Go home

Having something better to do than watching her alumni getting publicly fucked and humiliated by a power-drunken new futa, Annabell headed to the bus stop. It was almost half-past one when she reached her house. Upon entering, she was greeted by a musky smell, and the source was rather obvious. On the floor, there was a horse cock-shaped dildo, so big that it could cause serious injury if used in an untrained body. All but the lowest few inches where sticky, showing that its last use was not long in the past. However, now it wasn't used, obviously. And that could only mean one of two things. First: her mother was not masturbating right now, and Annabell new very well that the boiling lakes in the fifth circle of hell would freeze before that would happen. Leaving only the second option.

"She bought a bigger one again?"

She headed to her mother's bedroom. On her way, she could already hear a buzzing sound.

So she went back to a motorized one? I don't even wanna know how much that had cost.

She opened the door. Her mother was laying on her bed spread-eagled, sweating and panting. Annabell lacked the vocabulary to describe the thing she had stuffed in her pussy in a justifying way. It was so thick and long that her stomach bulged up to a point not far under her ribcage, and the fact alone that it didn't hurt her showed just how trained her mothers vagina was. Two straps around her thighs kept it in place.

A few seconds passed before her mother noticed her.

"Oh, Bell", she said in a dreamy, orgasm-drunk voice. "Thank the seven princes you're here, I need your help."

"You definitely need help, but probably not the kind you think of."

"What? Ah, well, you see, this thing is awesome. But it entered some sort of cooldown mode and barely moves anymore. I dropped the remote, and a came so hard I can't move right now. Would you be a dear and turn the intensity up again?"

Annabell found a small remote laying on the ground. She picked it up and pressed the "out" button, stopping the buzzing noise.

"Huh? No, I said up."

"I'm making lunch, you join me today?", Annabell asked, ignoring her.

"I'm out of cum", her mother said past her question, but in a way also answering in a way. Namely with no.

Annabell sighted and went to the kitchen. Not like she didn't expect the answer, she just didn't want to give up hope. The "cum" her mother was talking about was a gooey liquid Annabell had started to cook when her mother refused to eat normal food. Due to its color and texture, it looked like cum, hence the name. And, well, that was kinda the idea.

It all had started when Annabell was seven years old. Up until then, her mother had been a good, loving parent. But then, a futa had broken into their home and **** her. And while futas weren't completely intangible in Germany, they would get away with almost everything besides **** as long as they could argue it to be part of a sexual act. Hence nobody could stop her from violating her mother for eight days straight until she had literally fucked her brainless. Ever since, sex was the only thing in her mother's mind. She masturbated 24/7 and even stopped going to work. Due to sheer luck, her mother was declared unfit for work, so their financial need got covered by her incapacitation insurance. Unfortunately, Annabell failed to also make her declared non compos mentis, so she couldn't stop her from buying expensive sex toys.

She turned on the stove and started to make her mother's "cum". It consisted of water, full sight flour, butter, milk, salt, protein powder, and lemon and lychee juice. It didn't taste good, but that didn't matter since her mother only ate it through a squirting dildo she deepthroated anyways, and it gave her the important nutrition.

While she cooked, Annabell hoped that her mother would - or as things looked right now, could - eat herself today.