Story - Thanksgiving in Reverse, Chapter 1 (2021) (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica) - Sex Stories

Story - Thanksgiving in Reverse, Chapter 1 (2021) (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica)

... sipped, her phone buzzed with an incoming text, it was from her mother.

“ready in 15” the text read. “finish ur shakes.”

It was almost showtime, time for her to finally find out what this Thankgiving tradition was all about.

She finished the last of her shakes just as a knock came at her bedroom door. Her stomach felt full and she could feel it slosh as she stood and walked to open the door.

Outside the door stood her grandmother Gina. Gina was made up perfectly and wore a bandanna top that barely covered her gargantuan breasts, along with a mini skirt similar to the one that Sindee wore.

Gina, like Sindee, looked hot in a slutty way.

Sindee had never felt any sexual feelings toward any family members except Cathy. But suddenly this version of her grandmother was stirring up feelings she wasn’t sure how to handle it.

Gina smiled, reading the emotions playing across Sindee’s face.

“Go with it,” her grandmother said, running a finger down her cleavage and winking. “It’ll be easier than fighting it.” She took Sindee’s hand and led her down the stairs to the kitchen. As they walked, Sindee let her eyes wander down her grandmother’s body. She thought about what it would be like to suck her tits, to fuck her, to fuck her GILF asshole. Her cock stirred under her skirt.

In the kitchen, the table had been removed and the entire tile floor cleared. The counters were covered with the bowls of food from the fridge, along with shakes and antacids.

On one side ...

... of the room, stood Marlene, Sindee’s mother. Marlene had a slightly more slender version of the mom bod Gina wore. She was wearing a tiny tube top and a miniskirt like what Sindee and Gina wore. Next to her stood her aunt, Cathy, in a bikini top and a similar mini skirt.

In the center of the room stood a chair, all alone.

Without much fanfare, Gina gestured to the food on the counter.

“Happy Thanksgiving!” she said. “Dig in.”

As if this was the moment everyone had been waiting for, Gina, Marlene, and Cathy all began shoveling food into their mouths from the bowls on the counter. There was no use of utensils like knives and spoons, instead they each just grabbed handfuls of rice, or pasta salad, or meat mixture, and shoved it into their mouths. Cramming it in as fast as they possibly could.

Sindee was shocked. Was this was this special Thanksgiving ritual was all about? Dressing up like a slut and eating like an animal? This was unexpected, and unacceptable.

“Wait,” she said, and everyone turned. “Is this all we are doing? Dressing up like whores and pouring food into our faces? What the fuck?”

“Oh, there’s more to it,” Gina said, around a mouthful of rice. “This is just the start.”

Her grandmother turned to her mother. “I told you she’d be resistant,” she said.

“She’ll come around,” Marlene said. She picked up a bowl of pasta and approached Sindee. “Eat up,” she said.

“What the fuck, mom,” Sindee said. “The enema was bad enough, but this is just ...