"I'd love to." you say without thinking.
You couldn't believe it. Your mother, eating you? And you wanted it? After that, she had you strip off your clothes. Then she patted her belly.
"And once I swallow you up," she said, "you're gonna be digested."
"Y-yes, of course." you said.
Without hesitation, you go over to her and enter her slowly opening mouth. Your body is tasted and it feels good. You let your mother keep going until she gets all of your body in her belly. You curl up in her stomach acid and get ready for her to digest you.
"Isn't this great?" she said, "You're my dinner."
"Yeah." you said.
She then rubs her belly as you digest, not even talking to you. It seems she had forgotten that you're her son. But you don't care. You're just happy to be her meal.
