When at last he'd recovered enough to do something other than dry-heave, Kyle, caked thicker in his parent's cum and ass-sweat even than the crunched-in bedroom wall itself, turned himself over in Roberta's hand. He coughed until a glob of sour maternal ejaculate he'd swallowed came back up, and with his airways clear again, the tears began to flow in time with the full-body quakes of his trauma. How could anyone be expected to endure this, he wondered? No matter how hard he tried to numb himself to the nauseating disgust, the skin-chafing pain, the brushes with unconsciousness or worse, Roberta always managed to top herself.
Every time the boy fooled himself into believing he'd found the secret to walling himself off in a mental prison, to become a lifeless puppet while his mom crammed him in and out of her cunt, slapping him between bloated ass cheeks that could've cracked his skull from the wrong angle, his expectations for just how bad things could get were raised even higher. The more repetitions of this body-fucking ritual he was forced to survive, the more plausible it seemed that accidentally perishing mid-coitus due to Roberta's clumsiness might not even be the worst thing. It was debatable whether any hellish afterlife really be so much more tortuous than the reality he was already "living," and living was a generous term.
"M-Mom... please..." Kyle wept, sputtering for the impossible words that might convince her to have mercy. It wasn't just emotional duress stopping him from pleading now, but the fact that every syllable he spoke or breath he took made him taste the same skin-curdling fustiness of her vaginal juices which now clung to the insides of his tiny jaws. Still, Kyle soldiered through, wiping the tears just in time to see his mother's proud and adoring countenance beaming down at him. "I c-can't do anymore... n-not like this. Please, Mom. Please... s-stop this. It's gonna... I d-don't know how much more I can h-handle before I just... just..."
"Settle down, baby. Just... breathe. You were wonderful, as always. No need to get all worked up now," Roberta interrupted with a purr, her own breathing still luxuriously labored in the aftermath of that explosive orgasm. Seemingly just a little concerned for him, though, her fingertips petted her shrunken son up and down her palm. She massaged her fluids into his skin while simultaneously making it even harder for him to speak, especially when she made a point of stroking across his face, an act that pushed another mouthful of her congealed pussy-gunk between his lips. Either in blissful denial or simply too euphoric after such a fantastic finish, the woman studied the helpless lad in her palm, overcome with affection. "Kyle, baby, does Mommy tell you enough how much she values you? Hmm, does she? I know I tell you that I love you every day in a million different ways... some ways better than others... but I truly do appreciate you more than I do anything else in this world. Understand? Especially when I think back to our relationship just six months ago, the way things were, I... never thought I'd be close with you again like before you became a man. Never thought we'd ever come back together. Then, all... this... happened, all this crazy serendipity that brought us back together as a mother and son, as we should be. And, gosh, baby... Mommy's smitten. What else can I say? I know sometimes Mommy asks a lot of you... I see it in your face, even if you are having fun and you love Mommy almost as much as she loves you, that you have a hard time now and again adjusting to all the changes in this new life of ours. But love can be hard sometimes, baby, and it should be. That's how you know things are solid in a couple, when they can do things together that are difficult, but that feel good and right, and in the end, everyone is better for it. Speaking of hard, though..."
Having been lulled into a cum-drunken haze by his mother's creepily soothing love pronouncement, Kyle was startled back to life by the bracing sensation of Roberta's fingertips clamping fast around his cock. Sure enough, he was still sporting a half-chub as a result of such prolonged grinding in and out of those horrifically squishy confines, slamming his micro-dick into the ever-tightening walls of her smelly cooch until he was just as much on the verge of a rug-burn there as an erection. Of course, his thing was only barely standing now, pitifully propped up and hidden between her giant gooey fingerpads, but Kyle's mom was a master of making mountains out of molehills when it came to even the slightest hint that her boy toy was aroused by her vile assaults.
"See what I mean, baby?" Roberta throatily whispered. She carried her son closer to her face, her nostrils flaring and hot breath fogging around him, all while twiddling his rod along the grooves of her fingerprints. Conveniently, she failed to notice him wince each time she slid his slippery manhood from side to side. "Sometimes you have to put in just a little effort to get lots of pleasure on the other side. What is it again the kids of your generation say? Work hard, play hard. That's it. Well, you worked so hard for Mommy, it's only right she returns the favor by playing with you too."
"N-No... I d-don't want to-" Kyle wheezed. Disoriented at the motion of the giantess's fingers, not only on his member but spinning him around her palm to make it trickier to protest, the six-inch boy tried to reach for his mother's thumb and index finger cinched around his meager hard-on. Even when he got a grip, however, the leftover liquids from their squirt-happy ass-clapping romp made her skin too slick for him to hang on, and either way, Roberta's fingers alone were stronger than her little boy's whole self. She clearly wasn't taking no for an answer.
"Nonsense! Now, what kind of lover would Mommy be if she was so selfish as to not ensure we both reached the finish line? Yes, as the big one around here, it's Mommy's privilege a lot of the time to have her fun first and foremost... and God, baby, how can you blame me for getting off too quick, when I've got a body like yours squirming up inside me... but I can't imagine anything crueler than giving you all that buildup, teasing and tempting you with Mommy's gifts, only to leave you with teeny tiny blue balls. Can you?"
Kyle, meanwhile, could in fact imagine several things crueler than that. Unfortunately, his panic attack was in full swing now, making him more vulnerable than ever to being pinned down by Roberta's fingers. Plus, he felt so wretched from the sick flavors and even sicker conversation that he feared puking if he opened his mouth to stutter out another wail. Thus he fell silent and just shut his eyes, his last defense, which the woman took as tacit acceptance of the rewards Kyle had earned for himself. And she intended to deliver.
In love with the sight of his passive naked body, "her" territory marked by her cum and sweat glistening all over the boy's skin, Roberta's broad smile narrowed into a ravenous O-shape. Extracting her fingers to reveal a still barely-stiffened mini-penis, the woman's thin lips wrapped easily over Kyle's shameful nudity, closed wetly around it, and proceeded to suckle. The tip of her tongue coyly sought out the tip, grinding slobbery tastebuds and flicking his shaft like a light switch, while her lips undulated the short distance along his shrunken length. Within three pulses, her fresh saliva was leaking down Kyle's waist. She was gentle to start, at least by her own estimation, though even a tender blowjob from Roberta was taxing for Kyle and his friction-averse dick, which meant that when his mother began to use more passionate force, his alarm only increased. The moist pressure from within the hot cave of her mouth was pulling so hard on his cock that Kyle's entire body was beginning to bounce up and down off his mom's palm, creating an unpleasant suction sound effect each time his nectar-glossed back was peeled on and off her clammy skin.
Flopping like a fish in Roberta's hand from all the conflicting sensations, the boy soon had his limbs restrained by two more of the woman's fingers, leaving him only to writhe while she gave him the sloppiest BJ in recent memory, and there had been some real disgusting doozies before too. Little by little, she was winning this war of sexual attrition, and Kyle's member was hardening, albeit only by a few fractions of an inch in the scheme of things, but judging by the way Roberta's moans heightened in reaction, it was like she'd given herself a shot of ecstasy. In effort to stave off orgasm, Kyle actually opened his eyes: a last-ditch hopes of finding some inspiration to soften his erection. Pulled up so close to his mom's giant face, he didn't have to look very far. Those tangled frizzy brunette locks of hers was now matted by dried sweat at all angles against her forehead. Some of her messily-applied makeup had begun to melt down her middle-aged flesh due to the candlelit humidity and sexual exhaustion. Pores dotted her pumping cheeks like the surface of a used sponge. Just above her lips, of course, he spotted the same familiar nigh-invisible ultra-fine hairs that only became disgustingly visible when she had her greedy mouth around the boy's junk, which regrettably was becoming a more frequent occurrence.
Despite his focus on these grotesque up-close elements of his unattractive motherly molester's features, Kyle discovered yet again just how persistent Roberta could be. She didn't seem to tire of sucking him off, even when he failed to maintain his hardness at first and started to shrivel again. Her confidence in herself, her sensual prowess, and his own imaginary devotion to her was simply too powerful. After nearly half an hour of relentless licking and pulsating of those wrinkle-lined pink lips around Kyle's reluctant chub, which meant accidentally rinsing his whole body in her whiffy saliva, his wriggling under her fingers became more intense during the final approach. His eventual orgasm was as meek and embarrassing as the foreplay, giving off only a defeated gasp and a last wrenching before shooting the prize into his mother's gaping maw.
"Mmmm... oh, good. I knew you had that in you, baby. But... it did take you a while, didn't it? Usually you're practically bursting by the time I've had my turn. Mommy must not have warmed you up as well as she thought she did," Roberta said, leaning back into the strewn pillows, and cupping her son across both palms so she could address him. She lapped at her lips, savoring his liquid gratuity, then addressed him more seriously. "Dear, I want you to know that Mommy has heard your concerns... which is my duty, I think, given the nature of our relationship. And I've come to a decision."
"R-Really?" After so much repulsive back-and-forth, Kyle was just beaten down enough to stupidly let new hope reach his heart for an instant. "Y-You mean you'll-"
"Yes, baby, exactly. We've been going to the inter-size group therapy meetings for a while now, but I think as our relationship has evolved, it's only right to make sure our needs are being met in the correct environment, and... clearly... you're in need of some help. And it's Mommy's job to figure out exactly how to give you what you need. You're still my baby boy, after all, as you'll always be, and I have a certain responsibility as the one in charge of you. So, I've been browsing some of the other types of meetings the facility offers, and I've decided now is the time for us to switch over to the inter-size couples therapy meetings. I know, I know. It's the perfect solution, right?"
Deciding to remain silent and quit while he was behind, terror gripped Kyle at this revelation. Then again, he supposed he had only himself to blame for believing his mom might finally see his tormented reactions and desperate resistance to arousal as signs that he almost preferred death to spending another week in her sex-craving clutches. Instead, his inability to get an instant erection from his own mother's blowjob skills had apparently earned him time in even more intensely intimate settings. The group therapy sessions were already bad enough, as Roberta had practically converted all the other members to her unique methods of parenting. He hardly dared to picture what awaited in the more advanced romantic settings of couples therapy. The unknown of it all kept the boy awake into the night, long after Roberta had blown out the candles and tucked her naked offspring between her tits to snore her way through slumber.