Not waiting for an answer, Paula tenderly lifted James into her hand, carefully bringing his exhausted little body up to her plump face. She noticed he was quivering badly, and she kissed him softly over his body to calm him down, only it seemed to have the opposite effect on him. "Dont overthink it hun, Im sure it wont be too bad. Ive been eatin' a long time, "Paula slapped her bulging gut with her other hand, "And I ain't ever heard any complaints!" She smiled, and brought James closer to her face. He looked in terror at her massive, plump, wrinkled lips that were curved into a giddy smile that were mere inches away from him, her yellowed smokers teeth peeking out from inside her mouth. The lips parted softly, and she whispered, "Time to go back inside of Momma, babe.." James cried out as her mouth suddenly yawned open, her horrid breath stinging his nose as he tried not to gag. Saliva was pooled all over her tongue and dripping loudly from the roof of her mouth, coating her shiny, gross teeth.
James tried to push himself up on her sweaty palm, but he was so exhausted that he kept slipping and landing on his face. All the while, his mother's hand crept closer and closer to her mouth, and the humid heat overtook him more and more the closer he got. His heart skipped a beat when he heard his mothers tongue oozing out over her lips and crawling onto her hand, creeping towards him. He made a motion to stand again, but her tongue caught him and softly curled around him, gently hushing any attempts at his escape. She had him. Her tongue crept slowly back into her mouth, spit dripping into her palm as James flailed madly in his futile escape attempts. He felt his strength finally give up when the darkness of her mouth closed in around him as her wet lips slowly closed together, sealing her morsel safely inside of her face. Paula smiled as she tasted him, rolling his limp body all around her mouth as she drank in her sons sweat and taste, her chubby cheeks forming strange bulges as she worked her awkward meal around. At last, she maneuvered James's frail little body onto her tongue, face down, head towards her throat. "Mmmm mmmm mmmm...." she cooed, and began to tilt her head back. James's panic renewed as he felt himself begin to slide over the bumpy surface of her tongue towards the dark hole of her throat, the slimy, wet tube that would carry him into the bottomless pit of his mothers fat stomach that he had seen every day of his life as she sat watching tv, her distended belly hanging lazily over her pants as she dozed. He would be inside of that. Just like everything else his mother devoured, he was now consigned to be rolling around inside of her body as if he never even mattered. Maybe he didnt.
His head slipped into her throat, and he cringed as her esophagus grabbed hold of his shoulders and greedily began to pull him down. He could barely breath as his face was pressed into the slimy wall of her esophagus, and then everything stopped. He thought he felt the pressure of his mothers hand pressing into him from the outside, maybe she was letting him out?
"GULP"
Paula felt her the squirming bulge in her throat with her hand, her heart pounding with excitement. With a series of powerful, wet, hard swallows she dragged her son down behind her fat breasts. He was hard to get down, he couldnt fall freely due to his size so Paula had to drag him a little closer to home with every loud, wet, GLUCK! She was beginning to have trouble breathing, small beads of sweat gathered on her brow as the lump reappeared just below the crack of her breasts, above her belly. She knocked on her chest with her fist, finally dislodging her son and sending him sliding smoothly out of her throat and into her pudgy tummy.
Paula let out a heavy sigh as she felt her meal break free of the confines of her throat and slide freely into her stomach. She felt an immediate sense of warmth and fullness as James was forced to curl into the fetal position inside of her, her belly obviously stretching ever so slightly to accomodate its newest prize. Paula leaned back in her chair and undid the button and zipper on her pants, letting her gut ooze out onto her lap unrestricted. James's mother let out the loudest, deepest, most wet belch she or James had ever heard, as bits of her saliva sprayed out onto her chin. She gave her belly a few good pats, letting it wobble about on her lap as it happily began to gurgle away at her son. "Oohh shit...thats a damn fine meal right there. A real rib sticker..." Paula moaned. She sat there in silence for a few minutes, rubbing her engorged stomach and listening to the quiet groans as it churned over James. Paula smacked her lips loudly, savoring any remaining flavor of her son as she spoke, "Ya know James, at least it was me, ya know? You couldve been eaten by anyone in the world, carried off in their stomachs to god knows where. But you're here with me, in our home, and you can at least sleep easy knowing you're gonna be right here with me, forever..." There was no response from James, only the quiet gurgling of Paula's belly. She patted it gently once more before she got up to go to the living room, belching again as she sat up and mixed up the air inside of her. She walked into the living room, James loudly sloshing inside of her wobbly belly with every step she took. She plopped down on the recliner, and sparked up an after dinner smoke. Exhaling, she rested her hand holding the cigarette on her belly. "Its okay babe...we're home...and thats where we're gonna stay..."
The End
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