Bananagasm

As you thrust in past your first knuckle, you feel the banana writhe. White gooeyness pushes out around your finger and the laundry room is filled with the intense smell of banana.

You mother's body goes completely rigid, strains for a moment then...

...splits open.

Where once was a tiny slit is now a massive cleft, from one of her tips to the other, revealing the soft, white flesh beneath.

Her arms and legs go limp. Her face, split in two by the explosion of her sex, shows only bliss.

Gently, hands shaking with excitement, you tweak her lower tip, pulling it down and out of the way, allowing the end of her soft white interior to protrude. Slowly, tentatively, you touch you tongue against her.

Flavor floods your senses. She tastes so good. Your reserve fades and you take a small bite, chew, and swallow.

Delicious.

Her ruined body twitches.

With that twitch, it's as if the floodgates open and you are wolfing her down, cramming her into your mouth, exalting in the exquisite experience.

When the fervor fades, you find yourself standing in the laundry room with a massive hard-on, your body shaking, holding the empty banana skin that was once your mother.