Visiting Mommy of Trailer Town


Written by Septia.


-Thmmfpf- Andrew's shoulder was knocked aside as another passenger tumbled with eager down the stairs of the aeroplane. 
	“Woahs, hey, watch it, there's no rush…” Andrew called out after them, relieved to see they didn't hear actually hear him. He placed a palm to his forehead, wishing he had bangs to at least help, somewhat, against the sweltering heat, though his hair being black wouldn't exactly provide much aid. He sighed to himself, stepping off the aeroplane right onto the walkway… it struck him as peculiar, though, as he tagged along with the bushel of other passengers. 
	He entered the airport, lost in thoughts, dragging his bag to the next room of the terminal where the boy was met with another onslaught of the sun's rays. “Hmm?” he mumbled, then looked back at the one, single, room of the airport… Andrew's eyebrow twitched. “I really am way out in the boonies,” he commented, sitting on his back and taking in the sparse vegetation and long fields across the roads. Pondering if this was all really necessary, it was really as much trouble as staying like his parents said. More likely, some kind of ploy to get him accustomed to moving out. Andrew felt a sigh pour out again. “Guess it's about time.” He mumbled. Shouldn't his aunt or uncle have picked him up by now? Least, he needed to find a better place to si-. 
	As he stood, a weight enveloped his shoulders, and his senses were devoured by a cool darkness. 


~ 1 ~


 “~Wif sugaah and syrp from tha apple, tree…~” 
	Andrew picked up a hum and a buzz of wired lights in his ears, which faded into nothing. His senses were drawn into place as light peeked in through his flickering eyelids. His vision was ruled by a pattern of well oiled boak wood, and warping patterns, instilling a headache. But, There was another sound, a soothing song… 
	“~So come all ye hosses, an don't pitch a fit…~” 
	His eyes glazed down, seeing the pattern end, overtaken by a bedside, and on the ground was his bag, overturned in a mess of laundry, books and… his luggage, rooted through and trashed on the ground. Peering upwards, the roof was cold steel masking itself with an autumn hue, flaking and tattered. He shifted upwards, sweat beading at his neck. 
	“~I reckon I'll give, what ye'll git.~” 
	Spying over the edge he made out a figure, jeans shorts clutching and digging into rich, sunburnt tangerine skin, wiggling as they hummed. 
	“~So trust in the land, an' its apple trees, Cus it'll nourish you…~” 
	-Chhrtckts- The bed creaked at him, Andrew halted in place. As did the figure. Seconds of silence drew out… the figure put something down. 
	“~And it'll nourish… me.~” She sang as she turned. She was a woman of towering stature, making the cabinets and benches shrink in comparison. A wide smile curled over her luscious lips, and matching, striking orange hair hung curved right at her shoulder. 
	“Fit ta wake up, huh, sugar?” She said, and stepped forwards. -Bnngs- 
	Andrew heard the stretch of fabric, as the, currently, contained bust jostled and jutted into the cloth of her cut shirt. 
	“H-he, hey?” He said, drawing the covers and shuffling back. “Who… are…” 
	“Come now, Andrew, you don't recognize me? Lisa Rose?” she said with a voice of liquid syrup. 
	There was no one by that name in the family, to his knowledge, but that still wouldn't explain enough, who was this milf? And what did-. 
	“Can't even recognize, yer own mama, sugah?” 
	Ah, crazy, yeah, alright, sure. He was now regretting the, albeit apt, milf description. Andrew swallowed. His back met with the wall in a -Cklgnng- clang of metal. 
	“I aha. Aha. I think there has been some miss communica-.” 
	“I'm just fixin' up dinner,” Lisa interrupted him, “you make yourself ready, and listen to mama, or I'm gonna bed ya without dinner.” She said and turned back over the sink, washing her hands. 
	Andrew saw not a scrap of food in sight… with his mind spinning like a steam engine, he slowly scooched out of bed, taking in the surroundings, and seeing the door. 
	“I really a-appreciate the hospitality, but l-look at the time, I better head off before they start to worry about me s-so, ciao.” He mumbled, scuttling to the door. 
	-Ctwwwhp- A the clasp of her hand echoed in his ear, and his shoulder cramped in Lisa's grasp. 
	“Hold ya horses… hoss…” the syrupy tone was drenched in a coat of dark chocolate. 
	“A-ah…” 
	“What'd I just say? I say’d, mama's got dinner ready, sit back an wait.” Her words were emphasised by the thrust backwards, Andrews's body sloughing after her heave as he was chucked back into bed, -Ckgnpths- bouncing on the mattress and knocking his head back against the metal wall, as an orange shadow loomed over him. 
	“Oufha aha. W-wait sorry.” 
	“I see ya can't wait, mma, mamma doesn't blame ya, she said a with an intake of breath and a cackle, prying her fingers around the cut shirt and… -Shrrrtisicth- cleaving it asunder like she was seeping out of vest. -Cgbgnspgsh- The magnitude of her bust spilled forth in an avalanche of booby blubber, far surpassing his head in width and bobbing, thick and round to her abdomen. “Mama finds herself quite irresistible with the big fellas.” 
	In another context, this would have roused Andrew beyond belief. Were he not occupied with the uncertainty and dread he-. Oh wait, yeah, his cock didn't seem to consider the fear for his life. 
	“Ah-aaa,” He clutched both palms over his lap. Just in the next instant her hand was on his shoulder again, pinning him down. 
	“Aw sugah, yer cheeks are burning up, I've gotta git ya outta those clothes.” Lisa enforced, peeling up his shirt above his head to lay his chest bare. 
	“W-wmg sgmpthw. Mmpfhwtp-fmpsht.” Andrew's face laid enveloped in Lisa's cleavage, coming down on him with such pressure that his head slipped past the gorge of humid meat and compressed in all directions from the bunched up ten-liter jugs. -Rrxzrth- His zipper uncovered his erection, his flailing only aiding her in sliding him free of his pants. 
	“There, behave, if ya mfmd do, dear…,” she mumbled, fishing into her cleavage until she found his cheek, and drew him up, by virtue of a pinch up to be framed in her cleavage, “Darlin’, then ya'll get and be a good boy, mama might reward ya with a cookie,” she said, still wiggling and jostling his face with the pinch, letting go once he had taken a proper breath, encased again in her bust. “Mama's been waiting so long… reckon ya better eat…” she said, and -Shrlrspthshs- drew him free from her bust, with a crinkle of sweat daubing onto his face, the momentary freedom sealed away as -Bhffmwpthst- she slammed her breast into his face, the tit cratering over his head like a busty pillow, sealing him in a helmet of melon blubber. She shifted back, regaining composure as she did so, hoisting him up in her lap, and rubbing the back of his head. “Mama can't feel ya suckling…” 
	Andrew quivered in fright, the pressure bearing down on him immense, as if he were thrown into the deep end and held below the surface. Though, he felt her nipple grind over his face, mushing against his nose. If it was suffocation, or drinking the milk of a crazy milf… 
	-Shflfprhs-clspgb- “Mm Mmfs, flsl-mfmsph.” He clutched his lips over the teat, hair slicked back by the built up salty sweat, pulse rippling whilst he caught onto the nozzle, suckling taut. But… there was nothing… against, was this even in her nipple? Was the lack of air getting to him? Was he gonna… -Spflt- A thin beam. It missed his tongue, cast back in his throat, and tickled his gag reflex. Another, -Slflpsth-- it came again. A steaming liquid, loose and sweet, the texture of coconut water, its sweetness only made it alien on his tastebuds. But he drank... “Oomph, mfmpsghs-” suck after suck. Until… -Slpfflshths- it grew into, rich, thick, filing cream, sweet as a ripe strawberry and creamy like a milkshake… He swallowed, lips still planted, suctioned around her teat, as he nursed the maniacal milk. Slowly… the pressure lifted, -Chrlrpsths- boob flesh bulldozing up in dunes over his head, till his nose was freed. 
	“Pahaa-.” 
	-Mpttthwmp- His breath was muted by the supple fat pancaking him back, dutifully continuing to nurse, weight lifting only enough for brief snippets of air, as his throat filled in the warm lactation. 
	“Mmfa phaaa, aah, h-hungry hoss, mmf aren't ya darlin’, huh? Why'd ya go pitch a fit about this? Fms oah yeah… drink up, don't think mama doesn't see how much ya want this…” 
	-Sclltsh- Another clasp of meat punctured the air, this one spiking through his spine, she had him, clutching his joystick… and… o-osh. Osh b-bboy… 
	“Mama knows just how to use this, mmm, isnfsfmms mahpfhaa. Isn't it comfy, milking each other, sugar? Oh you are twitching somethin' awful.” She cooed, weighing her chest down to encapsulate his head as her gingers played his lustful fiddle. His meat was throbbing and engorging in her grasp, much to the distress of a conflicted Andrew, juggling his distress in lack of air to the sweet milk he siphoned and this mad mom toying with his dick, drawing pleasure out through his crotch to reverberate in the manhood. 
	“Mfmsmfps. Fhwfmpg gnygnns.” he mumbled, muted in a barrier of wobbling, plump lust grinning into him, heating up from his toes to the tips of his hair, weightless and pinned in Lisa's sardonic cradle as the thick cream sloughed down his throat, and inflated his gut. She, in turn, nursed him, each caress pulling the right strings until… u-until… 
	“Mfpfwhfho fmspfhsfs.” He screamed out into her tit so it vibrated to his voice. Lisa arched back with a guttural moan in the stimulation of his pleasured despair, -Sllpstths- -Cjslpths- as thick clots of tepid boy batter erupted from his shaft, globules of alabaster painting splatters onto her free chest and drooping in sluggish vines down her abdomen, Andrew felt the heat in his form coalesced into the unleashed load. -Cllspth- She pinched at the base of his shaft, sparking a jolt through his frame, then -Sshsht- shifted her fingers up, up… and then… -Slswphts- like squishing the last cream of a tube, clutched her fingers around his shaft, and crawling there with, -Slwptblgpths- a thick clog of gooey gelatin belched out from the dick as she milked it like the teat of a cow, trails and globules slathering down her fingers. 
	“Mmfa paha, a come now, y-yes sugar… gmms, bless what a mess.” At that word she -Ssmmmtcchw- smacked her fingers over his cock, causing Andrew to cough and stutter and cough up a mouthful of lactation. The milk drooped in lattice streams under the clutches of her breast. “Such a mess you've made ah things. Don’t ya think its just dandy?” She -Scllpths- swatted it back, like slamming a sausage against a window, though the air steered it straight in sluggish pumps. “To spill all ya joystick batter over mama. Don’t ya, darlin'?” she asked, drawing her hand back over his mast, clasping it taut and tugging the limp length, “Cus mama wants it all…”


 “Are we behaving now?” Lisa asked, cupping her chest so it spills over her fingers and dips in droves between them, hosting it off of Andrew's face -sllpfhhthvch-. “You gotta be full as a tick by now, nothing that beats mommy's milk for a hungry boy,” she asked, then held up her hand, seeing vines of his spunk trickling down her fingers. Her breathing picked up pace as she slathered her tongue to scrape up his cum, lapping at her lips, “Or a boy's milk to satisfy his mama, mmm?”
	“Phaa. Ahaa. Fhgh. Aaah… p-please…” he mumbled. 
	“Mm, yes darlin'?”
	“P-please. I… c-can't d-do this. I-if if… I… I-I'll g-go a-along, i-if you'll let me g-go.” 
	-Hmmnfff- Lisa's nostrils flared with fervour, her breath growing distinctly heavy on the intake, so her chest bounced with her upheaval. “So you can run away from me, again?” She toppled Andrew out of her lap to drop to the floor of the mobile home, limbs sprawled out and mouth gaping in deep gulps of air. “Phfaa hf aha haaa… I-I j-just I-I can't.” He whimpered, stripes of milk still trickling down like tears. 
	“Hoss, ya know mama's no fool. Think ah don't know about honey and vinegar?” She said, raising herself from the bed and plucking up the buttons to the short, tattered jean dukes, and letting her plump drumsticks free out of them. Her panties were following along… 
	Down at her crotch was a forest, a jungle of thick, curling bush, the eye obscured from a slit of flesh hunkering in its depths. She stepped forwards, flecks of milk flicking off and sprinkling Andrew's face. She crouched over him, one foot at each side of his face… and the bush cleaving in the squat to show him the wide, plush pussy nestled below. It lingered above him, letting him stare into the bush, making out every hair clinging to another by a glue of sweat, and the perspiration lining the creases of her crotch glistening in raw, potent musk. The air around him was infused with the tang of bonito flakes and salt, trampling him in the atmosphere of a swimming hall’s locker room. 
	“Mama already tried honey, she's not above trying vinegar now,” she said, and scooped his head up in her palm, tugging it upwards, “anything to keep her boy around,” she teased as he was brought closer to the source of emanating musk… “Especially not when, it feels so goo-good…” She said as she lounged into him, -Cllsphthffllpfthts- the marriage of face to flesh in a squealing crinkle of build up sweat, Lisa rutted his face up in the clutches of her hairy snatch, grinding it onto him with her tongue rolling out of her maw, slowly lowering him back down with herself following suit, hunkering down to blank his face in her needy crotch, humping to get his nose lodged in the twitching twitch of the lips… 
	“Ammaf, mmaf aawahw.” 
	Andrew was cast face first into the nest of musk, feeling as if he was tossed into a harbour, ripe with salt and humid brine sweeping through his senses and clinging to his brain. The mature female aroma drowned out the permeated stale air and rust of the home and left him lost in her depths. “Mmfpw fmpfhsfmfpsh.”  “Hush it, mfs, keep that tongue goin' though, smma, bless mama likes that, somethin' awful. Fmmfpwaah.” she huffed put, smushing her crotch into Andrew's face and jamming him stuck in the grasp of the nether jungle. 
	After taking her time to whilst rutting into him she squeezed and shifted, twirling to -sllwpths- polish his face with the liquid lust oozing from her snatch, huffing as she twisted herself looking back over his body, and lowered her knees to the ground. -Clslsmtsths- Her ass and thighs crowed by Andrew's head, slotting him into place under her pussy in the fortress of curvature and sloping down over his chest. -bbwngs- Her bust moulding over his abdomen like a pair of oil jugs, their body heat injected into his frame, condensing into liquid drops of fluid musk over his face, and melding together with the streams of pleasure leaking from her snatch. 
	“YAwmmaf sm oh boy you are clearing out the gutters well down there, must smell like the pits down there, air-conditionin's expensive, but mama's boy could help out with that hmm, cooling me off,” she said as she leaned down to his crotch -Sllpwrrrhhvfft- and splayed her tongue over his lap, drawing up coils of spunk on her tongue. Lapping up his spunk, -Slslprt- -Msmfps- her lips drew over it in and out, flicking it up with her tongue and teasing his mast, thick and twitching at the tip of her tongue, leaving a trail of heated saliva after each slurp. “Mfms mpaa, if not, could always repurpose you, could be nice to have a pet around, or save some money I'd have spent buyin' a new armchair, you 're the fellah for the job, mm, aren't you? If you don't behave and listen to mama.” 
	“-Fsmgps- -Gmsgpwhw-” 
	“Oh hush ya trap,” she said with a -Sllptsh- smear of her gyrating ass grinding him down, still delving maw first down on his shaft -Slslpthtsts-. “Mumps mgpsghs-.” In a moment his head was gobbled up in the soothing heat of her lips, tongue smothering with it as she bobbed down,  curling over it with her maw and slathering him in a film of thick saliva -Slflflpths fbhhvsls-. “Mmfmwpf mfpspfhs,” she mumbled with her maw full, bobbing down and holding her hair out of the way to dip over the throbbing pole of meat... 
	The surface of the heat spread down his dick as she inhaled his cock deeper with each thrust. 
	“Fmwmf mfmamf.” Andrew couldn't tell what the difference between his own and Lisa's sweat, it was all just... cascading over him, with his face always clutched by those lips above, wedging onto him and quivering with Lisa's moans. Even if his head was drowning in musk, his dick was boiling in it… and the pressure on both ends was just… ramping up… higher… 
	-Sllptthschs- A clasp of rubber… Andrew gasped, unwittingly swallowing a mouthful of saltwater-tainted air. 
	“Mmfamhaha, lleeheeh.” Lisa gaped her maw wide as she drew it back over his mast, watching the boy's sausage twist and ripple, and at halfway down, a cock ring clutching his sack. “What's this mmgs, hm can't get it out?” She asked, and jerked his dick still wet form her saliva. 
	“Mfmpwhaf.”  -Spmghgs- A rush of fluids coursed through him, it penetrated his cock… -sllpthts- then drained back down… the clasp tight enough to send the load back down, and Andrew's balls jostled. 
	“Oh my… mfms, isn't it just, a bother,” she said as she heaved up her breasts around his crotch, fondling her legs behind his head and pushing homewards to reach, his head now off the floor but firmly snuggled in where it belonged, “Why can't ya get your rod milked, hfmhuh? Huh?” She almost hissed, as her breasts tumbled forth -Sllpgbhtsh- and encased his dick. Lisa bobbed and kneaded her chest into Andrew's mast, rousing more thumping pleasure as she embedded it in the comfort of the ample bosom, smothering face and dick alike with clutches and -Smmpgshts- bobs of her chest massaging into this restrained mass. 
	“Gets real awful, when ya don't get a moment mmfs, to nurse ya, huh? What do you mfms, think, Andrew?” she called out, her voice warped by anger as she tucked her feet over him to slam him back into the embrace of her pussy with each word.
	“Don't you just, mfms, wish you could get some relief…” She huffed and flared, her breasts clapping together and choking the dick as she drove her hands into the plush meat to knead and envelop his shaft. 
	Andrew could only whimper, panting weakly under the -Slsptsh- -cbsltptsh- clasps and smacks of the breasts as his pleasure condensed and coursed through his shaft, only to drain back into his balls, inflating them swollen and crammed, undulating with an elixir of distilled frustration, even as his cock disappeared into the boobs’ cape and was cradled in their quivering grasp, his lower half screaming jolts and shudders while his top half hankered for clean air. All his enthusiasm was draining to his balls… as she sat back on him, burying him under the smoking hot ass, his cock vexed between limp and twitching while riding. 


~ 2 ~


 Andrew laid spent, his skeleton rattling, his will leaking through every pour in his body, or was that sweat… or was that Lisa's sweat… he panted, his struggling to choke won the air, and his head was still smattered in the impression of her sweaty ass, leaving the sides of his face rosy red and the middle crease pale, tattooed with the woman's butt groove. 
	“P-pleawase…” he wheezed, lungs slickened with naught but Lisa's creamy lubricant, “I-I w-won't… disobey. P-plemmse…” 
	Lisa clicked her tongue, shaking her head. The woman balled up her panties, leaned down, pinched his nose and raised it to part his maw. “Ain't any good at being so negative,” she said, and crammed the bundle of soaked underwear -Slstpths- into his maw. 
	“Mmfw fmawpfha…” 
	She patted his cheek. “You, will, behave. Positive, ain't it, sugar?” she said, standing up again. 
	Andrew tried to wriggle, though she simply planted a foot down on his tummy. 
	“Think about what ya did, and how ya make mama feel, this is what its like, ain't dandy, that's for sure,” She said, clutching her chest, and peering down to his shaft. “Mmm, though, mama ain't above givin' her baby some honey,” she said, crouching down over his crotch, prying her cheeks apart -Stlslptchtwp- then smacking them together, “just vinegar gets so sour… doesn't it?” She said and -Chpstpths- clutched his cock in the grasp of her buns. She bit her lip, taking deep breaths as she jostled her rear of jelly blubber over his mast, hot dogging Andrew's restrained, limp joystick in her buns…  -Cllpthts- -Cslpthts- Her cheeks clapped down on him again between mushes and drags, and Andrew's dick… started to peak up again… piercing up through the expanse of plush, maternal meat, all as she cooed and moaned above him. 
	The rush… It was back. He peeked down, and saw how… in each tug of her gleams, the cock ring, rose…higher, and higher, rolling up his inflating mast… dread and worry began to melt in the presence of the desire for relief, his breath picking up, ragged but eager, as each -Slpgsh- clap of the cheeks brought it higher, higher… higher… rolling up to the top of his dick and… 
	-Clslptwh- It sunk into her pucker, dipping into the smooth, warm pit. -Sllpths- Then drew it back up… grunting. -Sflpths- The cock ring jettisoned out of her rear, leaving her back door gaping over his rattled shaft. 
	“Still got it…” Lisa smirked, and sat back. 
	“Mfmmpwfaha, mmfa…” Andrew howled out, along with Lisa’s groans. 
	“Muffins gmgnsaaa haha.” Her asshole gorged on his dick with a starved hunger, -stlpths- -sbttwlwp- the clap of meat against meat echoing in the mobile home as she smashed her ass down his dick, taking the length of his mast into the massaging, reverberating depths of her rectum. Andrew’s arms drew together, thin and weak but clutching in the joy of his shaft devoured by the monster of an ass, smearing thick fluids down his dick and grasping a few with a moist -Clwlpthsca- in each bounce. His eyes rolled back up into his head as he ploughed into her, muffled under her own cries of pleasure. His aching sack throbbed, kicked into a rumbling thrust and throb of a motor, and siphoning back his load to his cock, building up through the hose of spent flesh. 
	-Sllprrbhtptsths- Lisa stood tall, Andrew's cock spooling free out of her ass, -Spsththobts- and erupting into a fountain of slick spunk. Splotches of cum left his mast rattling and flopping by the force of the cum milked out alone, drawing out in patterns over his lower abdomen and thighs, -Sllpwthhs- till it flopped over, the mast engorging with bulges rolling up the length of his manhood, to -Cshllpftbsht- ooze with clogs of cum, drooling onto his legs. 
	“Tssk, why won't boys learn,” Lisa snickered and flicked over his shaft, “maybe you're just a messy one, ain't ya, Andrew?” she asked, folding over him, clutching around his shoulders, tugging him up, watching the man twitching and huffing for breath with his face contorted in relief. 
	A genuine smile visited Lisa's lips. “Mm, I'm fixing' ya right up, ain't I? Mama's sugar. Reckon you got any more in ya?” She asked, clutching his shaft, and graciously trailing her gingers along it. “Would be a waste to just keep ya round as an armchair, you git many used, sweet lil' fellah. Maybe mama can give ya, one more taste of honey.” She said, and leaned in, clutching him up to herself, embedding his chest in her cleavage as she went in for a kiss. 
	Their lips locked together. Her tongue, prodding into his mouth, sealed them together in a swirling band of tongues. 
	Though, despite her jerking, she wasn't getting any reaction out of the boy, whose pupils still looked high, and eyelids flickering down. 
	She squeezed his shaft. “Mm, well's run dry already?” she asked, breaking the kiss. 
	Andrew took a long, calm breath, before his eyelids fell into darkness. 


~ 3 ~


 -Chslpth- -Vrrlspcsht-.  Claps of moist rubber… or like hugging a toad… a distinct, creaking, buffering hum. 
	Mfms… mfma…?” Andrew panted. 
	“Mmfs aash comm on lil hos… fmmspha.” -Clslpththhs- 
	The voice… the milf wasn't a dream… or was he still dreaming? His eyes adjusted to the light, -Crlslpths- -Slspthgsht- looking straight up into the orange locks falling down Lisa's face, hovering above him. 
	“Fmmmfs msha… ooo, look darlin', do keep resisting, might at well,” she sight with a chuckle. 
	Andrew's head had begun to clear, and he peeked down towards that slick noise… -Clslththsptsths- and saw Lisa's vulva, morphed around his belly, sprawling over his bellybutton, and tugging him into her depths- -clsphhg- -Srpghts- Just above that, he could make out the imprints on the stomach, a tangle of his legs clumped together in her birth canals, smacking her gut to dip down towards him. His breath was slow, but gradually, then exponentially ramped up. “Mfhahahuhfahs, w-what are you, p-please don't do mgoshh smpgh.” 
	“Shahs, shhs…” she hushed him with the clog of her panties again, grasping over his shoulders and -Sllspththghs- lurching it inwards, feeling her pussy lips wandering their way, twitching and undulating up his chest, inviting him to the an internal body massage from the sensitive sinew within. 
	“Mmfs, your legs were easy enough to git in there,” she squeezed and scoffed down at him at this utterance, huffing into a moan as -Slplsththa- her lip warped over his chest, and crawled at his pits. Her gut lounged forwards, swelling and bobbing about with his struggles forming as lumps sailing across the stretch of skin. 
	“MFMps fmpwhg wmapth.” 
	“Shhsh shhushs sweetums this isfmms is so good…” She huffed out, folding his arms back whilst patting and tucking his head further, finagling his elbows to the brim of her engorged pussy, -Slspthshhgs- and the creamy, polished smear of the lips accepted the offering, clutching over his arms, swallowing them into another bulge on her lower abdomen. Dollops of juices trickled and sloughed down over him, drooling from her nether lips gorging themselves with his form, his struggles waning as his hands were pinned to his chest, and the lips -Lglgpgbhtsh- engulfed his shoulders… -Clspthhts- -cbshggsngsh- dissenting her abdomen broadening with Andrew packed in like a sardine in an organic can. Autonomy was robbed, as she tucked and dragged his head back and forth. “MMFp smpwha amsaha,” rolling her tongue out in pleasure as she pleasured herself with his neck as a dildo, dragging him up to tease at her clitoris and -clslpsththsbcsh- shovel him down.  
	“Mfma ampfhaahahas… haaa. oh… can't. Ain't getting out of this one, can't see ya running away from mo-mama, when ye just mah lil' baby boy,” she said. Lisa slumped back against the bed, heaving and grunting, with Andrew's head locked at her snatch, gradually feeling the tickling crinkle of the lips -Sllpsths- closing in like an aperture over his face, burying his nose in the folds, till it looked like his hair was just a part of the bush jungle. -Sclfplhhltpsht- She drew him just a cent out, peering down on him, and -Splglthss- pushing aside her gut. “There ya are, fmfs. Your whole body's rousing me somethin' awful you fmms naughty boy,” She said and fondled his face into the clutches of her snack, keeping him on the brink, lathering him in her raw lust, with the behemoth of a gut bloating and swaying above him. “M-Mmf mshaa, what’s with that face msms, like ya room? It’s got close access to eating mama out when she's stressed, smells like the pits down there, but that’s msfms, what ya get for not cleaning ya room.” She said, teasing him back inside and gnawing on her lower lip. “Mmfms git… git… stuck in there…” -Slspgbltpsthsts- with a smashing shove -Slspthshts- Andrew slotted into place, the lips warping and waning over his hair, clasping taut to silence his muffles, trapping him in the wet suit of her birth canal, Lisa leaning back with a warm sigh, caressing and brushing her engorging -Sgbbglptshs- growling tummy, as it rippled and jostled with his movements. “Mfms…” she closed her eyes, and just… savoured. 


~ 4 ~


 -Slflpt- “Where did I put those…” Lisa mumbled, prodding through the drawers, her gut partially heaved up on the counter. -Grlrsllspthts- 
	A creak came form her snatch. “Mm? Ooh” She said, and -Clrlspltths- dipped her ginger fingers into her folds, huffing as she eeked out a cry of -Grsfllfpsththw- utterly soaked panties. 
	“Much obliged,” she hummed and -Sllfpsthc- flicked the panties to douse off some humidity, -Sflfphts- just to draw them up over her legs. 
	“Mmfmss. Snuggly in there…” she mumbled. 
	-ChrSlfllfpsts- Her lips creaked open, and a dome of slick, matted hair bloomed through her crotch, deflating her belly just a smidge. 
	“Mfms-fsgpwgha-.” 
	“Oh, Andrew~,” she huffed playfully, and stepped into her dukes. She drew up the jean shorts as she -Sclclpcpchts- crammed him back with her index finger, enveloped in her snatch, “can't come out now, mama's fixing up work, gotta stay in yer room,” -Sllpsthc- she said as her shorts clutched into place. -GLlsglgbghss- A grumble roiled through the belly as the bulge bumped up on her dukes, but soon sank back in. She -Schtslsmtch- smacked her shorts. “There aught to do it.” She wedged herself and her... somewhat deflated cleavage along the doming gut, into her new shirt, caressing her tummy as the cloth kept sprawling up to expose the bulge. “And don't ya worry about being a burden, mama's got ya right where she wants you, son.”  Se said with a sparce waling smile. -Bllpgghbhbhs- -Bslpghgs- her gut sloshed and sloughed to and fro. -Sccmmspthc- Lisa gave it a hearty slap, letting the taut orb of a gut into a rippling jostle. “Ho that’s a good boy.” She praised, as she sauntered out the door, letting the lock -Shlsthchh- click shut.