"Eh, screw it; I'm tired of keeping track of you anyway," she said, rubbing her cheeks together such that James felt like his entire body was being squished in her ass. "This way you're always nice and close to your mama; perfect, since you can't even function on your own." You jiggle desperately in denial, and she laughs, "oh my little butt-boy, that feels great! You must really love it back there~ It suits you, it really does hahahahaha! Just think; from now on whenever mommy sits down, you'll be helping to make her comfortable!"
James jiggled desperately. She couldn't possibly intend to KEEP him that way, could she? Nothing but a little bit of flab on her ass for the rest of his life? Paula slapped her ass again, stunning him. "Quit it, ass face! From now on, you're not a person anymore, you're just fat on mommy's big, beautiful ass. You're only there to be my personal seat, and to eat my farts... oh god, I hope you can smell them all hahahaha! You should be grateful!" She pinched her buttcheek, making James feel as if his entire body were being squeezed in her fingers. But if you misbehave, I promise, I'll find a way to make your life hell. Now..."
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