"I think..I'd like you...feet first", your mom says after a few seconds thought.
"That way, you watch..and listen..as I take pleasure from you".
Your mom picks you up, with her thumb on you chest, her index finger on the top of your head, and her other fingers pressed on the top of your back. You briefly feel the tingling sensation again, and you grow another two inches.
"That's better", she says as she turns you onto your back and presses your feet against her labia.
"In you go dildo boy", she says softly.
With that she quickly pushes you deep inside her vagina. Your moms gasps and smiles as she lets out a soft groan. You can feel the warm, smooth, wet walls of her pussy grip your body as she holds you inside.
"Kick", she says after about a minute.
Slowly, you start kicking and you mom lets out another groan.
"Faster", she says after a couple of minutes. She starts panting and groaning loudly as you kick your legs faster. A couple more minutes later and your mom suddenly starts to slide you in and out of her hot, soaking wet pussy. In your shock, you stop kicking.
"Did I say you could stop, you little shit?", she asks angrily.
You start kicking your legs again, whilst fighting off an increasingly strong wave of nausea. Strangely, despite kicking your legs for about twenty minutes, your mom increasing her grip on your upper body, and the walls of your mom's pussy starting to crush your body, you're not feeling any pain. Severe discomfort, but no pain. That actually comes as something as a relief, with the memory of the bedside cabinet still fresh in your mind. Your mom starts moaning and groaning faster and louder as she slides you in and out of her with increasing speed and force until she suddenly stuffs you inside her and holds you there. The muscles in her pussy contract tightly around your body and you cry out in terror as she throws her head back, arches her back and lets out an ear piercing scream. It feels like forever, but is probably on about thirty seconds. Then it dies away and your mom collapses on the bed. She lies still for a long time, panting and sweating. Then she props herself up on her elbows and smiles as she looks down at you.
"Wow", she says. "I did a good job making you. You're a fantastic toy. Head first next time I think. In the meantime, you can have some time alone. To get used to you new life".
With that, your mom: