Third-Wheeling Mama V and Bea Shrunken First Semester chapter 19 by maximally

Again, Max blushed. With his stepmom and her friend staring at him and laughing again — probably noticing just how hard they'd made him cum — he felt like even more of a depraved little bug than ever before. At one level, this was a profound new low point in the trajectory of his first semester—and at another, he knew it would send exactly the wrong message to Victoria.

"To be honest," Bea chuckled. "When you gave him permission to do that, I thought you were joking."

"I was," said Victoria, sizing her stepson up with a mix of amusement and pride. "No judgment, though, sweetie. I know it's been an eventful couple of days."

"Y-yeah." Struggling to project his voice, Max sounded just as insecure as he felt. "V-very eventful."

"Well..." Victoria leaned toward the nightstand, her massive, bare breasts dangling tantalizingly close to her stepson. She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Maybe we could get you a little closer to the action?"

"H-huh?" Unable to take his eyes off his stepmom's buxom chest, Max felt a deeply inconvenient twinge in his groin—and when he tried to cover it with his hands, it became even more apparent to Victoria.

"Ooh, that looks like a yes to me!" Reaching over to the nightstand, the mature Mexican amazon scooped up her three-inch ward and brought him to her face. "Good choice, sweetie."

"T-thanks," said Max, feeling his face getting even redder and his cock getting even harder. Somehow, despite the mortification, he was still embarrassingly erect—and the fact that they were both aware of it only made things weirder. As if the last two days hadn't been awkward enough, now he had to deal with his stepmom and her best friend literally getting off on how pathetic he looked.

Bea watched as Victoria lowered Max to the bed, placing him almost gently between the two of them. "Hang on..." She squinted. "You're not talking about fucking him, are you?"

"Oh, God! Of course not!" Glancing down at her stepson, Victoria laughed. "I'm just putting him back up my ass."

"Ahh," said Bea, eying Max as he stared up at the two towering women. "That makes more sense. Although I'd be happy to take his virginity for you, if you'd like."

"You? And him?" Victoria gave her friend a dubious look. "Since when do you like men?"

"I don't." Bea winked. "But I'm not opposed to using shrunken men as sex toys."

Realizing what the Black amazon was saying, Max instantly went rock-hard again. Based on the way Bea had offered this suggestion up, it was like she was volunteering to do some kind of low-stakes household chore for her old friend—rather than granting him the transformative life experience he'd been craving ever since he hit puberty. Still, after all of his recent torments, the idea of getting up close and personal with her big, steamy vagina seemed like a perfect consolation prize.

"I-"  Regaining a shred of nerve, Max opened his mouth to respond—just in time for his gigantic stepmom to pick him back up and return him to his usual spot in her crack. It was now even sweatier and smellier than it had been when he'd left, and the heat radiating from her body made it feel like he was being lowered into an active volcano.

"That's alright, really," said Victoria, sharing a chuckle with Bea as she unceremoniously shoved Max back up her ass. "You've done me enough favors lately. Besides, we both know you're way out of his league."

The two of them found this observation especially amusing, and as they continued laughing, Max felt himself being forced further down between Victoria's thick, pillowy cheeks. It was like they were sharing some kind of in-joke that he wasn't worthy of being in on, and the harder he tried to prove them wrong, the more that they were proven right.

"You're not wrong," said Bea, watching her friend's door-busting rump gobble up her shrunken stepson like some kind of giant predatory beast. "Suit yourself."

As Max was enveloped in an overwhelming miasma of sweat and sex, he let out a long, defeated sigh and went limp. Ever since yesterday, it was like the entire universe had started conspiring against him, upending everything he'd once taken for granted—and his only constant, the only source of anything resembling relief, was his stepmom's ass. Bea's suggestion had been nothing more than that—a suggestion, never meant to be taken seriously. The whole offer was just a momentary tease, a reminder of how far he was from anything he actually wanted.

As Victoria's massive butt squeezed him tighter and tighter, Max's awareness of anything outside of it quickly faded away. It was like he was diving under the surface of a hot, churning ocean, and when his face resumed contact with her asshole in a disgusting imitation of a kiss, he did nothing to push himself away. Whether he liked it or not, everything he'd gone through in the last two days suggested that this was where he belonged. 

How had his life gotten to this point? Just 48 hours ago, he'd been a normal freshman. A geeky, awkward, hopelessly virginal freshman, but still normal by comparison to what he was now. His biggest worry had been finding his way around Ventus and figuring out how to talk to girls, but ever since Friday's fateful party, he'd been catapulted into a world of inhospitable giants—who mostly seemed to view him as a sort of semi-sentient plaything. He'd completely lost track of any sense of normalcy in the aftermath—and the few moments of solace he'd found since were always followed by waves of shame, disappointment, and humiliating reminders of just how far out of reach his old life was.

As his stepmom's asshole pressed out against his face, he was consumed by a growing sense of inevitability. Maybe he just had to accept that this was how things were now. Maybe he just had to give up hoping for anything better. It seemed like any time he even tried to get his hopes up, those hopes were comically dashed, and the only choice left was to resign himself to a lifetime stuck in Victoria's crack. As he considered that possibility, he swallowed an enormous bead of her ass-sweat and tried not to gag.

PRRRRRRTTTTTTTT

"Mmm..." Pressing her hips down into the mattress to ensure the smell of her latest fart was confined to her stepson, Victoria turned to Bea and grinned. "Now... where were we?"

For Max, now working through a fresh headful of gas and the increasingly-familiar oxygen and pressure constraints of being trapped under his stepmother, the next few minutes were a bit of a blur—but based on the intense movement and strange carnal noises that soon followed outside, it was clear that Victoria and Bea had started fucking again. Awash in smothering softness — and still faced with the same inconvenient stiffness he'd been dealing with when his stepmom had stuffed him back here — it was only a matter of time before he succumbed to the urge to jack off once more. At least in here, he thought, no one could catch him in the act.

While the three-inch freshman continued coming to terms with his warped new reality, Victoria was experiencing an entirely different level of pleasure. With her lips and slimy sex locked back against those of her old friend, she was quickly approaching yet another climax—and the knowledge that she was doing so with her stepson squirming around in her ass made the experience even better. After years of trying to reconcile her desire to live life to the fullest with her desire to over-protect Max, she'd finally figured it out. He'd never been meant for life as a real person; his real place was right here, with her, forever.

BRRRAAAAAAPPPPPP

Pushing herself over the edge of completion, the Mexican MILF was powerless to hold back the gust of gas that followed, subjecting her shrunken ward to another face-full of stink just as he was on the verge of racking up a second orgasm of his own. A second later, when Max started cumming, the only thing on his mind was the smell of his stepmom's farts. This only added to the literal bad aftertaste of the whole situation—and as Victoria and Bea settled back onto the bed for a few more minutes of stinky afterglow, he had nothing but time to get his head around the implications of what he'd just done.

Whenever Max tried to imagine his dream girl, he usually thought of a girl like Crystal—a slim, perky young woman his own age, ideally one who shared his lack of experience and was willing to help learn the ropes together. With those criteria in mind, Victoria was more or less the opposite—big, almost intimidatingly experienced, and, most uncomfortably, his own stepmother. It made the fact that she'd just technically given him his first sexual experience of college feel all the weirder, on top of all the sheer physical and psychological unpleasantness she'd visited upon him over their time together. Then again, it wasn't like any other aspects of his current life were any more normal—and in the face of that indelible fact, he knew it wasn't exactly irrational to try to take what he could get.

*

"So," said Bea, planting a few gentle kisses on Victoria's bare, sweaty chest. "How would you rate your college experience so far?"

"Most satisfactory," purred Victoria, grinning with contentment as she felt Max squirm beneath her. "The faculty around here has been really good about attending to all my needs."

"I'm glad to hear that." Bea grinned back. "Want to spend the night tonight? Assuming your stepson doesn't mind sharing you a little while longer."

"He better not," said Victoria, giving her ass a slap.

"Good," Bea purred. "So... you up for round two?"

"I think it's more like round nine or ten at this point," said Victoria, shifting around in bed to face her friend. 

"Mmm..." Bea pulled her in close. "Let's make it an even dozen, then."

Beneath them, Max braced himself for another bout of hot, sweaty lesbian sex. For all the time he'd spent looking forward to his first college hookup, he couldn't wait for this one to be over. Of course, he had a feeling it would be at least a few more hours before that happened.