She cums and you get pushed into your old womb.
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
jerectamalic
Rachel's vagina pushes and clenches against you, her fingers press behind you, all guiding you towards the vary back of your mother's throbbing birth canal, the very one you came out of about seventeen years ago. You use your hands to brace against something, anything, which turns out to be the bubble of your mother's cervix. A contraction pushes your arms together and suddenly they are clenched together. In the darkness of her vagina, your eyes that are heavily used to it now, see what is going on. Your arms are being devoured by her cervix.
This is a situation that doctors have told you to avoid your whole life, not only you, but your family as well. Tracy, who does her best to keep you out of her body, you didn't have to fear. Tulip, who tortures you as much as she can with her body, oddly enough seemed to take this warning to heart and she has never put you in her vagina.
Rachel has been the only one who ever seemed to be fine with you being inside her vagina. Even when you were young, she seemed to have this thing for getting you to go back to your first room. Her favorite game when you were younger was playing spelunker, being eight you had no idea how wrong it was for her to be opening her vagina up and letting you wander down it. Then of course there was the Kari debacle when you were fourteen. Now it's the Miss Chelsea Tread debacle and the only good thing you can see about this is that if you end up in your mother's womb at least Miss Tread will never get her hands on you again. Hopefully Angela understands though.
You feel the smaller, tighter hole contract and bring you deeper, helped by the pushing and contracting of the larger tunnel. The movement sends you deeper and deeper as you find yourself truly returning to your first bedroom, or bedwomb you should say. You hear as your mother's gasps become louder, her heartbeat pounds faster in your ear, the fluids building up around you encompass your body. All the signs are there. "AHHHH!!!" Your mother's piercing scream blasts your senses even while muffled. You suddenly feel yourself in a wide place, but you are so thoroughly soaked you don't know if you are inside or outside of her. Slowly your other senses start coming back. You hear the dull throbbing of your mother's post climax heart, the slow muffled gasps as she catches her breath. You feel soft flesh at your finger tips and on the back of your head. You open your eyes and look around. In the low light your eyes have managed to use to see oddly clearly inside other peoples bodies, you find that the worst has come to pass. You are trapped in your mother's womb. "Oh, my baby boy." Your mother gasps as she feels you in a place deeper than her vagina. She hums in delight. "Welcome home." She sighs before collapsing into post climax sleep.
This is a situation that doctors have told you to avoid your whole life, not only you, but your family as well. Tracy, who does her best to keep you out of her body, you didn't have to fear. Tulip, who tortures you as much as she can with her body, oddly enough seemed to take this warning to heart and she has never put you in her vagina.
Rachel has been the only one who ever seemed to be fine with you being inside her vagina. Even when you were young, she seemed to have this thing for getting you to go back to your first room. Her favorite game when you were younger was playing spelunker, being eight you had no idea how wrong it was for her to be opening her vagina up and letting you wander down it. Then of course there was the Kari debacle when you were fourteen. Now it's the Miss Chelsea Tread debacle and the only good thing you can see about this is that if you end up in your mother's womb at least Miss Tread will never get her hands on you again. Hopefully Angela understands though.
You feel the smaller, tighter hole contract and bring you deeper, helped by the pushing and contracting of the larger tunnel. The movement sends you deeper and deeper as you find yourself truly returning to your first bedroom, or bedwomb you should say. You hear as your mother's gasps become louder, her heartbeat pounds faster in your ear, the fluids building up around you encompass your body. All the signs are there. "AHHHH!!!" Your mother's piercing scream blasts your senses even while muffled. You suddenly feel yourself in a wide place, but you are so thoroughly soaked you don't know if you are inside or outside of her. Slowly your other senses start coming back. You hear the dull throbbing of your mother's post climax heart, the slow muffled gasps as she catches her breath. You feel soft flesh at your finger tips and on the back of your head. You open your eyes and look around. In the low light your eyes have managed to use to see oddly clearly inside other peoples bodies, you find that the worst has come to pass. You are trapped in your mother's womb. "Oh, my baby boy." Your mother gasps as she feels you in a place deeper than her vagina. She hums in delight. "Welcome home." She sighs before collapsing into post climax sleep.
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