From: lstewart@watserv1.uwaterloo.ca (L. Stewart -- IS Office 1058)
Subject: boiled pork
Organization: University of Waterloo
Date: Tue, 15 Sep 1992 16:13:34 GMT

Tuesday went home for the weekend. She hadn't called her
folks as she wanted to surprise them. Her bus was held up on    
the highway and she arrived in town at about 9:30. Her city 
bus took a little less than forty minutes to carry her to the
familiar stop near her home. A short walk through her 
neighbourhood and she was at the front door. Although she had a 
key, she decided to ring the bell. There were lights on in the
living room. She exposed most of her teeth in her best smile.

Slowly the door swung open and the smile fell from her face.
There before her was her mother, still an attractive woman.
The look of shock on Tuesday's face was matched by her mother's.
There was mom clothed in nothing but a leather bodice and 
pumps. That wouldn't be too bad were it not for the pork roast
suspended by thin silver chains from mom's garter.

After a moment of silence Tuesday entered the family home.
Her father was tied to the couch in a posture that looked decidedly
uncomfortable. His knees and elbows were bound together and he was
kneeling with his chin extending over the edge of the couch.
Mom didn't really know what to say, neither did Tuesday.
Rather than fumble with explanations mom climbed up onto a
chair that stood at the end of the couch near dad's nose.
Mom then proceeded to swing her sumptuous hips back and forth.
The pendulous pork swung slowly at first and then picked up
momentum.

The roast soon was swinging above her father's head. After reaching
a consistent arc mom squatted lower and the meat impacted with dad's
face making a "THUP" sound. His jaws worked to grab the meat and after
several wet sounding slaps he caught hold. Tuesday had walked around
and behind her mother. There she began to understand at least part
of this odd behaviour. As dad tugged on the roast Tuesday could see
a large dildoe being levered into her mother's vagina. With each 
tug and release the action seemed to propel her parents into
fits of ecstacy. 

Slowly Tuesday unhooked the clasps on her school bag. She extracted
the little Minox camera she had received for Xmas and quickly
snapped off a series of compromising photos. Tuesday went to her room
to change into some going out clothes there she found her dresser
drawers in disarray. She broke out in a panic sweat. She spun on 
her heel and there in the middle of her bed was Tommy Tinker.
Tommy was the enormous stuffed tiger that dad had won for her at the
carnival. How could they have known? There was Tommy with Brutus
the twelve inch power hum strap on vibrator strapped on and 
glistening proudly in the moonlight.

Tuesday was quick to disrobe and fought the urge to straddle her
favourite companion. She decided to compromise and sat for a quick
poke before changing. She rode Tommy in a hurried frenzy, still 
somehow fearful of discovery although it was apparent that her 
secret was out. She achieved a rocking pace that sent her into 
a crashing wave of orgasm. As the spasms subsided she caught a
glimpse of herself in the mirror. A thin wash of pearled sweat
highlighted her fit and trim figure. She was a very attractive young
woman. 

Pulling on her tightest jeans she snuck down the stairs and past her
parents who were busily rigging a ping pong paddle to dad's erection.  
Not wishing to see the second act she detoured through the kitchen.
From the hook she grabbed the keys to the Volvo and stepped out into 
the garage. The car door opened and she got in. Pulling out of the
driveway she smiled agin to herself. No more buses. A picture
is worth a thousand words, or a second car. She made good time on
the way to the photo lab. 
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