As she thought about what to do, Mary’s son approached her with a smile. The woman flinched, wondering what he wanted. Her son’s belly grumbled, making her a little nervous.
“Mommy, can you make me some French toast sticks for breakfast?” He asked. Mary sighed and nodded. She believed he wasn’t aware of her new “condition”.
“Of course sweetie. Just give me a few minutes.” Mary replied. She moved into the kitchen and pulled out a box of French toast sticks. She put a few on a plate and put them into the microwave. As David waited patiently, he soon noticed a new smell in the kitchen. He wasn’t sure what it was (he could tell it wasn’t the French toast sticks) but it smelled pretty good.
The microwave soon finished, allowing Mary to pull out the plate. She set it down on the table and smiled. David sat down and started to eat. He continued to look around, trying to identify the new smell. His mother smiled and gave him a kiss on the forehead. As she did, the boy flinched, realizing the smell was coming from her.
“Mom, you smell good.” He said. Mary giggled, not thinking much about it.
“Why thank you, you smell pretty good yourself.” David took a bite from his breakfast and turned towards his mother, soon staring at her. He didn’t understand why, but he felt hungry when specifically looking at her. The small boy got up and walked over to her. Before Mary could react, her son grabbed her hand and licked it. She shuddered, realizing what was going through his head.
“Mommy, why do you taste so good?” He asked.
“Oh um, there was an issue at work.” She explained, though wasn’t sure how to put it into words for him. The woman didn’t fight back as her child pulled her over to the table.
“Can you become part of my breakfast?” David asked. He thought about her being tied up on his plate. He liked the thought of her going down his throat and into his stomach. His belly grumbled as if to agree with him. His mother stared at him, unsure of how to react. He couldn’t believe he actually asked her to become his food.
“I…I’m sorry, I won’t.” She said. David became frustrated and stomped his foot.
“I want to eat you!” He said bluntly. The boy grabbed the bottle of syrup and opened it up, tossing it on her. Mary yelped before taking the bottle away. Before she could react, her son grabbed her hand and pulled it into his mouth. He tasted her, loving the syrup along with her. Mary yanked her hand out and backed up.
“David, if you eat me, you won’t have a mommy anymore. I’m sorry but I won’t become part of your breakfast.” She told him. David gave her a sad look before he started to cry. She felt bad for him but stood her ground.
After a minute…
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