"Yes, Sharon, again... don't worry."
" Ok, "boss," I promise."
"God, Sharon, it's Halloween, don't you have anything better to do than talking about work?"
She was Tina, Joe's mom. Rolling her eyes harder after every torture -nasal sound that came out of here cellphone while her tongue played with a cherry flavored popsicle. My body started to boil immediately, uninvited perverted teenage memories graced my mind about those days where she, always much taller than me, would suffocate me with her breasts and then , with a huge smile, tell me how happy she was to see me. "Sharon, I..." She stopped talking and the popsicle escaped her lips, shattering in the ground. "Wait, you are not going to believe what my son did." She whisper to the phone. Later, I saw her approaching the house, wearing a red cardigan, blue jeans, and that holy smile that didn't fit the night. She ignored the others because she only wanted me, but I only had a second to contemplate her beauty before a schock of pain hit me like an army of fire ants devouring me from inside. She, still smiling, was resting all her weight on my flattened groin. At mom's pace, she searched the camera app on her phone while I clenched my fists trying to remain as still as possible. Then she pointed the phone at me and took a picture. Overjoyed, she grinded my balls while playing with her feet waiting for the photo to be sent. Until it happened.
"What's that?" Sharon texted.
"A festive mat :)" responded Tina.
"Ugh, that's disgusting," Sharon texted.
"That... BITCH!" Shouted Tina. Texting back, she moved her fingers through the phone as if it was Sharon's neck, and stomped my dick as if it was her. My body was her toy, it moved after every time the button was pressed, but she was too busy to notice. Now, hidden under the serene mask of the dummy I locked my mouth tight with my teeth to not let screams escape. "Ha! Yes, bitch, that's right, cry! I would if I was the idiot who married him," Said Tina to herself, calmer. Without the distraction of torture now I could only focus on the pain, but still tried to breathe again.
She smiled back at me, with her sweet smile, then she lift her shoe and fed me the dirt and mud that hid under it. Leaving a black stain on my dummy's face. "Well, I think it's cute and functional," she said and then rang the bell. Joe opened the door moments later, and after rewarding the liar with a kiss for doing the decorations, she entered the house to talk with him.
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