After Dinner

John almost burst with pride as he ate his mother’s pussy, skilfully prepared to a new method that made it a surprisingly tender delicacy. Everyone agreed this year’s meat had been some of the finest they’d ever tasted, tender as a teenager, but with the rich flavour of the more mature meat-girl. The headmaster, who’d gorged himself with third helpings of Cecily’s rump, was now wishing he could go and lie down instead of giving his parting speech.

Even the guttural pie, always an uncertain treat, was enjoyed by the boys next day as they travelled home from school for the last time.