Max, freshly freed from his mother's warm, wet pussy after a humiliating morning ride, panted in the sink as he scrubbed away the dripping evidence. 'Mom, that snatch of yours is a death trap—next time warn a guy before you get all horny and clench!' he shouted up, his tiny voice sharp. She loomed above, strong and unyielding, her ass flexing as she replied with a wink, 'Oh please, you came out fine, didn't you? Besides, a little wet heat builds character.' Suddenly she burst back in, sweating and clenching, farts straining out. 'Toilet's broken—damn it, I need to shit now!' Max pleaded, 'No, Mom, anywhere but here!' But she sat her pudgey flesh down, trapping him beneath her ass. 'Sorry, little man, no choice—hold on!' The mudslide hit, burying him in diarrhea for ten endless minutes as he clawed up only to be buried again. When done, she pulled him free, rinsing with a gentle kiss. 'No TP left, so you're up for ass duty.' She rubbed his hard little body up her crack, witty as ever: 'Think of it as a blowjob in reverse—efficient, no?' He gasped, 'This is disgusting!' She laughed, 'You're tougher than that cock of yours looks,' then rinsed him once more and cradled him in her palm. 'Palm only from now on—you've suffered enough.'
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