Dinner with the boys

Dinner with the Boys
By
A.	Cannibal

F/b b/b incest oral cannibalism

Emma sighed as she walked though the market. Today they announced that the company she had worked 10 years was bankrupt and was going out of business. Everyone was told to pack up and leave. In good times Emma hardly had the money for food she was buying and now she wouldn’t have any income.
 Emma’s boys Scott 2, Tom 5, Steven 9 and James 11; it seemed to her that they were always hungry. It was tough being a single mother. Emma’s husband stormed out after a fight when Scott was 6 months old and she had never heard from again. Emma had been left with just the boys and the roof over their heads. Things would be better if she’d had a couple less kids, but she had no intention of killing them.
She continued shopping buying apples that were on sale.
 Back at home James was in charge of his brothers. The older brothers had a game that they liked to play with Tom. He liked playing it too because his little wee-wee always tingled.
 So when his mother left for a couple hours James gathered his brothers around. “Mom’s gone so let go Tom get out of your clothes. Steven you can play with Scott,” he snickered.
 James smiled at Scott and walked over to him taking his hand. Tom grinned happily as he pealed off his clothes. He loved playing this game. James found the string and tied his brother’s hands and feet. Tom was forced to hop to the kitchen and lay on a counter face up. James snickered, “I’m going to cook and eat you.”
 The 5 year old trembled in delight. In mock terror he said, “help, help my brother is a cannibal. He’s going to eat me somebody help me.”
 James got some teriyaki sauce and pouring a lot of the liquid over his little brother’s but in particular his cock. He loved the taste of Tom’s little boyhood.
James began to lick the sauce off him starting with his chest then down to his belly and finally the boy’s penis.
 He spent a few minutes sucking on that and driving his brother crazy.
“Now you’re your all tender and everything I think I’ll cook you,” James said as he got out a roasting pan.
 Tom screamed like he was scared but his dick gave him away. The throbbing member bounced with joy. Tom was trying to cum, even though he was way too young to have any sex juices yet.
 James crammed his brother into the roaster. “Ok turkey into the oven you go,” James said. He hefted the pan to the
oven and closed the door.
 Tom began jumping around, the best he could, in the roasting pan. James soon became excited and he pulled his pants down so he could rub himself. Like his bother he to was too young to cum, needing another year or so before the onset of puberty.
A naked Steven and Scott walked in and stood next to their big brother. They had been doing the same thing as their brother, which was sucking cocks.
 Scott stared wide eyed amazement at Tom in the oven. The naked 2 year olds right hand had found it way between his legs and was pulling on his baby cock. Scott didn’t know he was jerking off, let alone why he was doing it.
James nudged Steven and point with his head to the youngest brother and smiled.
 “Would you like to do that?” James asked his youngest sibling.
 He looked up at both his brothers and giggled but he shook his head “no.” Still he didn’t run away but just stood there watching Tom inside the oven while pulling on his own cock.
  All 3 were so engrossed in what was happing that they never heard their mother come in. Emma couldn’t figure out what was going on.
 Why were there 3 naked boy bottoms standing in front of the oven? She quietly snuck up to them to see what was going on.
 Emma saw what they were doing and grinned saying, “you know if you get the floor all sticky, you’ll all have to clean it up.”
 The 3 of them whirled around the older two blushing and hiding themselves. Scott was use to his mother seeing him naked, having not yet been potty trained yet and stood staring at his hand still holding himself.
 “Why are you standing in front of the oven jerking off and where is Tom?” Emma asked.
 The older two blushed again and said nothing, but Scott pointed to the oven.
 She looked over their shoulders at the oven. “Tom is in there, Scott?” his mother asked in disbelief.
 When all three nodded she rushed past the boys to the oven and opened it up. First thing Emma noticed that she wasn’t in any distress. Scott was in fact smiling until she went to pulled him out of the cold oven.
“No mommy I want to stay in here. I want to stay here and be cooked,” he cried.
Emma stood up with surprised and stared at him. “You’re not going to cook today so you can stay in there for a while long. I want to think on it. As for you three, as long as you’re quiet you can continue to play with yourselves.” She turned to leave but stopped to ask Steven, “Has the oven ever been on with your brother in there?”
He replied, “No he just pretends it’s on and bounces a lot.”
 Emma nodded, “alright then that means he doesn’t know what it really like to be cooked.”
 She reached over to the oven and switched it on. The temp was not high enough to actually cook Scott, but just enough hopefully make him reconsider.
 She left the boys playing in the kitchen while she got the got the groceries from the car. It wasn’t much mostly fruit and vegetables with a few cans. There was no meat, it being too expensive to buy now that she was out of work.
 As she put things away she noticed a delicious smell in the air. She looked around for the source but couldn’t find it until she checked the oven.
 Emma was shocked the smell was coming from Tom. He was still jumping around the best he could in there, but now there was a light sheen covering his body. For the first time she actually thought about cooking and eating Tom.
 Emma pulled him out the oven to his disappointment and the others. Untying her son she said, “That’s it for today boys. Now Tom do you still want to be cooked?”
 He smiled at his mother saying, “Yes mommy. More then anything else I want to be cooked.”
 Nodding Emma asked, “Any others want to become food? No? Well Tom I think we have a Christmas turkey after all.”
 He smiled while the others laugh at him. The others went to claim their clothing while Tom stayed put.
 He said, “Mommy, I think Scott would make a good turkey too.” She thought about it for a minute or so. If the younger two were gone there would be more food for everyone else.
  Also the older ones could then get work mowing lawns or perhaps a paper route. “Hmm you may be right. I’ll think about it. Now go clean up. Oh you might as well stay naked because your meat and meat doesn’t where clothing.”
 After he left Emma began to wonder about things, like how do you cook boys and how long it took? Emma realized she’d need help in this endeavor, but who?
 Then it came to her she had a friend, Samantha who was a self professed witch. She should know after all they supposedly ate children. She called the witch who was more than happy to share recipes. For Scott she recommended he be cooked alive in the oven as a lamb. Children under the age of 3 were always tender and juicy, like a lamb.
 As for Tom she said turkey was fine but a child that age was probably too big for a regular oven. Once she hung up the phone Emma thought back to her son in the oven. Tom did look rather cramped in the roasting pan as well as to oven.
 She’d figure out another way to roast him. All Emma really knew though was that Tom wanted it and she was willing do him. She looked outside into her yard to think.
 That was when Emma saw it she needed. There was an old bathtub out back where she grew a few vegetables and herbs. This time of year the tomatoes were gone, but the rosemary and dill plants were still full of leaves.
 That would spice up the turkey nicely. As for the lamb she also had a mint plant growing in the tub. There was a bubble top over the planter that kept the rabbits out.
 Emma thought it could be sealed turning it into outside oven. The next morning she picked the herbs and had the two older boys to clean out the dirt of the soon to be oven. Once it was washed out, did a trial run by putting Tom into the make shift oven. Emma thought he fit nicely inside it even with out being tied. With the help of the other boys they placed the lid over Tom.
 She nodded saying, “our Tom turkey will cook just fine in there. However we’ll need a lot of sticks to be placed around so he will cook.”
The boys laughed running off to find some wood. Emma decided she needed to taste her son. Pushing the lid back Emma licked her lips as she eyed the small penis.
It had been awhile since she’d tasted penis and Emma never thought she’d tasting one of her little boys.
A little voice in Emma’s head told her this was wrong. But her body betrayed her conscious by sending a tingle sensation to her pussy.
 As for Tom he couldn’t believe how much better his mom was at sucking him off then his brothers. She heard giggling coming from behind her. Emma turned to see the other boys had come back from collecting wood. She flushed a bright red saying, “ah, boys I see you have the wood. Just pile it under the tub.”
 James put his wood down and asked, “Did he taste good?” Emma flushed an even brighter red, but she nodded.
 Changing the subject she said, “Aright then get your brother out and take him to the kitchen. Put on the scale so I can see how long he’ll have to cook.”
 Steven took Tom’s hands while James grabbed his feet and they carried him into toward the kitchen. Tom loved the attention and giggle as he was carried off.
He was placed on the scale and Emma saw 48 lbs. She broke out paper and pencil to figure out how long to cook the 5 year old. “Looks like it’ll take about seven hours to fully cook you,” she said.
Emma looked at the three boys with her. Scott was still in the living room where she’d left him earlier watching TV.
  With a heavy sigh she said, “That’s a long time and I’d need to keep an eye on you while you cook Tom. Then there Scott I would have to do the same with him when he’s cooked. I don’t think I can cook you both on the same day.”
 All the boys frowned and moaned until Steven brighten suddenly saying excitedly, “Let’s cook him now, mom!” the other two grinned up at their mother who returned her smile.
 “Hmm, why not, he’s small enough to fit in the oven. Well what are you three waiting for bring him in and let get a weight. I’m getting hungry for roast boy,” Emma said.
 The boys all giggled as they headed into the living room to get their little brother. A struggling Scott was carry back to the kitchen and lay out on the counter in front of his mother.
 “Hi Scott, I here you like to play games with your brothers. Can I play too?” She asked.
 Her youngest son giggled and nodded his acceptance. She put Scott back on the floor and striped his clothing off leaving just his diaper on.
Emma put her son on the scale and it stopped at 34 lbs of raw squirming meat.
 She do the math once Scott was cooking but she thought 4 or 5 hrs should be enough time to cook the toddler. He was laid back on the counter and his diaper removed. It had yellow on one side and brown on the other and was fresh. Emma grabbed a washcloth to wipe his little bottom then thought better.
 “Boys you wash him. I’m going to pick some of the spices to flavor his meat. It was ten minutes later when Emma came back. She saw the boys were taking turns to sucking their littlest brother’s cock but they’d at least they had cleaned him.
 Scott was laughing happily so she decided to get things ready for cooking. Butter, twine and the roasting pan were placed on the table next to the fresh spices.
 “This is it if I’m going to actually start cooking my boys I’d better do it now before I lose my nerve,” she thought.
 With that Emma picked up the cooking and moved over to where the boys were playing. Tom was sucking Scott’s little cock keeping him occupied so he didn’t even realize that his hands were tied. It was same for his feet.
 “Tom you need to finish up now. I want to get him in the oven and we have other things before I can do that,” she said urgently.
 He took a couple more licks and released his brother. Emma chopped the butter into three parts and handed it to each of the boys telling them to rub it into Scott.
 The meat was practically purring as his three brothers rubbed butter all over his young body. With a little guidance from mom, Scott was soon buttered.
 As he was placed on his back in the roasting pan his 2 year old mind scene he was in danger. Unfortunately his brain was a little late because seconds later he was on the wrong side of the oven door.
 “Mommy let me out. It’s getting hot in here,” Scott cried. Emma felt a tug on her heart but reminded herself that she couldn’t keep 4 boys any longer. That Scott would be useless for several more years. No Scott would sever a much better purpose as meat for her and his brothers.
 Emma walked to the refrigerator and got out an apple. She couldn’t handle the screams coming from her baby. Opening the oven and pulling Scott out. “Mommy I don’t want to be cooked.”
Emma noticed how his body shined and her stomach growled. She answered, “Sorry honey but I have to roast you. We have no meat for dinner, except you.” Scott opened his mouth to scream and Emma use that time to shove the apple into her youngest son’s mouth. She basted him and shoved the meat back in. The boys quickly gather around the door to watch while Emma held back.
 It was bad enough to have to hear his now muffled screams but she couldn’t watch. That was until a half hour had gone by and she heard the three boys giggling.
 Emma had to peak. She had a clear view of Scott’s little cock twitching. It took several seconds for her to realize that her youngest son was in the middle of an orgasm. No, it couldn’t be. It was impossible for 2 year olds to get sexually excited, yet there he was trying to cum.
 Then his back arched and the sound of a long moan came. Scott back went slack and he was no more.
 Steven turned to his mother and started. “Mom why’s your hand down your pants?” Emma flushed a bright red.
 She hadn’t realized where her hand had gone. “Oh, um, I just had an itch that needed scratching.
 “All right dinner will be done in a few hours find something to do,” she said.
 A perfect roasted Scott was set before the remaining boys. Emma carved piece including the cock, which she reserved for herself, and placed it on plate for her boys.
 “Tom I hope you turn out as well tomorrow. You still want to do it don’t you?”
 Emma asked of the now youngest son as they ate. He gave a smile and nodded yes before grabbing another slice of Scott meat. When they left the table later the only things that identified the meat as Scott were hands, feet and head.
She put the remains in the fridge and she would to decide with them later.
That night she dreamt of dining on roast children not just boy but girls too and of all sizes. The next morning she knew that loosing her job wasn’t so bad. That she should open a children’s restaurant where children were to be the main course.
 Emma knew she’d have to think on that and she still she had to get though today.
 “Tom wake up it time to get you ready for cooking,” she said shaking the boy’s shoulder.
 He moan, “go away, and let me sleep 10 more minutes.” she pulled back the covers and saw his pajamas were on. Well he would need them anymore so she pulled them off.
 Tom was on his back and his small cock rising straight in to the air. Emma thought her son should be with a woman once before he was cooked. She mounted the boy and worked him inside her. Even with all of Tom inside he didn’t have enough equipment to satisfy her.
Still Emma road him and even manage a small orgasm. She then walked/dragged him to a shower for cleaning. Tom was now awake and she told him to empty himself, she hadn’t had to worry about Scott who did it automatically.
She left him to clean himself inside and out while she woke up the other two boys. They’d be disappointed if missed out on too much of the action.
 “Boys time to get up and cook your brother. Oh don’t worry about putting clothes on today you’ll only get them dirty.” The two of them snickered and climbed out of their beds. Both were already naked and Emma smiled. The cocks on these two might be able to satisfy her later.
  A little later Tom came out of the bathroom dripping water headed all the way to the kitchen.
“Good you look good and clean. Now are you’re sure you want to be cooked? This is your Last chance to back out, otherwise you will be prepared just like Scott was yesterday,” Emma said.
 Tom nodded, “I want to be cooked and eaten real bad.” She smiled it was obvious that he meant it when she looked between his legs. Tom’s cock stood straight out and was twitching.
 “James, Steven come here and wash your hands then you can grease the turkey,” she yelled to her oldest sons.
 She had them wait in the living room while she talked turkey to the turkey. But the boys came running as soon as they were called.
While they washed Emma helped the meat onto the counter. She handed each boy a stick of butter and told them to, “grease that pig.”
James and Steven enjoy applying the butter to their brother. Emma enjoyed watching the penises grow and swing. The only problem accrued was when they both wanted to butter Tom’s boyhood at the same time. She solved that problem by doing it herself. Emma grabbed him and stroked Tom’s cock with butter.
 She could feel his little member twitch and pulsate trying to expel something he didn’t have yet. After awhile she noticed the boys were just standing there looking at her with grins on their faces. Her face turned red.
 Emma was sure her boys knew what she was doing if not she would explain later. “Alright Tom I need make you look more like a turkey. Grab your ankles. Boys help your brother; the legs should go back toward his chest. Good hold them there while I get this twine around. There we are one Tom turkey ready to cook,” she said.
 All 3 boys laugh at their mother’s joke. She took another glance at all the cocks in the room. They were all ridged and pulsating as was Emma’s own sex. “Are you ready Tom? Alright then Steven, James can you take your brother, err, I mean the turkey and put in his oven.” They giggled and took the meat out the back. Emma walked beside them watching that certain part of a male anatomy swing on all her boys. Tom was placed inside the make shift oven. As Emma adjusted the turkey she said, “Oh you look a little cold. Well you won’t be in a few minutes. Boys if you’ll put the lid on I’ll start the fire and we can get our Tom here to cooking.”
 Soon the fire was roaring and her youngest was on his way to becoming a real turkey. Emma peer at the boy there was a huge smile and she could see his cock jerking madly. It was startling Tom was actually trying to cum.
 She looked at her other boys they too were jerking off. Then she looked between her own legs. Sure enough there was her hand it was down front of her jeans. Glancing at her watch she saw it had been about twenty minutes. To get her mind off of the itch between her legs and her roasting son she’d pluck a few herbs. Emma had the boys open the oven. Tom’s body was glistening but he had a smile on his face. “Are you enjoying yourself?” She received a large grin for an answer. Emma threw in the herbs be for continued, “This stuff will make you taste better when you’re eaten. Ok boys put the cover back over him again. Oh yeah, throw some more wood down there, the fire is dying out.”
 While they did that Emma ran back inside to get a few things like a brush to baste her son the meat. She also picked out a meat fork to test how well the meat was cooking. When she returned, the boys had stoked the fire and were back to playing with themselves. She smiled at Tom though lid he seemed to enjoy being cooked.
 A short time later Emma had the boys open the oven again. She noticed that Tom’s skin was turning red and he was breathing hard. The thing that got the most of her attention was the smell of roasting boy. All the sudden Emma was no longer worried about roasting her son.
 It was what he wanted then she would do her best to make him happy, besides Tom smelled really delicious.
 With a smack of her lips Emma said, “Your cooking is coming along fine. Now just let me baste you no one like a dried out turkey.” She covered him again and stood back to enjoy the show.
Tom saw the lid removed sometime later he’d changed his mind he no longer wanted to be cooked. He tried to tell his mother this but his voice no longer worked. He felt stabbing pains now as his mother pocked him. His mother told him, “your getting there turkey. Soon your skin will be golden brown and we’ll take you out and carve you up like the turkey you are.”
Then he was roasting again. Tom saw the lid came one last time and both Steven and James standing there. He saw the fork move to different spots as his oldest brother tested his meat. James was brushing something over his body, but it brought no relief.
 “Wow Tom you do look like a turkey now,” James said.
  Steven stood next to his nonmeat brother and told the turkey, “Mom says we get your split and eat your wee-wee. I hope it taste as good as when we had it yesterday.”
 Then his mother appeared saying, “bye Tom, thanks for volunteering. I think you make a wonderful turkey.” With that Tom saw the lid slide back into place.
 On the outside Emma, Steven and James saw his boyhood twitch franticly about for 30 seconds then stop as did his breathing.
 Tom the boy was no more in his place was Tom the turkey. The family felt a little sad about that, but it didn’t stop them from eating him later that day.
 As promised the “wee-wee” was slit lengthwise with each getting a peanut from the sack. His lower arms and legs were also devoured by his family. None them could agree as to who tasted better Scott or Tom. They did agree though that they wanted more of this type meat.
 His leftovers lasted 3 days which long enough for finger and toe food for when Emma invited Sam over.
 Emma talked about opening a specialty restaurant, while eating toes and fingers and sipping wine. “Mmm delicious snacks, I think you would make an excellent chef for a cannibal restaurant. Yes I think a cannibal diner would be great. I’ve been to a few them overseas and their extremely expensive but always full.”
 That was enough for Emma she would do it. She would open a restaurant specializing in kid cuisine for select costumers.

The End