"Darlin', I may just have to make you read this book yourself... once I'm through with it, of course," she said, addressing her son directly for the first time since jamming him in her underwear. "I think you might relate to it, silly as some of it seems. Yes, Chaz is much more built than you, and he's definitely got a size advantage in multiple ways, but I certainly see eye-to-eye with Gladys more often than not, and when it comes down to it, you're my own little schmeckel of a football captain. You may have thought you were big out there in the "real" world, but when you're in my house, things go by my rules, and the sooner you get on my wavelength, the happier you'll be. That's what Chaz is finding out, anyway. Maybe you could follow his example. Not to mention you could test out some of his techniques... oy vey..."
Joanne mopped the back of her hand over her perspiring forehead and let out a shallow wheeze of arousal as the encounter between Gladys and Chaz went from mere eating-out fest to a more rigorous affair. She was no longer budging in response to specific moves made by the equally mature and generous-figured book character, but actively gyrating in the seat. Her blubbery ass and wide hips rocked against the arms of the chair, practically bending them out of the place and making the legs groan. The platform itself was beginning to sag from all this activity. Now in a steady rhythm, Joanne could feel her tiny son tweaking against her vag with each arc of her hindquarters, rewetting him every few seconds while she approaching gushing-point.
"Why did I take so long to think of this, huh, sugar-plum?" Joanne croaked, throwing her head back and letting her deep-pitched moan echo through the house. "Here you were all this time, sitting right in front of me: the solution to all my problems, at least when it comes to reading a good book. You don't know what it's been like, trying to keep the pages open with one hand and get the juices flowing just right. AWFUL, that's how it's been. But this is ideal. No need to twiddle the bean, as they say, and turn pages at once. You've got one of those bases covered for your mama, haven't ya? This is... mmmm... mercy me, this is the life."
By now Joanne was practically jumping out of her chair with every thrust of her hips, while the barely-stable furniture squeaked like an old mattress. Her mumbled praise turned to peals of hideous sexual groaning as she clapped her three-inch-tall lad at the apex of her jiggly thunder-thighs. Every wiggle threatened to swallow him up between her plump pussy lips; Tommy was kept from entering only by the continual tide of goo, his mother's itchy pube thicket, and the binding threads. Several times in his stupefied state, he let himself foolishly hope that it was over, especially when Joanne's volume rose to new levels of shrill, and the cum began to coagulate around him, with nowhere else to escape against the already-drenched wall of her underwear.
Nevertheless, like a fireworks display finale, every false climax just meant the next uprising of liquid and cries was a horrific surprise, until at last Joanne squatted in her seat, balling Tommy into the tightest-yet embrace of labial fat and oily hair-tufts, grunted in ecstasy, and then splayed out in her chair. The orgasm quaked her entire pear-shaped body while the promised fountain of squirted cum shot past the pube forest to enclose the shrunken boy's whole self in a bubble of solid, lukewarm, ooey-gooey motherly happiness.
Joanne took her sweet time in recovering, having allowed herself to slump all the way to the floor and settle into the afterglow of the best finish she'd experienced in quite a while. Once she'd consciously savored every ounce of pleasure she'd received due to the trio of Gladys, Chaz, and especially Tommy, she resolved to fish her boy out of his fleshy holster. Her panties had to be peeled away from her inner thighs, as there wasn't a single dry thread left in the garment, and after cramming her fingers into the cum-speckled carpet, she found her boy's submissive shape half-tucked into her pussy already, along with the threads tying him down. Re-centering him took some effort, since her secretions had dried thick and sludgy over Tommy like a fly in amber, but she was persistent in aligning his head with her clit again, though to the boy's dismay, she wasn't planning on taking the panties off. Still, Roberta was deeply gratified not only that he'd been so "supportive" during the act, but also that he'd gone docile in the aftermath so she could fully enjoy his work without distraction. Now freed from the hairy embrace just enough to breathe, Tommy hacked and spewed up a throatful of his mom's ooze indistinguishable from the frosting already caked over his body.
"Well, baby..." Joanne murmured, snickering on the end as she gazed lovingly at her crotch-dweller. "...I guess congratulations are in order, aren't they? My little sweet-pea isn't a virgin anymore. Not even close. How does it feel to be a real man at long last? As close as it's possible to be a real man given these circumstances, I mean."
Coughing up another revolting glob, Tommy struggled to look up between the doughy canyon of his mom's gigantic legs and up to her cheeky sweat-dotted face without getting his head tangled in the soupy matting of her bush again. Regardless of whether he could've actually spoken, opening his mouth only led to more rejection of the goop from his lungs.
"I suppose it's only natural for things to be a little rough the first time anyone learns about the birds and bees firsthand. It was that way for me, too," Joanne sympathetically sighed. She reached for her son's head again, roughly kneading it with her thumbpad to wipe away the surplus muck, though she mostly only succeeded in smearing a fresh streak across his little face.
"P-Please get me out of here, Mom. I n-need a break... to rest," Tommy begged. Though he spoke with the same desperate fervor, there was hollowness in his tone that was unlikely to heal. "Please."
"Get you out? When we've barely even begun?" Joanne snort-laughed. "And if ya want a rest, toots, you may want to notice that's what you're gettin' right now. Hate to break it to ya, baby... well, maybe "hate" is a strong word... but you're going to have to get used to doin' this for your mama more often. Once you've had a taste of champagne, you can't really go back to gas station wine, now can you? Well, that's how I feel now, and I'm sure you wouldn't expect your mother to just go back to the way things were, knowing how much better things can be with a little help. Not to mention, I barely got through one chapter of this thing, and it's only the first time Gladys and Chaz have really gotten into each other. Oh, I can hardly wait to find out what they do next. I'll try not to spoil it for you, baby. Plus, you'll remember, what we're doing now was to help ease you into the main event. Foreplay. Understand? The main course is still waiting in the wings for his chance to shine, and especially after how well you did on your own, I think you and Big Ben are going to make the very best of friends."
Realization washed over him even more gruesomely than the last wave of frothy cum, and Tommy broke through his tormented reverie just in time to scream a more dire protest, but Joanne was already well-past the point of listening, and after waggling her fingers goodbye at him, let the sticky waistband of her plus-size panties snap flush to her plush curves again. The tension immediately bashed her son like a miniature crash test dummy into the sticky cushion of her pubes again, bopping his trembling features against her clit in such a way that she couldn't help but mewl, even so soon after the previous eruption.
"Hush now. Just get back in your spot. Yes, there. Mommy's bent and broken her back for you your whole misguided life, sweetie-pie. It's only fair you bend yours just a little to pay back some of that debt, isn't it?" Joanne cooed, feeling her boy's body align with the cusp of her lips, his tiny spine hyperextending ever so slightly to fit her hairy mound.
Groaning almost as loudly as she had while approaching orgasm, the woman pulled herself up off the floor, marveling again at the tantalizing sensation of her son sinking deeper into the thrall of her pubes and the puffy lips of her puss. This time she didn't try to pry him back the other direction, however, but allowed her cameltoe to fully reform, the cum-soaked fabric and Tommy along with it gulped into her clutches.
Upon taking a seat, and feeling her boy settling fully behind the flabby shutters of her vag, Joanne gasped again. Not wanting to waste such perfect placement for her new "reading" buddy, she scooped up the well-loved book again and continued right on with the escapades of Gladys and Chaz, while Tommy resumed seizing and shaking, as was the only possible response to being absorbed fully into his mom's pussy, prevented from tumbling into the squishy void only by the ropes lashing him to her repulsive panties. Fresh feminine honey dribbled anew in syrupy strands from the stuffy hovel around him.