Liam rolled out of his improvised bed and sat up with a sigh. He’d gotten a good night’s rest; the first month in the improvised shoebox had been rough but he’d gotten used it. No matter what materials he convinced his mother to put in there it just hadn’t been comfortable.

Of course, he’d been and remained plenty stressed. Life at five inches was terrible and sleep wasn’t his only problem.

He’d only been a month away from graduating high school when a new pandemic had begun sweeping through the world. It had begun as what seemed to be an internet joke then quickly accelerated into something far more terrifying than death in a hospital bed. Over the course of ten-to-fourteen days, depending on the person, those afflicted lost between ninety and ninety-five percent of their height.

Scientists, doctors, philosophers, politicians all scratched their heads and did their best not to scream as answers refused to appear despite the best efforts of the world’s brightest minds. For no discernable reason roughly one-in-twenty people simply shrank. No pattern was identified, no organism responsible. No country or demographic more affected, and none seemed to differ from the others by more than a couple of days or inches in the course of their diminishment.

They simply shrank. And the world shook.

And Liam, who had been weeks from graduating high school had been afflicted the day he’d started packing for college. It had always been his intention to leave home the day he had his diploma and he’d done everything he could to make it happen. Excellent grades had led to multiple scholarships and planning with friends had led to an already signed lease in an apartment they were going to share while they pursued engineering degrees.

But most importantly for Liam he was escaping home. The trailer in which he’d spent his life wasn’t just confining in terms of space, it was also where the bane of his life resided and squatted. Which was why he’d fallen into despair when he realized his belt needed two more clicks than it had the day before. When he’d realized his hand no longer easily encircled his backpack handle. When his shoes seemed just a little too large.

Before he knew it his friends had guessed his diagnosis and effectively banished him from their lives. No one knew what to do with the shrunken victims of the so-called Puny Pandemic, so it seemed everyone who had the opportunity to simply ignored their former friends. Liam had heard stories of shrunken people finding their way in the world through a variety of quality, and some unsavory, jobs and methods, but for his friends who were also trying to escape the trials of their youths it was simply easier to leave him in the care of his mother.

His mother Tandy had reacted to the news that Liam was shrinking as she responded to everything else: by lighting up a joint.

“Guess you get to hang out with me for awhile longer now, huh?” she’d said as her eyes started to water from the smoke like they always did.

School had immediately told him to stay home; no one was sure if the disease, if it even was one, was communicable and no one wanted to find out the hard way. Graduating high school had vanished along with his height and independence and hope.

His mother had only cared about his shrinking in abstract terms. She’d been on so many medications and illicit substances that her mind was half baked even when she wasn’t baked. If he was home then her monthly benefits kept rolling in. One of the few actions the government had taken was to send the families of those afflicted a small stipend until an answer was found. Thus the lights stayed on and her lifestyle remained unchanged.

Before he could think himself into more of a depression, Liam climbed out of his shoebox-bed. He looked across the dirty carpet and sighed again. It had been months, if ever, since his mother had cleaned anything. As a full-sized teen it had been easy to ignore, especially since he’d maintained his own room as his sanctum. At five inches tall with no shoes and ill-fitting clothes meant for a doll it meant every step had to be carefully placed lest something poke him or something unidentifiable might result in him being stuck in place.

And since his mother hadn’t seen fit to change much of his room beyond making it slightly more accessible it meant she might notice him being stuck for most of the day until she finally realized she hadn’t seen him.

In the hallway things got more disordered.

Tandy didn’t work and hadn’t for years. How she survived Liam was never certain of and he hadn’t pried. Her way of life was to be escaped, not understood. Her distaste for labor extended to the home.

Liam tried to ignore the suddenly dirtier carpet; in his room he’d always removed his shoes but the hallway had been free game for everyone and it showed. Harder to ignore were the loose socks and trash that had been discarded as she walked her favorite path between her bedroom and the living room.

His nose wrinkled at the sight of underwear and he stepped faster. As fast as he could at five inches tall, that is.

The living room already smelled like his mother’s favorite pastime. Whether she was smoking at the moment or not it didn’t matter, the living room was her hangout and the smell of marijuana and anything else she could get permeated the entire room. If she had been smoking right then, this close to the carpet he would have been spared the worst of it but the truth was the only place in the house that had escaped his mother’s pastime was his room. Which was fast losing the battle now that he no longer had the ability to keep it clean.

A glance upward showed Liam that his mother hadn’t even bothered to go to her own bedroom last night. She was still passed out on the couch in a pair of black leggings and a brown tank top. Liam’s friends would’ve gone bug-eyed at the sight; despite all her failings Tandy was a teenage boy’s dream.

What Tandy lacked in work ethic and class she made up for in looks. She had retained her youthful metabolism and despite never working out had the body of a bikini model. Liam had once punched a friend for calling her a blonde bimbo but he’d been right. Tandy was the spitting image of every blonde MILF in porn with massive breasts and a vaguely vacant look on her face, to the point where the entire genre of porn had been ruined for Liam.

If one of his friends had been over, they’d have loved the sight of Tandy passed out on the couch.

Instead Liam only looked at her with embarrassment and tiptoed past her toward the kitchen.

He’d noticed as he shrank that his own metabolism had slowed but it hadn’t vanished. It seemed like though he enjoyed eating he didn’t truly need to, except for once a day. There had been some useful changes which didn’t quite balance out his shrinking but did make it manageable.

The first time he’d fallen off the kitchen counter he’d been sure his life was ending. Instead he’d bounced lightly without feeling any pain. Further experimentation had shown him that his body was more flexible; not quite rubbery but something close to it. Hunger, thirst, the need to breath, feelings of pain. All of these things had vanished almost directly proportional to his lost height.

Now he got down from high places by leaping and letting gravity to the work.

Going up wasn’t nearly so easy.

After a week of prodding Tandy had finally used some of the random chicken-wire laying in the backyard as a ladder for Liam. Liam hadn’t liked eating on the floor, both for sanitary and habit reasons. Tandy hadn’t liked it either but for a more superficial reason: it meant she had to unwrap food, she didn’t cook, and set it on a plate on the ground. Which involved bending over and getting off the couch more often than she was accustomed.

So using scotch tape to put up six-inch wide pieces of chicken wire had been an easy compromise after Liam had given her the idea. And reminded her where it was. And told her how to secure it to the side of the kitchen countertop.

Climbing up the wire should have been difficult, but at his weight it was merely tedious. The same went for tearing open the packaging for a toaster pastry: the foil tore easily but it was comparatively massive. Food for shrunken victims looked and tasted an awful lot like dog food and since his mother seemed to survive entirely off of prepackaged sugars Liam had adapted to those instead.

As he took a bite from a sprinkle the size of a hot dog there was a groan from the living room. He couldn’t see around the corner but Liam knew his mother was waking up with a headache just like she always did. The five-inch tall teen kept eating as his mother stumbled into the kitchen and started making coffee without noticing his presence.

She mumbled to herself as she rinsed a mug, then stumbled back out of the kitchen before the coffee had begun to drip into the carafe. Distantly Liam heard the shower turn on and he sighed.

“Hey Liam!” he said sarcastically to himself, “How’s it going? Ready to spend another day wishing you were anywhere else?”

Before long he’d had all he could stand of fake blueberry flavoring and found himself pacing on the kitchen counter. The prospect of another day at home was painful for multiple reasons. He could operate the television in his room but there was no reasonable way for him to interact with the world through a computer or video games. Even his cell phone was too large to have any non-ridiculous diversions for him.

Which meant another day of staring at the walls of this trailer.

If he hadn’t been realistic about the complete lack of prospects in the outside world he’d have leapt out the window to wander until his body finally gave out or something terrible happened. But in the end he was too afraid.

Lost in thought he barely noticed Tandy walk back into the kitchen clad only in a towel. Liam rolled his eyes when he saw it and remembered how his friends would have gone quiet and needed to adjust themselves. He still couldn’t quite believe how quickly they’d abandoned him to his fate.

Tandy’s long legs vanished under the pink towel which wrapped around her torso as she filled her coffee. Had she sneezed it would have fallen to the ground and revealed a back and massive backside other women would have killed for. Liam knew his friends would have been speechless at the site of her cleavage and she simply would have winked at them.

They all insisted they’d never tried anything with her and Liam believed them. Yes she was his mother, but he couldn’t deny her beauty was intimidating.

But her mind and attitude told a different story.

“Oh!” she gasped when she turned and saw Liam pacing on the counter. Tandy jumped a little and her towel tried to fall. She caught it with one hand but spilled some coffee down her front. With a giggle she fixed the towel and Liam did his best not to look too embarrassed for her.

“Liam!” Tandy said, “I didn’t see you there!”

Liam let the awkward silence speak for itself. He looked left and right and saw that aside from the overturned box of pastries and torn-open package there was nothing else on the counter. Even after weeks of this she hadn’t become any more observant; if someone had robbed the house while she slept she wouldn’t have noticed until she tried to turn on the vanished television.

She gave him a smile and picked up the rest of the pastry, three-quarters of which was still uneaten. Liam’s stomach simply wasn’t large enough.

“You’re all done, right?” she asked rhetorically, taking a bite that caught some of the wrapper, “Good, I’m starved.”

With that said Liam watched her stumble with slightly more coordination back toward the living room. He sighed again. Maybe it would be better to just fend for himself in the outside world. Yes, she was his mother and his only family. But unknowable chaos was starting to look better than perfectly predictable mundane.

There was a knock at the door which made Liam jump and he reflexively hid behind the box of pastries. Any thought of venturing outside vanished as his mother opened the door. A skyscraper sized man, whose name Liam had carefully avoided learning, was there and Tandy wordlessly exchanged some cash with him in exchange for a small plastic baggie. No mention of the fact she was only wearing a towel was made.

The man grunted in response and turned to leave. Tandy had shut the door before he took two steps but the casual speed and mass of their movements were almost too much for Liam to process. Part of him knew that if he couldn’t even handle two normal sized people opening doors then there was no way he would survive the outside world without going insane from fear.

Liam went to the sink to hopefully find a clean shot glass. At his size they were still comically large to drink from but they were the only remotely appropriate item they had. While he searched, eventually simply turning the faucet on just enough to cause a drip and catching it with his hands, he heard the television turn on. There was the crinkling of a plastic bag, and the telltale clink! of his mother’s old lighter.

Tandy let out a groan as Liam turned off the faucet. He was soaked in water from getting his drink and silently thankful that once a day was all the more often he needed to do so.

“This. Is. Amazing!” he heard his mother call out before coughing heavily. The scent of something he didn’t quite recognize hung in the air. It was as though her usual marijuana had been laced with pine needles and something more primal.

With a shake of his head Liam simply stepped to the edge of the counter and quickly surveyed his landing area. Seeing it was safe he leapt. The sudden drop made his insides leap but this was one part of being shrunken that he’d begun to enjoy. Too soon he hit the short carpet and turned the fall into a roll on impact.

Briefly he toyed with the idea of filming his own online videos of tiny-parkour, but he knew no one would be willing to hold the camera.

Then he came on a sight he wished he hadn’t.

Tandy, a blonde worthy of a Greek statue to any but Liam, had lost her towel. Something smoldered between two fingers as she lay on the couch. From his angle Liam could only see her massive breasts and he immediately turned away in embarrassment. On the television a familiar action flick was playing and he focused on it as he held up one hand as a blinder, hoping to quickly pass through the living room to his own.

If today was a ‘naked Mom’ day he didn’t want any part of it and he’d be grateful that her so-called care was extremely hands off.

From where she lay on the couch Tandy took another hit of what was by far the finest hash she’d ever had. Her body had instantly gone comfortably numb and she was relaxed in a way that would have invoked images of nirvana, had she known what that was. She followed the action on screen, marveling at how visceral and personal every movement felt to her.

“This is the best thing ever,” she mumbled to herself as the joint burned down enough to singe her fingertips. Tandy wasn’t quite gone far enough to let it burn her, and she tapped it out on her ancient ashtray, stolen from a bar at the age of fifteen.

On screen the male lead pulled his shirt off and Tandy giggled, suddenly realizing she’d forgotten to get dressed after her shower. Her nipples stood at attention and she gazed at the coffee table, knowing she had at least one thing that vibrated stored in its drawers. Then movement drew her eye.

“Liam!” Tandy said with an excited gasp, leaning forward quickly.

“Oof!” Liam breathed out as her hand encircled him, yanking his tiny body upward quickly.

“You love this movie!” she said, turning him to look at the television like he was a doll. Her mind was hazy and she felt she should be embarrassed about something, but under the influence of this excellent strain there was no need to think deeply.

“Mom!” Liam tried to yell, but she wasn’t listening. Before he could yell again she had leaned back onto the couch and was setting him on the impromptu shelf of her shoulder.

“Come on,” she said in a playful voice he hadn’t heard since he was a child, “When’s the last time we watched Gunner Three-Oh-Eight together?”

Liam sat on her shoulder and leaned against the couch himself. He knew it would be useless to argue with her even if she weren’t high. But since she was, she was likely to forget he was there in a few minutes and he could probably sneak off. On the other hand, she was absolutely right: he did love this movie and it had been a long time since he’d done anything with his mother.

The fact that she was completely naked didn’t escape him, but she was laying in such a way that all he had to ignore was one breast; her legs were sandwiched close together. Not that he was looking, of course. This close to her Liam couldn’t help but smell more of whatever she’d been smoking and he hoped he wasn’t able to get high in his tiny state; if it happened at all it was sure to happen incredibly fast.

As another shootout occurred on the big screen Liam let himself be distracted. The action was thrilling and the one-liners were terrible. Despite everything he found himself laughing right along with his mother, though during the exciting parts he had to hold onto her shoulder to keep from falling when she fake-punched the air.

Tandy found herself completely enthralled in the movie. She felt as though she were really there, fighting ninjas alongside a set of washboard abs and perfectly set scars. As she always did she put herself in the secretary’s role after the first big fight; it was her ultimate fantasy, to be rescued from bad guys by a guy who would be too happy to accept her thanks while she was on her hands and knees.

Without thinking her hand strayed down her abdomen.

Liam was too into the movie to notice the movement. It had been long enough for him that he’d forgotten about the big sex scene, and though the movie was edited for television it really hadn’t cut that much out. So when the secretary started putting her hair up in a ponytail Liam’s face went red.

The world had changed a lot, but he wasn’t comfortable with watching a sex scene with his mother, especially when he was sitting on her shoulder.

He finally noticed his mother’s movement when he went to cover his eyes with his hand, thinking it would be easier to simply pretend he wasn’t there. But then he saw her hand and he froze. It had snuck down, down, down to the cleft between her legs that seemed like miles away. He could still see nothing; the angle wasn’t right and he was thankful. But her hand was moving slowly up and down as though she were scratching an itch.

Liam had never been with a woman before. Not even making out in the back of a theater.

The movements of her hand were hypnotic and though he knew she was his mother and this was absolutely wrong he couldn’t help himself. Between the hormones and secondhand weed he couldn’t help but lean forward. Then she shifted forward.

Tandy smiled as she rubbed her outer lips gently. She knew this sex scene like the back of her hand and had no intention of rushing herself; it led straight into another action scene then back to the bedroom. Intending to reach into the coffee table drawer to grab whichever sex toy she’d left there she suddenly felt movement across her shoulder, then down the front of her body as something fell with a yell.

Her inebriated mind initially thought it was the remote. Then she realized the falling thing had let out a shout just before a shock of electricity shot through her body when it rolled down her abdomen and struck her clitoris as it fell between her legs. The blonde let out a squeal of delight when that happened, considering on screen the secretary had just dropped her skirt to her ankles, then she tried to focus through the pleasant fog of smoke.

Reflexively she rolled her hips forward toward the item between her legs. She was hot and excited and had been reaching for something to stuff inside herself; if this was the remote she knew right where it was going.

Then she leaned forward to see past her hairless mound and suddenly remembered that Liam had been watching the movie with her.

Something flashed through the back of her mind but it couldn’t rise to the surface. Instead of concern and fear and embarrassment her desire won out. A tiny voice tried to mumble that this idea was a terrible one, but the heat from below overrode her other senses.

“Hey down there!” she said, trying to be sensual. It had been days since she’d been laid and suddenly it felt like a lifetime. Her dry mouth was a harsh counter to her soaking tunnel.

Liam stood as quickly as he could on the couch but his mother’s shifting briefly rocked his feet out from under him. He’d fallen when she’d moved suddenly and somehow his tumble had dropped him to the last place he wanted to be. If covering his eyes had been the thing to do on her shoulder then turning and running while screaming was the right thing to do here.

And yet he found himself transfixed.

“Like what you see down there?” Tandy said to him, her words slightly slurred.

He knew she was high. And he knew he should turn and flee. But the simple fact was this was the closest to a vagina he’d ever been and it clearly was ready for action. The teenager was transfixed and Tandy was far from the state of mind where she could make the right decision on anything.

Mere inches from him was a vagina, clean shaven and looking as though it had never been touched. A scent drifted across the air toward Liam and instinctual parts of his brain started banging rocks together in excitement.

“Touch it!” she whispered from above and Liam felt hypnotized. His body felt numb and his mind hazy. He knew he shouldn’t.

Tandy gasped as his hand touched her sensitive lips. All thought vanished as she leaned back and focused on the feelings; it wasn’t much but it was amplified by the weed she had just enjoyed and one of her guilty pleasure movies on television.

Why am I watching this? she asked herself as the little man kept stroking her outer lips, making his way closer to her clit, she leaned forward and reached for the remote. I’ve got the dirty version already in the player!

Liam couldn’t help it. Part of him yelled not to do it, to run to his room and do his best to forget this had happened. The bigger part of him couldn’t help but run his hands along the smooth labia before him. They were more slippery than he had expected and the scent caused his primal urges to leap. He was more erect than he could ever remember being.

His eyes were drawn upward as Tandy groaned above him and shifted forward again. Before he could come to his senses he pulled his eyes away from her face and his gaze settled on the large round orb that sat atop her smooth crevice. It was the size of his own head and he reached toward it like a moth drawn toward a light.

The sound of the movie stopped behind him and Liam heard a terrible one-liner that he’d already heard several minutes ago. Confused he stopped to turn and look at the television. There, dressed the same as his favorite action hero, was a pornstar he vaguely recognized. The secretary in need of rescue had been replaced by a voluptuous blonde who Liam realized with embarrassment reminded him of his mother.

What the hell am I doing? he asked himself, pushing against the hormone and herb induced fog of his mind. He took a step backward.

“Oh yeah!” Tandy said as she saw the blonde secretary, frazzled and hot. This was by far her favorite porn parody.

“Why did you stop?” she asked Liam as she looked back down. Need filled her and she couldn’t understand his sudden reluctance. So she rationalized it the only way she could understand right now.

“Oh!” Liam’s mother called from above him as he tried to step away. “Silly me! You’re overdressed!”

“Hey, wai--!” he tried to call as she picked him up. Before he knew it she’d pulled all the not-quite-fitting doll clothing from his body and he was being lowered between her legs once more.

“You silly boy!” she said as she noticed his raging erection even from that far away, “Why didn’t you tell me this was something you were interested in?”

Her voice took on a pouting tone: “We missed out on so much bonding time!”

“This is what I-“ Liam started to say as her hand turned him horizontal. He froze, nervous in the change of position but not so confused he didn’t realize what was happening.

Above him there was a groan of delight as his feet slid into something boiling hot which engulfed him immediately to his knees in its slippery hunger. Before he could react he felt his thighs and waist be swallowed as well before Tandy’s hand let him go. She let out a delighted groan and Liam matched her against his will: his cock was rubbing up against her slick walls and it was the best thing he’d ever felt.

Liam couldn’t help it. He kicked his legs as though he were swimming through some kind of ecstasy-inducing quicksand. Every movement caused his cock to slide along her smooth wet insides and he didn’t even try to resist the sensations. His hormones caused him to move his body rhythmically in an approximation of the hip thrusting that it knew would help it completely its biological imperative.

Tandy was no different. In her hazy mind all she knew was that this new toy was doing an incredible job; the fact that it was her son made no difference to her. She stretched for a justification and found that it was all too easy. When was the last time they’d done anything together in this new world that she didn’t understand?

The simple fact was that this fulfilled multiple of her needs: this was cuddling with her son and masturbation all in the same convenient time frame.

On screen the secretary was kneeling in front of her well-muscled savior and about to show him her appreciation. Tandy licked her lips, wishing it were her kneeling in front of that set of abs. The movement in her pussy became more frantic in perfect time with the big reveal, matching Tandy’s excitement at seeing the hero’s rod flop out of his pants directly onto the rescued secretary’s tongue.

Liam knew in vague terms that there was porn playing on the television but he couldn’t bring himself to look. He was far too engrossed in sensation. Having never had sex in the first place he couldn’t compare it to anything but his hand and it was far inferior.

The heat, the scent, the rubbing. His cock was on electric fire from the direct wet contact and the squeezing, the pulsing, the entire situation was overloading his teenage mind. Before he realized what was happening he’d slipped into the wet cavern up to his chest and heard a cry of joy above him as his feet pushed against something hard: Tandy’s cervix.

That was all the stimulation he needed. With a shout that Tandy couldn’t hear over the gagging noises coming from the television Liam exploded. He pushed his hips hard against her walls and pushed a hand inside her, which caused her to tighten more in pleasure but also let him stroke himself to prolong his orgasm. Instinct overrode reason as he shot the biggest load of his life inside that hot tunnel, giving in to need over sanity.

Her hips were shaking and so was Liam as he returned to his senses in post-orgasmic clarity. The wave of endorphins had pushed the secondhand weed from his brain and he suddenly realized who and where he was engulfed in up to his chest.

“Shit, no!” he yelled out as a glance upward showed him his mother’s manicured nails rubbing circles on her clit. His arm was pulled free from her soaking insides as he reached for purchase on her smooth-shaven skin. With a cry of effort he pulled himself slightly outward, looking up and seeing the parody of his favorite movie continuing: the hero was reloading a pistol while the blonde woman did her best to hide his entire length in her mouth.

I’m gonna be sick! Liam thought as he kicked again, making a swimming motion while extracting himself from his mother’s snatch. I’m watching porn with my mother, while she uses me to masturbate.

His stomach rolled but it seemed shrinking had removed his ability to vomit as well.

Suddenly too much of his body was outside of hers to keep him stuck any longer. With a schop! sound of suction releasing he fell to the couch, too wet himself to notice the wet spot he had landed on.

Before he could stand Tandy’s hand wrapped around him.

She barely noticed him pushing against her fingers; all the titanic blonde knew was that her second favorite part of the movie was moments away and her toy had slipped out of her. Tandy was far past the point of thinking rationally, she just needed to be stuffed. If her delivery man had shown up at that moment she would have opened the door and pounced on him.

Instead she picked up her five-inch tall son, briefly wished he hadn’t shrank quite so much, and said, “Be good for mommy!”

Then she plunged him headfirst into her pussy just as the hero on screen rammed his entire length into the blonde secretary. She pulled and thrust his squirming form out of her as fast as she could, wishing she were the blonde on the television, leaning over a desk while a well-muscled man pulled her hair. Liam’s arms pushed against her delicate insides and she rubbed furiously at her clit as she felt her orgasm fast approaching.

Liam screamed with fear as he slid inside his mother’s pussy but the smooth insides accommodated him easily; he slipped inside headfirst just as easily as he had feet-first. Just as he expected to slam his head against her cervix he felt his arms push against that hard surface and his course was reversed. Her fingers had slid down to his ankles and squeezed him hard there but he felt no pain. Just relief that the grip made it so he wasn’t long enough to repeatedly be smashed against the only hard part of his mother’s relevant anatomy.

His scream let in a mouthful of her lubrication and he tried to spit out the salty fluid in vain. Liam swung his arms wildly in a panic as he slid back and forth but he knew it was only making things better for his mother. Then his cock reawakened to the scent and heat and smoothness it was being dragged along and before he knew it Liam felt his desire returning.

Shrinking hadn’t changed the staying power of a horny teenager’s sex drive.

“This!” he tried to say against his mother’s hot flesh, “Is!” he was yanked back and forth again, his sensitive cock becoming electric with pleasure again, “Ridiculous!”

Before he knew it he was anticipating each pull and thrust, trying to get another hand back on his cock. It was disorienting, dark, squeezing, claustrophobic. But somehow Liam found himself enjoying it more and more as his own level of arousal grew again from nonexistent to uncontrollable. It wasn’t lost on him when the thrusting grew more erratic but he found himself unable to maintain his pumping grasp; there was too much movement and he was covered in incredible amounts of natural lubrication.

Tandy leaned forward as she knew the cumshot was coming. Her orgasm was timed perfectly as she thrust Liam in and out of her snatch and she cried out as she was pushed over the edge by the sight of the hero’s cock twitching and thrusting deep in the secretary’s tiny pussy. In her mind she could feel every shot of warm fluid in her own snatch, feelings not-quite-mimicked by Liam’s pushing.

But close enough.

Her toes curled and her eyes crossed briefly as she squeezed her pussy hard around the toy, holding it as deep as she could for as long as she could until she was just too sensitive to keep up her self-assault. With a sigh she pulled her hand from her toy, her mental fog knowing it would slip out of her in a few minutes. She was too exhausted to think and she felt it still vibrating pleasantly in her pussy.

“Happy happy toy,” she mumbled to herself as she picked up the remote and turned off the television. For a moment she tried to remember which toy she’d even been using, but shrugged as fatigue rolled back into her mind; a post-orgasmic bliss that demanded a nap. Tandy reached for the throw blanket and pulled it up just enough to cover her nipples before her head lolled back onto the armrest.

Liam felt Tandy’s canal squeeze him harder than ever. If he hadn’t needed far less oxygen than normal he was sure he would have suffocated. Instead he felt his faculties return to him rapidly when her hand released his ankles and his own sex was no longer being dragged back and forth inside of hers. Almost instantly the very scent of his mother filled his nostrils and his mind with disgust.

Carefully, so as not to get her excited again, he started to scoot outward. Her relaxing vagina helped him somewhat and he felt himself slide backward out of her pussy and fall once more onto the couch. It was dark despite the fact that he could sense a gap between her legs, but as his eyes adjusted he realized he could see some light from above.

Is she covered in a blanket? he wondered, cursing his hormones, his mother, and his life in general. Before anything else could happen he turned to stumble toward her feet and hopefully escape back to his room where he could douse himself in soap to wash away the scent of his mother’s sex.

Then she scooted downward to make herself comfortable and Liam vanished under her weight with a scream.

Two hours later Tandy awoke from the best nap of her life. She sat up and tossed the blanket off her naked body and giggled to herself, hoping Liam wasn’t around to see her naked. She wasn’t completely sure why she’d been sleeping on the couch but when her hand reflexively reached between her sex she remembered that she’d been playing with herself and some particularly useful toy. For a moment her hand searched unsuccessfully for it and she shrugged as her stomach growled.

“I’ll find it after breakfast,” she said to herself, then giggled again as she saw the clock. She felt unusually giddy and then recalled the package of new hash she’d gotten from her dealer that morning. Suddenly her great mood and appetite made sense to her. “I mean, second breakfast.”

In the kitchen she found the box of pastries and pulled out a new one, vaguely remembering eating one earlier. As she tried to remember more of the morning, aside from the greatest masturbation session in recent memory, she reached down to scratch her rear.

Then froze as she realized the itching across her left cheek was something more than just skin getting used to moving after sleeping on a blanket fold for several hours. In a flood she suddenly remembered everything that had happened since she’d taken her first hit that morning.

“Oh my god!” she cried out, dropping the pastry before she could take a bite.

Liam let out a sigh of relief as his mother peeled his body from her left cheek. A side effect of shrinking he could have done without learning of had resulted in him slowly getting plastered against his mother’s skin. He hadn’t quite been smashed paper but the slow-yet-unstoppable force of her weight had slowly been smashing him flat. After an hour of her laying on him he’d been firmly pressed to her skin and half his normal thickness, after two hours he’d easily have fit between her left cheek and the tightest pair of pants she’d owned, though an onlooker would have seen the outline of his body press against her leggings.

As bizarre as the feeling of slowly being flattened was, slowly snapping back to his original shape felt equally strange. He tried not to think of what could happen to him if he were stepped on, or worse.

“Liam!” Tandy said, too relaxed to care that she was completely naked with her son, who she’d just used as a dildo. Her memory told her that as much as she’d enjoyed it, he must have enjoyed it too.

“What were you doing down there, you silly boy?”

Liam tried to speak but his lungs weren’t working correctly yet; they were still smashed but he could feel parts of himself popping back into place.

He wanted to yell to her to drop him, to let him down. That what had happened earlier was a terrible mistaken and she needed to stop smoking whatever it was she’d used.

Then her eyes narrowed and she gave him a smile that chilled him to the bone.

“That’s okay,” she whispered, “What happened earlier? I wish it had happened sooner. I’ve been such a bad mommy.”

As she spoke she started walking back toward the living room and Liam didn’t miss the significance. Her eyes darted to something on the table and her other hand lifted up to caress her right breast. Liam tried to shake his head but she wasn’t looking at him.

“I’ve been neglecting my boy!” she said in a sad tone, “But we just found something we can do together, didn’t we?”

Liam tried to yell “No!” but instead her hand pulled him toward her face. Unceremoniously his legs slipped between her lips again, but this time suction from her throat pulled him further inside and her teeth gently clamped onto his waist to keep him from falling out. He cried out in fear as he looked down, putting his hands on Tandy’s chin, far too worried about the potential fall to be worried about the view of her magnificent breasts.

For the moment his ability to survive a fall was forgotten.

Then her tongue started tickling his cock. Heat bloomed through his body as she sucked lightly on his lower half, driving all thought from his brain. She suckled on him like a popsicle and he closed his eyes to savor the overwhelming feeling; the first thing his re-inflated lungs did was let out a moan.  He didn’t even notice when she rolled another joint with the new marijuana she’d gotten that morning, which had led them to this situation in the first place. Nor did he notice when she sat down on the couch and opened the coffee table drawer, which revealed to her delight a knob-covered vibrator and a bottle of lubrication.

But he did notice when she stopped sucking on his legs and her tongue left his cock. Tandy tilted her head forward suddenly and opened her mouth wide, causing Liam to fall with a surprised shout. For the second time that day he found himself tumbling down his mother’s front and landing between her legs, mere inches from her pussy.

He paused as he looked at her lips again, currently looking unexcited but he knew how quickly that could change. Then there was a click! from above, followed by the sound of sharp inhalation and a small cough. Liam looked up just in time to see Tandy blow a small cloud of smoke at him.

The television came on with its own click and Liam turned away from the smoke, trying to avoid it but feeling his body instantly start to tingle. On screen a blonde who looked just like his mother had was laying on top of a desk looking satisfied while fake explosions went off in the window behind her and semen leaked out of her abused-looking pussy.

There was another cough above him as his mother took another hit. This time when she blew a cloud at Liam he couldn’t help but inhale; her hand had come down and pushed him backward until his back pushed against her labia.

“I’m so glad we found something to bond over, am I right?” Tandy said in a hoarse voice.

The blonde leaned backward and rubbed Liam against her pussy; he’d enjoy the foreplay as much as she did. On screen there would soon be another fight scene, then the hero would be taking the only female assassin’s ass over her half-hearted protests.

Her anus tingled as she wondered if Liam had ever had any backdoor action.