The Ol' In And Out
Patricia flopped onto the bed, equipped with her noise-canceling headphones, her man-shaped dildo in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. Carol's bachelorette party left her drunk, horny and a little jealous, but she wasn't intending to go to bed unfulfilled. If she had perhaps a little less to drink, or was paying more attention, she might have realized the dildo she was smearing lubrication was in fact her unconscious, miniaturized son. Instead she leaned back in the bed, sighed and lowered her little man to her most private of places...
Billy's ears were ringing as he was slowly coming back to his senses. He was hanging upside-down, his arms pinned to his sides by a tight vice and sputtering as a warm mass slathered his face in some sort of strange, slick gunk. The strange pad moved away and he gasped at the sight before him. His mountain of a mother loomed ahead, and he watched as the hand that just coated him in this strange bitter grease began to work one of her increasingly-erect nipples through her nightgown.
Her eyes were closed, and Billy could make out the tinny sound of music playing from the headphones atop her head. Dread began to fill his soul as he remembered the drawer he was trapped in, specifically the man-shaped dildo that was in there. Does she think I'm...?! Oh god no! Billy's mind was racing with alarm.
“MOM! LET GO! HELP!!” Billy began screaming and squirming for all he was worth, but Patricia's grip was far too strong for his tiny muscles. She showed no sign of hearing his cries, his voice simply wasn't loud enough to penetrate the noise-canceling headphones. “MOM IT'S ME! DON'T DO IT! DON'T--”
WHAM!
Before Billy could finish his sentence he suddenly found his face slammed into a firm, sticky node of flesh, making him see stars. The pressure bore down on him further, threatening to snap his neck. He muttered something unintelligible as he felt himself dragged across this new surface. Tears began to flow freely from the poor boy's eyes, mixing into the lubricant and flowing juices below.
Patricia's leaned back further into the pillow as she massaged her clit with the toy's head. With her eyes closed, she could imagine the dildo was a real tiny person, and the alcohol swirling about in her head almost made it feel like it was moving. She imagined her bastard of an ex-husband in her grasp, struggling against her and bit her lip. The fantasy alone got her going and she couldn't help but let out a moan.
“MMMMMMMMM”
Billy cried as the sound of his mom's pleasure quaked above. She thankfully pried his face from her clit, but quickly began dragging him across her labia before he could breathe. He began to quiver and convulse as his oxygen left him.
Patricia opened her eyes for a moment as she made herself comfortable. Billy's now weakened, immobile form did nothing to alarm her of the atrocity was unwittingly committing and she continued the assault. She worked her toy against her outer lips while using her free hand to work her clit, almost in pain from the pleasure.
“MMMMMMYES.”
Billy sputtered and gasped as he was pulled from the gigantic swollen, rosy lips. He was now full on sobbing. If he didn't do something soon he was afraid he'd be killed. The boy continued to try to alarm his mother of what was happening. Her response was to mercilessly drive his head into the sealed vaginal lips. The lube and fluids gushing everywhere did their job, and Billy let out a yelp as he was forced past the gates into a searing, pulsating oven.
“Oh fuck!”
Patricia covered her mouth in surprise, she didn't want to kids to hear. But for some reason her toy just felt really good tonight. She turned it around inside her, relishing the feel of its grooves and crevices against her inner walls.
Billy gasped as he suddenly felt himself yanked out of the oozing tunnel. Completely drenched with slime, he let out an unholy scream at the sheer terror of what he just experienced, his mind coming apart at the seams. His inelegant babbling went unnoticed by his mom and she ruthlessly shoved him back in for me.
“FUCK ME...”
The coarse words pierced through Billy's brain as his head was pushed through layers of slick flesh, before being yanked back up. He was once again pulled out of the horrid maw of his mother's vagina, getting just a glimpse of her painted nails working the clit, before he was dunked back in. And the process repeated.
In and out. In and out. Eventually, the hand moved up his body, holding him by his legs as he felt himself plunged even deeper. She now gave him no opportunity to come up for air, and all Billy had to comfort himself with what he expected to be his final moments was darkness, wetness and the rumbling thunder of her moans.
“OH GOD! OH GOD!”
Billy retreated into his mind in a feeble attempt to block out the trauma.
Billy's ears were ringing as he was slowly coming back to his senses. He was hanging upside-down, his arms pinned to his sides by a tight vice and sputtering as a warm mass slathered his face in some sort of strange, slick gunk. The strange pad moved away and he gasped at the sight before him. His mountain of a mother loomed ahead, and he watched as the hand that just coated him in this strange bitter grease began to work one of her increasingly-erect nipples through her nightgown.
Her eyes were closed, and Billy could make out the tinny sound of music playing from the headphones atop her head. Dread began to fill his soul as he remembered the drawer he was trapped in, specifically the man-shaped dildo that was in there. Does she think I'm...?! Oh god no! Billy's mind was racing with alarm.
“MOM! LET GO! HELP!!” Billy began screaming and squirming for all he was worth, but Patricia's grip was far too strong for his tiny muscles. She showed no sign of hearing his cries, his voice simply wasn't loud enough to penetrate the noise-canceling headphones. “MOM IT'S ME! DON'T DO IT! DON'T--”
WHAM!
Before Billy could finish his sentence he suddenly found his face slammed into a firm, sticky node of flesh, making him see stars. The pressure bore down on him further, threatening to snap his neck. He muttered something unintelligible as he felt himself dragged across this new surface. Tears began to flow freely from the poor boy's eyes, mixing into the lubricant and flowing juices below.
Patricia's leaned back further into the pillow as she massaged her clit with the toy's head. With her eyes closed, she could imagine the dildo was a real tiny person, and the alcohol swirling about in her head almost made it feel like it was moving. She imagined her bastard of an ex-husband in her grasp, struggling against her and bit her lip. The fantasy alone got her going and she couldn't help but let out a moan.
“MMMMMMMMM”
Billy cried as the sound of his mom's pleasure quaked above. She thankfully pried his face from her clit, but quickly began dragging him across her labia before he could breathe. He began to quiver and convulse as his oxygen left him.
Patricia opened her eyes for a moment as she made herself comfortable. Billy's now weakened, immobile form did nothing to alarm her of the atrocity was unwittingly committing and she continued the assault. She worked her toy against her outer lips while using her free hand to work her clit, almost in pain from the pleasure.
“MMMMMMYES.”
Billy sputtered and gasped as he was pulled from the gigantic swollen, rosy lips. He was now full on sobbing. If he didn't do something soon he was afraid he'd be killed. The boy continued to try to alarm his mother of what was happening. Her response was to mercilessly drive his head into the sealed vaginal lips. The lube and fluids gushing everywhere did their job, and Billy let out a yelp as he was forced past the gates into a searing, pulsating oven.
“Oh fuck!”
Patricia covered her mouth in surprise, she didn't want to kids to hear. But for some reason her toy just felt really good tonight. She turned it around inside her, relishing the feel of its grooves and crevices against her inner walls.
Billy gasped as he suddenly felt himself yanked out of the oozing tunnel. Completely drenched with slime, he let out an unholy scream at the sheer terror of what he just experienced, his mind coming apart at the seams. His inelegant babbling went unnoticed by his mom and she ruthlessly shoved him back in for me.
“FUCK ME...”
The coarse words pierced through Billy's brain as his head was pushed through layers of slick flesh, before being yanked back up. He was once again pulled out of the horrid maw of his mother's vagina, getting just a glimpse of her painted nails working the clit, before he was dunked back in. And the process repeated.
In and out. In and out. Eventually, the hand moved up his body, holding him by his legs as he felt himself plunged even deeper. She now gave him no opportunity to come up for air, and all Billy had to comfort himself with what he expected to be his final moments was darkness, wetness and the rumbling thunder of her moans.
“OH GOD! OH GOD!”
Billy retreated into his mind in a feeble attempt to block out the trauma.
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June 10, 2023
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