>2 weeks.
>was it two? or three? maybe 4.
>malc0m had trouble remembering, that last few weeks were a whirlwind of sex and violence.
>more sex than violence but jeez, ms-mama, sure knew how to fuck someone up.
>it was after a long hard week of whips and chains that malc0m found himself waking up outside the local sheriff station, covered in blood, dirt, sweat, and none of it his.
>it was all mama's plan though, frame someone else for the kidnapping.
>then find the kid napping outside.
>it worked, a criminal was brought to justice and malc0m free ice cream with his mother.
>his mother who was quite sure this wasn't the whole story.
>but right now she was glad her son was back.
>back and a slight bit more behaved than usual.
>not that she was complaining just...what caused this shift?
>where had he really been?
>why was he always rushing off to his room?
>all these questions plagued her, but she wanted to enjoy this moment.
>her little man was back.
>everyone was overjoyed!
>even a voluptuous older reptile, watching from the shadows.
>things progressed smoothly for malc0m.
>mama was even taking more kids into her "babysitting" service.
>malc0m would make friends with at least two of them.
>partially because they were sane.
>partially because they lived the longest.
>one was a coyote who sounded like some guy in a church.
>i think they're called Reacher, or something?
>whatever, the other was a pink pony...thing.
>it looked like the things mexican children beat, which was ironic considering she was adept at beating mexican children herself.
>Vick and Sparkles, those were malc0ms nicknames for them, they hated them of course.
>but they saw something in malc0m they wanted in themselves.
>for vick, it was happiness.
>for sparkles, it was ignorance.
>when they weren't having their minds, bodies, and souls raped by the crocodile woman, they played together.
>jesus and his disciples, improvised baseball, you know standard kid games.
>mama was happy they made such fast friends, it would be nice to have a threesome, or foursome sometime soon.
>malc0m would be at the back.
>the coyote up front.
>and because of her naughty mouth, the pinata was tied to the wall, constantly stimulated during the whole ordeal, edged until she was screaming slurs and obscenities into her gag.
>malc0m humped away eagerly, having been a few days since he last had a fuck, he was all too happy to finally bury himself deep into 682.
>the coyote on the other hand tried hard to focus on other things, even though hwr razor filled maw was gentle with him, he still hated being in this situation in the first place.
>every push forward from malc0m slid her tongue right over his trembling dick.
>trembling in fear? pleasure? whose to say when you have viagra in your system.
>the pinata watched on in disgust and agitation, this damn thing was good at keeping her from getting off, shed have to beg to cum.
>and she would, she wouldn't be happy about it, but she would.
>there's only so much a clit can take before it screams at you.
>"you boys are doing awfully fine." the woman purred.
>"i hope you both are ready to cum for me." she cooed, stroking the panting coyote's cheek.
>"y-yes mama, i'm close." malc0m panted, his hips rocking into hers harder.
>"almost...there." the coyote was groaning, that tongue was heaven and hell for him, teasing when he needed pleasure, and pleasuring where he wanted nothing.
>the cheeky lizard woman hovered her finger just above a little remote.
>"now on the count of three,all of you will cum for me."
>"one."
>"two~"
>she didn't make it to three.
>none of them did.
>you know what sucks though?
>they still have a whole weekend of this to go through.

>ok some of you don't think that sucks.
>thats a very good thing.