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Subject: {ASSM} The Jones' Big Day, Part 1: Breakfast (MM/Ff, ds, tort, oral)
Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 23:10:04 -0500
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Please note, this is my first attempt at smut. Help and hints are
welcome, contempt and withering scorn are probably inevitable.

The Jones' Big Day
Part 1: Breakfast (MM/Ff, ds, tort, oral)

It was breakfast time at the Jones' house. Rob Jones enjoyed eggs
benedict and coffee while listening to the morning news report on the
radio. His son, Ricky, munched on cereal with headphones on. Beneath
the table came slurps and muffled grunts, as Rob's wife Laura and
their daughter Jane did their part to make breakfast more enjoyable.

Laura sucked on Ricky's cock with the loving care of a mother, cupping
her son's balls with one hand, crouched under the breakfast table on
her knees. Her hair was blonde, in a nostalgic Doris Day cut. A small
gold ring ran through the septum of her nose, and was attached to a
gold chain in her son's hand. Ricky didn't give her much slack, so
Laura was forced to keep her movements small and rapid. When she
occasionally slowed down, her son would give the chain a painful tug,
causing her to yip and redouble her efforts.

Jane went down on her father like a piledriver, her hands bracing
herself one his knees. Her hair was long, crimson, and pulled back
into a tight ponytail. Her father had his left hand wrapped around
Jane's hair, using his grip to impale his daughter's throat on his
cock. He kept her a slower pace than her mother, occasionally resting
her mouth at the base of his penis, his shaft down her throat and
blocking her airway. He enjoyed the throat spasms and frantic jerks
from his little fellatrix's head this would cause.

Eventually the eggs bendict and cereal, carefully prepared by Laura
before the two men of the house woke up, was finished. Rob and Ricky
leaned back with contented sighs, which was the signal for Laura and
Jane to finish up and bring them off. Mother and dughter increased
their speed and suction, milking and possible cum from their men like
the hungriest of newborn calves. These men, stated, relaxes, totally
at peace with the world, came. Laura greedily gulped down her son's
seed, then proceeded to throughly lick him clean, applying the same
care and attention she would to matting down a rigue cowlick if he was
younger. Jane, not able to breathe for the past minute of breakfast,
lost concisouness to the sensation of her father's cock throbbing in
her throat. She awoke gasping as her father held her limp body up by
her hair and calmly slapped her face until she came to. He let go of
her ponytail and she collapsed onto the kitchen floor, breathing
deeply.

Their breakfast done, the men turned down their prespective
entertainments and discussed the affairs of the day, such as what
Ricky was going to do this first Saturday after having gone back to
high school. Laura and Jane went to their bowls underneath the table
digging into their gruel laced, with important and nutrious vitamins,
drugs, and hormones. They dug into the meal with gusto, crouching on
all fours and planting their faces into the bowls. Good girls didn't
use their hands to eat.

"Well Jane, its about time we had your roasting. I was thinking the
day after tomorrow." Rob said, looking down affectionatley at his only
daughter. "Is there anyone special you'd like to invite?"

Jane looked up from her breakfast bowl, shocked. "But Daddyee," she
whined, "I don't wanna be roasted!"

"Muffin, I can't support your cut little ass forever," Rob said.
Jane's butt wriggle involuntairly at the compliment. "Now, you don't
have a job, so you can't pay me to take care of you. You aren't
married so you don't have a husband to take care of you. The only
other role you can usefully fufill in society is as meat.

Say, you don't have happen to have a boy on the side, do you? If you
got engaged, I might transfer your meat rights over to your husband to
be."

Jane shook her head glumly. At eighteen, she was much to old to expect
marriage. Most boys when they got married, choose girls were around
twelve or thirteen. This was so the husband could properly train the
girld to be his perfect wife. Even then, Jane reflected, wives only
lasted a few years before they wore out an were discarded. Laura was
Rob's fifth wife, and at 23 had lasted a lot longer than some others.
Like Jane's birth mother.

"But Daddy, what if I got a job? Then I'd be making you money, instead
of costing you money."

Rob leaned over slightly and idly started digging his fork into the
flesh of his daughter's ass.

"Hmmm. Do you reall think this liitle ass of yours could earn enough
money to make it worthwile keeping you around?"
Jane writhed as the tines of the fork pierced her skin and drew blood.

"Ah! Y-yes, I'm- Sweet Jesus!- s-sure, daddy. Please, please..."

Rob took the fork out of his daughter and wiped the blood on the small
of her back.

"Hmmm. All right. You have until the end of today to find a job that
will pay me enough to support you, If you do, you get to live another
few years. If you don't, we'll have a nice family supper with you as
the main course. Okay?"

Jane whined, "But Daddyee-"

"Listen to your father, dear." Laura said, lifting her head out of her
bowl, gruel running down her cheeks.

"Yes, mommy." Jane grumbled.

So, she had one day to find a job, or her family would slaughter and
cook her. It looked like today was going to be a big day.

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