9. Family

Dinner was wonderful. V was an excellent cook even if she did keep her culinary secrets from everyone but Mum. Mum was positively glowing after the exhibition she and Dad had just put on earlier. She sat between Geoff and Billy doling out helpings. Phil was on Dan’s left and Veronica between him and Dad. According to Dad’s coin toss and Phil’s call (she was the youngest present) they were feeding to the left today which meant Dan got to feed Phil and Veronica fed him. Phil was being at least half grown up today so he wouldn’t be asked to chew her food for her or push it into her mouth with his tongue but she’d likely still manage to make a mess. Veronica, who would happily fuck in a bath of vomit, wouldn’t get so much as a crumb on her. Billy would end up licking food off Mum’s tits. Dad would make bad toasts and groan worthy jokes. These were their family rituals and it was great. Dan was surprised it took Phil as long as it did to comment on his lack of an erection. Typical of her to bring it up, as it were.

“I spent an hour over at the Power house this afternoon.”

“I hope you gave my regards to Marissa,” Mum chimed in. that was her way of suggesting that it was Marissa he had fucked.

“I did see her but only for a moment. She was comforting the new girl Molly asked me to check on. I think that’ll work out just fine though. Marissa is the best.”

“She is.” Mum nodded.

“Who did you fuck?” Billy asked straight out. He and Phil really were a match for one another.

“A volunteer called Emma came forward from the crowd and offered herself as the ritual sacrifice,” Dan said. “I could hardly refuse.”

“Huh, she must be good. She drained you properly,” Phil commented.

“She was good,” Dan said. “Anyway if she hadn’t been Stella would have finished me off in the shower afterwards.”

“I see.” Mum said, “So it was Emma for the main course and Stella for dessert. You just couldn’t wait for dinner time. Well I couldn’t either. What are we like?”

“A family of magnificent sluts.”

“That’s right Billy.” Geoff raised his glass. “To magnificent sluts.” It was his best toast of the evening and made Dan think how Molly and her Mum were getting on. They too were surely magnificent sluts and were probably making love to one another and maybe Tom as well by now. Suddenly he was hard again, in Veronica’s hand. She was pleased and fed him desert with her tongue. Phil lay in his lap licking his cock head and encouraging him to drool trifle into his lap and onto her face. She ate most of her desert off his dick with Billy’s fingers in her at the other end. His face was of course buried in Mum’s cleavage or her lap when she was feeding Dad very properly with a spoon. V ate out of Dad’s hand and yet never a speck of cream got where it should not.