Chapter #6Earliest Memories by: Unknown "Isn't this wonderful, Steven? Getting to spend quality time, just the two of us?" you mom says cheerfully, looking down at you between her legs from behind her huge tits and belly.
"I mean, it's a little awkward to be honest, Mom," you say, not fully encompassing how you actually feel about this situation. You want out, but you doubt she's going to let you.
"Awww, don't look at it like that, sweetheart. Even if you're sixteen you can still be Mommy's baby boy. There's nothing wrong with that at all. I'm sure there's plenty of boys your age, older even, that take baths with their mother and drink her milk. It's just a sign of mother-son love!" She scoops you up in her hands again and wraps you in a huge, blubbery hug, pinning you in the sweaty valley between her milky tits. "And I do love you sooo much!"
"I uhh... love you too, Mom," you hesitate to say, your voice muffled by her fat. She is your mom, and you can't say you don't love her, but you're not exactly enjoying this "quality time". What's gotten into her, anyway? She's never been this maternal before, even around the twins. Usually she tries to put on the "cool mom" kind of act, not the overly attached one.
She keeps you wrapped in this hug for quite some time, stroking your back and gently cooing every now and then as if you were a baby she was lulling to sleep. You hate to admit it, but you're actually kinda comfy being wrapped up in her embrace; she feels like she's made out of warm, although kinda wet pillows. The smell is still quite off-putting though.
Eventually she frees you from her chest, and raises you up so that you're level with her chubby smiling face. She plans a kiss on you that was probably meant for your cheek, but ends up smothering your entire face with her massive lips. "It's moments like these that really make me think back," she sighs, a dreamy, half-lidded expression on her face. "You've grown so much these past years, but I still remember the day you were born like it was yesterday. You probably don't remember it at all, do you?"
"No..." you say slowly, "no, I was... way too young Mom."
"Oh, it was such a wonderful moment, Steven. Most women say it's painful, but I barely even felt it. And you really took your time with it too; you must have been so comfortable in my womb, huh?" This conversation is really getting a bit strange now. "All warm and safe inside your mommy without a care in the world... And I loved carrying you around knowing that."
Suddenly, you see a strange look come onto her smiling face, like a glint in her eyes. "Steven..." she says in a low, quiet voice, "why don't we feel that again?"
"What?"
"I want to feel you in my womb again, honey. You're old enough now that you'll remember it, so you can see how amazing it really is. And I'd really love to feel my baby Steven inside me again..."
You stare at Gwen in complete disbelief. She can't actually be serious about this. It's just not possible! But then again, there were a lot of things you though we're impossible before today.
The water in the tub sloshes around violently as she scoots lower in the tub to make her crotch more accessible. Still smiling at you, she moves your body down past her huge stomach to the wet, orange jungle that is her pubic hair, and begins moving you toward it face first.
"Mom? Mom?!" You try to get her attention, to tell her this is simply impossible, but your face is quickly buried in her foul smelling hair that scratches your face and gets in your mouth. Eventually you feel your face press up against a soft, wet, fishy smelling slit, the very place you were conceived, and to your horror you begin to slip inside! Her pussy closes around your neck as your entire head is quickly slipped inside, but she's not stopping there.
"Mom stop! I don't want to go in here!" you scream as loud as you can. Gwen hears none of it though; her blubber is too thick, and she's far too lost in the pleasure of stuffing her son into her cunt. The huge pussy takes in your shoulders with ease, the last thing you hoped could save you. All you have left is kicking and screaming.
"Mmm..." Gwen moans as she unbirths you. "Just relax, baby. Mommy's putting you back where you'll be safe and sound. This is the closest a mother and her baby can be. Isn't it wonderful?"
No this isn't wonderful! you want to scream. This is fucked up on a level you never thought could be possible! How could that woman get into such a mindset?!
An feeling of claustrophobia begins to overtake you as you feel your body run into what seems like the back of Gwen's womb, preventing you from going any further. You begin being forced into the fetal position to fit in the small space, as if her body were really forcing on you that she wanted to present you were her unborn child again. As she finally pushes your feet between her lips, her body seems to do the rest in terms of sucking you back into her womb and curling you up.
"Ahhh..." Gwen sighs as her vagina closes up around you, sealing you inside. "My little baby Steven finally back where he belongs. Isn't it so wonderful being inside your Mommy again? I bet after this you'll wish you never even left."
"Mom! Let me out!" you cry from your hot, pulsating prison. Aside from her voice, all you can hear is the loud beating of her heart in constant rhythm. It's so dark you can't even see your knees tucked directly in front of your face. It's hot and humid and cramped, and you don't like it one bit.
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