you guess?
 
 
Yep. Her own feet. Looking through all the old comments, it seems she wasn't terribly keen on the idea at first but… some of the other members kept nagging her about it ‘till she finally gave in. Then, as the likes started pouring in, she grew quite a bit more attached to the idea. Something tells me all the “young studs” that were replying were at least five years older than they were claiming but… it's the internet. What're you gonna do?
 
 
What really got my goat though… What really shocked me, is how much she mentioned me in her posts, without my permission. She would go on and on about how strong and independent I was growing up to be. How she could see me as a dominant without even stretching her imagination too far. She'd even had more than a few wet dreams about me apparently…
 
 
Now, I knew I should have been offended. Should've felt violated, and I did but… seeing this side of my own mother was fascinating. Eye opening even. The world was waaay more complicated than I'd thought. Turns out, women pushing forty could be just as weird as any young woman still coming to terms with her sexuality. Hell, maybe even moreso if they had to repress everything for a long time.
 
 
Stll, at first I was too shocked to do much about it all, other than brood about what a kinkslut my mom was but… as the months went on… I think… I understood it. What could possibly be more intimate than eating another person? Of course, the fact that they had to be naked for you to do the eating helped a lot too… Before I even knew it, I was falling headfirst into that rabbit hole, and I learned I loved it too…
 
 
I mean, who could resist the sight of all those gorgeous, fully developed, mature cuties in peril? And after that seed of fetish had fully grown… who could look at my mom and not imagine her in the same place? So innocent and sweet on the surface, yet so kinky and needy underneath it all. She was any pervert's dream date.
 
 
Maybe I wanted to go on that date before someone else took her away from me…
 
 
***
 
 
I can't lie. I was also a little miffed that she was angry at me, but I still loved my mom, which only made what I was going to do all the more intense. I locked the door behind me, then did the same to the front. I also jury-rigged a few rope ties to make both hard to open unless someone took the time to untie or cut. A girl scout I wasn't… but I was pretty proud of my work honestly. You couldn't do what I was going to do that night half way. You either did it right the first time, or not at all. You know?
 
 
Once I was sure she wasn't getting out easy, I scurried up to my room. I didn't really have any sort of dominatrix wear. She would never have let me buy anything like that anyway, but there was no way I was having my way with her tonight without having at least some kind of theme. After fussing over my outfit for a solid fifteen minutes, I finally landed on a black bikini I'd worn last year, and an old cowboy hat I'd used for Halloween once. Finally, I pulled all the remaining rope I had into a loop. I was as ready as I'd ever be.
 
 
After taking a deep breath, I then headed back out to the living room, waiting for Amy's eyes to go wide when she saw me.
 
 
“Rebecca Valerie Gerrickson! What on Earth are you wearing?!”
 
 
Yeah. She was legitimately miffed if she used my full name like that, but now it was just cute more than anything. I was already imagining how that chiding face would change as I started having my way with her.
 
 
“What does it look like I’m wearing, mom? I got all gussied up for you in the sexiest outfit I could manage. Don’t tell me you’re ungrateful hmm?”
 
 
The confused look she gave me was priceless. And it was only going to get more bewildered.
 
 
“Wh-what on earth are you t-talking about, young lady?!” Her stutter was delicious. “You g-go back to your room r-right now! Get your head on s-straight…”
 
 
“Hmm…” I tapped my chin thoughtfully, as though I was giving her command actual thought. “Naaah. I don't think I will…”
 
 
I could see the authority drain from her eyes at that point. She knew there was no way she could force me to obey, and we both knew that deep down… she didn't want me to.
 
 
“What are you doing… Becca?” she asked again.
 
 
I smiled once more. I was back to just being “Becca” already. She was already so submissive, just as I'd hoped. Or rather, just as I knew she'd be.
 
 
“What am I doing? I'm giving you your wildest fantasy, mom.” I finally answered, after letting her stew in that question for a few moments. With that, I circled around the sofa she was sitting on, to gently cup her chin from behind. “I know all about your little secret, you know.
 
 
“M-my secret?”
 
 
“Mhmm~” I shifted around to her other side. “How you've been frequenting that dirty website. After telling me to stay away from that sort of thing all my life. How hypocritical.”
 
 
“Becca… I…”
 
 
 
 
“Shhhh…” I placed a finger to her lips. “I'm not angry, mom. In fact, I'm happy to know a kindred spirit.”
 
 
“A… kindred spirit?”
 
 
“Now mom, if you're just going to repeat everything I say, it's going to take a lot longer to get to the really fun stuff. Why don't we start with a simple command hmm? I want you to stand up and start stripping for me?”
 
 
Despite the lust washing over her brain, she managed to give me an incredulous look. Maybe she wanted me to be a little more… assertive with her. She wanted to play the part of helpless victim, it seemed.
 
 
“No? Allow me then.” I wasted no more time in reaching over to grip her wrists and lift them over her head, before walking back around while never letting go. Despite the resistance she might have claimed, it was as easy as using a sharp knife to cut through water, to get her to stand. I could easily hear her breath heaving rapidly, so close as we now were. She wanted this… badly. Perhaps even more than I did, even if she might have also been afraid.
 
 
Giving her a knowing, smug pair of eyes, I took my rope and proceeded to wrap it around those pretty, dainty wrists of hers, enjoying the little mewls that began to escape her lips. Then, with as little as a slight push, I was able to guide her down onto the floor, before giving her ankles the same treatment. It was toxically delightful, having her under my power like this, and it was only going to get better…
 
 
“Well… I can't eat this, now can I?” I asked rhetorically, as I plucked at her clothes. “I think it's time to skin my cute little birdie~”
 
 
She gave me that look again. The one where she was pretending she still had authority. If she really felt that way, she would have tried to stop me, surely, and so with the confidence to keep her bound, I left to find a pair of scissors.
 
 
When I returned, she was still laying supine on the floor, though she'd managed somehow to move herself a quarter circle to the right. Perhaps my knot tying ability was better than I thought. Or perhaps she'd regained a bit of sanity while I was away, and tried to pull away before letting her lust and curiosity get the better of her again. Either way, there was still much to do.
 
 
“Oh? Just can't sit still, can we? You're so goofy, mom.” I gave a shake of my head, while smiling all the same as I approached. “So fidgety. Well don't worry, I'm ready to keep going now.” With that, I brandished my scissors and knelt down beside her, unsure of where exactly I wanted to begin.
 
 
“B-Becca.” Her voice, soft and timid now, interrupted my thoughts. “This is all just… play right? You don't actually want to hurt me… right?”
 
 
I smiled at her again. “Mom. I just want to have fun with you… and part of the fun of a dominant, submissive relationship is to not let the sub know what's exactly on the horizon. Don't you think?”
 
 
“I just…”
 
 
“Shhhh… Just enjoy the play. I knew I'd have you in the palm of my hand the moment I started. So we're going to keep that streak going. Okay?”
 
 
I took no more time to start snipping away at her clothes. Every inch the blades took was another inch closer to seeing her completely naked for me later. Still, I had to be careful with her panties. I had plans for those later.
 
 
Soon enough, I had a perfect view of her legs right before me, and I couldn't help licking my lips at the sight. If you knew my mom, you knew she was neither a fitness guru, nor a chubby girl. Rather, she was perfectly in the middle, with soft skin and just enough pudge to be adorable, without detracting from her mouthwateringly hourglass shape. She could have been a fertility goddess, as far as I was concerned, and those big thighs, perfectly supporting the childbearing hips above them… were going to make perfect drumsticks.
 
 
The way she wiggled nervously absolutely drove me wild, naturally, but I couldn’t let it get to me just yet. I still had work to do before we could get to the real juicy parts, after all. Leaving her tasty underwear on for now, I proceeded to snip away at her top next. She repeatedly tensed up, and then fell limp again, over and over as the draft she could feel got bigger with every second. I caught her biting her lip on more than one occasion too. No matter how much she wanted to play stoic, she was putty in my hands.
 
 
With one final press of the scissors, her shirt fell to either side like a pair of wings at her back. Those tatas would have made excellent milkers… if I had any way to induce lactation… but no. I had better, more immediate plans. Maybe I could brainwash her sis another day. For now…
 
I reached forward to squeeze those tasty looking, bra-covered udders for more than a few seconds, dragging out the prolonged moans she gave out in response. Once I’d finished with the little demo, I simply reached around to unstrap the covering, and dangle it in front of her face.
 
 
“I think I’ll keep these as a little souvenir to remember you by, mom.” I teased, as her eyes glazed over with growing arousal. “For now, let’s finish up here~”
 
 
Finally, I reached under her plump derriere to lift it just high enough to sever the straps to those fancy panties of hers, and rather forcefully pulled it up between her legs, getting the fabric to grind against her pussy as I went. The squeal she responded with was absolutely heavenly.
 
“These however…” I teased, once again holding the undies up for her to see. “I have a plan for right now.” Leaving her on that little gold nugget to ponder, I left for the master bedroom to grab another pair of hers, and returned with it, balled up with the cut pair, giving it enough volume to fit cozily in the woman’s mouth.
 
 
The hilarious thing was that she understood exactly what I was going for when I got back. I only needed to lean over her for her to open her mouth and clamp down on the ball of lace that had once been her undies. Undies that were partially covered in her own pleasure juices as well, if her plumpened, slick vulva were anything to go by. I quickly took the strings of the cut pair, and tied them tightly around her neck. She gave a cute, muffled giggle from behind the impromptu gag, which only made me want to ravish her all the more. The oven could wait a little longer. For now, I wanted to play with my toy a bit, before I broke it…
 
 
Without another word, I positioned myself between her legs, pulling them apart as much as the ankle ties would allow. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be really. She’d already pulled her feet up to give me a bit of leeway.
 
 
And it was those tootsies that I figured would be a great place to start, given how that site had corrupted her. Looking back, I could see them wiggling in excitement, while the arch of her sole flexed in anticipation. This whole thing was as much for me as it was for her, so why not indulge her a little bit?
 
 
I reached back first to tickle the ball of her foot, chuckling at the way she gasped in delight. What a perv… I could almost do this perfectly guilt free, with how odd she'd become. I next proceeded to glide my fingers up and down, feeling every little wrinkle and movement she made, and I had to admit… It felt kinda… fun. Particularly every time she twitched and squeaked. Part of the fun was just having such control over her of course but… another part of it was just… giving in to the weirdness of it all. Here, I could do anything. Try anything. Including feeling up those adorable feet.
 
 
“Now… let’s… taste test the meat next. Shall we? I’m particularly interested in this elegantly aged milf filet…”
 
 
Maybe I was being a bit too impatient, but can you blame me? Having a body like that right in front of me? I didn’t waste another second before I leaned in and just started munching away at that mature pussy. Not enough to actually cause any damage of course. Just enough to get a rise out of her. My teeth pinched her delicate little clitty a few times, before my lips kissed all up and down her outer lips. Lastly, I let my tongue dart in and out of her slit faster than I even knew I could do.
 
 
She. Was. In. Heaven. Her moans were loud enough to fully fill the room, even with her being gagged like she now was. I practically had to hold her down at the waist to keep her from squirming around too much so I could keep going. As she continued to enjoy herself, with all of that pretense from before completely melted away, I thought I might try to go just a bit further and give her a solid orgasm before finally taking her into the kitchen. Maybe, before the day was over, I could squeeze two or three from her. I wanted her brain to be absolutely scrambled when I shoved her into that oven.
 
 
The plan now set in my head, I suddenly stopped, leaving her whimpering for more while I ran back to my room to get my old “friend”. If mom had known I’d been keeping a vibrator recently, she probably would have bitten my head off. That was before I had her on the ropes like today though… both literally and figuratively.
 
 
She gave me a pouty expression when I finally returned, then went wide eyed when I showed her the climax assistant.
 
 
“Oh don’t look so surprised mom. You don’t have room to talk. Spread those legs again.” I gave her a stern look, and this time she folded instantly.
 
 
“Good girl. Now let’s get you so sexually high that you can’t think straight~”
 
 
So, there I was only a few seconds later, pushing my favorite, and only, pussy tickler into my mom’s juicy, used love lips. It was absolutely cathartic actually. All the times I’d fantasized about her… after the way she’d gotten me into this kind of kinky shit? It was her fault, and she deserved to be my plaything for a little bit, after all that pent-up sexual frustration I’d gone through.
 
 
I don’t think I’d ever heard my mom be THAT loud before, and I loved it. I was really making my little piggy squeal. I couldn’t decide if she was my piggy, my turkey, or my cow, but it didn’t matter so long as she was my meat tonight. With how fast she was getting worked up, it probably wouldn’t be long before I was taking her into the kitchen anyway…
 
 
I continued my assault for what felt like merely a few minutes, but glancing at the clock revealed that I'd kept tormenting her for a half an hour, at least. I couldn't help but pull away every time she felt close, if only because I was having too much fun. If I wanted to proceed however… I figured it was only fair if I gave her her first release of the night…
 
 
Knowing her thing about her feet… How she got this weird pleasure from feeling like people were worshipping them… I decided to start there, pulling back to lick and sniff at them as though I were a wild animal inspecting its catch. Not all that separated from reality, in all honesty. That little tease was plenty to get her juices going even faster, and so I decided to reach forward with my hand to start penetrating her flower again. The way she instantly bucked with pleasure was rewarding in and of itself, but I was only just beginning.
 
 
I’d only started with one finger, but I wasn’t able to resist adding a second a few moments later. I spent the next minute or so sliding them in and out, now and again looking up to watch mom’s expression slip further and further into fuckdrunkenness with every second. Even if I was going to cook her alive tonight, I still felt like I was doing her a bit of a favor. This was probably the most stimulated she’d been in a long, long time. There were certainly worse ways to go. Now that I had her on the ropes like this… both literally and metaphorically… I decided it was time to up my game once again. I knew where my G-spot was. Right along the front of my inner wall. I wondered if hers was…
 
 
“MMmphh! Unnhhh Annngh!” She practically melted at that very moment. I almost thought she was going to cum then and there, but she still needed a bit more, and I was happy to oblige.
 
 
I hooked my fingers upwards to make sure I was really putting pressure on that sweet zone with every motion I made, and her moaning never stopped. This was infinitely more effective than the little buzzer I’d been using just a short while ago. Not that I regretted using it. What’s the point of having a sub if you can’t tease her a bit after all. It was just a taste, and now she was getting her full meal… Just like I was going to be getting mine later on.
 
 
I added a third finger to the mix, stretching her out as far as I dared for now. I wanted the stuffing to be unique, and so I couldn’t blow that sensation on her with this little bout of… foreplay. Still, what I was doing was plenty to blow her mind for now. All I had to do was go just a little… bit… further…
 
 
There!
 
 
I felt her tense up like a plastic for a few seconds, before, with a gush of love juice, she finally splattered all over the floor between us, and my arm. Immediately afterwords, she went completely limp, going from doll to plushie as she started to bask in the afterglow.
 
 
“Ohhhh… such a slutty meatgirl, cumming like that and making a mess…” I said in humored tone. “I can’t believe you’re getting off on all this, still knowing I’m going to devour you.
 
 
“Mhhh… mhhhhhh~” was her only reply. Even if she weren't gagged, I was fairly certain the woman wouldn't have been cognizant enough to produce any words, in all honesty.
 
 
“So what do we do now? My little meatslut? Shall we go to the beach to have our little cookout? Hmm?” I ran my fingers through her hair absently while I spoke. “Are you ready to be my piggy?”
 
 
She gave a breathy groan and a nod of her head.
 
 
Of course in this case, the “beach” was just our kitchen, and the luau would have to be an oven bake, rather than a spit roast… but we were both well read, with developed imaginations. It wouldn't take much to let our minds fill in the rest of the scenario. The whole “island adventure” thing was a big part of her fantasy, and I intended to give it to her with the best of my ability.
 
 
I still wasn't sure if she thought this was all just play, or maybe even just a wet dream. She didn't quite have the nervousness I would have expected if she knew it was all real. Some part of me considered toning down into that play, and then acting like it was all a dream tomorrow. Playing dumb…
 
 
When I saw that adorable, milfy face looking up at me however, I knew I couldn't resist doing it. And damn, if the thought of doing it hadn't sent me into an absolute flurry of adrenaline and estrogen fueled excitement like it did, I don't think anything else would have. There was no turning back now, even if I'd had the strength of will to resist. Mom was gonna be my meal tonight. That was inescapable.
 
 
Without another word, I untied her ankles and helped her up, before leading her still partially-limp body towards the kitchen. The look on her face somehow managed to be both sensual and cute at the same time, and to be honest, I was starting to get impatient. She was mine, and I wanted to get right back into the fun…
 
 
***
 
 
Once inside the kitchen, I wasted no time in patting the sink and giving an authoritative “up”. Seeing her sexy butt try to climb up on her own even with her hands still tired was a treat in and of itself, and it was hard to resist the temptation to just grab it then and there, so I could keep watching it jiggle. Nonetheless, I could only hold back for a few seconds before giving that derriere a good, firm smack, and pushing it up the rest of the way.
 
 
The mild yelp she responded with was positively brilliant, and once she'd tumbled in, I landed another good thwack on that meaty bit before continuing. Fortunately for her, I wasn't cruel enough to rinse her out with cold water. I let the faucet run for a few good seconds as it warmed up, then proceeded to first give her outer body a good rinse.
 
 
The compliant way she let me scrub her to a shine made me wonder if it was even necessary to keep her arms bound like that. She'd probably hop into the oven right now if I told her to. In the end however, I decided that the bondage was part of the whole play. She'd probably actually be disappointed if I completely untied her, in fact.
 
 
With that in mind, I decided to bend her over and give just a little bit more of a treat to those feet. I was absolutely sure now that it wasn't so much that she particularly enjoyed them being touched, so much as it was that she loved the thought of other people admiring them. That site and it's kinky patrons had definitely done a number on her sexual psyche, not that I was complaining.
 
 
I began by giving her soles a good pat-down, and I couldn't help but smirk at the way her feet moved in tandem with every touch. Her toes squirmed and the skin of her arch crumpled as she bent it to match my fingers movements. I had to admit, though it hadn't been my thing at first, the weirdness of the kink was starting to rub off on me. I mean, why shouldn't I have been more open to little taboos and weird kinks? I was going to cook my mom alive for crying out loud. Really, getting into feet was pretty damn vanilla for me. Just don't go judging me for it.
 
 
When I took the scrubber to those tootsies I did learn another reason the woman might like attention on them however. She tried to stifle it at first but… little grunts became tiny vocalizations. Those vocalizations then became mumbled giggles, and finally…full fledged guffaws that the gag did nothing to suppress.
 
 
“Oh. My. Gawd. Mom… are you seriously still ticklish?”
 
 
She coyly looked down and said nothing. Only continuing to chuckle as I kept working.
 
 
“You are so… frickin’ adorable. You know that?” I leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek. How had I never known all this about her?
 
 
As much as I wanted to keep going this way, there was still a lot to do before she was ready for the oven. After giving those feet and dat ass another few swats for good measure, I bent her forward, and pulled the faucet hose out to flush that pink pussy and nice little rosebud out for good measure.
 
 
She kept herself well groomed, and nothing really came of it, but it was nice to be sure. Besides, acting like a full blown cannibal chef was just so much fun, and there was no denying that she was loving it as well. Just like presentation was a big part of cooking, play was a big part of sex, I was finding.
 
 
Once again happy with our progress, I reached down to scoop her out of the sink in a princess style carry. I didn't know if the adrenaline of what I was doing gave me the strength, or if I was just naturally tougher than I thought I was. The fact that she didn't resist at all made it easier of course. It only took me a few seconds to plop her down onto the table. Now it was time for the next fun bit~
 
 
***
 
 
First, I finally pulled her panties out of her mouth, savoring the gasp she responded with, and tucked the lace into my pocket for later. It'd make a great trophy. Maybe I'd frame the panties, or fix them and wear them around like a pelt to remind me of my conquest.
 
 
“Oh my god…” she said breathily. “I can't believe this is really happening…”
 
 
“Believe it, mom. How long did you think I'd be able to resist that meaty body? Honestly.”
 
 
“I just… never thought this all would leave my computer.” She shivered in excitement. “I'm still not even sure this is real.”
 
 
“Well, why don't we leave that as a surprise, shall we?”
 
 
After that little exchange, I moved on to prep the stuff that would be going on that goochie. Really, I should've prepped the stuffing and sauces before I started everything. Seeing as how it was a bit more involved than I thought it was going to be. Under the pressure however, I really thought I managed to do all things considered. Plus the anticipatory looks mom kept flashing me while I worked kept me excited. She needed this so bad. Just… the feel of someone dominating her. I could practically feel the lust radiating off of her, and I was still having a blast teasing her as well, so letting her stew in her own neediness like that was way more fun than just diving in.
 
 
The breaded portion of the filling was pretty easy. I just boiled it up in some broth and added a few green onions and seasoned salt. The savory scent really overtook the air, and I had to resist not devouring it right in front of her. I was only going to get to eat my own mom once though, so thankfully patience prevailed, and I just placed the pot next to her once it'd cooled down enough.
 
 
The wide eyed look she gave me was absolutely priceless. It was a full fledged “Is that all going inside me?” moment that I let linger for a while before continuing. She didn't have to say anything for me to get it.
 
 
“Yep. It sure is.” I told her. "Aaaaaall of this is going inside that tasty body of yours.”
 
 
Naturally, I didn't just let her lay there unattended while I worked. I made it a point to tickle that pretty pink pussy, touch those chubby titties, and tantalize those tootsies every few minutes to keep her moaning. Truthfully, I think she liked the randomness I went about the whole thing with. Kept her on her toes… Metaphorically speaking of course, because those toes were actually in the air for me to tease.
 
 
For the sauce, I combined a bit more broth with a few herbs and spices that I'd seen her use together before. If that website was anything to go by, women had a veal-like taste while men were more akin to pork. So… I figured she'd be more like steak, and beef juice was the way to go.
 
 
Once the whole thing had thickened properly, I gave it a bit of time to set and cool off. Not quite long enough to get room temperature because well… I thought she'd enjoy a little more warmth. I knew I sure as hell was going to enjoy seeing her get warm, if you know what I mean.
 
 
“So mom… are you ready to take the next step?”
 
 
“W-Well. I umm…”
 
 
For the first time since we'd gotten into the kitchen, I saw just the tiniest hint of apprehension in her eyes, though it didn’t last long. That was fine by me. I enjoyed just a little bit of tension to all this, even with how brief it ended up being. Moments later she was back to being a mewling little pet. Such a cutey, as always.
 
 
“Ohhhhh… Becca…” she groaned. “I g-guess I don't really have a choice, do I?”
 
 
“You sure as hell don't, piggy.” I said, starting to preheat the oven. It’s slight red glow humming to her left.
 
 
With that, I took it as permission to keep going, and proceeded to first pour some of the sauce over her belly. The gasp she gave was absolutely delightful, and I was only getting started. Now I could ensure she was getting a good, even coat.
 
 
Not unlike what I did when we were in the living room I let my hands run all over her body, rubbing the sauce into every single nook and cranny I can find. Yep. Including that one. I’d made such a large amount of the stuff that I could really pour more on pretty liberally, while still having plenty for a second basting once she was… halfway done. I took the worshipful way she looked at me as a sign that I was doing a good job, before flipping her over and doing the same on her backside. I kid you not, that butt was so tempting to just bite into right then and there. I’d not put too much thought into just how curvy my mom was before all this. Just in all the right places, but boy… was I thinking about it now. I mean, I was putting in a lot of hard work for all this. I earned a bit of my own fun right?
 
After giving dat ass a few more good swats once I was done, I tucked her legs tightly underneath her torso, pulling her boobs out to the side so they were still on full display. Keeping her hands behind her back, I next made sure those ankles were nice and tight, and polished the whole thing off by threading another rope through her knees and tying it around her back.
 
Naturally, I let a basting brush tease her feet for a few more seconds, watching her toes wiggle and curl while she tried and failed to suppress her laughter. Then, finally it was time to really polish off the prep…
 
 
“Ready to get stuffed all the way to bursting, mom?”
 
 
She nodded her head in an enthusiastic “yes” for me. “D-do whatever you want to me b-baby g-girl…”
 
 
“Good, but you know what? I don’t think you’re acting enough like a little piggy.” I let a finger roll over her body, stopping at her butt to smack it once more. She squeaked yet again, but that wasn't enough for me. “Why don’t you squeal for me… silly little piggy…”
 
 
“O-oink? Oink oink? Oink!”
 
 
“Mhh… It's okay, but why don’t we see if we can up the ante, hmm?” Still behind her, I didn’t let her see as I grabbed the biggest handful of stuffing that I dared, and held it just behind her cooch. “Keep going.”
 
 
“Oink oink OiiiiiieeeEEEEEEEEE!” Just as she was in the middle of her play, I crammed that fistful of filling deeply into her hungry little pussy, and watched as she threw her head back in surprise.
 
 
“Now that’s a good piggy squeal, and we’re only getting started…”
 
 
Maybe I got hit with a bit of meanspiritedness, or maybe I thought we were in deep enough that she'd enjoy a bit more… intensity again. Regardless exactly of the why, I was in the zone now. I barely gave her any time to catch her breath from the first handful before another was spreading those petals farther apart than they were designed to.
 
 
“Ahhh! OOOHHHHH!!! B-B-Becky!” It wouldn't have mattered if she was still gagged. There was no intelligence in her words. Only lust.
 
 
Truthfully I hadn't been sure if my closed fist was even going to fit inside the sow, but knowing that I could made my heart flutter. Every inch of the inside of her love tunnel was rubbing against my fingers, making them slick and goopy with her juices. I couldn't help myself from pumping in and out for a few seconds every time I went in. I could probably have gotten off for the rest of my life on way she convulsed and cried out in painful pleasure, but there was no half-assing this. Only way this was going to end was with parts of her in my belly, and the rest either in my fridge or mounted over the fireplace.
 
 
Best of all was when I felt her orgasm again while I was still inside her. Those clenching spasms that she gave around my wrist sent a horny shiver down my spine, and if I didn't still have lots of work to do, I might have taken a break to push myself to a climax as well. I was learning that there were other ways to achieve sexual nirvana though, and one of mine, it seemed, was to push sex starved moms to the brink of sanity like this. I didn't need to finish any time soon. It was more fun to edge myself while I watched her cum like a wild nympho instead.
 
 
***
 
 
There was no way that I'd be able to fit all of the stuffing into her front door, no matter how much I wanted to. And so when that mushy filling began to dribble back out onto the table, I moved on to shoving the rest of it into the silly milf's backdoor instead. This one proved to be a lot more stubborn, and in the end I needed to find her rolling pin so I could use the ends to push the stuff in.
 
 
To my surprise, this treatment didn't quite get as many metaphorical kicks out of the old girl. Glancing at her panting face, I could tell she was exhausted, but the broad smile she wore also told me that she had no desire to stop any time soon.
 
 
Now, rather than having a squirming, mewling pet on the table, whom I would push past her limits, I had a demure, obedient piece of meat to continue abusing. This led to a different kind of play, but no less a pleasurable one than the first. Now, she was practically an inanimate object. Kinda a… font of pleasure I guess.
 
 
I kept going with the stuffing until I’d finally used up the last of it, and for the first time I really took the time to appreciate just how full she’d gotten. Her belly bulged out ever so slightly such that it was clear that she had been filled up with a delicious side-dish, but not enough to ruin her lovely figure. Somehow this made me think even more of her as nothing but food. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’d already decided she was nothing more than a mature meatgirl by that point… but now it felt more real. Now it wasn’t just some thing I was going to do in the future. I could actually see that it was happening right now in front of me.
 
 
***
 
 
You might have guessed by now, but I’d decided that sensual cannibalism was DEFINITELY the exception to the “don’t play with your food” rule. While I’d done well to resist the urge before now, I finally couldn’t help but lean forward to taste my goofball of a horny mom. Not even giving myself time to think about it, I put my lips on her clit, after a bit of finegling to get into position, and proceeded to give it a good, long, powerful suckle. The salty taste of her numerous arrivals mingled with a perfectly savory flavor that most certainly had to be her natural flavor. And this was only raw. How much better was it going to be when she was steaming on a platter?
 
 
Spent as she was, I could only hear her moan in appreciation as I kept her going, though I did manage to get another cry of delight as I grabbed her hips and went in even deeper. So I’d gotten a bit of the stuffing in my mouth. Big deal. It was worth undoing a bit of my work to just… use her like this a little more, before sending her to her doom.
 
 
Only when she’d somehow managed to squeeze out another orgasm did I finally pull away. At this point I wasn’t even sure if she was mentally present any longer. Either way was hot to me, so I decided to test her reaction by whispering softly into her ear.
 
 
“You know this isn’t just play anymore, right?” I asked her.
 
 
It took several seconds for her to look at me. She wasn’t scared, or even excited. It was simply a blank stare, coupled with that persistent, broken smile. “I-I think…”
 
 
“For all you know this is just a hot nightmare, or maybe your daughter really has snapped like this. Either way, you’re going in that oven tonight…”
 
 
I saw what I thought might have been the slightest hint of hesitation for the first time that night. Either she was beginning to question if she really wanted to do this, or the heaviness of it all was just starting to hit her. Not that it mattered of course. This was happening one way or the other. When she nodded in agreement afterwards though, I knew she still wanted this. Whether she thought it was all in her mind or not didn't matter anymore.
 
 
And I wasn't going to deny her the height… and end of her life.
 
 
“Good piggy.” I replied with a grin. “Let's just get some last seasoning rubbed into this cute butt…” I gave said rumpus a smack while I spoke. “Then another basting, then you've got a date with a heating element, Amy~”
 
 
“Yes m-mistress…” was her response.
 
 
That was my queue to keep the hype going for her, and so I stepped away to grab those herbs she'd always loved using whenever she cooked. Funny thing was that she'd still be cooking with them. Just a different use of the adjective. You know?
 
 
Added zest in hand, I returned to my waiting horny mom to begin rubbing it all into her ass first. With all the roughness I'd just shown her, a bit of a softer massage was a good way to soften her for the next big orgasm. I wanted to bring her back juuuust enough to open her up again. I was no sexual expert just yet… but I knew what would really push me back into the game, personally… and it seemed the apple didn't fall far from the tree.
 
 
Speaking of apples, Amy'd recently purchased a bunch of fruit the other day in a bid to get the two of us to eat more healthily. It might've been cliche, but from what I had learned on that website, it was definitely part of the aesthetic. And really, the idea of seeing her gagged with an apple, all wide eyed, was making me more happy than it should have.
 
 
Still, I wasn't going to shut her up just yet. I wanted to hear her adorable horny voice just a little while longer, and so I continued running my oiled and herbed hands up and her body, letting her moan as much and as loudly as she wanted. Doing this sort of thing really helped me appreciate her body's perfect shape and elegantly distributed curves all the more. She was soft, but her wide hips still gave her a mouthwatering hourglass shape that drove me wild. I particularly got into rubbing her plump little ass, and letting my hands slip downwards to grip those boobs like stress balls.
 
 
“You know… every second I spend doing stuff like this is another second closer to you becoming a steaming piece of meat on my table, mom.” I told her while rubbing the flavoring into her arms. “You good with that? Better start thinking about what your last words are gonna be~”
 
 
I didn't have to see her face twist into pleasure at the thought. I could practically feel it at this point. Every demeaning word I said was like catnip to her. Still, it took till the time I'd moved back to making her feet all shiny, for her to finally formulate a sentence or two.
 
 
“I-I love you Becca.” she began, not in the tone of a mother to her daughter, but of a cougar having fallen head over heels for a girl half her age. “I want this moment to last forever…”
 
 
I smiled and leaned around to kiss her cheek. “That's sweet Amy~ But we both know that's not entirely true. You want to move on to the next moment, where I cook you alive, don't you?”
 
 
“Y-yes…” she began, quietly at first. “I want you to devour me Becka. I want you to have complete control of my body!” With every sentence she grew a little bit louder. “I want you to eat me! I WANT TO BE YOUR PIGGY!”
 
 
To reward her, I rubbed her beloved tootsies for a few more seconds. “And you're being such a good sow already~” I told her, right before finally cramming one of those apples deeply between her lips. “I bet you're going to be the absolute best thing I've ever tasted in my life~”
 
 
That admission of desire to die, for me, was the last sentence I ever heard her speak. I didn’t give her the opportunity afterwards, and that was fine by me. Ending on her complete surrender was as romantic a thing I could have hoped for in all this.
 
 
Now that her mouth was silenced, I elected to polish off her other two holes as well. There were quite a few unused veggies in the fridge, and it didn’t matter if they were cold. She’d be more than warmed up very soon. Still, the muffled shrieks of surprise she gave when I crammed them into her ass and pussy were almost as delicious as she looked. I watched her shiver and breathe heavily while her body adjusted, and I was reminded once again just how good it was to be the queen, so to speak.
 
 
It was only then that I recalled a little trick I’d learned from a buddy of mine, about preserving some parts of an animal’s body even while they roasted. Naturally it hadn’t been tested on LIVE animals, but it couldn’t hurt to give it a shot.
 
 
Minutes later, with Amy still dazed and puffy for what was coming, I returned with a mix of… let’s just say they’re proprietary chemicals, and proceeded to smear it all over her face and hair. Of course I was being careful to not get any on the edible parts, but there would be no way of knowing if it worked till she was back on the table.
 
 
After giving her meaty body a quick once-over, and watching her eyes follow my every step for a good minute or so, I nodded my head in satisfaction, and looked through the cupboards for that tray we’d used for the luau last year. How appropriate that I’d now use it on a very different kind of pig. A longpig. Carefully, I slid the flat platter underneath the tasty woman before… with no small amount of effort, I lifted her and slid that delicious ass into the preheated tomb I’d set up for her.
 
 
The silly pig instantly winced upon entry. Maybe she was only now comprehending in full just how real this all was. Not that I cared anymore. She was my meat and nothing more.
 
 
“I think… I’m gonna keep your bones for broth, mom. Why don’t you start to squirm for me?” I asked, or more appropriately commanded, as I popped that butt one more time… then closed the door.
 
 
I didn’t waste time in getting comfy, so I could touch myself to her moans and whimpers. Was she still willing or had she lost her nerve? With only her ass facing me it was hard to tell, and honestly, that was just fine by me. The mystery was a new fun thing to ponder… though, seeing just how much love juice was dripping from that veggie stuffed pussy, it was clear that she was enjoying it either way.
 
 
***
 
 
“Mhhh! Mmmph MNH!” After about twenty minutes, she was starting to steam up, if only slightly. By now all that cooch juice had begun to pool underneath her, which probably meant that the whole experience had already coaxed another orgasm from her.
 
 
It was perfect timing really, as I’d just managed to push myself to one, and it was probably around the time for her second basting. With that in mind, I slowly opened the oven door, waving away most of the steam, and pulled her out onto a low, rolling table I’d gotten from the storage room. All that stuff was mine now after all. To my delight, those chemicals seemed to be working perfectly. She might have needed a bit of touchup after everything was said and done, but she still had that pretty, mature face.
 
 
“How you holding up mo… I mean piglet?” I asked as I retrieved the brush and sauce I’d made to begin adding another layer over her back and cute little patuckus.
 
 
Her answer was a weak groan. She didn’t even have the strength to look back at me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a little twinge of guilt finally, but well… we both wanted this. I’d also be lying if I said seeing her like this didn’t turn me on. She was so thoroughly conquered now that there’d be no coming back from this, one way or another, so why shouldn’t I have had as much fun with it as I possibly could have?
 
With that in mind, I decided to grab a little skewer from up above, and then jab it quite forcefully into one of those feet she liked teasing people with. Seeing it flex slightly as she was cooling off made it just impossible to resist. Besides, I wanted to know just how tender she had gotten.
 
 
Giving her zero warning, I stabbed her footsie, making it a good centimeter or so in before I met resistance. The resulting squeal for her was a good deal more energetic than before, and I decided to continue. The next one pressed right into her left buttock, this time making it half an inch, as juices proceeded to dribble out, making my mouth water.
 
Next, I grabbed a few more apples from the fruit basket. I though she might want to speak to me again, given those squeals, but I had better plans in mind. The gag in her mouth was already roasted through, and it needed to be replaced, among other things.
 
 
I pulled the apple out from between her lips, just long enough to let her weakened voice attempt to say something.
 
“R-reb-becca! I…”
 
I was pretty sure I knew exactly what she was going to say, so to interrupt her, I gripped her jaw before she could finish that sentence. It was a bit hot, but not unbearable. “Ohhhhh. Don’t be silly mom. You’re just a piggy now, and it wouldn’t be right if I only gave you half the experience would it?
 
That bit of cruelty out of the way, I instantly gagged her once again with a new, bright red fruit, and proceeded to place the rest all around her as a bit of a final insult. She was just food now. The wide eyes she gave me while watching me work were so precious, that I couldn’t help tease her just a little more. So I gave that ass a good hard spank, sending a bit of the baste flying all over, enjoying one final squeal from my dumb pig of a mother.
 
 
With her body made glistening, her ass checked for doneness, her feet stimulated once again, and lastly her mind broken I slid the old girl back into the oven, and then closed her up. Next time I saw her, she’d be nothing but a still, steaming piece of meat, and I was getting hungrier by the minute.
 
 
***
 
 
I basted Amy a few more times before she was done, but by that point she was absolutely still. I wondered what thoughts were going through her mind at the end. Was she still as horny as she’d started out? Had a little bit more fear crept in? In truth it didn’t matter. With the clever use of a few tools, combined with my own… *Ahem…* Athleticism… I slid my piggy up onto the table and had a seat.
 
 
I made it a point to grind my fork and knife together for a few moments, letting the moment before I started carving linger. For as long as I could stand to wait anyway. And then… I went to town on that sexy butt. Leaving the pussy for a final treat once I’d started to get full. Her tatas managed to stay nice and round during it all, and while they were a bit fatty, that juice was absolutely to die for. And she did die for it, after all.
 
 
I was surprised just how tender those feet turned out to be as well. I nibbled on them for a good long while. Particularly the toes. It was what she’d want, after all. Hehe…
 
 
I had leftovers for days, but it never got old. I kept looking up at that trophy I’d put on a plaque to remember that I was, in fact, still devouring my own mom. And damn if that wasn’t the hottest week of my life. Just couldn’t stop touching myself every time I did it. True to my promise, I kept her bones and boiled them down for broth, so I guess I actually held onto bits of her for longer than a week. Used the broth in a huge beef stew actually, which was fitting, since she tasted like veal…
 
 
***
 
 
“So anyway… that's how I ended up cooking Amy, my cute little meatslut of a mother. I mounted her head in my room, if you want to see it but… You're sure you want to be next, Mrs Prescott? Not like you’ll be able to come back from it the next day, just a little embarrassed, you know…”