With the Punishment, Time for Some Even Better Payback

The ride back home wedged inside my mum's dirty ass and pussy with no escape was hell. What made it worse was her perpetual gas filling my entire being.

When we got home mom went straight to her room and started taking off her jeans. THANK GOD! I thought, as I could feel cool fresh air bathe my back, she's going to change me out for a new pair and wash me. But no, to my horror, she removed her jeans and started pulling on her skin tight yoga pants. Not only did these **** my senses to become overloaded by immediate contact with my mom's current state of unwashed filth, as they wedged me tight against her butt hole and between her labia, but also with the stale and expired filth and sweat from previous exercise. Mom only washed her yoga pants twice a year: once on the first of Jan and then on the first of June. She did Yoga at least every two days if not every day and it was the first of May today!

Mom went back down to the living room and put a DVD in the player. She was wiping her filth all over me as she bent over and straightened again. Then three hours of hell began as she went through every single yoga exercise in the DVD.

Once the DVD had ended, she went to the kitchen and grabbed herself a beer before heading back into my room and sitting down hard on my desk chair. She started to relax, crushing my already beaten and bruised existence. She finished her beer and finally started to strip her yoga pants off, letting out one last toxic and wet shart into my senses before she finally took me off too.

Holding me up to her face, she examined me closely. "Whoops!" She giggled sadistically, "It seems like I really put you through the wringer huh? Still now you have some experience of how fearsome my ass is, you should develop some healthier interests! If only for your own safety!"

She flung me onto my own bed and started typing something on my computer. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom and get cleaned up now babe, I'll BRB" as my body started to tingle again. Yes! My mom actually said BRB! She was hipper than I thought!

I had finally regained my body and had suitably puked my guts up by the time she returned. Seeing my state her look of smug satisfaction turned to one of shock, horror and crippling guilt. "Oh baby! Are you OK? I'm so sorry..."

I grimaced in pain and managed to rasp out "that was intense mom! Way too intense! You do know punishment is supposed to fit the crime right? You'd better prepare yourself, because it's my turn now!" I painfully got off my bed and went over to my computer and started typing.

As I finished typing, a pop-up appeared on screen saying, “WARNING: This transformation may cause irreversible mental trauma to the subject! Is this OK?”

I clicked “Yes” before turning to look at Mom, saying, “You’ll get your punishment tomorrow morning Mom.”

She nodded before hurrying out of my room, with me smiling as I knew what was about to happen next.