The next morning, as she usually did, Samantha came down for breakfast in her pyjamas. Since Josh had to leave for work a lot earlier than she did for school, she would normally come straight down so that they could all have breakfast together then go wash and get dressed once her dad had left.

“Don’t forget you’re picking me up from school this afternoon, Daddy!” she reminded him. “We’re going to test the oven!”

“As if I could forget!” Josh chuckled, brining his mug of coffee over to the table. “So,” he sat down and reached for one of the cereal boxes as Samantha poured herself a glass of orange juice, “last night we were talking about who we should invite. Mum made a list!”

“Of course she did!” Samantha giggled. Laura’s famous lists were something of a running joke within the family although both Josh and Samantha had to grudgingly admit that they could be very useful at times. “Can I see?” Not wanting it to be misplaced, Laura had put the notepad away in the kitchen drawer before going to bed. She quickly fetched it and passed it to her daughter then both she and her husband sat quietly, watching with interest as Samantha read through the list of names, watching carefully to see her reaction.

“Aww sweet idea, inviting Mrs Menzies!” she smiled approvingly. “Who’s Aaron?”

“Daddy’s friend from work.” Laura explained kindly. “He’s recently divorced and is worried how he’s going to make Christmas special for his daughter so we thought it might be nice to invite him to our special party?”

“It will be a feast to remember, for sure!” Samantha grinned proudly. “What about friend one and friend two?”

“We thought you might want to invite a couple of your friends along to get a taste of you.” Josh smiled. “If their parents don’t mind them being out for the day on Christmas. It’s your special day, after all!”

“Ooh yeah!” Samantha nodded enthusiastically. “Does it have to be two?”

“Not really,” Laura admitted, sipping her tea, “we just needed rough numbers. Obviously don’t go inviting the whole class but anything up to four or five should be fine. Or just one if you want to keep it special and intimate?”

“I’ll have a think.” Samantha nodded thoughtfully.

“Hope you don’t mind all those people seeing you naked?” Josh teased, testing the water for their invitation idea. In all the discussions about cooking their daughter for Christmas, the fact that she would need to be naked had never actually come up. Samantha had never been overly modest or prudish, never minding if one or other of her parents needed to come into the bathroom when she was in the bath or shower and happily sharing family changing cubicles with them at the pool when it was too busy for everyone to have their own but neither was she particularly an exhibitionist either. Even in their own back garden she always wore at least a bikini when she was sunbathing or cooling off in the paddling pool and, while she would sometimes roam the house in a towel after her showers, especially in the mornings when she needed clothes out of the dryer, she had never been one to wander around in her birthday suit.

Not sure what his daughter’s actual feelings were on the matter, Josh had thought through the scenario in bed the night before once Laura had fallen asleep and concluded that if Samantha felt too shy to bare all in front of the guests, she could remain clothed until it was time to go into the kitchen where it would presumably just be her and her mum preparing her. She could then undress in private without having to expose her young body to any of the guests. She would be served naked, of course, there was no getting around that, but he was fairly sure that by the time she was roasted golden brown and ready to carve, she would be past caring!

Of course if she did not want family and friends seeing her naked then the photograph they had thought up to make sure people knew what was being served at the party would prove trickier but he had thought about that too and realised if she was willing to be photographed in a bikini then, although his photoshop skills were at best described as reasonable, he could edit it out and put a filter over the picture to make her skin look brown and crispy which should hide most of the tell-tale marks of editing and convey their message well enough.

“Why would I mind that?” Samantha looked genuinely surprised by the question. “I’m meat! People have a right to see what they’re going to be eating, don’t they?” Her parents agreed they could not argue with this. The pre-teen listened with interest as Josh explained the idea for the invitations and the logic behind them, wanting to avoid any awkwardness or scenes if anyone should show up to the party only to then not be on board with the menu. “That’s an awesome idea!” Samantha grinned. “I love it!” She thought for a moment. “We’re going to see the oven after school, right? Well if you bring your camera, I bet we can use one of their roasting pans for me to pose in? What do you think?”

“Good idea!” Josh agreed but then looked a little hesitant. Understanding why, his wife put a reassuring hand on his arm.

“Don’t worry,” she smiled, “I looked up the rules while you were in the shower. Naked photos for the purposes of advertising, selling, promoting or celebrating the consumption of meat are perfectly legal. You just need to be able to demonstrate reasonable context if asked.”

“Well I can’t see that being a problem.” Josh conceded with a thoughtful nod. “What with the invitations, the hall booking and, well, Sam’s own word if it comes to that!”

“Oh Daddy!” Samantha burst into giggles. “We’re your worried about getting into trouble for having nudie pictures of me on your camera?” She stood up, ruffled his hair then kissed the top of his head. “You’re not gonna go all blushy when I take my clothes off, are you?” she teased then, as if to test him, pulled her baggy pyjama t-shirt over her head. While not the most athletic girl, Samantha was slim without being thin, her belly flat but soft and, although her chest bore only the first hints of what would one day be described as breasts, there was no denying that they were there. Nobody looking at the now-topless eleven year old could be in any doubt that she was a girl!

Dropping her top unceremoniously on the floor, Samantha wasted no time in pulling down her shorts revealing her smooth, hairless and deliciously plump vulva between thick, meaty thighs. She posed for a moment with her hands on her hips then turned around and wiggled her firm, round rump.

“What do you think?” she asked, turning back to her parents and noting with amusement that her dad was indeed blushing while her mum was chuckling, shaking her head both at the antics of her daughter and the embarrassment of her husband. “Good enough to eat?”

“Most definitely!” Laura grinned.

“Absolutely delicious, honey!” Josh smiled. “You’re making me hungry already!”

“Great!” Samantha beamed then bounced over and launched herself onto his lap, her arm around his neck. “I don’t want you being all shy and embarrassed when you’re cooking me, Daddy,” she kissed him affectionately on the cheeky, “so you’d better get used to seeing me like this!”

“Well it will be a hardship but I’m sure I’ll manage!” Josh chuckled, gulping down the last of his coffee before it went too cold. “The things I do for love, eh?”

“A hardship?” Samantha teased. “Is that what I’m feeling under your trousers? I thought you had an banana in your pocket!”

“No, he’s just pleased to see you!” Laura chuckled, finishing the old joke but also wanting to save her husband any further embarrassment for the time being. “Now go get ready for school! I know we’re going to be handing out pictures of you but I don’t think your teachers have made classes clothing optional yet!”

“Too bad!” Samantha giggled, giving her dad another quick kiss before getting up off his lap. “Although it might be a bit too cold for that anyway!” she admitted, looking out the kitchen window at the grey November sky. “I want to be a fresh turkey, not a frozen one!”

“Be off with you!” Laura chuckled, slapping her daughter playfully on her bare rump as she scurried off towards the stairs. “You okay?” she asked her husband with a raised eyebrow. “I’d get used to that if I were you, I suspect we’re going to see less and less clothes on her as we get towards the big day!” She reached under the table and stroked the bulge in his trousers. “Got time for me to help you out before you leave?” she asked, hearing the sound of the shower turning on upstairs and knowing they would have privacy for at least the next ten minutes.

“I think I can make time!” Josh answered.

“Good boy!” Laura tapped him on the end of his nose, “That’s the right answer!” Quickly, Josh stood up and got comfy leaning against the kitchen counter. Laura knelt in front of him and, smiling sensuously up at him, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. “My, my!” she exclaimed as she took his thick, throbbing erection in her hand, “someone really likes how his little girl looks in her birthday suit! Or maybe he’s just really excited for Christmas?” Josh did not say anything as his beautiful wife licked her warm lips and put them around the shaft of his manhood. He gripped the edge of the counter as she bobbed back and forth, caressing him expertly inside her mouth with her tongue, paying special attention to the tip. After only three minutes of this, Josh let out a groan of pleasure and Laura felt the hot, thick cream hit the back of her throat. Feeling very satisfied with herself, she quickly swallowed then greedily sucked the last drops from Josh’s incredibly sensitive tip.

“Feel better?” she asked brightly, standing up and kissing him and nonchalantly as if she had just handed him a cup of coffee, leaving him to pull up his own trousers. Josh nodded a little weakly, not quite ready to speak yet. “Good to know I’ve still got it,” Laura grinned teasingly, “but I think next time I’ll get Sammie to do it herself!”

To be continued...