HGlock SM - Last Sperm.pdf (2025) [WRITING]

The sun had barely risen yet Ebony was already up and about, her large breasts swaying freely under the thin silk of her nightie as she padded into the kitchen on bare feet. She hummed to herself cheerfully as she filled the kettle, glancing out the window at the dewy garden beyond.

Her son Damien was still fast asleep upstairs, the lazy boy. He'd come home late again last night, reeking of booze and God knows what else. Teenagers these days with no respect for their elders. In her day...

Ebony's musings were cut off by a sudden distinct squelch under her heel. She froze, one foot still raised. Peering down, she saw a tiny red smear on the tile.

"What the hell?" she muttered. Bending over for a closer look, Ebony recoiled in shock. It was a thumb. A tiny severed thumb, no bigger than a grape.

Her heart began to race as she scanned the kitchen floor with new eyes. There! Another bit of pink - a finger. Oh God, it was moving weakly. Ebony's stomach heaved.

Following the trail of body parts with growing horror, she saw a whole tiny arm, a leg, bits of torso and organs, like the victim of some horrific accident. All of them so incredibly small, no larger than insects.

Then she saw the face and the truth crashed over her like a bucket of ice water. Those blue eyes, that mop of dark hair, the scattering of pimples across the chin - it was Damien...