Whatever else you might say about Ma, she sure could cook. Felicity could hardly shovel the food into her mouth fast enough. Jason sat with a huge plate of biscuits smothered in gravy, his fork flying. True country fare, the biscuits were as fluffy as clouds, and the gravy was made with pan drippings from copious amounts of homemade sausage, crumbled and browned. You might have put pure cholesterol into an IV and dripped it directly into their veins. But man, oh man, did it taste good, and after that workout, they'd earned it.
The "girls" had also clustered around the table for their own meal. They'd put their nighties back on, but feminine pulchritude was on display everywhere. The estrogen flowed like honey, congealing the entire gathering into giggles and oooh-aaahs of satisfaction. Arms draped over Jason, and breasts rubbed up against his arms, but he kept his face down and went right on eating. He might be a guy, but he wasn't stupid.
Felicity came up for air long enough to wipe her napkin over her face and take a swig of coffee. "Ma, this is great. Do you all eat like this everyday?"
"Pretty much," Ma answered. "Wait until you try my fried chicken."
Felicity held up a hand. "Thanks, but I'm stuffed."
"Oh, I didn't mean right now, honey," Ma said. "It's only daybreak. We'll have chicken for dinner."
Jason's eyes twinkled. With the promise of fried chicken and all the adoring females around him, he must have figured he'd landed in heaven. Too bad for him they couldn't stay.
"That's sweet of you to invite us, but we'd better be going," Felicity said.
"You don't want to leave us," Ma said. "Trust me on that."
Ma's expression widened into the smile of a cat that had just eaten the canary and washed it down with some liver pate and caviar. Clearly, Ma had left something out of her story.
"We did everything you demanded," Felicity said. "We satisfied all your girls."
"That you did. Done a right fine job of it, too." Ma's grin didn't diminish in the least.
Okaaaaay, this was starting to get weird. "We can go then, right?"
"Y'always could. I ain't got no cartridges in this shotgun." To emphasize the point, Ma broke the gun open, and no ammunition fell out. The girls found that funny and broke into more giggles.
Jason straightened, obviously finally figuring out more was going on here than great sex and high calorie food. "You mean we did all that for nothing?
"Well, now, I wouldn't say that. You had fun with my girls, and I'm feeding you good," Ma said.
SueEsther brushed her huge boobs against Jason's arm and ran the tip of her finger around his ear. "We had fun, didn't we, sugarplum?"
"You bet we did." MinniePat leaned into his other side. "Right, lambchop?"
The two hovered over Jason as if they were ready for seconds. George just rolled her eyes, even though she'd had her own go at him only moments before.
"It was my honor and pleasure, ladies," he said. "But Wonderslut and I have work to do."
"We are free to go, aren't we?" Felicity said.
"If you want," Ma said.
Before Felicity had a chance to make sense of that remark, the front door opened, letting in a few rays of early morning light. A man entered.
"Ma," he called. "I'm home."
He went to the kitchen counter, plopped a couple of biscuits down on a plate, and slathered them with gravy from the pan on the stove. He stopped by Ma long enough to plant an innocent peck on her cheek before taking a seat at the table and diving into his food.
"Harry," the girls cooed. Pearlene and RayAnne moved to him, lavishing him with their attentions. SueEsther remained with Jason, her breasts still plastered up against him.
"Who's he?" Felicity asked. He clearly wasn't one of Ma's children unless the girls took love of family to a pretty kinky level.
"He's our very first visitor," Ma said. "How long has it been, Harry?"
Harry stopped chewing long enough to furrow his brow in thought. "Must be over a year now."
Whoa. Wait a minute. A sinking feeling settled into Felicity's stomach. "Did you get Harry the same way you got us?"
"A-yep," Ma answered.
"And he's been here over a year?" Jason asked.
"Best food on the planet." Harry lifted his fork in a toast. "Once you've eaten at Ma's, you don't want to go anywhere else."
"I put something special in it so my visitors don't want to leave."
Felicity studied Harry a bit more closely. He was dressed in ordinary enough clothes - khaki slacks and casual shirt. He'd appeared normal, too, but now, she could detect a certain glassiness in his gaze and a loose smile that suggested intoxication. She took a sniff of her own food and didn't detect anything off, but drugs didn't normally smell.
Ma cackled. "You figured it out."
"You doctored this," Felicity said.
"A few herbs from the woods and a special kind of moss." Ma grinned her grin again. "My own ma was a witchy woman and taught me."
Jason had attacked his food again, and Felicity slapped him on the arm. "Stop that."
He glanced up, and his own eyes had glazed over. "Huh?"
"It's drugged." It was pointless to stop him now. He'd done everything but lick his plate clean, and she'd demolished a lot of biscuits and gravy herself. The room grew a bit fuzzy in the corners, and Felicity's muscles relaxed. Whatever Ma had put in the food had gotten to her, too. And if she wasn't mistaken, Ma might have added a bit of aphrodisiac in there. Yes, her pussy got a very distinct and insistent tingle. Oh, great.
All of a sudden, Harry started to look good. He had brown eyes sloped downward at the corners. Sad eyes. Bedroom eyes. The kind that made you want to put his head on your shoulder and say "There, there" about a dozen times until he got the message and snuggled up nice and close.
She put her elbow on the table in his direction and rested her chin in her hand. "Say, Harry, what line of work are you in?"
He gave her a lazy smile. "Truck bed lining."
"Isn't that interesting," she said. "So you work on pick-up trucks."
"Sure do," he said. "You got to protect the bed. You don't want a lot of freight shifting around in the back and damaging your truck."
Felicity had had some weight sliding around in her back, but then she'd started working out. There was still some weight there, but it was tight enough to bounce a quarter off.
"But you come back here to visit Ma and her girls."
"Whatever chance I get," Harry answered.
"Maybe you'd like a woman for a change," Felicity said. "Maybe you'd like Wonderslut."
Harry's eyes widened, and if ears could truly perk, his did. "You're Wonderslut?"
"The one and only."
He took in her clothing...the now very rumpled and maybe a bit torn French maid's costume. "That's not how Wonderslut dresses."
"My usual clothes are in the Slutmobile," she said. "You passed it on the way in."
He whistled between his teeth. "Hot damn. That really was a Maserati?”
“Sure was. Want to take a ride?” She wiggled her eyebrows at him to make sure he understood what kind of ride she was talking about.
“Uh, Felicity?” Jason said from somewhere behind her. “Shouldn’t we be going?”
“Eat some more gravy,” she said without taking her eyes off Harry.
“But you told me to stop.”
“Since when do you do what I tell you?” she said. “And diddle SueEsther a bit. That’ll keep you busy.”
Based on the giggles that came from that direction, SueEsther liked that idea. A lot.
Felicity rose and held her hand out to Harry. "Let's go outside, and you can tell me about lining my bed."
Harry squeezed her fingers in his and stood. "Maseratis don't have beds."
"I wouldn't count on that."
Ma cackled again as they left the shack. A few minutes and several forkfuls of Ma's cooking earlier that would have sounded threatening. But Ma was a sweet, old thing when you got to know her. Or something like that.
Felicity led Harry to the Slutmobile, and he let out a low whistle of approval. "Nice paint job."
"Thanks. I had it done to match my nails." Of course, her manicure had taken a beating with all the messing around she'd been doing.
"A couple of your tires could use some air."
"Would you inflate my tires?" She put her arms around Harry's neck and pressed her body against him everywhere. "I'd really like it if you'd blow them all up."
With the right inflection, you could make everything sound dirty. In a minute, she'd be talking about manifolds and cam shafts and making herself purr like the Maserati's fine engine.
"Or maybe I could blow you, instead," she said.
If Harry's eyes had been glazed before, they nearly crossed with pleasure at the prospect of some oral sex and from Wonderslut, no less. So, he didn't hesitate when she opened the door to the passenger side of the Slutmobile...she wasn't about to work with the steering wheel pressing into her back...but slid right on in. With Jason's long legs, the seat was all the way back, and she managed to climb in on top of him.
Okay, now this was going to present a challenge because, although she was sitting nicely on top of him with her boobs pressed into his face, that was no good position for getting her face into his lap. By slithering and squishing herself backward, she succeeded in fitting into the foot well. Nice trick to remember if she ever needed to make herself invisible while out on a job, but she'd probably end up with a kink in her neck for her trouble. At least, now Harry's pelvis lay right within her line of sight, and she could enjoy the outline of a very nice erection pressing against his slacks.
When she unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, he let out a low groan of pleasure. Very gratifying. When she circled the head with her tongue, he sighed and rested his head back, closing his eyes. When she slid her lips along his shaft, taking most of his hardness into her mouth, he sucked in a breath.
"Shit, you're good," he said as he rested his hand on the top of her head.
She gave his hard-on a good loving. Ma’s witchy weeds had real magic in them, because he swelled even larger as she worked. An effect almost as large as she could have managed with her Slutray. As soon as her mind cleared, she’d have to have a talk with Ma and find out where she could get some of that moss.
But back to the matter at hand. Harry’s pretty and, by now, pretty large erection. In the light of early morning, it had turned the livid color of near-climax. If she was going to get any benefit out of this “ride,” she’d better use his gear shift for a joy stick and send them both into high gear.
The crotch-less-ness of the maid’s costume came in handy as Felicity unschrunched herself out of the foot well. Her thighs trembled, and not from passion but from the effort of getting herself into that position and back out. Her back rebelled when she tried to straighten, but eventually, she rose over the seat and Harry. Now, she could finally spread her legs and lowered herself onto his erection. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah!
Will Felicity finally satisfy her cravings long enough to collect Jason and get back to the Slutgrotto? Or will our two heroes find themselves in a constant cycle of Ma’s cooking and sex? Would that be a bad thing?
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