The skin was crisped just the way she liked it, slathered in a generous coating of what smelled like fish oil. She took a large, wet bite, rolling the...tender meat across her barbed tongue.“A fine selection,” she said, taking another bite as the crewman seemed to sag with relief.“Where do you hail from, boy?” she asked.“Todizka village, honored Admiral,” he replied.“Todizka,” she muttered, chewing as she considered. “That’s on the Western shore, if I’m not mistaken, not too far from the West. Horny and frustrated as she watched her son slam the door behind him, Ariel picked up his half finished plate of food and slammed it too the floor screaming "Fuck!" as it shattered and food went everywhere.Joseph had gotten some measure of relief from his all-night-long jerk off session, but he was concerned that his thoughts were locked onto images of sucking his mother's tits or her sucking him off while he was beating off. Worse still were the memories of eating and fucking his mother. When. Fast forward a dozen years or so, we have a family now, monotony reigns in our house (happiness was scarce), and in our bed (orgasms rare and far apart). Day to day life was boring. Of course, I had started masturbating to compensate. Our marital sex was not what it had been. Around that time, I got my second hint of naughty/nasty behavior. I was still completely oblivious to their meaning, but they were there. One precious night, we just had very pleasurable sex and each had an intense orgasm.. After that I stared at my creation. It was dark brown and the smell was very strong and intoxicating unlike anything I had experienced before.I had to make this shit into an idol. Thank god my school days craft class came in handy. I took the big piece in my hand and pressed the bottom to make it a little flat so that it could stand on its own. I took two small pieces and attached them like hands and the other two I fit like the idol was sitting cross legged. I took a pen and carved two slant.