You are barely conscious…

You drift in and out of consciousness. Mom holds you to her bosom and even manages to get her nipples to your mouth to feed you. She doesn’t cum.

You feel the pain subside slowly. It’s pure ****. You thought you could do it. You really did.

“Don’t be disappointed. Only a real birth canal is wide enough for me, and only after plenty of practice. You did so well,” she reassures you over and over…

*****

You wake up to a dull throb that slowly fades as you flex. What day is it? It’s dark out. Sunday?

“What…time…?”

You look down and see you are still impaled on Mom’s meat pole. Fuck. You run your hands over your curves. You have hips now, for sure.

“Sunday night. How do you feel?”

“Like I have a log in my…pussy…and starting to get horny and wondering…when you are going to give me a proper fucking…”

“Right now, if you want.” Mom leans back and your feet rise off the floor. “How’s that feel?”

“You are stirring up my insides with that thing!” You are suddenly your old self. Your butt hole flexes against the huge penis. Hunger…anal hunger…burns inside you. Mom starts bucking her hips at you, starting to bounce you up and down on her rod. That’s perfect. “Cum for me, Mommy. I’m so fertile!”

“Oh!” You hit her trigger and she blows.

You grind on her crotch as she quenches that fire deep inside your butt. You feel your belly filling with her pent up days worth of cum jelly. You cum as you stretch past your previous limit.

“Oh! Uggh…ahhh…” You both vocalize your completion. You look at each other. “Again,” you say in unison.