From Son To Snack
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
demonboy328
"I think I'll let you see it for yourself," Paula slurred. "After all, it's only right you take it's place, since you made me lose the thing."
"Come on mom, you've been drinking," James squeaked, "you're not really gonna eat me. Are you? Mom?"
James pleas were ignored, as he was slowly brought to his mother's mouth, and her her hot beer breath assaulted his nose. James tried again to beg his mom not to do it, but she simply pushed him between her lips and into her mouth. Maybe if Paula wasn't so drunk she would have realized the mistake she was making, but unfortunately for James, she did not. The inside of his mother's mouth was hot and reeked of booze, and it was making him nauseous. Paula on the other hand was loving it, as she rolled her son around with her tongue, savoring his unique taste. James was rolled around so much, he had actually lost his shirt somehow, and was covered from head to toe in his mother's sticky saliva. His fear only heightened, as he felt her head tilting back, signaling his fate. There was nothing he could do, as the tongue raised, sending him sliding toward the bottomless pit that was her throat. There was a loud gulp, and Paula swallowed, sending her son down her throat and to her waiting stomach.
Seconds later, James landed with a splash in his mother's stomach, surrounded by what was left of her drinking and snacking. He choked and sputtered as he surfaced, only to choke some more at the alcoholic fumes in her stomach, which were making it hard for him to breathe. Outside, Paula gave her flabby belly a couple pats, sending the contents of her stomach churning.
"Wow son, you really hit the spot," Paula moaned. "Plus you tasted way better than the rat would have, hahaha."
For James, the simple act of his mother patting her belly was forcing him to tread rough waves in her stomach, being continually forced under the disgusting pool. He swam his way over to a wall of the stomach and beat against it, trying to get his mother's attention, but to no avail. James tried calling out to her for help, but his cries were drowned out by a thunderous belch, which only made things worse for him. With that belch, a lot of the air in her gut was forced out, adding the chance of suffocation to his nightmarish situation. He kept on frantically beating against Paula's stomach, hoping he could get her attention before he was digested alive. As it was, he could already feel his skin starting to tingle, and it was turning red in spots.
Meanwhile, unknown to him, his mother had returned to her recliner and passed out.
(First time trying to write vore, so I'm sorry if it's not too good.)
"Come on mom, you've been drinking," James squeaked, "you're not really gonna eat me. Are you? Mom?"
James pleas were ignored, as he was slowly brought to his mother's mouth, and her her hot beer breath assaulted his nose. James tried again to beg his mom not to do it, but she simply pushed him between her lips and into her mouth. Maybe if Paula wasn't so drunk she would have realized the mistake she was making, but unfortunately for James, she did not. The inside of his mother's mouth was hot and reeked of booze, and it was making him nauseous. Paula on the other hand was loving it, as she rolled her son around with her tongue, savoring his unique taste. James was rolled around so much, he had actually lost his shirt somehow, and was covered from head to toe in his mother's sticky saliva. His fear only heightened, as he felt her head tilting back, signaling his fate. There was nothing he could do, as the tongue raised, sending him sliding toward the bottomless pit that was her throat. There was a loud gulp, and Paula swallowed, sending her son down her throat and to her waiting stomach.
Seconds later, James landed with a splash in his mother's stomach, surrounded by what was left of her drinking and snacking. He choked and sputtered as he surfaced, only to choke some more at the alcoholic fumes in her stomach, which were making it hard for him to breathe. Outside, Paula gave her flabby belly a couple pats, sending the contents of her stomach churning.
"Wow son, you really hit the spot," Paula moaned. "Plus you tasted way better than the rat would have, hahaha."
For James, the simple act of his mother patting her belly was forcing him to tread rough waves in her stomach, being continually forced under the disgusting pool. He swam his way over to a wall of the stomach and beat against it, trying to get his mother's attention, but to no avail. James tried calling out to her for help, but his cries were drowned out by a thunderous belch, which only made things worse for him. With that belch, a lot of the air in her gut was forced out, adding the chance of suffocation to his nightmarish situation. He kept on frantically beating against Paula's stomach, hoping he could get her attention before he was digested alive. As it was, he could already feel his skin starting to tingle, and it was turning red in spots.
Meanwhile, unknown to him, his mother had returned to her recliner and passed out.
(First time trying to write vore, so I'm sorry if it's not too good.)
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