Dolcett CA 3: Dolcett Mothers and Daughters at Play by Leo

Inspired by Rebecca.

Dolcett, CA, Housewives and Daughters at Play by Leo

SLAM!!!

Beth Adams looked up from her magazine. “Sally! Come in here young lady!” Sometimes it was so hard to be the single mother of three teenaged girls, even with a city stipend as a prize meat producer.

Just as she suspected. Sally bounced in - literally, the girl was growing quite a rack - the picture of blonde health and beauty, wearing only a pair of tennis shoes. “Now haven’t I told you, Miss, that you’re of legal age and really too old to be parading around showing your meat like some high school girl?”

“Aw, Mom,” Sally said in a disgusted tone, “everybody does it until they have to go off for college. I want to enjoy the summer.”

Beth continued, “And you’ve shaved your pussy, too! I know everyone wants to be daring. I did that myself occasionally when I was your age, but you aren’t on the menu anywhere, and you are really old enough to be in the lottery. It isn’t proper for you to pretend you’re meat, Sally, not unless your number is drawn. That’s the privilege of a woman who’s actually been called, and rightly so. Next time you go out of the house, I want you at least wearing a bikini.”

“Aw-w-w-w, Mom,” Sally cried, melodramatically flouncing into a pose that said she was really, really, really being abused by her tyrannical parent.

Beth studied the eighteen year old’s body for a moment, then an idea hit her. “Never mind, honey,” she said. “Wait right there. I have an idea.”

Rising from the living room couch, she leaned to yell up the stairs, “Randi, Mandi, strip and come down here. I want to look at you.”

When the twins came down the stairs naked, Beth lined up the three and gave them a careful looking over. “What’s this about, Mom?” Mandi asked.

Beth carefully scanned the nude bodies of her three daughters, noting meat development and, in Sally’s case, a really plump bare pubic mound. “Turn around girls,” she said absently. When they did, she looked at meat on the back, the plumpness of the three sets of nicely rounded high buttocks and the firm smooth thighs. In all, her daughters were beautiful and quite succulent. She did nice work, she told herself smugly.

“Girls,” Beth told them as they turned around to face her, “Aunt Doreen, Mrs. Collins, Mrs. Smith, and Miss Jones are coming over tomorrow night and bringing their daughters. We’re going to have an all girl barbecue. I think we might choose one of you for the meal.”

Squeals of joy. “Oh, Mom!” “Do you mean it?” “Wow!”

Beth made calming motions. “Now girls, calm down. We’re having a Girls’ Night Out here tomorrow night. The plan is to cook up someone’s daughter for the evening’s meal. If you’re lucky, girls, it might be one of you three, so get prepared. Even if you aren’t cooked, we can all have some fun.”

The next afternoon, Beth was bustling around, giving orders to her daughters to put the final touches on the house for the gathering. “Randi, are the good glasses on the table? Mandi, please make sure the vegetables are ready for when we start cooking. We’ll have plenty of time to prepare them once we get someone on to cook. Sally, get the olive oil out. We’ll need plenty for the strap-ons. I’m sure Mrs. Smith will be doing someone, or several someones, in the bottom again and it’s always good to have plenty of lubricant.”

“Speaking of that,” Randi said, “we’re ready, Mom. How about you?” She meant she and her sisters has shaved their pussies, taken deep enemas, and were nude, but Beth was still dressed.

“Oh, my, you’re right!” Beth was a bit flustered. How could she have forgotten to undress?

Throwing a flurry of orders behind her about setting out this and readying that, Beth raced up the stairs to her bedroom. A quick check made sure the bed was neatly made. Quite presentable for company to use.

Beth stripped and threw her dress and underwear in the laundry hamper, then took a moment to study her nude body in the full length mirror. Nearing forty, but still a great figure, she decided, round meat in the right spots, nice 34D breasts, tight waist even after four kids, and shapely legs. Turning around, she critically examined her ass in the mirror, and was satisfied with the soft smooth flesh of her full buttocks. Quite delicious, she decided, even if she couldn’t be cooked until Alice was of age or she got married again. She still felt irritated about Paul divorcing her and leaving her unfulfilled for so long, but that was water under the bridge. Maybe she’d try out for the Stepford Wives’ Association Mother-Daughter Picnic. The thought of one of the girls and herself on adjoining spits was enough to bring a tender tear to her eye. Such a heartwarming picture.

After a little meditation at what accessories she should have, Beth put on some dangling pearl earrings and a matching necklace, then slipped on her favorite pair of high heeled slippers. Hm. Needed something else. A trip to her bathroom produced a bottle of her favorite red food coloring, and she proceeded to carefully touch up her nipples. A careful brush through her hair, some mascara, some lipstick, and she was ready.

When she came back down, Sally whistled. “Boy, Mom, you look good enough to eat!” That was a high compliment in Dolcett.

Sally waved the bottle of olive oil. “Want me to fix you up? Mrs. Smith really likes your bottom, you know. Better be ready.”

Beth nodded and turned to present her bare ass. The girl was so sweet and caring, she thought as she felt the oily finger wriggle between her plump cheeks and far up her bottom hole. She didn’t have the heart to deny her. Besides, she DID know Jackie’s liking for her butt. Enjoying the wiggly finger up her rear end was fun, too.

The doorbell rang, and Beth gave a quick look around. Thank goodness, everything was ready!

It proved to be Jacqueline Smith and her two daughters. All three were nude and Jackie had a meat tag dangling from outer pussy lip. “Jackie!” Beth squealed as she hugged her friend. “Your number got drawn! How wonderful!”

Jackie hugged her in the usual manner, too, with a grab and shake of Beth’s meaty bare buttocks. “I want some of this ass before we get started,” she whispered in Beth’s ear. “I’ve been thinking about it all week and I won’t have many more chances.”

Beth smiled and nodded. This was part of every social occasion when they were together, after all. “Let me get things started, first dear.

“Ladies,” Beth announced once everyone had arrived, “the wine is there on the bar, so help yourselves. Jackie and I have something to do shortly, and I’m sure all of you have your little plans as well.”

Everyone laughed. They knew Jackie.

“I tell you what,” Beth continued, ” girls, you go in the kitchen and start producing some juice for the meat. We’ll need plenty of it, so get busy.”

With grins and a cloud of giggles, the daughters headed for the kitchen. Mandi took down four small stainless steel bowls and arranged them in a line on the floor. Four of the girls squatted over them while Randi and Sally knelt on the floor between them and began stimulating smooth hairless pussies, one in each hand. It wasn’t long before moans filled the room and juice started dripping into the bowls.

Doreen and Caroline Jones, the high school’s Performing Arts teacher, were carefully watching the girl juice collecting process. “They’re quite good,” Doreen said. “I think they’re a credit to your teaching.”

“Well,” Caroline replied, “Performing Arts covers more than how to play with a pussy, you know. There’s proper treatment of the penis and how to behave when you’re being cooked. We’ll use strap-ons to substitute for the real thing tonight, but I’ve never heard any of the boys complain about what the girls learned in my class.” She grinned at Doreen.

Another look at the succulent naked young women in the kitchen, happily engaged in various shenanigans. “All of these girls were very attentive during the meat performance portion of my course. I’ll be quite interested to see how one of them does when it’s real.”

Doreen looked speculatively at Caroline. “Speaking of real and pussy juice, Tammi and Christi over there are giving me ideas.” She pointed to where Christi Smith was bent over the kitchen island while Doreen’s daughter Tammi had her head buried just under Christi’s round bottom. “I think I’d like a taste of your juice. Care to bend over that chair in the living room and let me do a little nibbling?”

Caroline smiled knowingly and nodded.

Meanwhile, Beth had let Jackie talk her into kneeling up to the ottoman and laying her upper body across it. Beth felt the tip of the thick strap-on nuzzling between her plump deep buttocks, but a few stray thoughts were still uppermost. Finally, she decided to choose the meat girl after this little get-acquainted portion of the afternoon, then everyone could go back to playing while the girl cooked. As she felt the thick shaft penetrate her and start to slide deeper, Beth put aside her hostess worries. When the shaft started to pump in her bottom and Jackie’s hips slap her ass, there were other, more urgent concerns demanding her attention.

Both women were sated and a little enervated , Beth just lying on the ottoman, Jackie lying across her back, and the shaft still far up Beth’s ass when a young female voice asked, “Mom?”

Of course, both women looked up and Jackie straightened. Beth raised up on her elbows and cupped her chin in her fists. They stayed coupled because neither felt like breaking the comfortable linkage of Jackie’s shaft and Beth’s butt. It was Randi and Christi, Jackie’s daughter. “Which one of us do you want?” Jackie asked.

“You, actually, Mom,” Randi said. “Christi’s talking about going to Lake Havasu for Spring Break this year. I’d like to join her. The problem is, it would mean both of us have to drop out of consideration for dinner tonight.”

“This is the first I’ve heard of this,” Jackie commented.

Beth frowned slightly, but slowly squirmed her hips around the thick shaft in her ass. It sort of made her feel better and think clearer. “Dear, I’m really not sure about that. Why, I’ve heard so many stories about the place. With the wild parties that go on at Lake Havasu, you could get into any kind of trouble. I know I’d feel better if you were safely here where you would stay out of trouble and possibly become a block party barbecue, or even dinner tonight.”

Jackie had started to gently pump the shaft in Beth’s squirming ass. Evidently that was her means of helping herself think better. “Beth, let’s not be too hasty. I remember some of the shows I’ve seen about Spring Break, the way those girls have topless contests and the tiny bikinis they wear. It would be great education for Christi and Randi to see some fresh meat like that. They may even bring a couple home with them.”

Beth nodded, half her mind on her problem and half on her butt. “True. Girls, you’re both adults, after all, so all I can do is advise. I suggest we wait and see if one of you gets chosen for tonight’s meal, then talk about it again. I’m really not convinced it would be good for either of you, but I’m willing to keep an open mind. Is that acceptable?”

Both girls nodded with grins. Christi grabbed Randi’s hand. “C’mon, girl. We’ve still got some time to try out that wild vibrator before they choose tonight’s meat.”

As both girls scurried off, Jackie sighed, then pumped a little harder in Beth. “Well, at least they both paid attention in Performing Arts.”

A little later, Beth was contemplating the fact that she had a problem. Everyone was relaxed, standing around the living room and sipping wine while engaging in casual conversation. The place was positively packed with nude female flesh. The subject of the conversation was obvious, since a woman would occasionally reach over and stroke or jiggle something on the women, or women, to whom she was talking. Everyone was discussing the upcoming girl roast.

All well and good, but Beth had overlooked something important. It really wouldn’t be appropriate to have some kind of judging contest tonight, not when they were planning to cook one of the eight younger women in the group. Really, how could you expect a judge to be impartial when they were looking over their own daughter? Every mother would be tempted to choose their own daughter for the meal. Caroline Jones might make a good choice for judge, and that was Beth’s initial thought, but to do judging properly really needed a panel of two or three women. Besides, she really didn’t want to possibly offend one of the mothers, which might happen no matter who got chosen. If someone’s daughter was chosen for having excellent meat, that meant someone else’s daughter wasn’t, which hinted her meat wasn’t quite good enough. Not a good thing to have happen, Beth thought, especially since one of her own daughters would certainly win.

She noticed Joan Collins deep in conversation with Jackie Smith. To make a point, Joan reached around and jiggled one of Jackie’s nicely meaty buttocks. Too bad Jackie couldn’t be cooked tonight, Beth thought, after all, she’s already won the meat lottery…

The light bulb went off. “Ladies,” she announced, “we’ll shortly have our own meat lottery. Let me get some pencils and paper and something to draw from, and we’ll pick the name of tonight’s dinner.” Everyone cheered.

Now how to run the lottery?

Another light bulb.

Bustling to the den, Beth assembled a decorative biscuit tin that was suitably deep, a pen, and some sheets off a small note pad. She wrote the numbers from one to eight on the sheets, then dropped them into the container. Then she went into the kitchen and took down a bottle of barbecue sauce and a small brush.

Walking happily back to the living room, Beth took a moment to enjoy the sight that greeted her. Four shapely nude mature women in their thirties, and eight equally nude and quite beautiful girls in the eighteen to twenty age group. Of course, the younger women all had bare pussies as befitted a prospective meal, and they’d also been cleaned out. The girls were ready to cook no matter who was chosen. Talk about a dream menu! “Okay, girls, come over here and line up facing away from me. I need access to your bottoms.”

“That sounds like it has fun implications,” wisecracked Janet, Doreen’s daughter.

With only a little giggling and jostling, the eight did as Beth asked. It was a wonderful view, with the smooth backs, high firm buttocks, and shapely thighs of the girls presented for her viewing. Beth went down the line, painting a number between one and eight, in no particular order, on the right buttock of each girl with the brush and barbecue sauce. “I’ve put numbers on the girls, ladies,” she said, “but they aren’t in any order. We won’t know who won until they turn around.”

Beth, in high excitement, almost pranced around the line and back to the other four older women. Holding the container at eye level, she shook it some more to further mix up the numbers. “Now,” she said, “Caroline, will you draw the winner of tonight’s dinner lottery?”

Caroline reached up into the container, fished around, and emerged triumphantly with a single slip. She waved it around and, getting the nod from Beth, announced the lottery winner. “The winning number,” she said in a loud dramatic voice, “is number 6. All right, girls, show us your asses.”

Everyone, including the lottery contenders, clapped and cheered. Then the line of younger women turned around and there was number 6, right in the middle. Beth’s heart swelled with pride when she saw it was Sally! Oh, those marvelous thighs of hers would make wonderful cuts, and that plump pussy was so tasty looking. Of course, as the mother, she’d be the one to get it, too, but she resolved to share with Sally’s sisters. Mom and her two daughters eating the third daughter, Beth thought. A family dinner, so to speak.

Beautiful.

“Ladies, ladies,” Beth said as the congratulatory gaggle around Sally started to break up, “Now that dinner’s chosen, we really have to get to work.”

“Mom,” Randi said, “can we nibble on Sally’s pussy a little? Just for old times sake until we have to start preparing her?”

Sally looked at Beth imploringly. “Please? Janet Hopkins had the whole block party eat her out and you know how delicious and juicy she turned out. Orgasms are good for your meat, Mom.”

Beth considered for a moment, then nodded. “I assume everyone’s wanting a taste, including the older women? Yes? Well, OK, but I need some help in the kitchen getting things ready.”

Her sister Doreen spoke up. “Since Sally’s my niece, I think I ought to be assistant cook.” Beth nodded and Doreen went off to get aprons.

Beth looked at her daughter again. “Sally, why don’t you bend over the back of that chair and make yourself comfortable. Oh, and since Doreen and I have to get busy in the kitchen, we’ll go first.”

Later, Beth and Doreen were bustling around in the kitchen, nude except for aprons. Like Doreen, she’d pulled the top of hers between her breasts to leave them exposed. She always liked their natural swing and bobble when she was working in the kitchen.

Beth walked over to the dining room and leaned out the sliding glass doors. Sally was standing in a plastic kiddy pool full of oil as some of her giggling naked friends hand-covered her bare body with spiced olive oil. They were making sure every outside part of her body was covered, and everything reachable inside. A good time was being had by all. “Girls,” Beth called, “I need Sally in here as soon as you finish. Don’t forget to do up her hair so it won’t catch fire and strap her breasts together so they won’t flop.” Beth looked over at the barbecue pit, and saw that Jackie had things well in hand. Coals were lit and the pit would be ready when Sally was brought out, nicely spitted.

Soon enough, Sally was belly down on the big platter on the kitchen island, a plug in her butt to open her bottom hole, ready to be stuffed. Doreen brought over the big bowl of prepared stuffing, while Beth surveyed the task ahead of her and chatted with her daughter. “I do hope you’re excited about this, Sally,” she said. “This is quite an honor for a girl as young as you.”

“Oh, Mom,” Sally said with a dreamy smile, “I am SO ready! The only thing I’m going to miss is I was kind of hoping to get a piece of you when you were cooked.”

Beth smiled, the girl was so sweet. “I know, dear, but we can’t have everything. Hopefully one of your sisters will get to eat my prime filet. Speaking of which, yours looks delicious. I’m sure we’ll all enjoy it. Now hold still, please, let me take the plug out and I’m going to put all this stuffing up your ass.”

While Doreen held the girl’s mounds of bottom meat spread, Beth began to hand stuff her daughter’s ass, pushing the soft mixture as deep as possible than tamping it in with a thick long dowel. “Oooooh,” Sally moaned, “that thing feels like a wonderful butt-fuck!”

Beth nodded and smiled as she worked. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it, dear. Judging from how damp your pussy is getting, I’d say you were about ready to pop. Should I stroke you?”

Sally squirmed slightly, her eyes screwed shut and face contorted in the feeling of the upcoming orgasm. This one ought to be a dilly! “No, Mom, just keep stuffing me. I want to get off that way.”

“Certainly, dear.”

“Ohhhh-OOOOOOhh-oHHHHHH!”

Beth took a break and went to get some wine while Sally recovered. Filling her wine glass with white wine, she took a sip. Hm, needed something. A speculative study of three of the girls that happened to be chattering near her gave her an idea. She took a bar swizzle stick and walked over to Tammi. “Bend over slightly, dear,” she said, and stuck the swizzle stick far up the girl’s pussy when she complied, bringing a little yip from said pussy’s owner.

Beth went happily back to the kitchen stirring her wine with the flavored swizzle stick. A sip. Yep, just right.

Now it was time for the big event. “Sally, dear,” Beth said sweetly, “it’s time for your spitting. Up on your elbows and knees, young lady.”

Doreen walked over with a turkey baster full of melted butter. “Sally, this will lubricate the spit and make you even more flavorful, if that’s possible,” Doreen said, inserting the turkey baster deeply into the girl’s pussy before squeezing the bulb.

“Oh, that’s thick and long,” Sally moaned, then squealed as the warm liquid butter squirted into her insides.

“Not as thick and long as the spit, dear,” Beth said with a smile. “That’s coming next.”

By now, everyone was in the kitchen or in a position to watch. Of course, they all cheered. Beth and Doreen brought up step ladders to let them get at the right height, and Beth positioned the spit while Doreen steadied the long ventilated carbon shaft. Beth gently inserted the tip of the spit in Sally’s nicely presented pussy, moving it back and forth, pumping to induce an orgasm. When Sally’s gasps and moans signaled she’d hit the top, Beth started pushing in a firm, smooth motion.

Beth was an expert at spitting a woman. She proved it by pushing the point easily through her daughter’s body and right out her mouth with a sure, accurate motion.

Sally felt the point moving up through her and it was like nothing else she’d ever experienced. The drag of the pole over her excited clitoris and through her vagina continually set off rolling orgasms, even when she felt the shaft coming up her throat. It really didn’t hurt, she told herself with a bit of surprise, and now her highest expectations were fulfilled. She was not only food, but a whole roaster, the most prestigious form, reserved for only the most tasty women. She rolled her eyes down and saw the shaft moving further out her mouth and had another orgasm just from the idea she was now meat on a stick. Soon, she’d meet the inevitable destination of all Dolcett women - the barbecue.

Beth and Doreen carefully laid Sally back onto her belly, then went about the business of tying her arms to her sides and her legs to the spit. Then they seasoned her body with salt, pepper, and a little oregano. Once that was done, several extra hands helped shift the platter with the spitted girl onto a wheeled cart. Everyone went out to the back yard barbecue pit with Beth, Doreen, and the curvy soon to be roast following. As she pushed the cart out the sliding glass doors onto the patio, Beth called out happily, “Here’s eats!”

Sally’s spit was gently transported to the rotisserie and the machinery turned on so the girl began her rotation above the coals. Right now, she was on the upper spit stands and the coals were a little low, so she could enjoy the feeling of cooking for the maximum amount of time. After heat stroke got her, of course, they’d lower the spit and put in more charcoal so she could really begin to cook.

Beth thought Sally’s squirming oily curves simply beautiful. She hoped she and her daughters would look as good when their times came. Watching her glistening body as Sally rotated, Beth was filled with pride at her daughter. She was sure Sally was going to be quite succulent. She certainly was putting on a show now.

Sally, like every girl in Dolcett, wanted to put on the best possible performance on the spit. To that end, she concentrated on squirming a lot and pumping the spit, to discover performing wasn’t a problem. Pumping the spit simply gave her another orgasm and caused her to convulse and squirm more. She wasn’t even very aware when Doreen took a long handled dipper and poured more oil on her naked meat, but her mother’s basting brush did far more. Beth was brushing her bound breasts, her nipples, the backs of her thighs, her buttock crease where her cheeks joined her thighs, and her belly and pubis. When the soft bristles of the brush hit any of those places, she went as wild as any bound and spitted woman could do.

Doreen stopped for a moment, then took a deep shuddering breath and told Beth, “I’ve got to take a break, sis. Get someone to help you and I’ll let relieve you when I get back.”

Jackie Smith said, “Oh, both of you take off. Joan and I will spell you. Let the girls work on you two for a little bit. We’ll be fine.”

With that invitation, Beth and Doreen waved to the gaggle of younger women who were staring at Sally as she did her pole dance. Doreen grabbed a couple of the girls and tossed her apron aside as the three collapsed onto a nearby lounger. Beth didn’t even get that formal, she simply spread her legs and lifted her apron to let Christi get her head under it. Several of the girls came over and began stroking her, licking and sucking her nipples as another spread Beth’s buttocks and began to service her rear end. With the busy little tongues working away at both ends, not to mention the caressing hands and what was happening to her breasts, Beth was soon in erotic haze nearly as strong as Sally’s. Janet and Caroline went to help the pair working on Sally.

Sally was nearly out of the world at this point. She could feel the heat, the oil, that wonderful brush, and the pole through her body. She closed her eyes to concentrate, then noticed a wonderful smell in the air. It was the aroma of her cooking, and it was wonderful! Another massive orgasm took her as she realized she was cooking and smelled so delicious. Her mind fogged up and all she could feel was the heat, the brush, and one orgasm after another as she fucked the spit.

The women tending her hugely enjoyed their task until Sally slowly wound down. By the time she was still, Beth was back at the pit. “Let’s get her on the lower mounts, ladies,” she said. “She’ll really begin to cook then. Dinner will be ready in a few hours.”

Jackie was still bent over making the last adjustment on the rotisserie when she felt a soft hand patting her butt. “That’s done,” Beth said. “Now I owe you a return favor for that nice ass poking you gave me earlier. Go lie down on that settee and I’ll take care of it. Sally will be okay on her own for a while.”

Jackie scampered over to the settee, excited at all of the naked entwined women flesh around her, and lay on her stomach happily waiting for Beth to climb onto her back. She wasn’t disappointed, either. Both women had a hell of a ride.

They all ate on the long picnic table in the backyard, under the lawn torches in the beautiful California evening. As Beth passed the big platter piled with Sally’s meat, she speared a couple of inner thigh slices to go with the prime filet on her plate and poured on some of the au jus. Sally had really filled the catch pan with flavorful juices.

Beth savored the taste of Sally’s young tender flesh and saw everyone was equally enjoying eating her daughter’s meat. It was so wonderful when a mother and daughter could do things together, she thought. And cooking was so nice when it was a family affair.

This evening went very well, so far, Beth decided, and they hadn’t even used the beds yet. They certainly would later. Eyeing Doreen and Janet’s bare meat as they got up to get something from the buffet, Beth decided another Mother-Daughter Girls Night Out was certainly going to happen again soon.

Carving a piece of Sally’s prime filet, she chewed it with real enjoyment. So flavorful and juicy! Yes, they would cook up another of the girls next time. It was the least they could do for the sweet - and very tender - young things.

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Thank YOU, SC2. Check DGF for the followon story #4. Leo