Elizabeth was hungry.
 
She had tried to quell this hunger for a long time. By way of logic she ate meals that consisted of the five food groups and dined with people. Even being married had the nice plus of being able to put more food on the table. It changed when she bore children. She loved them dearly but that hunger seemed to strengthen the older they became and the longer she subdued it. The mere sight of them became a mixture of arousal and hunger pains, a force of instinct she can no longer quell.
 
No, she couldn't stop herself any longer.
 
Reaching out to her son, Liam, she brought him into a covetous hung that planted him firmly into a shirt-covered collision of breasts against his face. He blushed as he was becoming of age in that regard. The nurturing moment led him closer and closer to a salivating mouth. It widened, puckering out to plant a sloppy kiss on his head. Even as he squirmed she didn't let go as she began to lick the crown of his head, groaning with delight. The taste was even better than she imagined!
 
She didn't even consider his gym short and tank top wearing form to be of hinderance. With a raise, a hitch in his breath and a sigh of contentment she began to widen her maw to larger proportions. When his face was being thoroughly licked as a ring of lips sealed over his neck he began to panic and scream. The vibrations of his shouts, the feeling of him squirming with a heart racing, the warmth of his sweating body and breaths in her neck; it all culminated into a rapturous bout of ecstasy as her eyes rolled back. Elizabeth moaned as much as her stomach growled.
 
Even as his arms squirmed in her grasp with fingers digging into his sides, Liam gasped at the feeling of the tongue sliding down his neck and his shoulders being encompassed. The sheer tightness of her throat's opening was like a pinching water slide. He coughed at the stench already filtering through his adapting nostrils, his hair matted down as saliva drenched his every inch entering the voracious maw. His fingers flexed, hips wiggled his rump, cheeks clenching and legs flailed with continuous resistance as he groaned in between liberal screams.
 
With his chest entering in, copious amounts of drool began to leak out of her stretched mouth, a feat not ordinarily accomplished by a grown woman let alone any human being. She was lifting her writhing and kicking son off the ground, her eyes tearing up with effort and joy at the delicious taste. Her own loins moistened at the tainted knowledge of what she was doing but she didn't care. Without even touching herself she was getting off on her own child's inevitable fate. Swallowing loudly followed his face stretching her neck, an outline of his pleading visage made as it was carried down further and further into her chest.
 
Groans continued to permeate the room as she feasted on her boy. Lifting her head upwards, her lips wrapped around his elbows, making it easier to not hold onto him so tightly. With an inclined face the boy would feel the continuous pull and drop of the throat muscles massaging his body in a sedated frame as he shivered and groaned with his own belated fate. A rosy tint of excitement wrapped around his shivering body, especially after her tongue tickled his navel and brought a chorus of laughter from the stomach his head was now entering. The empty bag elastically stretched, filling the belly out to swell with its new occupant.
 
Smiling at her mouth wrapping around the boy's fingertips to his plump rump, she chewed lightly while sucking voraciously around it. Squirms and wriggles of renewed resistance as her mother continued to satiate her taste buds. Finishing with playing with her prey, her tongue slid past the moistened area and began lapping around the thighs. Using her hands to hold the descending legs from kicking her gulps came in frequency as the knees flowed past her lips along with the shins. Eventually the sock covered feet wiggled into her mouth, giving her a sense of resolution with a guttural muffled squeal of delight. With her mouth closed and the large lump moving down her neck, her bloated belly was now full of her child.
 
Sighing at the feeling of his fetal positioned frame kicking and stretching out in random directions as the fear settled back in, she kneaded the flesh to her child. Like having a baby once again she blushed and began to sing a lullaby as she rocked her swollen middle back and forth.
 
Despite all desire to escape, the warm wet comfort of the mother's flesh coaxed him into slowly yawning and closing his eyes. Bundled up by the pillows of tissue hugging him mercilessly, his skin tingled just as his consciousness faded. Breathing quietly he'd not even feel the hours of digestion that'd erode his body and transform him into supple fat packed on his mother's waist, hips and meaty thighs.
 
Licking her lips at the present, the mother can only dream of how sexy her body would look after devouring a delicious boy of hers.