He should have a nice plump tender rump, the fattier the better. I can see her salivating as she stares at my exposed pink porkhole. You’re my delicious little boy. In the back of my head, behind all the pleasure from the cold butter sliding effortlessly against my prostate, I’m still trying to figure out how to escape. She likes to call me her boy and I call her Mommy. Cook the pie in the over until the crust is golden brown and the boy stops twitching. – “but Mommy I’m already agitated” I say. She lies me down a low, leathery surface, straps my wrists below me and fixes and my ankles near my head. At the door she says:
“I’m sorry sweet piggy but you don’t get to see the next part.”
She hands me a blind folder and fingers my loose boyhole again while I put it on. I guess she just wants to ruin it. Usually the first thing to go up my boyhole every time she sees it is a speculum. I’m so entranced by the idea of her mouth on my anus that I’m not even thinking anymore.
