What is going on?

I stare at my Mom in front of me and can't keep my eyes front wondering over her body before I can get some control back and look into her face.

The expression on her face looks stern, but not sincerely so. Almost as if she was just playing stern, there was some underlying excitement in her features and I was a bit frightened by that.

I finally pulled myself together and asked: "What is going on?"

Mom took a moment to think about how to answer while still caressing my belly with her left hand. "Well right now you are being punished for not telling me the truth. Oh and I would suggest that you get going a bit faster with your questions, we have a lot to do."

She then held up the rubber balloon in her right hand and started to squeeze it. I immediately felt the effect it had as the tip of the dildo buried deep in my pussy started to bulge out and expand, putting even more pressure on my cervix.

When she was finishing squeezing the balloon I was moaning loudly, no longer able to hold back my voice. The whole tip of the dildo had expand, but I still had to keep my butt hole tense as not to let go of all that water inside my bowels. Once I got my senses back together I had to think of what to ask her next because I was not going to be able to stand this for long. My pussy was being stretched where it has never been stretched before, and the pressure inside my bowels was almost too much to hold back.

Ok, get it together, you can do this.

"But why are you pushing my like this?"

" Oh the Sex-stuff, well that is actually not the punishment. That is just part of your training to get you ready. The punishment is that I am forcing it and completely controlling you until tomorrow. " Mom answered completely nonchalantly.

And then she did it again, squeezing that balloon and sending me closer to losing it. I was unsure of what would happen first, would I just lose control of my butt and make a huge mess or would I cum first by having my pussy stretched and then lose all control over my bowels and make a huge mess.

But I had to know what she meant by that and at this point I was unable to stop myself from just asking everything at once.

" What do I have to get ready for? What do you mean by controlling me? What do we still have to do? Why is all of this happening? What is wrong with you?"

Mom looked at me with a wicked expression, and I could see that this little outburst was just what she had been waiting for.

"5 Questions at once, oh you must be brave. Well how about I make you a deal, instead of slowly answering every questions on there own and then pumping you up one by one,I could give you 3 fast pumps up front and then give you an actual explanation instead of simple answers." She offered while rolling the balloon in her hand with actually squeezing it.