In your dreams.

It feels like you're walking in loose sand. The ground seems to clutch and grab at your limbs as you stride purposelessly forward. You're walking through an undefined haze. The mist clings to your body as you go, making you feel sodden and dirty. When you fall you find you've stumbled upon a small island in the middle of a salt marsh on a moonless night. With only the dim lights of the stars you see the black form of a gargantuan tree that roots in place the precious collection of mud and desiccated leaves from many winters past that serves as your only dry land. A bitter wind howls through the marsh and you clutch your filthy clothes about yourself for warmth but find none in their clingy, wet embrace. You don't know how long you've been living like this.

You look to the tree, your only shelter. You can hear a voice you recognize as your mother's coming from within its black depths as you scramble toward its twisting roots and start to worm your way into the little caverns that open up between them where the soil has slumped down due to its unstable foundation in the marsh. Her voice calls to you from within it.

"Shh baby. Mommy's here." You feel warmth again finally as you enclose yourself in her roots. Deep inside her where you belong you finally feel relief from the endless misery without. "Mommy loves her little boy."

"I love you." You reply as you squeeze further and further into her black depths. It is dark but you are not afraid. Though the roots press around you and you find your movement more and more restricted you are not claustrophobic. Then from deep within the earth all about you, you see a light.

"This way sweetie." Your mother's voice comes again to beckon you onward toward the little pinprick in the void. You push and pull and squirm your way onward, your mother's voice cheering you on. "You can do it baby! Just a little further!"

"I can't mom!" You shout. "It's too tight!" You struggle for what feels like hours but the light never grows any closer.

"C'mon sweetie! Mommy's waiting." She says like she used to when you were a child and would procrastinate in the mornings causing you both to be late. Suddenly another voice, or rather, your mother's voice also, but different, cuts through the sound of your struggles and your mother's encouragements.

"Yes!" the other voice shouts. "Just like that! Deeper!"

"Keep pushing baby." The sweeter voice continues. "You're almost there." The other voice answers in an uncontrolled moan.

"Oh fuck. Yes! Yes! Deeper! Fuck! Fuck me!"

"Just a little more darling boy. Just a little further." The other voice grows louder as you struggle onward.

"Harder! Fuck me harder! Oh god!"

"Push harder baby. You can do it."

Finally you reach the light and see it is a long tunnel. The light that shines through almost blinds you as you approach it. The soothing voice of your mother fades as the screams and passionate wails of ecstacy of the other build to a feverish peak. As you enter the tunnel you feel rhythmic vibrations and the entire passage shakes as if the earth is quaking but the rhythm is steady and fast.

"Yes! Oh fuck, right there! Yes!"

Your eyes adjust to the light as you reach the end of the passage. Looking down you see a short drop to what seems like a hardwood floor in a gigantic room of some kind. You carefully lower yourself down and take a few steps away from what you believe is a wall. As you look around you realize you're in your mother's room and the passage through which you've just come appears to be the lock on her jewelry box which she keeps on the dressing table you now stand upon. Relative to you it's about the size of your high school. You don't have much time to process this however as your attention is drawn to the source of the rhythmic vibrations.

Two giant figures are leaning over the table above you. One is clearly your mother, naked, her gargantuan breasts swinging with each pulse that shakes the table and makes you unsteady on your feet. You look up gaping at her tight abs that clench to keep her steady with each powerful beat. Her face is pressed into the mirror that hangs above, hands palm down on either side of her head. Her shouts and moans fill the room and are almost defining to your tiny ears. Then you see him. Another form behind your mother's. He is taller than she is, and his thighs like two great tree trunks ripple with strength as he thrusts his huge pole in and out of your mother deep and hard. She screams and begs for me.

"Fuck me please! Ruin me! Shove that hard fucking cock so deep inside me I taste it! Fuck! Yes! Yes!" A loud crack makes you cover your ears finally as the figure behind slaps your mom's pillowy ass. You can hear it echo around the room as he begins to repeat the treatment in time to his thrusts. "Use me! Fuck me and **** my ass 'til I can't sit down! I'm yours! I'm your fucking whore!"

The figure giving your mother what must be the best fuck of her life finally turns its face toward you. You see the same cold sneer and the same eyes full of sadistic glee that you used to see when your lunch money was stolen, when you lost your first tooth after being kicked in the face, and when that brutal, evil voice said 'you got two choices, I can break your arm or you can drink my piss.' This gigantic Chris is leering down at you while fucking the very sanity out of your gargantuan mother as her wails of encouragement degenerate into moans and grunts of animal lust. Without warning, her hand leaves the mirror and seeks the table top for balance. It's coming right down on top of you. You're sure it will crush you. Your bones will splinter and crack as they're turned to powder by the sudden weight pressing down on you and your skin will burst open like a popped pimple. You cower, awaiting this grim end.