Thanksgiving In Reverse - S01 E03

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Thanksgiving In Reverse - S01 E03

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Why was she being dressed this way? Would the others be dressed like this too? What was this all about?

Cathy had also left three bottles of a nutrition shake in the bedroom as well with instructions that Sindee was to drink all three.

Sindee sipped the first shake and wandered to the window, hoping that Cathy might have left her curtains open again, but no such luck. She shrugged, gulped down the rest of the first shake and reached for the second. As she 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 Why was she being dressed this way? Would the others be dressed like this too? What was this all about?

Cathy had also left three bottles of a nutrition shake in the bedroom as well with instructions that Sindee was to drink all three.

Sindee sipped the first shake and wandered to the window, hoping that Cathy might have left her curtains open again, but no such luck. She shrugged, gulped down the rest of the first shake and reached for the second. As she 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 too weird. I'm going back to my room."

Sindee turned, but her mother snatched her hair and pulled her back, pushing her into the chair that sat at the center of the room. Her grandmother moved and stood over her, her oversized bandanna barely containing her breasts.

"If you won't eat, we'll feed you," Gina said.

Gina had poured enough food and shake down her gullet that her stomach was distended. She undid the tie at the back of her bandanna top and let it fall to the ground. Her large, pendulous, freckled tits swung free, the wide aureoles hanging slightly downwards. She unzipped her miniskirt and pushed it down, standing in front of Sindee in just her thong.

The feelings about her grandmother and about her mother as well now that she saw her all sexied up were so confusing. Her grandmother's breasts looked so delicious, so inviting. And her thong barely covered the thick lobes that hung down between her legs. But this was incest, wasn't it? Wasn't that wrong?

And what about this strange food orgy? And why had she been forced down into the chair like this. This whole situation was fucked up.

She was about to open her mouth and tell Gina to leave her alone, when Cathy snapped Sindee's head back. Over her, Gina leaned forward and stuck three fingers into her own mouth, tickling the back of her throat

Marlene straddled Sindee and sat on her lap. Sindee could feel her mother's pussy pressed against her own cock that was, inexplicably, coming to attention. This was not what she wanted. She was feeling constricted, restrained, forced into something she wasn't sure she wanted. But she was also feeling strangely aroused.

Sindee tried to stand and pull away, but her mother and aunt held her fast. Over her, her grandmother shoved her fingers in and out of her throat until suddenly she made a retching sound and a thick mixture of bile, slime, pasta and shake shot out of her mouth and straight into Sindee's mouth.

Sindee swore, coughed, and spit the nasty fluid out of her mouth, covering Marlene's face and chest. Sindee's mother collected the vomit in her hands and pushed it up to Sindee's mouth, but Sindee kept her lips tightly closed.

Her grandmother, not one to be denied, squeezed Sindee's nose, forcing her to open her mouth. Immediately, Marlene shoved the noxious mixture in and ordered Sindee to swallow.

Sindee wanted to vomit, but she did as she was told, chewing on her grandmother's puke, and swallowing it, forcing it past a gag reflex that threatened to eject it, along with the contents of Sindee's stomach.

Above her, Gina had begun poking her throat again.