Mama V Opens Up Shrunken First Semester chapter 23 by maximally

"Is that so?" Victoria bit her lip. "This book is really something."

Beneath the Mexican MILF's rump, once again fending off the advances of her eager pucker, Max shuddered. If the experience of being forced to worship Victoria's ass in front of his psychology professor wasn't degrading enough, Riya's latest proposition was something else entirely—a monumental step in his strange new relationship with his stepmother even after the absurd ordeal she'd put him through last night, and one that he struggled to believe she'd take lightly.

"Of course, I'm not here to force either of you out of your comfort zones." Registering Victoria's hesitation, Riya put up her hands. "Like I said before, this stuff can get pretty... extreme."

"I'm certainly not opposed to it," said Victoria, sizing Riya up again. "When I told Bea you were one of my teachers, she spoke quite highly of your... skills."

"Oh, really?" Riya smiled wryly. "I didn't know you knew each other. In that case... maybe the three of us can finish that particular exercise together some time?"

"I'd like that," said Victoria, reaching for her wine glass. "Here, mind topping me up?"

*

As Max readjusted to the crushing confines of his stepmom's ass, Victoria and Riya opened another bottle and began dissecting every aspect of his life to date in excruciating detail—mostly in terms of all the ways he'd remained a total loser throughout his adolescence. Thanks to the heavy walls of flesh all around him — and the ominous gurgling of his stepmother's digestive system — the subject of this conversation didn't have to hear much. But the snippets he got weren't pretty.

"...there was this model he used to follow," said Victoria, taking another sip of wine. "Actually, you might know her. She goes here. Bella Hart?"

"Sure," said Riya. "I know Bella; I had her in my intro class as a freshman. Nice girl."

"Nice enough." Victoria smiled, thinking back to her twerk-off with the most-followed member of the Hot Girl house. "Anyway, a couple weeks before Max's eighteenth birthday, she was doing this little promotional stunt. Auctioning off a few pairs of used underwear. Not the kind of thing I'd ever hear about, if it wasn't for my daughter. And we hadn't gotten him any gifts up until then." 

"You didn't..." Riya raised an eyebrow. "...did you?"

"Of course not!" Victoria scoffed. "I think one pair went for something like ten thousand dollars. No, no. We used a pair of mine, and told him they were Bella's."

Recalling the events in question and hearing the two amazons laughing again, Max tried to bury his face even deeper against his stepmother's butthole.

"Ah," said Riya, trying her best to maintain professional composure. "Well, I suppose you two do have somewhat similar measurements. At least around the hips."

"That's what made Izzy think it would work. The only hard part was making them feel sufficiently... used." Victoria's smile became a prideful grin. "Nothing a little hot yoga couldn't fix, of course."

"I'm sure." Riya allowed her eyes to wander down to her oldest student's considerable curves again. "And how did he like his present?"

"Based on the amount of time he spent up in his room over the next few days? He was very satisfied. At least until Izzy told him the truth." She shook her head. "I didn't want her to, but... well, she takes after her mom. What that girl wants, she gets."

"How did he react?" Riya chuckled. "I imagine that was a lot for him to process."

"I imagine it was, too." Victoria shrugged. "He was pretty low energy for a while after that."

Beneath the Mexican MILF, Max scowled. Obviously, "low energy" was a profound understatement. Whether they'd meant to hurt his feelings or not, Izzy and Victoria's little stunt had been one of the most devastating pranks they'd ever played on him—and after spending all four years of high school as a friendless, kissless loser, the revelation that he'd spent several weeks of his last high school summer break jerking off to the smell of his own stepmom's used underwear had seriously thrown him for a loop. He had a feeling this had something to do with the frequent sensation of arousal he'd been experiencing since Saturday, more or less every time he found himself trapped in another pair of Victoria's panties.

"You know, it's funny," said Riya, jotting down another note on her pad. "Hearing you describe your relationship with your stepson... on paper, it almost sounds cruel. But it doesn't seem like that's your intention."

"Absolutely not, no." Victoria shook her head again. "I mean, maybe I'm a little hard on him from time to time. But at the end of the day, I've always got his best interests at heart. And I'd certainly never do anything to hurt him."

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As the mature amazon doubled down on her commitment to her stepson, her asshole began telling him a slightly different story—squeaking out a silent but deadly cloud of more swampy egg smell right in his tiny face.

"To tell you the truth," Victoria smirked, taking the fresh burst of energy Max was starting to put up against her backdoor as a gesture of support and reassurance. "I think that's always been my biggest fear. Letting him down."

Riya's pen scribbled furiously. "Elaborate on that."

"Well..." Victoria made a face. "I never really expected to be a parent again after Izzy. The only reason I married Max's father was to give her a little more stability in her teens... and he didn't tell me he had a son until the day we moved in together."

"I see." Riya nodded. "That's a lot of responsibility to have dropped in your lap."

"No kidding." Victoria sighed. "Didn't help that he basically up and left right after that. Then I started realizing just how much parenting Max still needed."

Riya leaned forward. "Like what?"

"Like, everything," said Victoria. "He had no self-esteem, no social skills, no basic life skills. Which was a big change from Izzy."

"Your daughter definitely sounds more independent," said Riya, making another note on her pad.

"Much more." Victoria chuckled. "Maybe not always in a good way, either, but... you know. And then suddenly I've got this, well... this loser. And no matter how much I tried to stay on top of him, he never got any better."

"Did you ever think staying on top of him might have contributed to that?" Riya's gaze was tough but empathetic. "Not to cast any doubt on your methods."

"I don't think so," said Victoria. "I mean, you saw him when he was regular size. If he hadn't gotten dosed last weekend, I'm sure it'd just be a matter of time before someone else got one over on him like that. Or he'd just spend the next four years going in circles, and then end up back at home with me."

Still listening in from the crack of his stepmom's ass, Max let out another sigh of his own. On the heels of everything he'd gone through since Saturday, hearing his stepmom describe his lot in life in such unflattering terms felt like the killing blow to any lingering traces of self-esteem he'd ever had—partially because, deep down, he understood that she was right.

"And, don't get me wrong. If this had happened to Izzy, I'd be moving heaven and earth to get her back to normal right now. Because I know how much potential she has. But for Max?" Once again, the mature amazon shrugged. "In the grand scheme of things, I think he could do a whole lot worse than this."

"You don't think he has the kind of potential Izzy has?" Riya looked up from her notes again, tough but fair. 

"I know he doesn't," said Victoria. "And, sure, this closes a lot of doors for him. He'll never be his own person, or have a job, or a girlfriend, or a family. But, between you and me, I wasn't holding my breath about any of that stuff in the first place. Now, though... he'll always be safe, I never have to worry about him, and he's got a purpose."

"And what's that?" Riya leaned forward again.

"Well," said Victoria, grinning wider than ever. "It depends on the day. But, short answer? Being Mama's little helper."

"Good answer," Riya chuckled, glancing down at her watch. "Say, you don't have plans for dinner, do you?" She winked. "I've been told that I cook a mean curry..."