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 Anna all dressed up Food Play, Incest, Mother/Daughter, Consensual,
Breastplay

   Anna's mother was just finishing the final preparations for dinner as
her daughter came into the kitchen.  She snuck another look at the cook
book just to make sure there was nothing else left, and picked up the
basting brush, dipping it in the heated fat-based baste before painting it
onto the spiced turkey.  Turkey wasn't the type of meat the recipe
originally called for of course, but it converted easily enough.

   "Mom?" Anna asked as her mother basted the turkey, coating it in fat and
oil.  The bird had been spiced, and now sat in a tray ready for the oven,
but that wasn't what drew Anna's gaze.  There in the cookbook that her
mother had propped open was a picture of a young girl, her breasts cooked
and spiced and oiled.  "What is this?" she continued, picking up the book.

   "Oh, that?" her mother asked looking up from her work.  "That's a
cookbook Anna."

   Anna blushed.  "I know that mom, but...  uh, this picture..."

   "Oh, don't worry about that dear.  Your dad got it for me as a joke, but
with a few changes here and there the recipes are really useful!" she
responded, gesturing to the turkey as she lifted it to place in the oven.

   Anna's attention was elsewhere though.  "3 tablespoons of crushed black
peppercorns...  one pair of breasts, E-Cup preferred?" Anna read softly
before looking at her own bountiful bosom.

   Anna was in her last year of high school, and her own breasts,
restrained as they were by her school uniform, were E-cups, just like the
recipe called for.

   "Hey...  Mooooom?  Anna asked as her mother slid the turkey they were
having for dinner into the oven and closed it.  "Could we try out this
recipe?  I mean not cook, but, you know...  use my tits to show me how to
make it?" Anna continued with a sheepish grin as her mother turned to look
at her.

   "Well..." Anna's mother looked at the counter.  There were certainly
enough left over from the turkey preparations that would otherwise go to
waste...  "I don't see why not?"

   "Thanks, Mom." Anna started to unbutton her shirt, revealing her plain
white bra beneath but leaving her collar button and the buttons below her
breasts fastened.  Carefully, Anna unfastened her bra where it clasped
between her breasts and let the large mounds fall onto the counter with a
thump.

   Anna was not a large girl, short and slim, only coming up to the bottom
of her mother's chin despite her age, it seemed like all her growth had
gone into her massive tits and she was more than a bit proud of them as a
result.  Without another thought, she brushed her pigtails back and looked
up at her mother.

   "So...  now what?" Anna asked curiously.  Her mother had picked up the
cookbook while she was freeing her tits and was now reading through it.

   "Now, I'll have to take a look at them.  We have all the stuff for the
recipe, but since we won't actually be cooking your breasts we'll need to
make some revisions."

   Anna smiled excitedly, "That's fine mom!" she admitted blushing slightly
as her mother walked over to her and poked at her breasts.

   "Hmmm..." Anna's mom muttered to herself as she lifted her daughter's
breasts.  "Well, you certainly have enough meat on these to feed our whole
family if you did cook them..." her mom teased.  "But since we're not
cooking them?" Anna's mom continued, flicking at one of Anna's nipples. 
"Lets get these in a pan and baste them first.  There's no reall need to
puncture them to keep them from swelling in the heat of the overn if we
aren't cooking them in the oven after all."

   "Okay!" Anna said excitedly, grabbing an extra oven pan and pulling it
towards her breasts while her mother lifted them one at a time and placed
them inside.  Anna stared at her tits, they were massive and shaped sort of
like a pair of torpedoes, with quite a bit of give due to how fat they
were, kept from sagging by the benefits of youth.  Her large pink nipples
would be obscenely large on a smaller pair of tits, but on hers, they
barely took up half of the front of her tits.

   While Anna watched her tits, her mother had picked up the book to check
the differences in the recipe when using actual tits rather than her
adjustments for turkey.

   "It says here that since your breasts have a high fat content, that
using a fat based baste for them is preferable, instead of the honey based
one you're supposed to use for firmer tits." Anna's mom said poking at her
daughter's breasts once more.  "You're lucky I used a fat based baste on
the turkey.  Otherwise we wouldn't have enough honey for your baste due to
the size of your breasts, Anna." Anna's mom paused to slide the baste bowl
closer before placing the basting brush into the mix and leaving it to soak
up a bit.

   "Next up are your nipples," Anna's mother said with a small smile as she
noticed the way her daughter eyed the baste.

   Anna blushhed as her mom lifted up the front of one of her breasts to
get a better look at her nipples.  "These are nice and large, Anna.  And
thick too, the book says that if we baste them less, a thicker set of
nipples will end up frying crisp and turn out deliciously.  You wanna a
try?"

   Anna blushed, but answered despite her embarrassment, "Yeah, not for
real I mean, but, yeah.  I want them to look the best they can when we're
done."

   "Well, then, if that's what you want?  We can't have your nipples hiding
from view..." Anna's mother pinched her nipples, rolling and pulling them
between her thumbs and forefingers to harden them.  Anna could feel her
breasts start to warm despite the cool pan beneath them as her mother
played with her nipples until they had filled up from excitement.

   "There, nice and pert.  Isn't that better?" Anna's mom teased.

   "Moooooom..." Anna complained good naturedly as her mom let go of her
daughter's nipples and picked up the book once more.  "So?  What do we do
next?"

   "Now?"Anna's mom asked picking up the basting brush.  "We baste you."

   Anna tried not to squirm as her mother started to baste her breasts, but
the brush tickled, and the warm oily yellowish baste wasn't helping. 
Anna's mom suppressed a smile as she watched her daughter struggle not to
move.  It wasn't really effective though, Anna's breasts trembled from more
than just the brush basting them.

   Over and over, coat after coat, Anna's mom covered her tits
methodically, occasionally painting over Anna's perky nipples.  Not enough
to really coat them, but enough to give them a glossy finish and keep them
attentive.

   The fatty baste naturally dripped downwards, but that didn't stop Anna's
mother from lifting her daughter's tits by their greasy nipples and giving
the bottoms a quick once over as well.

   "Now we have to season the meat." Anna's mom said, sending a shiver
through her daughter as she realized they were talking about her breasts.

   As her mother gathered the black pepper and chives, Anna looked at her
tits in the mirror next to the titchen sink.  Her pale peach skin was now
yellowish and greasy from the animal fat baste that had been spread over
her tits, but her large nipples were still mostly pink, if that much
shinier, due to the smaller amounts of baste on them.

   "Now, the spices the book calls for are Black pepper and chives, Anna.
So those are wgat we're using.  You don't have to use a lot of spices if
you want something to taste good, just enough to give it a bit of extra
flavor." Anna's mother explained as she sprinkled the spices onto her
daughter's bosom.

   "And done!" Anna's mom, announced as she sprinkled the last of the
spices onto her daughter's basted breasts.

   "Really?" Anna asked, staring at her prepared breasts.  "I look
delicious..." she added at a hush.

   "Well..." Anna's mom considered, her head cocked slightly to the side as
she thought.  "We could add a few decorative elements if you want?  It's
not really part of the cooking per se...  but it makes the meal look
better."

   "Can we?" Anna asked.

   Anna's mother looked around before her eyes lit on the basting twine
she'd used to tie the turkey up earlier.

   "How about this?" she asked picking the twine up and cutting off a
length.  "We can tie a pair of bows around your nipples, it'll keep them
nice and perky and look nice as well."

   Anna nodded excitedly, "Let's do that.  I bet they'll look fantastic!"

   "Okay then," her mother smiled at Anna's enthusiasm as she pulled
sharply on one of Anna's greasy nipples, pinching hard to keep it from
slipping out from between her fingers.  She loopedf the length around
Anna's nipples, once, twice, looping it tightly so that it didn't slip
before letting go of the nipple and using her newly freed hand to tie a
miniature bow on her Daughter's nipple, the nub poking out cutely from the
center of the bow.

   Anna shivered as she felt a bit of warmth spark in her nethers looking
at her breasts as her mother moved onto the second bow.  The bows itched a
bit, but she didn't mind, since they looked fantastic.  Her greasy spiced
breasts, her pink nipples trapped in a pair of bows, all set in an oven pan
and poking out from her opened shirt.  Taken Together Anna thought she
looked like the perfect mean, well, except for not being cooked that is.

   Of course Anna's mother didn't share her daughter's opinion.  "It's not
quite done..."

   The older woman of the pair made her way to her kitchen junck drawer and
pulled out a pair of flags attached to toothpicks.  Anna's eyes widened a
bit as she realized what her mother was about to do.

   "These are the perfect finishing touch I think." Anna's mother anounced,
and Anna, despite knowing what was about to happen, didn't protest as her
mother took one firmly in hand and placed the tip against the top of her
left breast and firmly pressed down.

   Anna watched enthralled as the pressure depressed her fatty breast,
until finally, it didn't.  It didn't hurt, not really, nothing more than a
pinch anyway, But as her mother pulled her hand away, Anna could see that
the flag had been firmly planted in the top of her tit.

   Anna saw a flicker of motion coming from the open door to the kitchen as
her mother started to place the final flag.

   "Honey!  I'm home!" Her dad called out as he passed by the door. 
"What's for Dinner?" Anna's father looked around, "It's not Anna is it?"
her father joked chuckling.

   "Daaaaaad!  It's not like that!" Anna protested.

   "She's right dear." Anna's mother agreed.  "We're having turkey tonight,
a recipe from the book you gave me I'll add.  Anna just wanted me to teach
her how to use the recipe in that book as is instead of modified for
turkey."

   "Oh, well if that's all..." Her father said skeptically, wagging his
eyebrows as a way to show he was joking, which only added to Anna's
embarrassment.

   "Daaad..." Anna pleaded with her dad to leave them alone, to no avail.

   "Anna, that reminds me, it's about time to baste the turkey, so stay
still until I can pull the flags out properly, if you move too much they'll
cause problems."

   Anna looked at her mother mortified, standing topless with her dad in
the room was bad enough even without having prepared her breasts like a
meal.  But now...  "Mooom!"

   "You'll just have to wait Anna, dinner comes before fun."
   The End