Message-ID: <17643eli$9811300429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17643.txt> From: M Quayle <MrsPotatoe@gop.com> Subject: Late for Dinner -- chapters 6 & 7 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: anywhere@chx400.switch.Ch, usa@gop.com MIME-version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 8bit Content-type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <3661EDF1.3894E069@gop.com> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> WARNING! This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual Content. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author does not in any way condone similar behavior. If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state that prohibits such behavior, stop reading immediately!!! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< copyright 1998 by author Late for Dinner Chapter 6: The Hunters Return Grand Dad called again an hour later. He was really sorry, but he had a big government job come up at the last minute and he wouldn’t be able to schedule Kathy and Mommy until the family came for Thanksgiving. Kathy breathed a sigh of relief. She wouldn’t miss class after all, even though it meant giving up extra credit. The boys came up the drive around noon. The hunt had not gone well. “Man, it’s a mess out there,” Daddy yawned. “We tried out a half-dozen girls at the auction house, but none of them had what it takes. So we went over to poor town and did some trading with the natives. “Had us a good one, too, until Billy let down his guard,” Daddy said, swatting the back of the boy’s head. He was tired and dirty and not in the best of moods. “I’m sorry, Dad. How’d I know she was going to hang herself?” the boy pleaded. “Son, never let a slave girl out of your sight until she’s trained unless you tie her securely first. Anything else and you’re asking for trouble,” Daddy shook a tired finger in Billy’s face. “Sure left me cold,” Billy mumbled. “I told you you wouldn’t like it. They lose heat real quick once the muscles start stiffening up,” Daddy flopped exhausted into his easy chair. “Anyway, it’s just not respectful.” “You boys just quit it. These things happen,” Mommy soothed as she brought in cold drinks. “Now, get some rest and we’ll show home videos tonight.” “Hey, we haven’t done that in a while,” Daddy seemed to perk up. “Grand Dad sent a new copy of the ones he took on our honeymoon. The kids haven’t seen those.” “Oh, honey,” Mommy blushed, “they wouldn’t be interested in those old things.” “Sure they would,” Daddy motioned Kathy and Becky to him and pointed at his zipper. “You girls take care of that and I don’t want to feel any teeth this time.” “Smooth as silk, soft as velvet, Daddy,” the girls chirped in unison. Billy reached for Mommy, but Daddy put his foot down. “Son, you just did a dead woman. Now, go shower and use some soap before you do your mother.” “Yes sir,” the dejected boy mumbled and headed toward the bathroom. Mommy tried to hide her surprise, “why, thank you, dear.” Maybe Daddy was too easy going, Kathy thought. Grand Dad would never have let a little thing like necrophelia come between a boy and his mother. Late for Dinner Chapter 7: Home Videos Becky howled when Billy stuck her hand in the popcorn oil. “It’s hot enough, Mom,” Billy said. “Thanks, dear, now you two get settled in the living room, it’s almost show time.” “Okay, Mommy,” the pair scampered out of the kitchen. “Settle down, you two,” Kathy said as her siblings bounced onto the couch. “You sit on this, precious,” Daddy said as he guided Becky onto his lap. “It’s show time.” They all laughed watching Billy’s video of cousin Suzy and the German shepherd, but Kathy hid her face in embarrassment when Dad popped in the tape of her losing her virginity. On the screen, Daddy was impaling Mommy on a phallus-shaped bedpost when a blonde blur spun into the room. “Look at me, Mommy” on-screen Kathy shouted as she -- plop! -- hopped onto the matching post at the foot of her parents’ bed. The real-life Kathy blushed and peeked between her fingers as the family laughed at her futile attempts to disengage from the hardwood invader. “You should have told us you wanted to join us, precious,” on-screen Daddy chuckled, “and we’d have greased the pole for ya.” “We haven’t done that in a long time,” Mommy cooed in Daddy’s ear. “Would tonight be soon enough?” Daddy asked as Mommy snuggled close. “Me, too, Daddy?” Becky chirped hopefully. “Not tonight, precious. Mommy and I need some quality-time. You and Kathy can spend the night with Billy in the playroom.” Billy perked up. “Alright, we can play hangman!” “Not without adult supervision, young man,” Mommy corrected. “And no branding irons, either.” “Oh-kay, Mom, what ever you say,” Billy mumbled in obvious disappointment. The next video was one Grand Dad had sent. It showed an innocent-looking young blonde girl in a plaid skirt and white blouse being made to kneel and bare her bottom before two men with whips. “That’s Daddy and Billy and Kathy!” Becky shouted in recognition. “No, honey, that’s me with Daddy and Grand Dad,” Mommy corrected. “They’d just brought me home from the auction.” “Wow, Mommy, you were really young.” “I was, Becky, a year younger than you.” “Wow.” On screen, the girl pleaded as the older man tied her hands to a post and the younger one positioned himself behind her. “Please, no! I’m going to be a nun” she gasped as her begging turned to screams and her narrow rear passage welcomed its first visitor. “And you still hurt just as much today,” Mommy whispered as she kissed Daddy’s cheek. “It was so sweet of Grand Dad to send these.” “It sure was,” Daddy said as he lifted Becky off his shaft. He stood and shot his seed onto Mommy’s beaming face. “Okay, kids, show time’s over. Billy, you and the girls clean up this mess then go down stairs. Your mother has a date with a bedpost.” “Daddy,” Kathy asked. “Would it be okay if I just went out and walked the streets for a while. I’m feeling kind of cooped up tonight.” “Sure, sweetheart, but don’t ask anyone for money,” Daddy cautioned, patting his daugher’s head. “We wouldn’t want to jeprodize your amateur status before your elegibility runs out.” “Okay, Daddy. I’ll be home by noon,” Kathy said excitedly as she pealed off her mini-dress and stood proudly in her stockings, garterbelt and heels. “You look lovely, dear. Just remember to do what your told, no matter what. I don’t want to have to get you from the police station just because you’ve refused to get into someone’s car or to do something you don’t like.” “Yes, Mommy, I’ll remember” said Kathy with a twinkle in her eye. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>