As she had done with Diane, Rose felt Lucas’ legs, arms, belly and chest. Although Sandy was his crush and he had been too little to see Rose in that way when she had used to sit for him, there was no denying that she was also very beautiful and having the young woman’s hands all over his naked body felt amazing! He wondered how many of his friends would be desperate to trade places with him in that moment if they knew, even if it came with the consequence of getting cooked and eaten! Just as with his sister, she was leaving his most intimate areas until last, the anticipation only serving to heighten then excitement. Eventually, the moment came.

“These are lovely and plump!” Rose complimented him, cupping his oyster pouch in her hand and squeezing just enough for her to be able to feel the sweetbreads inside but not enough to hurt. “Did Sandy explain how you’ll be cooked?” Lucas nodded. “Good! We’ll make sure some of the paste is in here too.” She smiled at him. “It will sting a bit but it’s so worth it! They’ll come out absolutely delicious! Now, what about this?” She closed her squeezed his erect boyhood at the base, middle and tip between finger and thumb then closed her warm, soft fist around it. This was too much for Lucas and he went off like a rocket in her hand. For a moment there was absolute silence, Rose’s eyes wide with surprise, Lucas’ with panic and the other two with a mixture of shock and amusement as the globule of sticky, white cream shot forth at high speed and hit Rose squarely on the cheek. The silence could not have lasted much more than a second, two or three at the absolute most, but for Lucas it seemed to last an eternity.

“Well,” Rose finally broke the silence, “at least you missed my eye!” She reached for a tissue from a nearby box and with that the tension was broking and everyone, even Lucas, burst into fits of giggles. “Will give you an injection of Permahard on the day,” she explained kindly as Lucas’ misbehaving boyhood began to wilt a little, although still remaining appetisingly engorged and thick, “and nobody will mind if you add a little extra glaze to the pastry! Anyway,” she smiled, “another top-quality piggy that I’m very proud to be serving up! Okay then,” she turned to her sister with a theatrical sigh, “I guess we’d better take a look at you too!” Giggling, Sandy swapped places with Lucas. “Plenty of ass meat to go around!” Rose observe dispassionately, handling her sister’s rump far more roughly than she had the children. “Not the best quality but I’ve seen worse. And nobody’s going home hungry from these thighs. Almost makes up for the lack or tits!” She reached up and gave Sandy’s perfectly reasonably-sized breasts a playful honk. From the expressions on both of their faces, the insults were clearly their typical sibling banter. “A little past your prime but you’ll do, I suppose!” she gave her sister a slap on the behind that was playful but never the less hard enough to leave a red mark.

“Yeah well at least I’m still edible!” Sandy stuck out her tongue. “Not like you who had to work in the kitchen because nobody wanted to eat your tough old-lady meat!” The sisters giggled again but the watching children could not help wondering if there was any element of truth in this. Whether Rose had once harboured, or perhaps still harboured thoughts of putting herself on the menu one day. Surely she was not really too old? Lucas remembered his friend Jeremy’s family had roasted his aunt for Christmas a couple of years back and she had to have been in her thirties at least, and Diane knew of at least three girls from her year at school who had been cooked with their mums. The Gingerbread chain itself might have a cut-off, they supposed, but if Rose did want to be meat, there would surely still be plenty of opportunities for her! On the other hand, perhaps it was not an idea that had ever interested her? Not everyone was born to be eaten, after all, which was for the best, they reasoned, since if everyone volunteered as meat, who would be left to do the cooking or to make new little meat-boys and girls or, for that matter, to eat them?

“Right!” Rose stood up and clapped her hands together. “Let’s go check out the area where you will be cooking!” She started walking towards the door where the children’s dad had been led, clearly assuming they would follow.

“Should we put our clothes back on?” Lucas asked a little nervously.

“Why?” Rose looked over her shoulder and frowned in confusion. That was the end of that discussion. In the restaurant, still a couple of hours from being open to the public yet, they found their dad sat at one of the bare tables, sipping coffee from a faux-rustic ceramic mug with a gold letter G on it in the same font as the sign outside and watching videos on his phone.


To be continued...