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Spending Mother's Day with Mrs. Parr: Recut	By : TimedWatcher Category: +G through L > Incredibles, The Views: 23843 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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January 1st
With tears in his eyes, her meaty cock lozenge tickled his throat, the sound of a muffled gag that he forced back down, not wanting to cough it up or spit her out, as he knew what she would do if she wasn't pleased with his mouth.
"Then what did Violet do, sweetie?"
Like a giant submarine sandwich, he barely managed to withdraw it from his gullet, both of his hands propping it up as he let out a gasp, trying to gain back his breath. "And then Violet..."
He placed himself back into that horrifying scene, like a specter possessing himself.
He stepped in, the door slamming shut behind him, making sure no one could see them; a sense of shame overwhelming him. His fingers interlocked behind his head. What could he say? What could he do? Part of him wanted to rush Violet down and wring his hands around that doll-like neck of hers. Another, just told him to get out of there while he still could.
"You got here just in time, because I'm about to bust open this little homewrecker." Violet dropped Cindy like a bad habit, as spit followed in a trail from her cock which quickly broke off as the abused girl landed in a heap, her face plastered in drool, now an empty look in her eyes.
Violet strode over to him, beaming with wide eyed self assuredness, like nothing she had been doing was wrong, then wafted around him like a sultry aroma. "And you-" she placed a hand on his shoulder "get to watch." He looked at her with grim death. "Aw, don't worry. I'll be quick." Violet pulled him into her chest for a hug, swaying with him.
He felt like he took a knife to the heart.
But it was actually her erection pressing into his stomach, sandwiching between them, leaving a stain on his shirt and her pink sweater.
Violet then took him by his reluctant hand, leading him like he were a scared child at a wake who was unwilling to look inside the casket, yet Cindy was still quite lively, her breathing rapid as she started to gain ground again; her hand crawled through the air towards him, which the bottom barefoot of Violet's met, pushing it away from him.
A long black strand fell in the middle of Violet's face. "What. Did I. Tell you?"
Cindy reeled, before she called his name for help.
He refused to meet Cindy's gaze.
As Violet pounced onto her, he could see the peachy young clam of Cindy's was already beat up, with irritated red lips and a messy leak of Violet's seed, as Violet kicked her bare and spaghetti legs apart again. Violet licked her slender fingers in a lurid, almost insulting display, before she jammed her two middle digits into her young lips. Something about seeing that part of her in that state sent him into a seething spiral as Violet fingered her. "God, fucking you was great before - but now having my boyfriend watch?" Throwing back her long dark hair, Violet made a noise like an animal, something between a chortle and a howl, before she fell on top of Cindy, looking absolutely insane as she did so. "It's gonna be magic." Violet licked away some of Cindy's fear driven tears away.
Violet raised back up, a grace to it, as she removed her hand, and moved to penetrate Cindy with a guiding hold of her penis. Inch by inch, Cindy grit her teeth harder as she ran the back of her head into the rug every which way she could. That sneer from before left Violet, relief now hitting her face as soon as she was fully inside Cindy.
As she started humping Cindy, he wondered. Was Cindy just playing the victim or was she actually one? They were of a similar twiggy bodytype, yet Violet handled her like how Helen used him.
He had tried to keep himself out of it; be the observer to a crime - but he couldn't. He placed himself in a 69 position above Cindy, but didn't seek his own pleasure, instead, he was enthralled by what he saw; his nose mere inches from where they conjoined, a moistness radiating with recurring squishes, as Violet became a lumbering beast in how she piledrived into Cindy. Cindy tried to squirm away, but Violet pulled her back in by her hips every single time she did; her shaft splitting Cindy in two.
That was his plot of land to seed, not Violet's.
Yet his anger never grew and directed itself at Violet, but instead, it made him lose respect for Cindy, who seemingly did nothing to protect her chastity. If Cindy had any fortitude, Violet would be on the floor with a bloody nose, instead, it was Cindy on her back. Was it his job to prevent this? He didn't think so. In fact, he wanted to punish Cindy for not being faithful, and that tool of punishment was represented by Violet's cock.
And the final, worst part of himself... he actually liked what he saw, as the pale rod violated the poor girl's snatch.
He couldn't stand it any longer.
He pushed on Violet's thin and skinny navel, her sopping member leaving the slit with a pop, as he dove down closer, the heat of Cindy's pussy hot, almost burning his chin, but he ignored it, instead, focusing on Violet's cock, as her high pitched moans of ecstasy were now because of him, and not Cindy; her hands now on his head, becoming claw gripped to his scalp.
A cold thought permeated his chamber, as the warmth of Violet's cum splattered his throat:
Cindy would have been better off if she never knew him.
Light crawled across the ceiling, the source of it coming from the driveway. "Crap! Her parents! Let's go!" She nearly tore the cuff off his shirt wrenching him from the scene, but even when he was well into the kitchen, he couldn't tear himself away from what he was seeing, which was of a huddled Cindy, her face hidden, chin stuck to her naked shoulder.
But Violet was stronger, and so were her words. "You want to get blamed for this!? Come ON!" He finally agreed, flying with her out the back door and down some cement steps. Violet ran to the wooden fence, a gate installed for easy access for trash. She slid the lock open, flinging him out, then closed it behind them. Violet then jumped up and reached over, putting it back with a click.
Violet dropped, then took his hand and ran him through a gravelly alleyway. Stones and snow crunched underneath his feet as her hair zig zagged.
He wanted justice for Cindy, and there was only one woman he could think of that could do that...
And that's why he was now on his knees in front of Helen...
"Violet!" She called for her daughter, looking off and away. The daughter from hell did appear, like she had been standing out there in the hallway listening already. "Is what he saying true?"
She responded in a teenaged 'well duh' sorta way. "Yeah...?" Violet seemed genuinely worried.
Helen squeezed Violet's ass. "That's my girl." Relief hit Violet's features, as her anxiety turned into a sinister smile, and he could already tell he'd have to make room for two in his mouth.
February 10th
'What in the... heck.' He almost thought the bad one, but he was about to start busting out the four letter cusswords as he stared an empty hole into the space where his bike used to be, hoping to somehow make it reappear from sheer force of will alone.
He had already ran inside to ask his mom if she had moved it by accident, and that wasn't it, as even though she was the one who got it for him, she didn't even remember he even had a bike. He even tried to retrace his steps from last night, thinking his memory was faulty. Moving with a phantom vehicle at his side, he made the motion of parking it, then stepped back on the grass, framing the scene. It had been there, and now it's not. There was only one conclusion he could come to:
He had to walk to school today.
Walking to school wasn't the worst thing. Thirty five minutes tops without the bike. He was already up a block thinking about things, specifically who might have been responsible. His side of the street was mostly empty, but he waved a few times at the opposing foot traffic on the other sidewalk, making mental notes of possible suspects; guys and girls he knew from last year were going to the Jesus school now. That wasn't the name, obviously, but that was as clever as kids his age got. 'Wouldn't they be on the bike?' was the question he kept asking himself. It made sense, but maybe they were smarter than that...
He turned at a curb, head forward, as the sound of a familiar car crept up behind him, pulling into someones parking space in front of their house, then coming to a stop. Without moving from her seat, the passenger door opened for him.
She beamed, happy to see him. He was anything but. "Let me give you a ride. Might catch a cold otherwise." He looked up and around himself - there wasn't an ounce of snow or even a wind chill. Even the trees were starting to get green again. "Come on. I don't bite. You know that better than anyone..." He wanted to scream or shout a no at her and run, but instead, he stood looking dumbly. She lowered her giant angled, black sunglasses, with the white plastic rims that covered the whole of her eyes. "You wouldn't want Violet to pay Cindy another visit, would you?"
His blood ran cold. "No, please, I'll get in."
The side of her lip raised as he climbed into the spider's den, shutting himself in with the black widow. "You're at least smart enough to know I'm not bluffing. I like that." In her presence, he felt like he was putting on bondage rather than just putting on his seat belt.
The drive was fast, which didn't feel right for such a quiet neighborhood; not to mention unsafe, his chest tightening at certain velocities. Then he realised why as they went past his school. His nose pressed against the glass, as his finger tapped, pointing. "Hey hey HEY!" He saw Violet for a moment before she was just a dot in the rearview.
Things started to get unrecognizable. Far away from home and even his school, he panicked a little. What if she just left at the side of the road? He only knew some of this area.
They had stopped at an intersection, just two cars they had to wait for, and in that time, he tried to confront her. "Mrs. Parr, I have to go to school. Please turn around."
Throwing her shades onto the dashboard, she leaned back, placing an elbow near the headrest of her seat. "What are you going to do about it?"
He was quiet the rest of the way, as this shemale shedevil drove him to hell.
That hell turned out to be a motel nearly across town.
Parking it, she threw off her belt in a rush to get to him, as he sat in a stupor, watching her circle around like a shark, only then thinking about maybe taking off, as then his door launched open, and she stood there, blocking the only way out. Luring him out of the car with a pull, he felt strung along like he were her puppet; a job designation he couldn't exactly argue with considering all he had done for her, or more accurately, all that she had done to him. Looking back once more at the car and in the trunk, he could then see the sun reflecting off his bike in a blinding ray. He wanted to stomp down and drag himself to a stop, but she was too powerful, whipping him forward and keeping him at a consistent pace beside her.
There were only a few cars around, but maybe somebody would hear him. "Hel-" His call for help ended rather quickly, as she raised his hand and slapped the back of his wrist. He stared at the red splotch in shock; her hand could be so soft and gentle, and then it just sliced through the air and left a smarting feeling. He looked up to her, about to well with tears, but she had this look, a need for something only he offered, so much so that any face he could make her way would be routinely ignored.
As she unlocked the door, he just wiped his eyes before letting out a slow release of venting steam.
As soon as it was closed, away from prying eyes, she pushed him up against the wall, his shoulders locked down firmly, as she lowered herself down to his level. Her head rolled, a smug look, maybe expecting him to suddenly turn away at the last minute, tracking his movements.
Then she lunged right into him, stealing a kiss. Every time he tried to swim opposite her current, she was on his trail, following. The back of his head could feel old paint peel away in chips as he did.
The arms that had held him, extended out, as she hurled him onto the bed opposite the wall. He sat up, eye level with her groin, he could already see the massive imprint inside her tight pants halfway down her thigh. He didn't see her with it in the car, so she must have had it under control all that time. Her gigantic cock jumped forth, wobbling back and forth beneath her button up, her hand popping the bottom most one, so her cock didn't touch her shirt, possibly worried about the two making contact, the swaying triangle shape it created like a now opened present, like the worst Valentine's day gift ever given.
It was now situated in front of his face, the aroma intoxicating. He lifted it, staring down this long bridge of meat. Since that Christmas, he had done this a few more times, but even so, it was still something he didn't look forward to.
So why was he cradling it between his fingers, staring at it with a hypnotized glaze, admiring the sheen of sweat that had accumulated from her girth down to her sagging, heavy balls.
"Give it a nibble, hun." It wasn't at full mast just yet, as the foreskin was still a little droopy, but he had seen it like that before, and it would wrap snugly around the bulbous purple helmet she wielded, able to be pulled farther back, either out of practice or her powers. His tongue played with the loose skin, a hint of urine hiding in the folds. The color reminded him of gum, and he wanted to chew the flesh colored skin like gum - but he obviously didn't do that - the taste was disgusting.
"Ooooh, I love it when you do that... now open wide." He did as she commanded, as her fat cock breached past the castle wall defense of teeth, a feeling he was sad to say he was used to. At this point, he was on autopilot. He had no say, only looking up to an excited Elastimom using his mouth, as her face went through various changes. From simple twinkles of her nose, to open mouthed pleasure. Then it looked like she was about to sneeze, and he knew she was about to cum. He held on to her thick thighs, prepared, as she exploded; the wave of ejaculation bouncing from his tongue and down his throat, causing him to cough once, but overcoming the spell.
Hand on her heavy stones, and another on that trunk of hers, he yanked her out, with no trace of it except what was in his mouth, which he gulped down. Despite how great it felt to swallow that warm, foamy, white cream of hers, he dread what was to come next. "Now take off those pants, mister." Any other hot mom, he would have jumped at the chance. With Helen though, it felt like he was rubbing salt on himself before she opened a wound as he stripped before her. It just didn't have the same appeal as if he had done it in front of Cindy. It was a punishment before another punishment. He fought with his pants, falling onto the bed to work on his belt. Helen 'helped him', pulling on those pantlegs, leaving him bare, as she flung them over her shoulder, still holding him up in the air. "Wait, please, shouldn't you-" Helen paid no mind to his protests, her hands easily supporting his ass, bringing him up towards her reviving growth, a hunger in her eyes; her pillar of flesh dangling above his sensitive entry-point. She didn't lick him or even spit on him, before lowering him down.
He brought his hands down against the bed. "Ssss-ahh!-guh." His face contorted, the pain unbearable.
"Don't clench so much - you won't like how it feels." She chided like the know-it-all mother she was. Her soft hands searched his body in an attempt to soothe him, but she could already see that wasn't helping.
Helen pinned his knees down, his feet by his head. Struggling felt painful on his neck, unable to even wriggle, so he just tried to lay there and take it. He could hear her ass clap, her speedy, relentless fucking sending him into writhing spasms, his jaw locked and unable to close, and he could only see one thing as he was railroaded: Helen with a determined expression. Things went in and out like a flash, and before he knew it, he could feel her cum all over inside himself, from his tastebuds to his guts, rolling around his insides in a sloshing feeling. It was so damn gross feeling.
Helen looked down. "Did you cum?" She asked him in a breathy gasp, a bead of sweat rolling off her nose.
The question caught him off guard, unsure of how he should respond, concerned of what she might do, either from telling the truth or if she found out he was lying. "No, Mrs. Parr..." His voice shaky.
While he laid there at his most broken, he watched her climb over him on her palms. Nearly sinking into the void she created by laying down onto the bed next to him, the bed coils squeaked as she positioned herself on her back. She smacked each of her fat ass cheeks, which wobbled, before she pried herself apart with clawed hands, some cheek pouring through each finger; her hole open and spread, her heavy legs like rabbit ears, as she pointed her feet towards the ceiling in a V shape, a hint of athleticism to it, as they must have been heavy to hold up like that for as long as she did, as he stood there gawking. "Climb aboard."
"R-r-really?" He didn't want to sound like the pathetic wretch she probably saw him as, but he couldn't deny that he had wanted a piece of her big ass ever since he had seen her. She just nodded with a grin. He got up off the bed, his knees buckling, and nearly falling over, her orgasm nearly sending him into hysterics. He bumped into her legs, holding onto them like they were trees for support. Even laying down, she towered over him. Her cock acted as a natural barrier between him and her, that 8 inch python with its fat middle that now rested in a lazy semi-hard lump on top of her glistening sack, ready to rise up and strike - but he was indeed foolhardy enough to play near it.
It had been awhile since he thought of his own pleasure, but once he saw her pink rectum, surrounded by dark tissue, between two pale hams, all insecure thoughts faded, and he jumped inside her.
Satisfaction.
That was all he had wanted, and now he was getting it.
Despite all the sex he had with them, he still felt like a virgin, and all his pent up aggression was coming out now. Her once heavy body was nothing in his hands now and even she seemed surprised at first at the way he retook her, but she eventually fell into the groove of accepting his more violent thrusts. She even encouraged it, as he felt both her hands on his contracted backside, her raised arms pressing her bust together into swelling looking melons. "Cum into mommy." She repeated over and over in a cultish haze, her voice low and hissing. It was like she was casting a hex on him, resulting in a dizzied perception. Her teeth now bit into her lower lip as she bellowed a witchy cackle; a single strand broke away from her usually perfect hair, a sheen of sweat having formed.
All while this happened, her cock crawled backwards up through the middle of her breasts and up to her mouth in an expert fashion, like she had done this before. Like it were a strangers, she kissed it and teased it like she did to him in his fantasies. It was a striking visual, as her tongue was able to manage swirling the whole thing, right down to the frenulum on the other side. With closed eyes, she pressed it against her tongue, almost looking like a fleshy apple she was about to consume.
And then it went in.
Helen sucked herself off while he fucked her ass. "SLRP-SLLLP-SKK" She made enthusiastic sucking noises, which were hard to ignore. It seemed like he could go fast, he could go slow, maybe he could stop himself entirely, as she seemed obsessed with it, cock hungry, but only for herself.
And he couldn't blame her
As he fucked her, he let himself fall forward onto her, as he began to lick the underside of her extended pole, creating between them sandwich, with her cock tube as the filling. God, imagine being fucked by this thing at its fullest extension - which he realised then how frustrating it must have been for Helen to have this and not being able to use it properly. No wonder she was so off and on again crazy...
But that didn't explain Violet.
Then it seemed like she lost control, like a tentacle now raping her face, as Helen's eyes widened, an uncharacteristic expression to say the least, her throat expanding. Even he somewhat stopped his motions, unsure if he might have to perform CPR on her if this continued. Then spunk started trickling out the corners of her lips; the thick cockhead she had stuffed down her esophagus was spraying load after load, chipmunking her cheeks, before her mouth burst open, with jizz flying down her chin. It looked like he got a taste of her own medicine.
Yet...
He joined her in cleaning up the mess, slurping up her tasty semen from her chin and part of her neck. "Goood boooy." He could feel the vibration from her throat as she said it with passionate fury, encouraging him to finish. He unleashed deep inside the mature woman's asshole, his last stabs in utter desperation for a point inside Helen he couldn't reach, as his pathetic sounding whimpers began eking out along with his last few drops inside her. Helen let him lay atop her flabby belly, her hand combing through his hair. He could feel her cock becoming normal sized again, which was still way too big.
In a mirror nearby, he could see himself small and warped, as if he were younger and being carried by her.
February 11th
He awoke, frightened. His dream had been a pleasant one, but he had just heard his name being called ever so sweetly. Like a ghost was trying to talk to him.
She at least had a similar complexion.
Seeing Violet absolutely frightened him, but no blanket cover could hide away this demoness. "How'd you get..." He stopped his question, remembering her powers.
"Some of your windows don't have a lock." Violet leaned in. "Could I... sleep here?"
His crusty, half lidded eyes opened as much as they could. He took a moment, still trying to wrap his tired head around what was happening, as he finally repositioned near the edge, exposing himself to a hint of cold by opening up the blanket like he was flashing her.
She sat down, bending forward to get off maybe her socks or shoes. Once his initial weariness wore off though, he then realised what was going to happen:
"We are not having sex in my house when I am dog tired!" Despite being the one inviting her into his bed, he spoke in a whiny, angry, whisper. He knew he had to be sleepy, because he would have never snipped at Violet like he was doing now if he was more cognitive.
"Understood." Violet slid onto her side, pulling up one of the covers.
He propped himself on his elbow, getting a better look at her; her face looking towards the door, eyes shut. "I mean it."
"Yes. I get it."
There was a extended pause. "We're not having sex!" Violet had stopped responding at that point, but he was still alert, hackles raised. Worse than being scared of someone because of what they might do, was being scared of someone because you knew what they were capable of, and he had seen Violet's savagery first hand.
Eventually, the minutes grew long, and his caution of her subsided as he sunk back into the bed. He focused on her long mane of raven hair, his blinks becoming slower and slower
February 11th, 9:45am
Her locker shut.
"Sorry about last night." She turned to him, books now clutched to her stomach. He could see the expression in her lips subtly changing again and again, trying to find the words, squeezing her school work closer to her chest, her head tilting down and to the side. "I didn't mean to think you were gonna..."
"It's not your fault... I was really imposing myself on you anyway." She pushed back some hair behind her ear, her features blushing a little. "Plus I've... never given you a reason to trust me."
"So will you be coming again? I can be prepared this time..." He folded his arms with a bit of a smirk. "If you know what I mean..."
Violet bounced on her toes then back onto her heels in front of him. "I'll think about it."
The rest of the school day was a blur for him, as he rushed home in anticipation for tonight. He couldn't stop himself from counting down the minutes until her arrival, so he kept himself busy. He washed his sheets and scrubbed himself extra hard in the tub. He even thought of opening a window for her, but that seemed a bit too desperate. He even went to bed early, squirming like a worm with all the energy he had.
Then it happened. The near-silent click of the door, opening and closing, only audible if you really listened for it, then a slow rustling through the dark, in case there was something to accidentally step on. He made sure there wasn't. He anticipated her touchdown.
His bed then sunk in a way that Violet could never be the cause of. Panic rushed adrenaline through his system as he shot up to meet the stranger, only to come face to face with Helen Parr. He withheld a scream, as he sputtered out starts of words. Did she even know where he lived?
Helen Parr was naked in his room, and that carefully orchestrated housewife hairdo was replaced with something more wild, with some of it cowlicked in front of one eye, obscuring it. "Ooooh ho... what do ya think?"
And that... that wasn't Helen's voice.
She sounded mischievous as she spread open her thighs, exposing that monster of Helen's. "I sometimes think mine is good enough, but nothing compares to my mothers." She waved it around like a baseball bat, whapping him in the face several times, which he tried to get away from, but she twisted his ear and pulled him back down.
"V-V-V-Violet? W-w-what happened?" He was half curious, half delaying the inevitable.
"Some creep did this to us... but I really should be thanking him." She showed off each individual finger like they were water, before squeezing a fist. "You know, I was gonna leave you alone for the rest of the week as a way of saying sorry about what mom did to you at the motel, but when I got my body switched with her, I couldn't let this opportunity go to waste. They're already working on putting us back in our normal bodies." She rested the base of it on his face, the length of it clearing past his facial region entirely. "So let's have a good time together, okay?" He nodded underneath her long casted shadow, feeling the skin to skin contact on his eyelid and her sweaty cock.
"Seriously, check it out." Violet really made the older woman move and sound like a teenaged girl. She swung it left, and to the right. He saw the full spectrum of its swollen and flexible nature - he just needed the viewmaster now. Violet then two-handed it like she was about to start strumming it.
"Maybe you could put that thing down, and we could... talk."
She wagged her head impishly. "Nuh-uh." Violet started a slow jerking of Helen's bulbous penis, a threatening menace to her actions, her nose lowering, her eyes evil.
The adult frame strength of Helen flipped him over easily, his nose dug into his pillow.
His pajama pants came down easily with a single fingered tug. He thrust forward, as if that would protect him.
*SMACK*
He jumped. "Spread 'em." He reached back, doing as told. "Ptoo." He could feel wetness at his soon to be entrance. She at least was willing to do that for him.
Hand on his shoulder, she pressed it down. "AH! Ghhhhah..." It... it sorta helped.
"Oh my god, nngh, how did you, hngh... fit this thing inside you?" She palmed his ass wide, trying to keep him open. "You okay over there?"
"Uh huh!" His muffled response through his pillow.
The peaking head left him, a moment of solace. "Ptooey." He could hear her slickening herself with several fast strokes, the skin of her cock sounding wet. "Whew, oh my god, trying to do people with this thing is a pain." She patted down his ass
"Breurgh... yeah." He tried to agree with Violet, hoping to uplift the mood of his sodomy, but she gave his ass a few patting swats for that. Either she didn't want him to talk or hated that it was in some way a compliment of her mother.
"Okay, I think I got it!" Her pudgy stomach pressed down his lower back, her mammaries swaying on his spine, which was the only good part to say the least, as she found herself knocking at his backdoor.
"No, wai-aaaaaagh! Fuck."
Her hands pawed over his shoulders. "Shhhh... relax." The bed moved with her, creating a momentum in her screwing. His body would move forward, and then back naturally onto her dick. Like he wanted it, which drove her on even more, as she picked up the pace.
If Violet was in this position, it would have been fine... no, he meant that... not that he would be fine with taking her dick, but the part where she was laying on him - but because it was Helen's body? It hurt like hell. Her knees crushed down on his, her ankles wrapping around his like a vine, ensuring there was no escape.
Heavy sounding slaps rained louder and louder every time she pumped him, those balls almost as psychologically effective as her meaty organ, with uncomfortably close breathing near his ear to go with it, like Violet was some sort of psycho.
Okay, so she was a psycho... but she was his psycho.
"Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum." She reached her hands underneath his armpits, pulling him back, as she led into kisses from his neck and onto his face, forcing him into a sloppy kiss, his neck cranked. He moaned into her mouth, feeling her fill him to the brim while bottoming out.
Violet stirred him up a bit, like she was churning her cum into butter, before sliding herself out. "Darn, no wonder you like being with my mom so much - that was fun." She said with a breathy happiness to it, but it belied a phoniness.
With her hot seed still steaming out, he crawled onto his side. "But... I don't like being with your mother. I just want it to be like old times, back before she got involved..."
"Liar." The way she said it and let it linger, chilled him to his bone. "Look." She grabbed a hold of his manhood. "You came because of her. I never made you do this." Casting him aside, Violet looked away, dejected, as she hid Helen's waning penis between her knees.
Maybe she was right...
February 14th
The station wagon came to a stop near him. He leaned in over the already rolled down window, as he whispered over to her. "Helen, is that you?"
She gave him a knowing smile. "Who else could it be, dear?"
That was a relief. "Uhm, Mrs. Parr..." He had been meaning to ask this for awhile. He eyed the back of the vehicle several times with a squint, the sunlight hitting him. "Is it possible that I could get my bike back now? It's been a long week."
"Sure." Thank god. "If... you spend Valentine's with me." Rats.
"Right now?" She leaned over the wheel, nudging her neck slightly. "But my mom-"
"It's a one time offer..." He sighed, getting in with her, noticing a sickly sweet scent as he put on his belt. That new car freshener needed to lose its smell already.
Helen drove with haste to the street she lived on. He could only worry about what it was she had planned, but maybe it was just a simple date... yeah. He could see that. She could be tired of tearing him in half, and would need a break. What better way to do that than just... feeding him, like a typical mom thing to do. He didn't want to think too far ahead, but he might even get a good meal this morning.
She parked them in the already open garage, clearly having planned ahead, as he waited for some sort of instruction.
Helen reached down past her knees, as she pulled up her floral patterned house dress with exposed arms, which was an unusual look for her, but it all made sense why she wore it once it was up to her crotch:
Nearly the whole of her eight incher was covered in gooey chocolate, and he could see the cut off point where it stopped, just at the start of where it would be impossible to fit her balls comfortably in whatever bucket she had used to achieve the effect. The sickly sweet smell returning in full force, hitting him with a hint of swampiness as well. Brown lines ran sticky as she pulled it off her left thigh, a smear of a stain remaining, holding it up and offering it to him like it were a spoon covered in cake batter, ready to be licked clean by a helpful son.
"I'm not-" He didn't have any say so, as she rammed it in his mouth, possibly worried about the lumpy dark drizzle dripping off. "Rrk-rk-rlk". The combination taste made him retch, as he gagged, swallowing dry feeling lint that came from the interior of the dress.
Helen's heaving bosoms rolled along with her neck, as she exhaled a snicker watching him. "Tastes better than the usual chocolate you lick off me, doesn't it?"
She let up a bit for him to answer, as he winced with her still in his mouth. "Yesth"
He had to correct himself, a thought he had from earlier in the week:
THIS was the worst Valentine's day gift ever given.
He spent the next hour sucking her off, and she didn't cum once, but it was at least clean now. He even made sure to get the blotch on her leg. He dropped her log and held his tired jaw like he had sprained it. "Can I go to school now?"
"You may."
"What?"
"You may go to school."
Whatever...
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Spending Mother's Day with Mrs. Parr: Recut