What are you thankful for? This was the question they all had to answer as they went around the table at Thanksgiving. The whole family was sitting in the church getting ready for the funeral service. The old patriarch had finally bit the dust. It was a sad day, but a happy day too, because the old man was sure he was going to see Jesus.
“This may be inappropriate to say, but hey, you know me?” She whispered into her husbands ear. She was trying really hard not to cry and so was letting her mind wander around amusing itself while the pastor gave his speech. Afterwards while mingling through the crowd she got the idea. “I am thankful for my father-in-law’s cock!”
Her husband who could sometimes get a tight ass about her comments sighed heavily, like:”What else is she going to come up with?” She continued thinking about it.
“Seriously,” she remarked quietly to her sisters-in-law, “Don’t you think he had a good one? Because my old man is hung and I assume that bulge in your old man’s pants gives you a thrill?” She didn’t really expect an answer. Everyone in the family was almost used to her sordid comments by now.
She knew the truth anyway. She knew that her in-laws had enjoyed their marriage bed together for many decades and had participated in the old age version of Masters and Johnson. What they found out was that health concerns played a big role in the sexual activity of aging couples, but the desire for sex is still present for life.
Sex changes as the years progress, but most couples find a way to get it on. Sometimes it’s just a hug or a handshake or possibly some senseless grinding. The object becomes the physical affection that a human needs, and not necessarily coitus. There were modifications that were obvious, but she couldn’t imagine losing her desire – ever.
It was like that old question, “When does a person lose the desire for sex?”
Answer: “About two minutes after they die.” All the bitches say, “Yeah!” She glances at the male family jewels occasionally, not because she wants some of it. She is happy with what she’s got, and she’s pretty sure her sisters are happy too.
She wonders who has the biggest one? Would they all look the same? Are they all cut? or uncut? What about girth, length, stamina, and hardness? The oldest boy looks the most like his father, so they must be similar. But all the boys are probably similar. She decides that the old man must have had the biggest one. Definitely! Look at this wonderful family that his giant cock created.
When it is her turn to be thankful, she would state it unabashedly, “I am thankful for my father-in-law’s cock.” She feels her husband’s elbow admonishing her ribs. She ignores his warning looking around the table at her relatives. “Seriously, he must have had a good one! Just look at all the beautiful people in this family!”
They all laugh and lift their glasses, “To our big cocks!” the youngest boy chips in.
“To our big cocks!” everyone chimes in, “Huzzah!”
(First published 12/19/13)
