Your mother and Aunt are hungry for Mexican
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 16
by
Bobob1
You could hardly believe the lack of effort your mom made to peel you off your aunts greasy asshole. Giving off a careless shrug as she quickly gave up and let Betty release her ghetto booty as her buttmeat violently crushed you further against her grimey pucker.
Smeared into a pathetic sticker on your aunt's unwashed backdoor, your body vibrating and flailing about with every slight twitch it made. Both shocked and angered by your mothers carelessness. You attempted to protest against your current position, though your struggles only registered as a bothersome itch against your aunts asshole.
"Ben!" Betty squeaked in surprise. Clenching her thick buttmeat which only continued to pound you against her sweatsoaked shithole. "Stop that. It tickles!"
Unbothered with her son's struggles. Mary's stomach growled as she let out a prolonged groan and licked her plump lips.
"Umfh. I'm like... Starving. Want to grab some mexican food? I think I have some left in the fridge." Your mother continued to lick her lips hungrily as she rubbed her belly.
Betty squealed in absolute joy at the idea, bouncing in place as her thick ghetto booty flailed and wobbled furiously in response. Flexing her bloated pucker repeatedly as mexican food was her absolute favorite. Whilst the pummeling continued to smear Ben's body against his aunts asshole, it's rhythmic flexing simultaneously punched and stomped his pathetic shape into the buttfloss of her underwear. Though Betty's cheering soon came to a halt. "Though, are you sure that's such a good idea? I mean... You remember last time, right?"
Oh yes. Even though Betty has an excessive love for mexican food, it's absolutely destructive to her digestive system. Not only causing her to fart uncontrollably and absurdly frequent. It also gave her spontaneous diarrhea attacks. And while she had a significantly hard time distinguishing the two. Betty rarely made it through the evening without making a mess.
Your mother only chuckled at her sister as she gave Betty's ghetto booty a firm slap, causing her buttmeat to flail and clap wildly. Each clap giving you a window to peer past your aunts massive rear, only to see your motherlaughing hysterically at your aunts valid concerns.
"I'll just replace the toilet, stop being such a prude, sis." Your mother added with a menacing cackle. "Just imagine all those bulgy, greasy burritoes, tacos, beans and chilli sauce." You were growing more and more terrified as their conversation continued, but nothing compared to the combined groans from them both after your mom had listed their dinner. Betty could barely control her urges as saliva drooled from her mouth. Her asshole growing more and more puffy and meaty by the minute as you could feel your entire body dome out along with it.
Had they really forgotten you, or did they just care more about their dinner plans?
Mexican Bukake.
Completely lost in their conversations about various gassy food. Both of them had already forgotten about your very existance as they made their way to the kitchen.
Remembered, but maybe not saved?
Betty, even though she loved your presence in her booty, Figured you were more important than her mexican urges. However, your mom disagrees and might try to convince Betty to ignore or forget you.
Writer's Choice.
Smeared into a pathetic sticker on your aunt's unwashed backdoor, your body vibrating and flailing about with every slight twitch it made. Both shocked and angered by your mothers carelessness. You attempted to protest against your current position, though your struggles only registered as a bothersome itch against your aunts asshole.
"Ben!" Betty squeaked in surprise. Clenching her thick buttmeat which only continued to pound you against her sweatsoaked shithole. "Stop that. It tickles!"
Unbothered with her son's struggles. Mary's stomach growled as she let out a prolonged groan and licked her plump lips.
"Umfh. I'm like... Starving. Want to grab some mexican food? I think I have some left in the fridge." Your mother continued to lick her lips hungrily as she rubbed her belly.
Betty squealed in absolute joy at the idea, bouncing in place as her thick ghetto booty flailed and wobbled furiously in response. Flexing her bloated pucker repeatedly as mexican food was her absolute favorite. Whilst the pummeling continued to smear Ben's body against his aunts asshole, it's rhythmic flexing simultaneously punched and stomped his pathetic shape into the buttfloss of her underwear. Though Betty's cheering soon came to a halt. "Though, are you sure that's such a good idea? I mean... You remember last time, right?"
Oh yes. Even though Betty has an excessive love for mexican food, it's absolutely destructive to her digestive system. Not only causing her to fart uncontrollably and absurdly frequent. It also gave her spontaneous diarrhea attacks. And while she had a significantly hard time distinguishing the two. Betty rarely made it through the evening without making a mess.
Your mother only chuckled at her sister as she gave Betty's ghetto booty a firm slap, causing her buttmeat to flail and clap wildly. Each clap giving you a window to peer past your aunts massive rear, only to see your motherlaughing hysterically at your aunts valid concerns.
"I'll just replace the toilet, stop being such a prude, sis." Your mother added with a menacing cackle. "Just imagine all those bulgy, greasy burritoes, tacos, beans and chilli sauce." You were growing more and more terrified as their conversation continued, but nothing compared to the combined groans from them both after your mom had listed their dinner. Betty could barely control her urges as saliva drooled from her mouth. Her asshole growing more and more puffy and meaty by the minute as you could feel your entire body dome out along with it.
Had they really forgotten you, or did they just care more about their dinner plans?
Mexican Bukake.
Completely lost in their conversations about various gassy food. Both of them had already forgotten about your very existance as they made their way to the kitchen.
Remembered, but maybe not saved?
Betty, even though she loved your presence in her booty, Figured you were more important than her mexican urges. However, your mom disagrees and might try to convince Betty to ignore or forget you.
Writer's Choice.
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April 23, 2025
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