I shivered slightly as the next guest let another blast of cold winter air inside. Mom, as the hostess of this block party, was meeting everyone at the door as they arrived and I had to stand next to her to help her stay upright.
"Oh thank goodness, we're here! I thought we were going to get lost just walking down the block in this blizzard," said the short, heavily pregnant Asian woman coming in.
"Welcome, Rima! So glad you could make it," Mom greeted one of her closest friends.
Rima brushed some snow off her bare, protruding belly before taking off her coat and adding it to the pile on the entryway table. This revealed that the coat and furry boots were the only things the woman had been wearing. I've always thought she was a bit odd, but sweet.
"And that wind! Gracious, I'm about frozen to the bone," continued the now naked woman. "Hi, Nicole. You're looking sexy tonight!"
Mom was totally naked, and I just had on a lacy white bikini and g-string. The heat radiating from Mom's body was keeping me warm on one side, but I still had goosebumps from the cold air.
"Well, you could try wearing clothes, Rima," Mom said dryly. "They do wonders for keeping you warm in weather like this."
"You know quite well that my normal clothes would never fit me in this condition." Rima patted her gravid belly. "And I simply refuse to make Grant buy me maternity clothes that will only fit me for a while. It would just be a waste of money, dear."
Her husband, Grant, came in, panting a little and stomped to get the snow off his boots. His big coat bulged in a way that puzzled me until he took it off, revealing his daughter, Sophie, clinging to him. She was also naked, and although Grant was fully clothed, it was pretty obvious that his cock was fully sheathed in his daughter's cunt.
Rima was still talking. "But, look at you, all naked, too. It looks to me like you've finally seen the light and given up wearing clothes when pregnant. Say, I thought you were due to pop a couple weeks ago."
Mom and Rima leaned in for a friendly kiss.
"Oh, I'm not pregnant; I pushed out those twins a month ago." Mom patted her own bulging belly happily. "This is actually the meatgirl chili we're having tonight."
I helped Mom turn around to show the electrical cord dangling from her ass like a tail.
"My lands!" cried Rima. "You're cooking yourself while walking around? What will they think of next?"
Mom laughed. "I know, I know. Shawn saw this roaming internal girl roaster and bought it on impulse. The girls gutted me through my ass and replaced my insides with the ingredients for the chili and a big heating element. I've been slow cooking chili in my belly all afternoon while I help set up for the party."
They kept gabbing about this modern marvel while I greeted Sophie.
"Hey, Soph. What are you doing wrapped around your dad like that?"
She sighed dreamily. "Oh, hi, Savannah. I'm Dad's cock sleeve for the evening. Mom is still upset that he accidentally knocked up some bimbo at a work party, so she wants his cock securely locked up so he can't forget and cheat on her again."
I snickered. "And you had to be totally naked in the dead of winter for that? You couldn't just wear those crotchless pants you like?"
Sophie rolled her eyes. "Ugh, no. I'm eight weeks pregnant, so Mom has forbidden me from wearing any clothes. For fucks sake, I'm not even showing yet."
"Language, young lady!" Rima scolded.
"Listen to your mother," Grant said absently, spanking her ass.
Sophie moaned into him. Grant kept his hand on her ass and gripped it firmly.
"Actually, baby, I need you to put your feet down," he said to her. "I can't keep carrying you like this all evening."
She whined, but unwrapped her legs from his waist and set her feet on the floor. She had to stay on tiptoes, but she was tall enough to be able to keep his cock fully inside her.
"Mmm, Nicole, I hope that chili is good and spicy," Rima was saying. "You know I don't care much for that mild soup so many people try to pass off as chili."
Rima was very proud of her mixed southern US and southeast Asian heritage and was well known in the neighborhood for her spicy food.
"Well, not everyone can handle the kind of spiciness that you and your family can," replied Mom with a smile. "But, don't worry, I think I've got something that will make everyone happy. The chili brewing in me now is mild enough for people who prefer it that way, but my womb is intact and is packed full of hot peppers. They are getting broken down into some pussy flavored hot sauce right now. Once we set aside some of the mild chili, we are going to cut open my womb and stir in all that capsaicin to bring it up to your tastes."
"Marvelous. Sounds really delicious, dear," Rima grinned.
"As a matter of fact," stated Mom, "I think I can feel some hot sauce dripping out of my pussy right now, if you'd like a sample."
"I'd love that, but if I get down on the floor with these quadruplets weighing me down, you might just as well snuff me where I sit, because I'm not sure I could get up again." Her eyes sparkled jokingly. "Still, I guess I could get a little taste."
The shorter woman placed a hand on Mom's shoulder to steady herself and reached her other hand into the hot, wet pussy. When she sucked the spicy juices from her fingers, she moaned.
"Ah, I always said your natural flavor would go great with some quality peppers. You are going to be delicious, Nicole!"
Rima turned and addressed me. "So, your old mother is finally snuffing it and leaving you as the lady of the house, hmm? I hope you aren't going to let Shawn be lonely in bed."
"Actually, Dad and I are getting married," I preened, holding up my hand to show Mom's engagement ring. "Mom proposed to me weeks ago while the three of us were fucking- excuse me, -making love. We've just been waiting for an excuse to snuff her to make way for me."
Sophie made an excited noise and bounced on her father's cock in celebration.
"Oh, how lovely!" Rima beamed. "So, that's why your outfit has a bridal look to it. I always think it's just so romantic when a mother passes her marriage down to her daughter."
Grant and Sophie added their congratulations and I got some heartfelt kisses from my friend and her mother. Grant slipped a hand under my bikini top and fondled me when Sophie kissed me, so I shot him a warm smile to thank him for the physical compliment. At that point, another couple arrived, so the three of them moved on in and mingled with the other guests.
Mom and I repeated similar conversations with each of the rest of the neighborhood as they trickled in. By the end, Mom was leaning on me pretty heavily.
"Oh, honey, I think I'm at my limit here. My stomach muscles are mostly cooked and I don't think I can stay upright any longer," she said breathily. "Help me over to the dinner table to lie down."
I half carried her as she stumbled over and laid down on the table. She let out a long sigh and a small burp. I giggled and kissed her.
"Mm, I can taste that chili already," I said. "You are going to be some great meatgirl chili, Mom."
"Thanks, dear," she said tiredly. "The manual for the internal roaster said my heart and lungs will start to cook faster now that I'm horizontal. Help Mommy get in one last orgasm, will you baby."
I didn't want to cook my fingers or tongue getting her off, so I grabbed the ladle and used the handle as a dildo. She was very horny, but some of her nerve endings were already gone, so it took quite a while to bring her to a shuddering orgasm.
"Beautiful."
Rima had come up beside me while I was focused on Mom. She cupped Mom's breast and felt her heartbeat.
"Looks like that wedding ring will be yours in a few minutes," she said to me. "You want to go get the groom?"
I smiled. "We aren't getting married the second she's gone, but yeah, I'll go tell Dad how the food is coming along."
Dad was busy talking sports with some of the other guys, but I got his attention long enough to update him.
"Hmm? Oh, yes, good," he said, kissing me distractedly. "We'll wait at least another half hour before we serve the meat, honey."
I got a little thrill at being treated like his wife, even if it was in such an offhand way. I floated back to the dining room in time to give my mother her final kiss.
When the time came, a small crowd gathered to see this novel cooking vessel get carved open. I was a bit nervous that the chili would just gush out when I made the first cut, but it mostly stayed inside. Once I had made a big enough opening, Rima helped me quickly scoop out about half of the steaming chili into a serving dish. This gave us room to get a big knife in far enough to mince the spice laden meat pocket and stir it into the remaining chili.
The smells this whole time were mouthwatering. Cooking the chili inside a meatgirl hadn't allowed much of the aroma to escape during the cooking process, but once I'd made that first cut it all flooded out. Some of the spicy oils from the peppers moved to the top while we stirred them in, making my eyes water, but that abated as it got mixed more evenly.
Dad announced that the food was ready and everybody lined up to get a bowl full. A lot of people tried a little of the spicy chili scoped straight from the meat pot, but nearly everyone decided it needed to be mixed with some of the mild to be fully enjoyed. I think Rima was the only one who exclusively ate from the spicy pot.
Naturally, everyone loved the chili. It's tough to go wrong when with a dish infused with the rich flavor of girl meat, after all. And seeing what a success the internal cooking device had been, I heard several people talking about getting one of their own.
After everyone had gotten their fill, Dad brought me to the living room and we stood where everyone could see us. I was blushing and grinning when he announced that I was his wife now. I had a short moment of panic when I realized I didn't have the wedding ring with me, but Rima handed it to me with a wink. After Dad slipped the ring on my finger, we kissed and everyone clapped. Then, my daddy/husband pulled off my bridal bikini and energetically consummated our union. This got another, rather polite round of clapping.
Dad and I had fucked plenty of times before, but doing it as his wife filled me with the most wonderful feeling. I was positively glowing for the rest of the party.
As she was helping me with the mostly raw leftover meat, Rima stopped to hug me and gave me a deep kiss.
"Thanks for a wonderful party, dear," she said. "I probably won't get out much more until I drop these girls, but we simply must get together and spend some quality time together."
She winked and squeezed my breast playfully.
"Of course, Rima," I said warmly. "I'd love that."
My husband and I waved as the last guests departed. Then he scooped me up and carried me off to our bed.
