“Am I dead?” I ask, or try to. “Are you hungry, Mom?”
“Yeah, I guess I could eat. “Oh… We can’t. I kept repeating to myself, trying to convince myself more than anything. My arms may be useless, but my mouth wasn’t. When she pulled down my shorts, she stopped and stared for a moment, before standing back up with a huge grin, saying, “There you go.”
I sat down and luckily fit within the rim of the toilet. I can’t lie to my mom, not after her willingness to take care of such a broken kid. I was still rock hard, and I knew there was no chance of this monster going down, short of getting off, or going to sleep. Otherwise, please enjoy. They both laughed about it, Mom commenting, “It is nice having someone to feed and take care of. “No, you can’t touch it! “It’s all sticky at the end, and it is really big,” she said, looking up at me past my bobbing cock.
