Fuck it...

Hormones raging, you look at the banana peel, down at your tented shorts, then back at the banana peel. Then, almost without thinking, you have your shorts down around your ankles and the peel wrapped around your aching, throbbing member.

As you rub the slick surface of the peel against yourself, you think about how only five minutes ago how this banana peel had been your mother, naked and begging you to eat her. You think about how you had transformed her and stimulated her helpless, tiny body until she had had an orgasm that literally split her open. You think about slipping her soft white body into your mouth, chewing her, swallowing her....

You cum into the banana peel that had been your mother, coating its already moist interior with your own juices.

You hold it around your cock for a moment more, then let it fall to the floor with a quiet splat. You leave it there while you pull up your shorts then wash up at the sink. When you are you done, you turn to contemplate your mother: reduced, dominated, consumed, degraded, soiled. You feel yourself begin to stir again.