Jack opened the front door of the house to find his father and mother sitting naked on the sofa. His mother's belly was resting on the floor as he was about to head up the stairs to his room. As he set foot on the stairs,
"Come here," his mother said sweetly. As much as he wanted to climb the stairs, he found himself moving to stand before his naked mother. Trying to ignore her nakedness. "Do you like what you see?" Greta said, licking her lips. "N-N-no," Jack stammered. "Don't you like women?" she asked with a pout. "You are my mother." She let out a wry chuckle, "You think I'm your mother, I'm not your mother. She did make a delicious meal for us." As Greta said this, Jack briefly saw a woman's face pressed into the flesh of his mother's belly from the inside.
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