It was the biggest feast of the year in our mansion. My mom and I had the table with stacks of food and drink. Like before, my mom is still very pretty with her hair, slim body and casual wear of jacket, revealing blouse and knee-length skirt. Until now she seems very hungry at the moment before it is six o’clock. We were waiting in the drawing room and there was an hour to go. We were staring boringly at the television but I was enjoying the loud rumble of my mother’s starving belly. I felt the complete hollowness in her belly as I sat up tight to her. She kissed me passionately before we fell asleep. As we woke up, we started to eat, my mom was eating and eating and drinking more than I was. As she continued, I noticed her empty slim belly was getting bigger every minute. Then as there was a quarter of food left, she lay back slowly on the sofa and started placing her hands on her big aching belly after she opened a few bottom buttons of her blouse to let the belly visible and cool. I came over and kissed it for her. “Thank you, honey.’’ I said; “Mom, you have to finish the rest on the table.’’ She said; “Honey, I love to but I will burst my belly open…’’ As she saw how disappointed I am now, she suddenly changed her mind. “If I eat the rest of the leftovers myself, I promise then we’ll have our private time.’’ I smiled and felt so eager for my mom to get her belly bigger and bigger before our private time.