James Gets Out Alive
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
demonboy328
James wasn't sure how long he had been in his mother's stomach. He had managed to climb onto some dissolving food, so he had at least kept from getting burned too bad by the stomach acids. Unfortunately for him though, the combination of the heat, the fumes, and the remaining acids had him drifting in and out of consciousness. A large jolt to his fleshy prison suddenly brought him to his senses, sadly it also knocked him back into the churning liquid he tried so hard to avoid. Outside of the stomach, Paula woke up not feeling well at all, something that happened often due to her penchant for drinking too much. She made a mad dash for the bathroom, just barely getting the lid of the toilet up before vomiting. Her head was bent right over the bowl, as she expelled the contents of her stomach into the toilet. All of the food, the alcohol, and even her forgotten little son were all forced out into the water below.
James landed in the toilet with a very small splash, and was immediately driven below the water's surface by the flood of vomit that followed him. He swam to the surface as fast as possible, gasping for air and amazed that he was still alive. James flailed around and yelled up at his monumental mother, trying his damnedest to get her attention, but he was utterly failing. Paula was coughing and spitting, doing her best to get the awful taste of vomit out of her mouth, completely unaware of her son's situation. She finished by wiping her mouth with her shirt, adding to it's collection of stains. As she raised herself up away from the toilet, her hand brushed against the handle, sending James into a panic at the thought of being flushed. His fear was unfounded however, as Paula's hand moved on without flushing. He wasn't sure why he was worried, he didn't remember his mother ever flushing after herself. Paula spit once more into the toilet, and she made her way back to the living room. James wiped some of the vomit from his face, and looked on both disgusted and shocked at his situation.
James swam to the wall of the toilet hoping to find a way out, but unfortunately the sides of the bowl were to steep to even think of climbing. After several minutes of treading water, his arms and legs were starting to ache, so he was forced to find something to float on. It took a lot of time and effort, but James eventually managed to climb onto a large chunk of something, and collapsed on it in exhaustion. As he floated around the disgusting toilet water, he couldn't help but wonder if and when his mother would find him. He had utterly failed in getting her attention before, how would it be different the next time. If she didn't remember him, he would have to endure even more of her body's waste, and eventually he would be flushed.
A couple hours later, Paula burst into the bathroom and went straight to the toilet. James immediately feared the worst, and prepared for the coming storm. In an unexpected surprise, he was swiftly scooped out of the water by his mother, and dropped roughly into the nearby sink.
"What a shitty snack you turned out to be, Paula taunted. " You couldn't even stay down. Now hurry up and clean yourself up, you’re disgusting!"
Paula turned on the water, and watched as James cleaned himself under the warm stream. It didn't take long for her to get tired of waiting, and she grabbed her son between her hands, and began to scrub his tiny body herself. She completely ignored James' protests, and scrubbed him roughly with soap and hot water. She easily managed to get him clean, but she also succeeded in giving him several bruises while doing so.
"So, what the hell should I do with you now," Paula asked. "I'm mad that you didn't work as a snack, so I'd kind of like to have you out of my hair for awhile. Though I'm sure I can find something for you to do for me that you won't screw up. What to do, what to do?"
James landed in the toilet with a very small splash, and was immediately driven below the water's surface by the flood of vomit that followed him. He swam to the surface as fast as possible, gasping for air and amazed that he was still alive. James flailed around and yelled up at his monumental mother, trying his damnedest to get her attention, but he was utterly failing. Paula was coughing and spitting, doing her best to get the awful taste of vomit out of her mouth, completely unaware of her son's situation. She finished by wiping her mouth with her shirt, adding to it's collection of stains. As she raised herself up away from the toilet, her hand brushed against the handle, sending James into a panic at the thought of being flushed. His fear was unfounded however, as Paula's hand moved on without flushing. He wasn't sure why he was worried, he didn't remember his mother ever flushing after herself. Paula spit once more into the toilet, and she made her way back to the living room. James wiped some of the vomit from his face, and looked on both disgusted and shocked at his situation.
James swam to the wall of the toilet hoping to find a way out, but unfortunately the sides of the bowl were to steep to even think of climbing. After several minutes of treading water, his arms and legs were starting to ache, so he was forced to find something to float on. It took a lot of time and effort, but James eventually managed to climb onto a large chunk of something, and collapsed on it in exhaustion. As he floated around the disgusting toilet water, he couldn't help but wonder if and when his mother would find him. He had utterly failed in getting her attention before, how would it be different the next time. If she didn't remember him, he would have to endure even more of her body's waste, and eventually he would be flushed.
A couple hours later, Paula burst into the bathroom and went straight to the toilet. James immediately feared the worst, and prepared for the coming storm. In an unexpected surprise, he was swiftly scooped out of the water by his mother, and dropped roughly into the nearby sink.
"What a shitty snack you turned out to be, Paula taunted. " You couldn't even stay down. Now hurry up and clean yourself up, you’re disgusting!"
Paula turned on the water, and watched as James cleaned himself under the warm stream. It didn't take long for her to get tired of waiting, and she grabbed her son between her hands, and began to scrub his tiny body herself. She completely ignored James' protests, and scrubbed him roughly with soap and hot water. She easily managed to get him clean, but she also succeeded in giving him several bruises while doing so.
"So, what the hell should I do with you now," Paula asked. "I'm mad that you didn't work as a snack, so I'd kind of like to have you out of my hair for awhile. Though I'm sure I can find something for you to do for me that you won't screw up. What to do, what to do?"
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