By the end of his mother's whispered information dump, Julie and Pat could both see that the ass-pussy muscles of the mother's youthful son had indeed started to slowly give out, as he started to gradually, slower than spilt treacle, spread around the flared dome of his mother's bitch breaker. As soon as the slow penetration started, the legs of the trapped youth shot straight out, toes curling tightly while his hands reached for where he and his mother joined together, wrapping around her turgid shaft. Idly, Pat wondered, now that the son had experienced a taste of his mother's plundering invader, was the son's action of grabbing his mother's veiny womanhood an attempt at stopping or encouraging her to go deeper?
Regardless of the male's intentions, the mother did not stop her pillaging of his pussy. Using the aid of gravity and her considerable strength, she forced her son down while pushing her fleshy spear up and into him. After what could only have been a mere three or so inches of her throbbing shaft being hungrily swallowed by the sissy's pussy pipe, the suspended sissy popped off. Literally. Throwing his head backwards onto his mother's shoulder, the sissy surrendered himself to his pussy's pleasure as his dangling clitty spat long, thin ropes of cum underneath him; as his sissygasm tapered off, those little dribbles of cum squeezed out of him by his mother's encroaching shaft trickled down his swelling balls to the site of his defilement, adding further lubrication to aid his mother's invasion.
Although left silent due to distance and the intervening glass window, Pat could see the mother's mouth continuously moving. Obviously, he mused, the mothers shared more than just the strange addition of having a dick; so far, if he was correct in assuming the triumphant mother was pouring verbal lurid filth into her sissy's ear, being obsessed by dirty talk seemed to be a common theme between the marauding matriarchs.
In what seemed like no time at all, she had already, somehow, buried nearly half her thick length into him. And it was there, as she neared that halfway point, where things, impossibly, became even more perversely erotic. It was Julie who alerted him to what was occurring, as Pat's focus had, for the most part, alternated between the hypnotising sight of the mother's fat phallus's journey and the crazed expressions adorning the son's face.
'Look at his belly, baby,' she whispered to him, dragging his attention away from the sight of sexily sinful sodomy to the quivering youth's lower abdomen. He stared, watching for whatever his mother thought was worth his focus. Initially, Pat was confused about why his mother wanted him to look at something so mundane when there were so many more exciting things to watch happening just below. However, that confusion didn't last for long.
'She's entering in his colon',' his mother remarked, tone blasè, as if she were merely discussing the weather and not the destruction of the sissy's bulging ass-pussy, as they watched the skin just above the base of his dick grew taught, revealing the outline of the mother's burrowing shaft. 'For most of our blessed sisterhood, myself included, that's the most enjoyable part of breaking in a sissy: touching places that no man
ever
expected to be touched and then continuing on, moulding them, transforming them from son to sissy, completely.'
As they watched, the bulge grew until it stopped just under the youth's ribs. Eyes darting down, Pat goggled at how much was yet to go; with a shameful wince, timed perfectly with a thin strand of cum dripping from his caged clitty, he, once again, bore witness to how insignificant he was to women like his mother as that part of the incestuous invader still visible, despite being so deep in her son's bowels, was still of greater size than his pathetic dicklet. To think he once thought of his former penis as a weapon of domination. Seeing this sight of anal annihilation, he knew he had been, at best, delusional.
'Here comes the colon bend,' his mother commented, continuing her impromptu anatomy lesson. Outside, the mother, having met the temporary obstacle of the bend in her son's colon, set about
overcoming
it.
'Keep watching,' Julie encouraged before she continued her perverted narration. 'This next part takes some real skill. See, she's going to trick him, letting him believe she's in as far as she's going to get. Then, when he least expects it, she'll push forward.'
'She's going to try and get the rest into him? How? She's already at his ribs!' At this point, Pat was seriously wondering if he was about to witness a murder.
'Dick finds a way,' Julie responded, butchering a quote from one of the greatest films ever made.
In the gardens, the mother started the next phase of breaking in her bitch-boi. Slowly but steadily, she lifted and lowered her sissy no more than a couple of inches, angling her hips to make sure her shaft scraped his p-spot with each movement. In response to this targeted and deliberate stimulation, the sissy in her arms went limp with pleasure, his head rolling forward, the only sign of life being the constant leaking of thin, runny beads of cum dribbling from his purpling clit. Half a hundred times, the mother must have lifted and lowered him before she suddenly turned to the side (Pat couldn't help but be grateful at her continued consideration of them as voyeurs, despite her being mid-coitus, as her new position preserved their ability to see everything occurring), bent at the waist, adopting a standing full-nelson position, and thundering her hips forward.
For the briefest moment, her fleshy spear seemed to meet firm resistance before, with little fanfare, she forcefully hilted herself, her large cum filled balls slamming with bruising force into the
far
smaller testes of her sissy son. At his point, although the impaled youth's belly had never been more distended as it struggled to contain his mother's gargantuan girl girth, the bulbous, flared head of the invading appendage was no longer visible to Pat's hawk-like eyes.
'How?' Pat gasped as he witnessed the seemingly impossible occur before his eyes. 'How did she make it fit? Where did it go?! Where's her cockhead gone?!'
'Someplace
special
