A Man's Got to Eat

[Jayden's P.O.V:]

I couldn't remember the last time that I had been so excited to game, it was as though my hands were hungry for the win! It was only Wargame but there was nothing more intoxicating than chasing down the splintering armies of the enemy. It was only after my stomach started to feel like it might twist inside-out that I remembered that I was forgetting to eat... not that I could eat just anything, anymore.

"Jayden, honey!"

"Coming, mum!"

Timed to perfection, I couldn't thankful enough. I bounded towards the door, before the trepidation of what awaited hit me at full-****. I had been too happy to be home and anxious to _finally _eat something that would fill me up, but now when I had time to think there was some anxiety to the whole situation. Well, that and fair bit of arousal, I couldn't wait to see my mother with her butt out again.

Venturing downstairs, I sat at the table and re-laid the table. There wasn't a giant spread but I saw a fair few boiled eggs and veggies to go with some leftover sausages from earlier. It didn't look quite as appetising as the pizza I had spied coming out the oven but I couldn't exactly have pizza right now... not yet at least. Blinded by imagining of my mother pulling a slice of pizza from her butt, I barely noticed that mum and Tammy were coming through.

Much like earlier, there was no fuss, no acknowledgement of the ensuing situation. I sat there, at the head of the table, flanked by two equally beautiful women... each just as aware that I was going to be eating out of my voluptuous mother's bubble butt.

Seemingly preoccupied with an unending amount of gossip I was, thankfully, ignored as we took out seats at the table. It was only moments, this time, before my mother scooted her backside off of the side of her chair and started to peel her dress back over her cheeks. Her dress seemed to slip, effortlessly, off of her incredible form, as though it were made to be bare. However, unlike last-time there was a distinct pink, shiny, gem poking from mum's butt.

'A buttplug' I struggled to fathom, the erotic items place inside my mother.

It was only as she pulled the gem out, to show a small yet bulbous head, that I began to register what was happening, again. As her butt reclaimed that puckered look I realised that my cock was tenting my jeans. I was more than a little thankful that no one could see through the wooden table. Clearly, even if it was my mother, there was no rest for the lustful.

Mum started with the sausages. This time there wasn't the tell-tale signs of discomfort but she still, obviously, struggled kept a straight face. It seemed like only microseconds had passed before the, now, tangy sausage was pressed flush against my tongue. Again, I couldn't put my finger on what that flavour was, it was almost like it was arid... something exotic... and yet I knew exactly what flavoured the meat. The moment I finished the sausage another one came. I began to think it was going to be a repeat of brunch, but after the second I saw my mother reach for one of the hard-boiled eggs. She rested the egg in her palm, before pressing it into her used butt. It was only a second before it disappeared inside her, before it reappeared. It seemed the egg was the limit this time. With its appearance and disappearance there was distinct push of breath and wince that mum couldn't hold in. Clearly, she was tight. I didn't even think about what I was eating, except that odd tangy flavour. With my eyes glued to her butt I watched time and time again as egg or sausage invade my mother.

I didn't catch quite what she had said, something about needing vegetables and health, before I saw her reach for long thin-ish carrot. Although she seemed nervous about this one, mum kept her conversation with Tammy flowing. Clutching the carrot in-hand it slowly disappeared into her butt. I could see it got progressively thicker as the carrot went further still. Eventually left with only a small stub at the end, mum had her eyes closed and gave a couple short breaths, she pulled it back out.

Flushed red, my mother's cheeks burnt with embarrassment. I ate the carrot down like I had the sausage and egg, but I could appreciate the depth that this carrot had travelled, this time. I kept visualising how deep into my mother the carrot had gone.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed or how many more, smaller, cucumber sticks I had had in the end but my cock was still solid as anything ever was. It wasn't until I saw mum and Tammy begin to move that I was snapped out of my trance. My mother slipped the pink gem, she had somehow kept hidden, back into her tight hole and flipped the hem of her dress back down.

... time for dish duty, I guess...