Spending Mother's Day with Mrs. Parr: Recut

BY : TimedWatcher
Category: +G through L > Incredibles, The
Dragon prints: 16936
Disclaimer: I do not own The Incredibles, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

"Mom! I'm going to Violet's!" He waited for that usual response as he ran down the stairs.

No response.

She must have still been at work.

He ran over to the fridge, grabbing a hanging pen. He thought of what to write for a second before popping the top, as he then scribbled something against the mini erase board.

"Went... To... Violet's..."

As he pulled on the plastic leash, springing the pen back, he never figured he'd be the one leaving a note like this. Usually it'd be his mom leaving an explanation on how to cook dinner. 'Yes mom, I know not to burn the house down.' He looked to the stove top despite having already eaten earlier, his focus not on the gauges or knobs.

8:43. Not much time left.

Opening the front, he was about to throw up his hoodie, then stopped short outside the door frame as he didn't hear the sound of water trickling in a pitter patter. Holding out his hand revealed that the rain had stopped awhile ago. The aftermath of the rain leaving only everything it could land on drenched in the recent bout of bad weather going on.



He turned, looking back into the house. If that was his mom calling, she would see the note when she got back and wouldn't freak out over a missed a call.

If she was being reasonable today.

Clicking the lock in the door, he slammed it shut - the sound of the phone growing more and more distant before the only sound that remained was between his shoes and the wet grass. The dark overcast and his unlit backyard did little in preventing him from getting his bike however; the side of the shed was where he usually stashed it, and even though he was sure the roof of the shack would have prevented the rain from touching it, he still swiped a finger over the seat.

Bone dry.

He gripped both handles, steering it as he walked side by side with it, the familiar click of it as he mowed over the moist lawn until he hit the cement path where his mom usually parked the car; that's where and when he took to it. Initially free handing it while pumping the pedals, the downward momentum had him regaining control before he hit the street, turning slightly as he drove towards a curb across the street that brought him up again, before he set his sights on his neighbour's dirt hill. Increasing speeds, he slowed just for a second as he rode off the thing, before bouncing in water that had pooled near a sewer grate, sending it all in an upward splash he narrowly managed to avoid.

He felt like this smile on his face would never go away.

He relaxed, one handing it as he peddled a bit slower. Something seemed different than the times he usually did this for fun, but couldn't figure out why. Then he made it past a three way intersection without having to stop to check, he knew then

No traffic

He had never noticed before how free he felt, to feel like you owned wherever you went. Not to mention that skitter of water his wheels would scare up was strangely satisfying. He wondered why he had never done this more often.

A booming crack came from above, and as he reflexively turned to look up to the sky, a stiff droplet hit him right beneath his right eye, causing him to rapidly blink, as he jammed his foot into the ground, stopping himself dead still.

He could only think back to how he got himself into this mess.


Upturning his knapsack, he let his book bag spill out onto his bed. Books, pencils and weird crumbs of plastic landed all over.

His scattershot approach to finding what he needed in this pile of a mess seemed incomprehensible, but as he pulled and pushed the pieces like a puzzle, it all seemed to come together as he found what he was looking for.

He threw the heavy math book onto its spine, bouncing it open and letting it land before he started flipping it towards page 177, a page that had been bookmarked by his work book.

Trig was killing him, but he needed to finish up for tonight, cause nothing was going to ruin his weekend.

You'd normally think 'come on, some incomplete homework wouldn't hurt anybody', but Mr. Horshbourne liked to mess with the students if they didn't complete the work or hand in everything, and he had one simple method:

He doubled it.

Just the thought of a weekend alone with this stuff made him shudder. Picking up a pencil, that had nearly fallen off the side, he started flipping through the journal, to that muscle memory imprint he had made from previously working on it.

A blank page?

No. He remembered being here and drawing a couple of...

He peeled the pages back, trying to find a page where he knew he had jotted something down before and...

It was wrong - all wrong.

Not the answers, mind you. "Show your work" as they say, and this wasn't his work at all. The circles were too round, the r's looked like r's, and there wasn't that half baked attempt to erase his errors. He feared the answer as he closed the ledger, his eyes working down from the top of it where it said "exercise book".

Name: Violet Parr

He gave himself a stiff smack with the thing... great.


Throwing down his bike with total disregard, he felt like a criminal running up to the house, hoodie sunken in to his head, as he clutched at his sides, head hanging low, he stared at the floor mat beneath his feet, lifting a foot to see the large text reading PARR, the showering drizzle on the steps and driveway sounding like hail as the droplets smattered in echos on the tin gutters.

Knocking on the right red wood door repeatedly, he only stopped when his knuckles started radiating pain. He didn't wait long before he reached and tapped again - but stopped when he heard movement from behind it, he relaxed when he heard the sound of a lock being manipulated.

The left door opened and the first thing he could see was a warm orange glow, as the other side swung open. She stood before him in a coffee stained button up, a very confused look on her face. He remembered seeing her once before, that same chestnut brown haircut as she was seeing Violet off before they walked to school together. "M-Mrs. Parr... is Violet home? I have-"

"Dear, I think it'd be best if you came inside." He looked up to her, then quickly away, trying to avert his eyes, while also shaking his head. He didn't need a second mom. "I don't bite, you know. Trust me, I'm doing this more for my sake, cause I know Violet would never forgive me for making her new boyfriend sick."

He gulped down whatever misgivings he had after a pause. "Okay." He said blankly, waiting for the invitation as she moved to allow him in. As he stepped inside, he briefly looked up to her. The house wasn't the only thing beaming warmth his way, as she gave him a welcoming smile.

He had to physically move back when she turned towards the door. He tried not to stare too hard. Before he could take another step, there was a sudden yank from behind. He froze as he could feel her squeeze the material until some of the water ran loose. "You're as soaked as the day you were born." What?

Oh... she was right. He could feel it down to his toes, as the wrinkled skin writhed against the wet - but not quite cold or warm - sog, that now inhabited his sock and shoe after he had stepped in a puddle that was deeper than he realised. 'If he was making a mess, it was her fault for bringing him inside in the first place' he thought.

Then the words he never thought he'd hear inside of a girl's house came

"We need to get you out of those clothes."


"I'll just be a sec, hun."

He tossed the soggy sweater down in a slump against the linoleum floor, as he slipped on the cotton white shirt that seemed a tad too small. He waited a second before leaning suspiciously over the hole in the wall of the kitchen, trying to see where the older woman had gone - with the wooden floor reflecting very little light down the hallway.

Hopefully she wouldn't be long in getting Violet.

He pulled up a chair; one of those kinds of kitchen chairs that was more of a pain in the ass to sit in than his school's desk chair, before lifting up one of his feet and peeling off the slimy, almost bonded to his skin, socks.

Repeating the action again, and now with the both of them off, he rolled them together into a ball along with his sweater before dunking them into a garbage bag Mrs. Parr provided, then picking up the dry clothes he was given.

Hun? Honey? Not even his mom called him that.

Not even Violet called him that...

She had suggested to meet her in the living room when he was done changing - he obliged, but only because she asked. It was weird to walk freely in a stranger's home, seeing shadowed photos of faces of family members he hadn't met, and yeah, Violet may have been his girlfriend, but it's not like he knew her mom real well or even their dad or whatever. He was all so new to this and just didn't want to make an ass out of himself--but that may be too late already.

Right, he'd do better. He'd talk about something, he'd introduce himself properly... did she even know his name? Well duh, Violet would have told her by now... right?

He peaked his head out from the corner with no sign of Mrs. Parr. Almost on the tips of his toes, he crept over to the single seater, falling into it with a surprising amount of bounce and body room. This thing was obviously made for somebody huge. He settled finally, folding his hands in his lap as he seemed to count the seconds, sometimes losing track out of boredom more than anything.


It wasn't a loud door slam, but just the suddenness of it raised his hackles. He breathed a sigh of relief as he heard heavy, determined clicks coming down the hallway. He knew it wasn't Violet; she was like a ghost sometimes. As they grew louder and louder, he watched from the corner of his eye for the exact moment she'd appear.

It didn't take long.

The silhouette of her body clearly revealing that she had changed into a different outfit that he couldn't make out. She continued unabated past him, and once he got a better look at her, he had a hard time stopping. Now sporting a crimson dress and a drink in her hand, she wasn't anything like the woman he had met at the front door, but she seemed to be having a bit of trouble walking, as her outfit was looking a little too tight... not that he was complaining. She had a bit of an exaggerated swing in her step that looked like a swagger, which seemed to stem naturally from the width of her hips, which could either be awkward or sexy, depending on your point of view. This came to ahead as the older woman stumbled forward in her red heels. He rose hoping to help, but she had already caught herself. She stood slightly askew, hand above her chest. She seemed a little relieved. He was too as he took his seat again.

As he had just sit down, she had made her way to a chair across from him, but she didn't sit down right away. He had to physically cover his mouth with his hand, unable to believe the sight across from him. He could feel his body tighten - and it felt like time was slowing down as she had bent over to pat down the couch. Before, he couldn't believe that a mother could look so good in tight yoga pants, but now... the way her red dress hugged against her behind reminded him of a... heart... a big swaying heart he wanted to...

He had to stop staring.

He couldn't stop staring.

Finally, he just closed his eyes, and his beating chest and the burning feeling in his body began to soothe itself. He was just hoping she hadn't noticed, and like she had just read his mind, she turned her head over her shoulder with a knowing wink and nod.

He swallowed.

"Do you have a father?"

"Yeah... but he only comes around a few times a month."

"Oh... so it's just you and your mother..." Even in her altered state, he could sense a regretful emotion overtake her features. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to..."

He tried to wave it off. "It's alright, Mrs. Parr."

"Please... call me Helen. I'm not a Mrs. anymore anyway."

He weakly smiled, responding as if he knew his cue. "Sorry Mrs. Helen..." He sat like an idiot only for a microsecond before he realised what he had done. "I mean!-"

She giggled. "It's quite alright, dear. I like when a boy is nervous around me." He didn't know how to respond to that other than looking away with a bashful shrug. She continued her questioning. "What's your mother like?"

Is there a good response to that question? "She's my mom..." He struggled to find the words. "I don't really see her cause she works a lot." He reached for the back of his neck. "For the most part she comes home after I've already eaten, prepares a meal for tomorrow, then goes up to her room." He hated admitting he didn't know much about her.

"Being a mother can be so unrewarding when you don't have someone rushing home in anticipation of seeing you again..." He just wished that somebody was home, but the slurring of her words was starting to make him crack. "She might have a cold exterior, but like any mother there's got to be a warm and compassionate side to her. A side that only a mother could show."

He stared into the palm of his hand, as if he had something, but it seemed to have fluttered away. "I remember she said she was proud of me once, but I don't even remember why. Proud of what exactly? I'm not straight A student material..."

Something glinted in her eye. "Look at ya. You're a healthy and good lookin' boy. I can see why my Violet spends so much time with you..." Resting her drink, her meaty thighs pressed together before turning them away from him before he could see what was between them. For a brief moment, she was like picturesque vision of a 50's house wife. Holding onto the bottom of her dress, it was like she read his mind -- or more accurately, where his eyes had wandered, he put them into his lap, as he heard her striding over. "She could just find you... intimidating."

"Intimidating? Me?" He raised his head to meet her, but the only one intimidated here was him when she was leaning right down next to him on the arm rest, the acrid smell of fruity perfume lining his esophagus.

"Sure. Imagine having a spry and handsome young man like yourself literally aching through his puberty living in the same house." Now his face wasn't the only one that was red. He wasn't sure if it was what she was drinking or... "Oh, I honestly couldn't imagine. I'm so glad my Dash is with his father..." His right leg began shaking, as Helen seemed lost in thought. "Do you find her attractive?"

The question caught him off guard. "What? No." He tried to play it off, but it was an awkward situation made even worse. "She's my mom. I could never find her attractive." He wondered if that was a rude thing to say.

Her knuckles brushed against his cheek. "Do you find me attractive?"

He looked away. "Oh, because she's your mother you can't think of her that way. Well I'm not your mother, now am I?" In that split second, everything changed, as she cupped him below the belt. He sat, staring into her eyes for a moment, wondering if this was actually happening. That's when she went for the kiss. His tightened shoulders slumped a bit. He had no idea what he was doing. Violet and him traded some pecks or light smooches, but this was a full on enveloping grown up kiss, his mouth moving with hers. He tasted something strange in her breath--it was strong and sour, he knew whatever it was, it had to be from that light brown drink in that fancy glass she was holding before, and he thought he would hate it, but there was something about it that made the older woman's mouth... warmer. The back of her hand pressed to the back of his head, pulling him in further, as he ultimately reciprocated, almost wilting into her as he pressed back into her invitingly full lips. She broke away, still holding onto him, her voice breathy. "That's the great part about this kiddo... you can be as honest with how you feel about her, with me."

That made things weird again.

He jumped up. He needed to run. He needed to find Violet. He needed to go home.

Yet he didn't make it far.

Like a coyote, his legs were kicking the air. He didn't feel like he was floating though, it felt more like he was on a track at an airport, slowly moving back and towards Violet's mother. Before he knew what was happening, he was lightly placed back into the chair. The boy nearly choked, as he looked down to see that she had entangled her arm around him like a comically oversized rope. It didn't take a genius to know who she was now. "Y-you're Elastigirl."

Climbing atop him, her body latched onto him, as her weighty bottom ground against his growth. "Would you prefer I wore the costume?" She delivered in a hushed whisper against his neck. A flash image of her curvy body in that constrictive spandex. He just shook his head no. He couldn't be thinking like that. He... liked Violet.

Damn it. He couldn't even admit it in his own head.

Violet's mom wasn't the demure woman out of time he imagined her to be just a moment ago -- she was instead a high school sex kitten of fully matured proportions that he could only ever dream about. As the heavy petting resumed, her hand finding its way down his pants now, a devilish visage forming as she took a handful of him. "Ah... there you are." She said with a semi stroke. "Get nice and big for mama."

That was it... he had reached the zenith of the attraction he could have for her in his loins.

He was hers.

"Do you still want this?" Her voice came only slightly audible below a whisper - as if she didn't want him to hear it.

He left her without doubt, meeting her hershey colored gaze head on for the first time without breaking, totally entranced. She giggled with a pur, her teeth lightly tugging his ear in a playful manner. "I think you could hold me up with it if you really wanted..." Maybe that was true - he felt like steel down there, in a way Violet never could wrestle out of him like Helen just did, leaving him outside of his underwear.

She unrestricted herself from both him and the seat, no longer fearful of him running, and he wasn't going to. They kissed again, more open mouthed this time, as his hands roamed her body for only a second before taking a stranglehold of her ass, hugging her like he was a waist high child who missed his mother, one hand fully clasped on one side and the other a bit more loose, with his fingers draping down past the hem of her dress and into her thigh, grinding his palms into her firm globes, squeezing like he actually could make an imprint, loving the feeling of her body. As he explored, he could feel more and more of the dress starting to slip up, and his hands kept expecting to find a pair of lacey black underwear or something, instead, he found the smooth texture of her ass. Splitting them apart, she moaned into his mouth and he imagined what was between those cheeks--but if she wasn't wearing underwear, didn't that mean...

It was like she knew him like her own son, as her knees slowly swung open for him, her hands on her thighs running against them as if teasing him just that little hint more. His eyes nearly left his head in fright; appealing brown tufts of hair nested above an ever growing penis. "You never thought for a second a mother of three could have a dick like this, did ya?" She asked with a breathy excitement as she finally released her hardness from her prison. Thinking back on it, he had noticed the imprint she had constrained within the tight contours of her red dress, and he chose to write it off - I mean, why the hell was he supposed to think she was packing salami in the first place?

She stood high above in the single seat, towering over him - in more ways than one - her cock shadowed his features in such a way that left his mouth agape at the sheer size of it.

Wrong move.

She took it as willing invitation, jamming the large cockhead down his gullet. His fists drummed against her fleshy legs in desperation, hoping to receive air, but to no avail. "CCCK GLK GLK" Trying to speak or breathe only made it worse, as tears rolled down his face and his nose blasted out leakage as he looked up to the woman choking him with her meat in hopes of relenting. "AKH GLK BLUH".

She looked to be at total peace.

Then everything blurred.

When his lids opened again, his eyes were in the back of his head, and as he moved them back to where they should be, it only made things worse in understanding what happened. He was nearly face first with the hair of her crotch, then his vision began sliding back and away from it again, as he now stared down back to the base of her shaft, several inches back from where her pubic area was. The sensation of having swallowed boiling water filled his lungs, and he felt like he was drowning and wanted to vomit up the water. As he coughed up, a salty, thick, liquid that smelled terribly discharged from his lips and from his nose, and pain of his ear popping followed. What the-! He realised he couldn't hear anything! Yet there was a feeling of a calming warmth resting on the sides of his head. Looking, he could see Helen had grabbed him and was face fucking him - and his jaw had distended to accommodate her length properly. He tried to push away, but his hand only looked like he was bracing himself for more, which she was willing to give, her hairless balls smacking his chin...

He was nearly out of it again, until... "Mom! What are you doing!?" Oh god. The reality set in again, from how the mother's silky smooth thigh felt beneath his left hand, to now even feeling the drool of his mouth and how each individual droplet of his slipped down her shaft, making it glisten.

How would you even explain this? "Not again... you always do this..." He wanted to sigh in relief - which was saying something considering his position. The fact that he hadn't been the only one to uh... 'go down', on her mother like this, had his tensed shoulders lower, as maybe there was a way out of this. Then she uttered the words that would haunt him forever

You always start without me.

It was like she hadn't even said it, yet it burned a hole in his mind.

Like a growing tree shot up through the middle of his stomach, he flew above the two of them, flailing about helplessly, his feet nearly scuffing the ceiling. Helen's other hand proceeded to strip him as he struggled and fought in her hold, watching helplessly as his substitute clothing fell away. Once she was done, the older woman then tossed him around like a well experienced anaconda, causing him to land awkwardly on top of the love seat.

"What? You think I'm dumb enough to 'accidentally' misplace my homework? I knew where it was all along. Geeze. You are an idiot." Violet, with eyes closed, then fell back into Helen like she trusted her completely, her thin wrists falling limp and weak like leaves against the overbearing figure, stretching along her like she just woke up from the best sleep in the world, with the older woman acting as her handsy bed, exploring down between her inner thighs, with Helen enjoying the bodily contact, her perfect row of teeth sucking in her bottom lip, and the way she groped Violet made him mad - especially when her hands went up the dress. Before he could fully recover and do anything, he noticed Helen was undressing her daughter--and that froze him in place at the possibility of what was underneath Violet's pink shirt and plad skirt.

Mainly the skirt, which Helen left on Violet, as her striped panties slid down to her small, doll like, feet. This time, he paid attention for the outline, and his greatest fears were realised: She was hung - not like her mother, but she had one... Violet approached him with over-exaggerated movements, her hip darting one way, then the other, and every time she did it, it set into motion the erect bouncing of her... her... cock, which ruffled the skirt, as if taunting him with its size.

As he flipped between Vi's crazy eyes and Helen's drunken, lusty ones; he only had one thing to say: "Oh god - please be gentle." There, the mother and daughter duo from hell stood proudly, hard as rocks, with hands on their hips like the super heroines they were. Getting a rough estimate on Elastigirl was a challenge considering her powers, but as a baseline, he'd gauge Mrs. Parr as 8 inches typically, but there was one thing he knew for sure: It was very fat in the middle. Violet was 6 inches and skinny... at least he knew she wouldn't get any bigger, but all the same, he felt ill equipped for the occasion to say the least and wished he had some clothes; doing a poor job at covering himself with his arms and hands. Violet looked up to her mom with a mischievous grin, and she looked down at her daughter with a knowing, closed lipped smile. They contrasted eachother beautifully; one short, one tall. One fully chested, one flat. (Though with some inklings of growth just starting to sprout). One large pair of balls, the other svelte and like she didn't have any. The one connection they had was their bodies, which was clear and had neither a bruise or scratch on them; they would have been perfect and even turned him on if not for their goddamn tripod shape.

Helen and Violet looked to one another, almost giggling after what he said. The mother wore an evil smirk, her heavy brown eyebrows cocked. "Your tasty young ass isn't the first one I've broken in - and it won't be the last." She stalked him from behind, and he could feel her looming presence, as well as her resting prick, a weight similar to Violet's arm, placed at his backside. He tried to push up, but Violet jumped into a relaxed back pose in front of him, pulling him down by his wrists. It was like they had done this before...

The meaty appendage pressed forward. He repeated several no's while trying to find his breath. His voice hit a new low of deepness as he tapped out in pain on the pleather. More and more slithered its way into him, and he couldn't believe this was happening, he grit his teeth and tried to imagine it was Violet doing it... and that really didn't help, as he knew Violet would never make him feel like he was being split in two. "Please stop..." He begged.

Helen shoved herself into him harshly, and he let out a crying pain streak while begging her once again. "Ow ow ow, fuck! Please stop!" Helen then cracked her hand against him, causing him to yipe out.   

"Mind your manners, young man."

"Yeah, wouldn't want your girlfriend to think you're a rude little cocksucker." Violet mocked with a slap of her stiff rod against his face, leaving wet spots with each dab. He only needed a few before taking her in, and as she rushed into it, pulling him down to the hilt, Vi only managed to tickle the back of his throat, thankfully.

Now coming to appreciate the lesser size of hers, as sucking off Violet didn't fully take his mind off the pain, but it did dull it. In fact, he kinda... got to enjoy it for once. She was his girlfriend afterall. He played with her tiny marbles, while he did his best to twist and slurp on her foreskin. "Aww... wow..." Violet moaned out, as some of her hair dark hair clouded her face, some of the strands falling into her open mouth. He locked eyes with her, curling his lip up as he tasted her frenulum which had a deposit of precum, as even his hips wiggled along with the mothers humps, having slowed down again maybe due to his lack of complaining.

Maybe... this wasn't so bad. Even Violet's brand of white stuff wasn't so bad going down compared to her moms, and Helen's dick was starting to do... things, to his body.

"Come on Vi, honey, let's show 'em what Parr women can do." Violet stopped, retrieving herself from between his lips, as if mechanized to only answer to the whims of her mother, which surprisingly left him forlorn. Why was he lamenting the lack of a girls penis on his tongue? At least she wouldn't be far, slipping underneath him. Then Helen stopped. What was going on...

Violet's look of appreciation went to one of knowing. Knowing something bad was about to happen to him as he was moved up. "Violet! Please! I don't think I could-" It was too late - Violet had joined her mother in unholy matrimony inside of his ass. He screamed and thrashed out, trying to pull away, but they were too strong, as both of them grabbed his hips to keep him in place. He cringed at their combined size, the dream threesome of mother/daughter was now a nightmare he had to endure, not enjoy. He cried and shivered in his position as their penile pin cushion, no doubt looking weak and pathetic to Violet, feeling both their mistimed thrusts into him, one after the other...

The mother snarled as she reached her peak, as he felt her hands become claws on his body, the points of her nails digging into him while firing off a huge wad inside of him. He quaked, attempting to get his freedom, but she held him down tight - was it gonna reach his stomach? He feared how deep she might go. Violet unleashed as well, quiet about it, closing her eyes, her head falling back and revealing her soft and kissable throat. She was so cute, even while using him as her receptacle. He was worried that he was feeling numb to their size now, as the only thing he felt was them both coating his walls with protein frosting.

As soon as Mrs. Parr went a little limp, he realised it had been the only thing holding him up as he collapsed. He couldn't stand. He couldn't sit. He only wanted to rest, and he only hoped they had gotten everything out of him that they wanted and were gonna take a break. He listened to Violet's rapid heart beat, her heavy breathing flying past his ear; it was the kind of connection he had always wanted to make with her, but under different circumstances... despite everything, he still wanted to embrace her around the middle of her body and hold her close...

They discarded him like used up tissue paper. He watched the mother cover Violet almost fully with her body, and the daughter... his girlfriend... grinned in anticipation at the overhanging piece of meat. Thunder rumbled and lightning illuminated them, their bodies soaked with sweat, taking up a 69 position, the kind he and his friends often joked about on calculators, but he never thought he'd actually see, their legs outstreching from under and above one another, their bare feet jutting over the couches arm rests.

The noises of their mouths slobbering over eachother, the satisfied 'mmmms' and 'aaahs' they made, the compliments of how 'good the other tasted' and just how absolutely voracious for one anothers throbbing members they were had him reaching down between his legs and he thought to stroke himself. Instead, he fingered Violet and Helen's collected juices back in, the fluid still warm.


His mouth quietly sucked on the tip of Helen's large head. Trying to match pace with the demanding, insatiable desire these two had felt like a fool's errand as he fisted both of their cocks in a tight grip. He did this with eyes shut, as if he were under hypnosis, only occasionally peaking to see them still full of that same wanton carnality.

Helen shot her tenth load that night, as he did his best to swallow it with a sickened shudder -- his stomach beginning to swell with the amount he had intaken tonight.

He switched now, kissing the lips of Violet's much smaller penis with even smaller balls. He looked up to her, hoping for something -- anything, resembling the love and kindness he had seen from her before today, almost mentally transmitting these pleas to her.

Violet started laughing, her hand falling on her own cheek. "I bet he thought I was his girlfriend!"

Helen had come off her orgasm high before asking for clarification. "You mean you're not?"

Violet giggled. "No way. He's kind of gross." She turned her sights back to the boy, as Helen joined Violet in gawking. The mother could only raise an eyebrow at him, judging him silently. He tried to look away, but it was hard to with a penis in your mouth.

The phone rang.

Mom! Mom had to know he wasn't home!

Without missing a beat, the older woman stretched her arm over to pick up the ringing phone from the receiver. "Mrs... yes, I know it's late. Don't worry, he's fine. Me and my daughter Violet are taking very good care of him..."

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