Hexed Ch. 02
Escalation.

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This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 or older. This story features my usual themes of Oedipal incest, exaggerated bodies, and copious fluids.

6.

Dinner is forgotten. Mom scoops me up unceremoniously and strides purposefully through the house, up the stairs to her bedroom. She holds me purposefully at boob level, allowing me to watch as her prodigious curves roll and swell within the confines of her tank top.

"That was probably the worst thing you could have done, Robbie," Mom says above me. I hold on to her thumbs for dear life as she glides through the house. "Your mother is a bit of a cumfiend, you see. That's why I wrote that little variation in the hex that gives the subject such a large manhood, and correspondingly increased volume of issue.

"I'm afraid I just can't help myself after that little display. I think you feel the same, but honestly, if you asked me to stop at this point, I'm not sure I could." She smiles hungrily, sexily. "Not that you could stop me, either."

I look up, past Mom's breasts, into her face, and I know, because I know my Mom, that despite what she's saying, one word from me would indeed halt what I think is about to happen. I don't say anything, though. I'm not sure I'm capable of speech at this moment. I'm still a little shell-shocked from watching my Mom down a shot glass filled to the brim with my cum. Shell-shocked, and incredibly aroused.

So I nod.

Mom releases a long-held breath, which ruffles my hair. We are at the threshold to her bedroom. Mom licks her lips and bats her eyelashes, bites a little into her lower lip. We enter her bedroom.

Mom turns on lights and stands holding me before the large mirror over her bureau. She turns me around, so that we're both looking at the two of us, at the extreme difference in our sizes. My rampant erection, dripping precum, is clearly visible, as are the hard points of Mom's nipples through her tank top.

"Are you prepared for this, son? Are you ready to make love to a fifty foot tall woman? Do you really think you can handle this?"

I take a deep breath. Release it. "Yes," I say. "Very much yes."

Mom laughs, and we whirl around, which makes me dizzy. Mom sets me on the edge of her huge bed. It looks as large as a soccer field, and my feet sink into the comforter on top. I look up and up at Mom. She steps back from the bed a bit, regarding me through her heavy lidded eyes.

Mom unfastens the few remaining buttons in her shirt and lets it slip off her shoulders. The tank top looks two sizes too small, molding tightly to her skin, forcing her humongous tits into prominence. The straps cut into the skin of her shoulders, and the bottom of the shirt stops just below her belly button, leaving a delicious expanse of bare flesh that stretches down to the top of the hot pink panties she wears.

The panties are high cut on her broad hips. The front is soaking wet and molded to the shape of her pussy. I can smell her from where I stand on the bed, a sweet, salty scent of lust that makes my dick throb eagerly. For the first time, the logistics of the size of my body vs. the size of her vagina gives me pause, but before I can complete the thought, Mom distracts me.

She grabs the bottom of the tank top and peels it upward, removing it entirely in one smooth movement. Those magnificent breasts are revealed again, every inch perfect and beautiful and full and round. They bob and bounce with her movements, hard nipples moving hypnotically at their centers. I expect to see her sweep the panties off too, but instead Mom bends at the waist, catching herself with her hands on the edge of the bed.

Her huge tits hang like fruit from her chest, swinging playfully before me. Mom's long black hair hangs down over my head. Slowly she advances, one knee coming up onto the bed, forcing her body to rise up and over me. I stagger backwards on the uneven footing, somehow managing to keep my balance as her beautiful breasts sway overhead.

I scurry backwards, keeping Mom's breasts in view, as her whole body settles onto the bed. The mattress groans underneath me, shifting under my feet. Mom suddenly moves, quick and cat-like, lowering her body so that her massive right tit swings into me and bowls me over. I land on my ass on the downy comforter, slightly dazed from both the force of the impact and by the touch of her skin against mine.

With me still flat on my back, Mom lowers her breast right onto me. The hard nubbin of her nipple presses into my belly, while the rest of her soft, supple breastflesh rolls over me. My cock shudders as it connects with her skin, leaving trails of precum on her table-sized areola. I wrap my arms around her breast, grabbing handfuls of soft flesh to squeeze and knead as best I can. My hips thrust against her, pushing my cock harder into her breast.

Above me, all but invisible behind her boob, I hear Mom laughing lightly. She bounces a little, knocking me back into the comforter and mattress, her hard nipple poking me in the gut. My cock flexes and rubs against her skin. I feel those phantom touches caress its length, just lightly, but definitely there.

Mom rises up, giving me a chance to catch my breath. But it lasts only a moment, as she switches breasts. Her gigantic left breast, which may actually be slightly larger than the right one, settles over me. Her nipple just barely misses squashing my balls, instead pressing into the comforter between my legs. "Watch it!" I shout, my voice garbled by a mouth full of breastflesh. Mom repositions, and her nipple finds its target, jabbing me in the gut again. The edge of her strawberry pink areola is in my vision, and I start to lick along its arc. I'm not sure if she feels my little tongue.

I feel Mom's fingers slide under me, pressing into my back. She rises again, this time holding me against her tit. Instinctively I wrap arms and legs around her mammary. Her breast is so large and full that almost my entire body covers it.

Mom's fingers fall away, all but one, which slides down my back to press firmly and insistently against my ass. "Fuck my tit," she commands. Her finger urges me to comply, pushing me into her breast.

Jesus Christ. I hardly need her holding me there. My hips start thrusting all on their own, and I hammer my cock into Mom's silky soft breastflesh again and again. Her broad nipple flattens against my stomach as I drive forward over and over again. The head of my cock is trapped between my breastbone and Mom's breast, sawing between them as I jam myself against her. Precum coats my chest and her skin, smeared by my frantic movements. Mom keeps pushing, lightly to keep from hurting me, letting me do most of the work. Her huge breast slowly sways and bounces beneath me as Mom's body movies. It's like having sex with a waterbed. Not on, with. Albeit a waterbed that is warm and soft and smells like an aroused, gigantic woman.

Phantom touches along the length of my thrusting cock make me imagine Mom's other hand thrust deep between her legs, fingers almost as long as my legs teasing her pink, moist folds. I feel the charge build at the base of my cock, as the unstoppable urge to cum rises and rises and rises. I try to pull my body backward to aim my cock at Mom's breast, but she holds me pinned against her. My cock lurches, bucks, and I feel the load travel along its engorged length and erupt from the slit. I turn my head, but still get sprayed along the side of my chest, throat and cheek. Another epic load explodes out of me, thick and creamy, coating Mom's breast and my body as it pours out of me. Mom relaxes her hold slightly after the first few pulses.

Her right hand, slick with her own juices, comes up and her forefinger lies against the top of my cock, pinning it to her tit as it sprays and sprays and sprays its load, coating Mom's areola and nipple in a creamy glaze of spunk. When my flood at last subsides, Mom's forefinger sweeps along the length, as if to squeeze out the last few drops. The finger continues up her tit, spreading the pool of cum around on her breast. With a throaty giggle, Mom presses me into the mess. I have just enough time to turn my head and close my eye, but I'm coated in my own spunk.

Could be worse, I guess. At least it smells like blueberries.

Mom lifts me up in the palm of her hand, up over her head. I'm dripping, my chest, cock, thighs, and the left side of my face coated with my own semen. I fight the urge to gag.

"Poor baby," Mom says. "But you'll like this part, I promise."

I look down her long arm, into her eyes, and she opens her mouth wide, licking her lower lip with her huge, pink tongue. She brings me lower, wagging the tip of her tongue at me playfully, sensuously, and then brings me to her lips.

Her tongue extends, and swipes a trail across my entire body, cleaning the cum from me, and leaving bubbles of saliva in its place. I start to laugh, despite myself. I am slightly ticklish, and her tongue hits me in a sensitive spot. This starts Mom chuckling, which shakes my body. She starts to lick me all over, cleaning up every drop of spunk from my body. She pays special attention to my distended cock, sweeping her flexible, sensitive tongue up and down its length, teasing my sensitive balls.

She plants a kiss on the side of my face, sucking lightly, vacuuming up the cum on my cheek and hair. She sucks a foot into her mouth, and teases my toes with her tongue. This too is ticklish, and I tug it quickly out of her mouth. Mom is amused. She kisses my chest, pressing my cock against my belly with her lips. She kisses my hips, rotates me, and plants a wet one on my ass. When her tongue starts to nudge between my cheeks, I kick a little and shout, "Cut that out!"

Mom instantly retreats. "Sorry," she says. "Got excited."

"I can tell," I say, rolling over in her hand.

Mom holds me out a bit from her, arm flexed to keep me above her chest, about head level. I look down, admiring her massive chest, and the smears of jism I deposited on her left tit. Mom's right hand comes up, cups her breast, teases the nipple a little, and scoops up a trail of cum with her forefinger. She brings it to her mouth and sucks on it, cleaning it. She does this twice more, cleaning herself of the evidence of my explosion and incidentally putting more steel in my rod.

Mom licks her lips. "Ready for more?"

I give my hips a little thrust and smile eagerly. She brings me to her mouth again. Her lips press against my cockhead, giving it a little kiss. Mom's lips part, her hand pushes forward, and I slide into her mouth. Her plush lips close around the base of my cock, catching up my swollen balls between them. I feel her lips on my thighs and belly, and wrap my arms around her cheeks, looking directly into her left eye, as she has to rotate me a little to keep her nose from crushing my chest.

Her breath washes over me as she begins to gently suck. My cock shivers between her lips, and I feel her tongue teasing the head as it slides back in forth in her mouth. I push my hips, thrusting forward. Mom's palm cradles me gently as I begin to fuck her face. My cock and crotch and waist are drenched in her saliva in moments, and it drips down my legs, mixing with the copious amounts of precum that I am practically spraying into her mouth. Mom moans, the vibrations rattling my chest. The physical sensation of her mouth and tongue are joined by the phantom sensation that tells me she is teasing her pussy with her fingers.

I can't possibly last long doing this, and I don't. In a handful of heartbeats, I lunge forward as far as I can and feel my cock lurch between Mom's full lips and begin jettisoning its payload into her mouth. Her own orgasm crests as mine does, but she keeps me steady as her body shakes and shudders beneath me. My fingers sink into her cheeks as my whole body contracts, as if I'm emptying my whole insides into her mouth. My cock throbs hard as each creamy jet splatters across Mom's tongue.

This is beyond pleasure, into a realm undreamt of. I'm not sure I ever want to get bigger.

Finally I subside, the last few dregs of my orgasm squirting out onto Mom's tongue. She pulls me out, a thin strand of fluid connecting lips to cock for a moment before she smiles at me. She opens her mouth, lets me see the creamy load floating on her tongue, and then noisily gulps it down. The view of her gullet sends a frisson of fear down my back, but only briefly. Lust is all-consuming at this point.

"Mmmm," Mom says, "tasty."

"Happy to oblige, ma'am," I say, more than a little breathless. Mom smiles broadly. She drags her tongue across my body once more.

The world suddenly spins. My stomach lurches. For a moment I fear something horrible is happening, but then I realize that Mom has simply shifted on the bed.

She rolls over and lies down on her back, reclining against the pillows that nestle against the headboard. She sets me face down between her breasts, within the cavernous valley of her cleavage. I lay there for a moment, reveling in the feel and smell and taste of her, and then I rise up on hands and knees. Mom cranes her neck to look at me, almost cross-eyed. I feel her body move beneath me, and the walls of flesh at my side begin to close around me.

Quickly I roll over and stretch out. Her breasts push against me, soft and firm at once, and I can see Mom's huge hands manipulating her nipples as she directs her tits to buffet me. I bounce happily between them, spreading sweat and precum against her flesh, and then suddenly she pulls them away and sort of bumps her chest. I slide down from her cleavage onto her smooth, flat belly.

I watch as Mom raises both of her long, toned legs into the air. Her hands slide past me down her belly and find the waist band of her panties. Her fingers slip under it and begin to roll them down. Her pelvis rises, and I hear something like a sucking sound and she pulls her panties free from her crotch.

I catch my first glimpse of Mom's pussy, a neatly trimmed patch of black hair that glistens with moisture.

In one smooth, quick movement, Mom pulls her panties free, and I watch as they glide up her legs, over her dainty feet, and are cast off the side of the bed.

Mom's legs slowly lower and spread, her hands on her thighs, fingers rubbing her pale skin lightly. I rise to my feet, balancing awkwardly on Mom's belly, and turn to look back at her face, framed between the mammoth hills of her breasts. Once again I am struck by her size, her beauty, her sheer femininity. She really is a goddess, a goddess of love and lust.

She smiles at me and nods, her cheeks flush and her eyes glazed with hunger and need. "Go ahead, sweetie. You want to, and I want you to."

On suddenly weak, trembling legs I approach the prize, striding across the expanse of her flat belly, over her cute belly button, and down the slope of her pubis towards her crotch. She is wet. Soaking wet. Beads of moisture form on her neatly trimmed bush, glistening in the lamplight. Below, she is shaved, revealing the pink folds of her enormous pussy, open and inviting. I can see the pink button of her clitoris, peaking out from beneath its fleshy hood. It's about the size of a bowling ball, and begging to be touched. The scent is overwhelming, enticing, sweet as sugar and salty as the sea. It makes my cock throb between my legs and my balls swell with seed.

I climb down to the surface of the bed, using Mom's hand and thighs as a ladder. Her pussy is beautiful. I look down at my cock, and know that even at its enhanced size, it's not going to do the trick.

As if reading my mind, Mom says, "Don't worry about it sweetie." Her hand pushes gently but insistently against my back, urging me forward. "Whatever you do is going to feel fantastic."

With a light step I approach, and lay my hands against her lips. She hitches and gasps at my touch, and I grow bolder. My hands caress every inch of her steaming pussy, teasing and pressing, clutching and manipulating. I'm soaked to my wrists in moments. My cockhead brushes against her folds, and without preamble I slowly sink into them. Hot, wet, wonderful. I press my whole body against her, driving as deep as I can. I reach up and wrap my hands around her bulging clit, gripping lightly but forcefully, and begin to rub and tug it.

Mom goes wild. Her thighs rise up around me, and her hips lift up off the bed, taking me with them. I unconsciously tighten my grip on her clit, which makes her cry out.

Mom grabs me around the waist, pulling me out of her. I flail, my dick, coated with her juices, bouncing painfully around. Mom flips me over a little, and holding me rigid, presses my feet against the lips of her pussy. I sink into her up to the ankles. She pulls me out. Her other hand is free, fingers brushing against her clit.

My arms are pinned at my sides. Panic rises in my chest. Mom is a little bit out of control. I look up at her, past her steaming pussy, across the expanse of her taut belly, through the canyon between her heaving breasts, at her beautiful face, contorted with lust and hunger.

I gulp. I'm going in. Might as well enjoy it.

Mom pushes me into her. I sink up to my thighs. Her juices drip over my balls and coat my cock as I slip deeper into her. Her grip shifts, her long fingers wrapping around my shoulders, to urge me even deeper. I sink in up to my chest before my feet hit something solid enough to stop me. My arms are free, and I brace myself on her slick lips. Her interior muscles and folds envelop me, expand and contract around me, caress every inch of my body. My cock is squeezed against my chest again, which is not really where I want it. Still, almost my entire body is soaking wet, warm, encased within my mother's vagina. My life is insane and wrong and wonderful.

With a combination of relatively gentle tugging and the contraction of her pussy walls, Mom manages to expel me. Almost immediately I am thrust back inside her, but it gives me the chance to reposition my dick, so that it is angled away from me. At first it's uncomfortable, even with the phantom sensations running up and down my length, but as soon as I sink into her depths, it gets better. I'm sort of fucking her with my cock, even as she's using my whole body to fuck herself.

I should be screaming in terror, but instead I am having the time of my life.

Mom uses me roughly, jabbing me into her folds again and again. Her hips keep swinging up into the air, even as I'm being driven into her depths. I start doing a modified dolphin kick inside her; despite my increased strength, my mass remains small, and hers quite massive, so I can't push too hard against her. Still, my movements are doing something, as I hear (and feel) her cry out my name.

"Robbie! Fuck! Whatever it is you're doing, keep doing it!" her voice rises with each word and she trails off into a wordless sound.

My cock wants to rebound onto my chest every time I am sucked out of Mom's colossal pussy, so I have to keep it aimed with one hand. With my other hand I reach out to her exposed clitoris, gently rapping it with a fist as I drive back into her. This sets off another series of cries, and in short order Mom's pussy contracts even harder around me, trapping me inside her, one arm pinned down, my body wedged into her pussy up to one shoulder, the other hand outside, pressing hard as I can against her clit.

Her pussy contracts like a fist around me, squeezing hard, and her juices soak my body, leaking out of the seal around my chest to wash into my face and down my shoulders. The physical and phantom sensations are enough for me, and I ride the crest along with her, emptying my weapon with salvo after salvo into Mom's steaming depths. Despite the insanity of it all, I retain the presence of mind to keep rapping away at her clitoris, which extends both her pleasure and mine, until I think I might go insane, if I'm not already.

We both ride it out. I think I'm screaming something along with Mom, might be her name, or just one long moan that sounds like "Mom." It feels like my body knows where it is, and the amount of cum I'm generating at this moment all but dwarfs every previous orgasm I've had at this size. My cock jerks and bucks and expels jet after jet into Mom, over and over again, until it actually starts to feel raw and painful. Finally, I subside, and Mom drags my body, soaking wet and stained by our combined fluids, out of her dripping pussy.

I am bruised and battered. I feel as though I have just run a marathon without any training, or been hit by a city bus. Such are the perils of making love to a fifty foot woman.

Mom is gasping, breathless, eyes unfocused, skin flushed. But she's coming around. She carries me up to her chest cradled in both hands. "Oh, Robbie, my poor baby," she coos. "You made Mommy very happy. Oh yes you did."

I grunt something unintelligible.

"And it looks like we finally tired out that beautiful muscle of yours." I crack an eyelid, and look down at my crotch. She's right. For the first time since eating that pie, my dick is flaccid.

"Huh," I manage to say.

Mom releases a throaty giggle. "You've earned your rest, sweetie. But first I think we should clean you up."

Even after everything that has just happened, I assume a trip to the sink is in order. But no. My mother's agile tongue glides across my supine body, as she laps up semen and vaginal juices from my bruised body. Her touch is gentle, her smooth, muscular, moist tongue almost massages my weary muscles. She washes me meticulously, carefully, and I drift off into a dreamless sleep thanks to her ministrations.

7.

I wake up disoriented, fuzzy brained. I'm lying on something soft and pink that slowly rises and lowers and rumbles beneath me, while to my left and right rise tall pink walls.

I blink, remember it all, and realize I am lying in Mom's cleavage, between her massive, gorgeous breasts. I am still sticky, mostly with saliva, but still some coital fluids. My body hurts all over, but it's a good hurt, like after a good workout. I stretch like a cat, and I feel strength returning to my flaccid member. It is slowly rising and stiffening, as if it was just waiting for me to awake.

I turn around on my back and look up into Mom's smiling face.

"Good morning sleepyhead," she says.

"Is it morning already?" I croak.

"No, just an expression. It's still early, actually, only a little after 10:00. You've been asleep for a few hours."

"Sorry," I mumble, suddenly embarrassed, though I don't know why.

"Don't be. You're incredibly cute when you're sleeping. I've been admiring you."

"You didn't nap?"

"Oh, I dozed a little bit. After I cleaned you up I felt a little sleepy, but I couldn't let myself nod off completely. I wanted to stay with you, and I worry what would happen if we were both out. I could roll over and crush you."

I can't suppress a shiver. "Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome. Like I said, you're cute when you're asleep. Even your little snores are cute."

Slowly I rise to my feet, balancing myself on the slopes of Mom's breasts. Her eyebrows rise.

"I see ALL of you is awake," she says with a giggle.

I wag my hips a little, which sends my cock swinging around. "I can't help what you do to me," I said.

"Flatterer," Mom says, pretending to be annoyed. But her hands come up behind and push me forward, and she plants a big wet kiss on my chest, followed by a leisurely lick up across my pecks, neck and right cheek. Instantly I am at full mast.

Mom kisses her way down my body, starting with the side of my head, then my pecs, abs, and finally my cock. After kissing it, she swallows my cock and balls whole and sucks gently, licking me as I begin to thrust into her mouth. I ride her lips to a quick, perfunctory climax that deposits a modest load on her tongue. Once again she makes a show of swallowing it, eliciting equal parts of terror and arousal as I look down her gullet and watch her throat work.

"Delicious," she says. Mom rolls over and sets me down on a pillow. She is suddenly serious, fine brows drawn into a frown. "This is probably a stupid question after your wake-up blowjob, but how are you doing with this? Are you okay? Do you mind the fact that your own mother is using you like a sexual toy?"

I try to match her serious look, but can't. Instead I smile and laugh. "You're using me? I don't think so." I clamber across the pillow to lay one of my tiny hands across Mom's cheek. "Look, this is beyond weird. I think reality went out the window the moment I started eating that pie. I'm nine inches or so tall. You're fifty feet from my perspective. The sex is going to be weird, no matter what you do or who you are.

"But, y'know, I feel safe with you. I know you won't do anything that I don't want to do, and I know that you won't hurt me. Meanwhile, I'm hornier than a Frenchman in a Viking helmet, and honestly, you're the only person I could trust to help me deal with that right now."

I give Mom a peck on the lips that I hope she feels. "I guess I am okay with this. At least from this perspective. I don't know what will happen when I get back to full size – if I get back to full size – but right now I'm enjoying myself."

"Okay," Mom says. Despite her enormity, her voice is small. "I don't know what will happen when you're big again, but don't worry about it not happening. Trust me, I wouldn't let you stay that way."

I nod. I do know that, I'm not even sure why I said "if." Maybe because part of me kind of wants to stay small.

"I love you honey, and I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." She smiles suddenly, like a beam of sunshine through a black cloud. "I am too."

"Good! I love you too, Mom."

Mom gives me a kiss on the chest, which staggers me and knocks me back on my ass on the pillow. Mom giggles.

The bed lurches as she gets up. Parts of Mom's body lurch, too, which dominates my attention. I watch as she glides off the bed. "Stay here a sec," she says. She pads naked into her bathroom and shuts the door. I lie back on the pillow and admire the view while I can.

A little while later I hear the shower start, and then switch over to the tub faucet, a rumbling roar of water.

The door opens and Mom returns to bed. She towers over me, standing beside the bed, a human skyscraper, curvy and sensual and enormously beautiful. She reaches a hand down and extends a finger, using the pad of it to gently caress the length of my erect cock. "Ready for some more fun?"

I flex my cock, slapping the cockhead against her fingertip. "What do you have in mind?"

In answer, Mom scoops me up in a now familiar movement and carries me into the bathroom, cradled against her jiggling mammaries. Inside, she pauses again at the mirror, allowing both of us to admire the difference in our sizes. The glass is steamed, but we can both still make one another out. I still can't get over how big she is, or how intoxicating that bigness has become. Maybe she feels the same way about my size. She must, right?

Mom turns, allowing me to see the tub filled with water. It's a big tub, inset into the wall, with high marble walls, designed to accommodate my mom's taller than average body. From my perspective, it looks like an Olympic sized swimming pool. I imagine I can see curls of steam coming off the surface. Mom lifts one impossibly long leg and settles into the tub. The water level rises as her magnificent body slowly settles down into it. She is still holding me, and smiling devilishly.

I give her a questioning look, and the smile widens. Mom lifts her arms up and gives me a little toss. I loose a small cry as I sail through the air away from her and smash into the water between her knees. The water is warm, not too hot, and the heat soaks into my tired muscles. I'm underwater only briefly, admiring the view of my mother's legs and pussy and belly beneath the water, before I kick myself back to the surface. I throw wet hair back and spit a streamer of water.

Mom's huge breasts break the surface of the water, floating serenely like islands of flesh, crested by hard pink nipples. Beyond, her shoulders and head are dry, and she is smiling brightly. "I thought for sure you'd do a cannonball," she says.

I wipe water off my face. "Kind of caught me by surprise, there."

"Oh, did I?" Mom laughs. She slides under the water, dunking her head, and a wave knocks me back towards the tub wall. I do a breaststroke to move back to where I was, and watch as Mom rises back out of the water, slicking her long black hair back from her face. Water streams down her cheeks. She wipes her eyes and flicks giant droplets of water across the tub. A foot rises out of the water to my right and rests against the cool metal of the faucet.

Gamely, I start to swim my way across the pool of clear, warm water towards Mom. She waits serenely, watching me as I glide across the water's surface in a classic breaststroke. As I pass her raised knees, I dive under the water and continue towards her. The water is clear, the walls of the tub a pure glowing white, and my view is unobstructed. If anything, the water seems to magnify things, making Mom's epic proportions seem even larger than they are currently. Her cute pink vagina, decorated by the neatly trimmed tuft of hair just above, looms before me. I'd need scuba gear to do much more than admire it, so that's all I do, enjoying the view until my tiny lungs remind me that I need air.

I surface, gasping, and tread water. I can see Mom's long left arm has snaked out, and her hand rests on the knee that breaks the surface. Her right arm lies below the water, and I watch as it glides across her submerged belly and her fingertips lightly graze her pussy lips. Mom's breasts jiggle a bit, setting off ripples in the water that are strong enough to make me bob. The phantom sensations stroke my cock as Mom abuses herself. It feels extra weird with the water flowing around me, and the necessary action to keep myself from sinking.

I paddle towards Mom's left boob as her fingers go to work. She watches me through those half-lidded eyes, a sensual smirk turning up her full lips.

Clumsily, I clamber aboard Mom's tit. My weight is enough to make it start sinking, but Mom's free hand is quickly there to cup and hold her breast in place. I stand up awkwardly. "I claim this land for Spain!" I declare loudly. Mom starts laughing, which topples me from my perch, and I land back in the water with a loud splash.

Mom scoops me up and sets me back down on her breast, where I sprawl momentarily. I relish the feel of my rampant cock spearing into her soft, smooth skin, as her phantom ministrations insistently tug on me.

"Is that all you can think of to do?" Mom asks.

I shake my head. I get up onto my knees at the edge of her areola. With both hands I reach out for her engorged nipple. Too big for me to get my mouth around at this size, but I can knead and tug and pull, which I proceed to do. Mom hisses as I go to work. Her free hand leaves her pussy and flies out of the water, sending warm spray across my back. Her fingers find and tweak her right nipple, duplicating my efforts on the other breast. I feel sweat break out on my forehead. I'm just trying to pinch and pull as hard as I can, and it appears to be just hard enough.

Water sloshes around the tub as Mom's hips jab. Her free hand goes away again, returning to her pussy. I risk a glance over the side of her breast, and see fingers disappearing into her gash. My cock shivers in response. I release the nipple and lean backward, shifting my grip to my cock. With a few of my own strokes added to Mom's, I am on the verge in a moments. Awkwardly, I make it to my feet and point the head of my cock at Mom's nipple as I unload. My cum is thick and creamy, and jets out of my cock in long, sinuous ribbons that paint her pink nipple and areola white. Splat splat splat, the sound bounces off the water and the walls of the tub, echoing around us as my balls dump their endless stream of sperm once more. I'm groaning, and Mom is moaning, shaking and shivering beneath me. She holds me steady as we climax, her hand shifted from her rolling tit to cradle my back.

At last I am momentarily empty. I wipe the head of my dripping cock on Mom's nipple and then slide back into the water, paddling quickly over to her other breast. Clambering aboard, I repeat myself, first teasing her nipple, then kneeling and jacking off, depositing another prodigious load, painting her flesh with my seed. Mom is moaning almost continually now, a low trill that makes my breastbone rumble.

She picks me up and drops me into the water between her floating breasts. Fingers of both hands begin to tease her nipples, spreading the pools of cum decorating them. She brings her fingertips, coated with jizz, up to her lips and sucks them clean. She repeats the action, again and again, rapidly and completely removing the sweet-smelling, viscous cum from her skin. She finishes off by cupping her tits in both hands, squeezing them together, and then bringing her nipples up to her lips directly, where she licks and sucks the evidence of my spend from them.

That's pretty damn hot.

I paddle toward her face, and she obliges with a smile, scooping me up in both hands, letting her tits drop and splash the water. She rises slightly out of the water and brings me directly to her lips, letting me slide between their plushness, lustily thrusting my engorged cock into her mouth over and over again until I inevitably exploded directly into her mouth.

"Mmmm," Mom moans, swallowing noisily. She sets me down, lets me tread water, and languorously reaches for the soap. She begins to clean up. Mom lathers up her loufa which she then uses to scrub every available inch of her body, rising up out of the water occasionally to do so. Sheets of water wash off her body, slamming into the pool below, sending me rocking back and forth. I dive underwater a few times to avoid it, swimming around a bit to get clear. She watches me out of the corner of her eyes, but otherwise pretends to be alone. Hands and cloth caress her every expansive inch, scrubbing them clean. The water gets soapy around me, the scent of apples and vanilla filling the air.

She pays particular attention to her breasts, coating them in a soapy lather with the cloth before going back with bare hands to knead and caress and tug and rub, pushing soap around. She dips almost her entire body underwater to wash away the soap, then rises again almost as quickly. Waves throw me around the tub, and I almost bounce off the wall, before a few powerful kicks carry me away.

Mom lathers her smooth belly next. The loufa soaps up her pubic hair, but she doesn't dip any lower yet. Instead she moves on to her thighs. She turns, exposing that delectable backside, washing assiduously, then continues down the back of her legs. She bends, her beautiful ass parting slightly, showing me a glimpse of her puckered asshole. She turns, water swirling around her calves, to show her huge breasts hanging low, swinging over the water.

Mom tosses the washcloth to the side, and begins to scoop up water and pour it down her belly and legs, sweeping the soap away. I continue to tread water, admiring her lush curves and the patterns in the soap as the water courses over her body, rinsing her clean. Mom scoops up water again, heavy tits swaying enticingly, and pours water down over her pubis. Her hand glides downward as well, combing through her pubic hair, fingers slipping between her lips. As I tread water, I feel the tugging begin on my rod, looking up and up and up, craning my neck to watch her. Mom teases her folds, fingers fluttering, dipping, caressing, manipulating. Her fingers glisten with her own juices. With her free hand, she cups a breast, using thumb and forefinger to tease her hardened nipple.

I am the world's smallest voyeur, watching a beautiful older woman pleasure herself. I want to grab myself and enjoy it, but the water is too deep and I have to use my arms to keep myself aloft.

But the hex takes care of me. Between my legs, my dick bobs in the water, throbbing and shivering as if phantom fingers are running up and down its length. My breathing is getting heavier, and I note that Mom's is as well. She pants as she continues to play with herself. I see her fingers diving deeper and deeper, as she thrusts harder, flicking her clit with a practiced movement of her thumb. Mom raises her breast once more to her lips, and begins to lick and kiss and suck her own nipple. I see her bite down softly, moaning as she does. Mom's hips gyrate, shimmy, and shake. She sways in the tub, the water swirling around her knees, sending ripples of waves that make me rise and fall like a buoy.

Suddenly Mom releases her breast, and it falls away from her mouth, bouncing and jiggling as it settles on her chest, and she cries out, short sharp staccato cries as her climax overtakes her. Still treading water, I feel my cock shudder, sending pearly jet after pearly jet into the water. The force of it pushes me back in the water, as if propelled by a motor. A milky cloud spreads before me as I move backwards, gasping and shaking and trying to catch my breath.

The water surges around me as Mom bends down and gathers me up. "Enjoy the show?" she asks needlessly. I nod, breathless. Mom gives me a kiss.

Mom sits back down in the water. It laps against her immensity, sloshing around the tub. She sets me down in her cleavage. I roll around a bit, enjoying the touch and taste of her, in particular how her tits loom over me when I lay down. I watch as Mom picks up the soap once more and lathers her hands. When her hands are coated in suds, she sets the bar down and grabs me with both of them.

Mom's strong hands stroke and caress my entire body, roaming across my arms and legs and torso, rubbing in soap and massaging my tired muscles. Her fingers press into my biceps and trace my pectorals. The pads of her fingers glance across my abdominal muscles, and rub into my thighs and calves. I am quickly covered in suds and spluttering a bit.

My cock throbs as Mom sweeps her thumb and forefinger along its length, washing me while also jacking me off. Her middle finger nudges my balls gently, soaping them up, while also stimulating them with a little bounce.

Mom dips me in the tub water, which is beginning to get cool, while still slowly jacking my cock. "Deep breath, honey," she says, and without waiting to see if I comply, she dunks me completely under the water. I come up coughing and spitting soapy water, but still hard as a diamond, as Mom hasn't stopped manipulating me.

Mom raises me up, holding me up a few inches from her heaving chest, still slowly tugging me. I hear water swirling around as her hips make circles in the water. I stare hungrily at her enormous breasts and the pale expanse of cleavage between them. Breath hitching, I thrust my thick cock between her digits, and begin to spray. Mom giggles throatily, enjoying her own small climax as I cum again. She aims my erupting cock like a hose, directing my spray to coat her cleavage in thick pools of creamy cum that drip down her belly. She pushes her arms together, thrusting her tits into prominence, and coating their inner slopes with jism.

Mom gives me an evil grin. Her gray eyes gleam with mischief.

Still holding me securely, she sweeps me down and pulls me through her cleavage, dragging my legs through the viscous pools of my cream, coating me from thigh to ankle. My dick bounces off her right tit, leaving a thin trail of cum across it, the last dregs of my spend.

Mom throws her head back and opens her mouth wide. Holding me securely by the waist, she slowly lowers me towards her open mouth. I panic a little, kicking my legs and pushing my arms against her fingers. All I do is send droplets of cum arcing through the air to adorn her cheeks and lips. She expertly traps my flailing feet between those lips and slides me into her mouth up to my waist. I feel tremendous suction as she slurps the cum off my body. Her tongue slides up and down my backside.

Mom thrusts me in and out of her mouth a few times, using my whole body to fuck her mouth. She rotates me, so that my ass is pressed against the roof of her mouth, and my cockhead is wedged between her gums and her lower lip. My feet are wedged into the back of her throat, knees flexed and legs spread against her cheeks, while warm breath blows across my back as she fights for air.

She starts to hum, short sharp vibrations that shake my body and thrust my cockhead against her lower lip. I try not to think about her teeth, and slowly it dawns on me that she is chanting, not humming, and that the word she is chanting is "Cum."

I look out, admiring the rise and fall of Mom's huge breasts in the water, and the length of her arm as it descends down to her crotch, where her hand is busy beneath the water's surface. Suddenly I am cumming again, spraying another epic load directly into Mom's mouth. She slurps it up greedily. I can feel and hear her throat muscles working. The volume and force of my ejaculation squeezes some through the seal around my abdomen, pouring across Mom's lips and running down my chest.

With a sucking sound she releases me. Mom takes several deep, shuddering breaths. She holds me gently and examines me as she licks her lips. "You okay?" she asks.

"A little startled, but whole. That was fucking crazy, though. For a second I thought you were going to..."

"What?"

"Um... Nevermind," I say. I suppress a shudder just thinking about it. "Just don't do that again without warning me first."

Mom pouts. "I thought you liked mouth play."

"I do, I just... you could have swallowed me."

Mom's eyes bug out. It's clear the idea never even occurred to her. "No! No no no. No. Just, no. Never. Honey, that would never happen. I just wanted some of that creamy cum of yours, and I know you like it when I lick you... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay," I assure her. "Obviously I enjoyed it enough to get off."

Mom smiles, but she looks a little uncertain. She washes me off with some soapy water, handling me carefully. Then she does the same with the residue of my orgasm on her chest.

Mom holds me against her breasts and pulls the drain. Water swirls as the tub empties, and Mom steps out, glistening wet all over, clean and sexy. Her long wet hair clings to her neck and shoulders. "I really am sorry, Robbie."

I assure her I am fine once more, patting her heavy tit with my tiny hand. Mom smiles reassuringly, relaxing a little bit.

I shiver, suddenly cold. Mom wraps me up in a hand towel, drying me quickly but gently. She takes particular care with my sensitive member. When I am dry, she steps back, grabs a normal towel, and dries herself. I let myself watch, entranced, as she rubs herself down, eventually emerging with her skin rubbed pink and dry. She drops the towel on the bathroom floor and stands before me, nude and glorious.

Mom smirks. And stifles a yawn.

I remember that I had a nap, but she didn't. It's getting late, and we have been fucking for hours. She must be exhausted, even with the hex driving her libido and mine. I realize that I am pretty tired as well. The warm bath loosened my stiff muscles, but I still feel bruised and beat up, now that I've had a chance to catch my breath.

"Bedtime?" I suggest.

"Is it that obvious?" Mom asks. She tries to stop the next yawn, but instead her mouth opens wide, jaw cracking with the effort. She blinks fiercely. "I guess I am tired."

She steps toward the counter where I crouch on the damp hand towel. "But I don't want to lose this... opportunity. I've had more fun with you in the past few hours than I have in years."

I feel my chest swell with a perverse pride. "It's been less than twenty-four hours yet, and you said I'd probably be stuck like this for a few days, even a week. Were you planning not to sleep during that time?"

Mom laughs. "No, but... I'm worried that I'll go to bed and wake up and this will be all over. Stupid, I know. And wrong." She sighs. "This is so wrong."

"I think we're beyond wrong at this point, Mom."

She pretends to think a moment, head cocked to the side. Her full lips split into a huge grin. "That is so true. So very true. I guess we'll have time to do more wrong things in the morning."

Mom picks me up and, both of us naked, walks into her bedroom. She flicks the bathroom light off almost absently behind her, which leaves me balanced precariously on one hand.

Mom looks at me uncertainly. "The safest place for you to sleep is probably the cat carrier."

"Really? The bed would be more comfortable."

"I told you, I could roll over and crush you or smother you in your sleep, and neither of us would notice until it was too late. Believe me, I love to cuddle. Your Mom is definitely a cuddler, and you and I haven't cuddled in a long, long time. But no, the carrier is best. I'll set it on the floor and leave the door open. Good enough?"

"I guess so." I'd rather sleep nestled against Mom's warm, supple, full figured body, but you don't really argue with a fifty foot woman.

So she sets the carrier down at the foot of the bed, changes out the towel, and leaves me outside it. She bends down to give me a kiss on the top of my head. "Good night, baby," she says. I wish her good night as well.

I watch as her colossal nude form glides around the bed and slips under the covers, disappearing from view. I contemplate my makeshift bed, stretch and yawn myself, and finally give in to a bone weary exhaustion. Curled up in the carrier, wrapped in a towel, I slip into unconsciousness.

8.

I am lying on a chaise lounge beside a pool. It is midafternoon, the warm sun beating down on me, lathered in sunscreen, completely naked. I am normal sized, back to being a little over six feet tall, but for some reason I retain my oversized equipment. I am hard, my proud cock rising up perpendicularly from between my legs, a fleshy tower with an angry purple head. Beads of precum slide down my length.

I look around. The pool is in the backyard of my mother's house, the house I grew up in, but we've never owned a pool. The backyard is normally dominated by my mother's herb garden. The strangest thing about this is that I don't find this strange at all.

There's a small table at my elbow, a cold beer forms perspiration on it. I reach out, take a sip, and I see the back door of the house open. My mother saunters out. She is dressed in a bright light blue bikini which exposes an admirable amount of her pale flesh. She fairly glows in the sunlight, though her eyes are hidden behind large black sunglasses. Her long black hair hangs loose, framing her pretty face and draping across her shoulders. She moves smoothly atop high heeled sandals that strap around her slim ankles. She carries a wine cooler in one hand and a towel in the other. Mom approaches with a sensual smirk on her full lips, and she puts a little exaggerated swing into her hips as she draws close.

"Hey baby," she says, throwing her towel on the chaise lounge beside me. She takes a swig from her wine cooler and casually puts her long fingered hand on the rampant head of my weeping cock. "You have such an awfully big dick, baby," my mother says. Her forefinger toys with the slit, spreading precum around the angry head. I can see myself reflected obscenely in her sunglasses as she admires my length. The hand begins to lightly run up and down my dick, fingertips grazing me. "It's much too big for me to play with like this. I'm going to have to get bigger so it fits inside me."

With that, she wiggles her nose, accompanied by a kind of chiming sound. And Mom begins to grow. Her body expands before my very eyes, gaining inches in seconds. The abbreviated bikini looks smaller and smaller as she grows, her generous tits getting larger and larger with each breath. Her belly expands, her thighs and arms and neck lengthen. The bikini straps cut into her skin, straining to contain her burgeoning femininity. With a loud snap, her top goes flying into the air, sailing over my head. Her huge breasts bob and jiggle, hard nipples pointing straight at me. The bikini bottom is swallowed up by her expanding pussy, neatly shaved and already dripping with moisture. Another snapping sound accompanies the loss of her bikini bottom, which flutters to the pool deck, all but forgotten. Mom's dainty, sexy feet with their blue painted toenails expand out of the confines of her sandals and crush them beneath her weight.

Mom stretches like a cat, arms over the head, breasts thrown into prominence, feet and calves arched, thighs flexed. She is now about twelve feet tall. She growls lustily and steps over my chaise lounge. She positions herself so that her vagina hovers over my rampant rod. Mom makes a V with her arms, hands pointed downward over her crotch. Her tits bulge out over her arms, soft and firm, pale and pink and bigger than my head.

Slowly Mom lowers herself onto me. My glans nudges up against her labia. Her lips part, and with a schlooping sound, I slide home inside her. Our combined juices drip down my length as she swallows me inch by inch. Finally I bottom out, Mom standing above me with legs spread wide. She braces her hands on the back of the lounge, which serves to dangle her enormous udders in my face. I reach up and grab a breast, finding a nipple to kiss and lick and suck as Mom begins to slowly fuck me. Her hips raise and lower, sliding up and down my raging pole.

She cries out in pleasure and joy. I moan into her tit.

There's no way the neighbors aren't aware of what is going on. We have a fence around the property, but it's not so tall that it can hide a naked woman standing a dozen feet high who is steadily, savagely fucking her son.

I reach the precipice quickly, maybe too quickly, and deep inside Mom, my cockhead rubbing against the roof of her womb, I fire rope after rope into her. She shudders in response, pussy lips clamping tight around the base of my cock as her juices inundate my balls. Mom's weight settles on me for a moment, but she soon rises, dragging herself free of my dick with a slurp. Cum and vaginal juices stream from her reddened pussy, leaking down her thick thighs.

"Mmm, that was good," Mom says, "but I want to be bigger." The nose wiggles, the chime sounds, and Mom expands upward and outward again, doubling in size once more in the span of a few eyeblinks. I watch, rapt, from my position on the lounge. My rod has not slackened. Instead I get harder, looking at her.

Twenty-four feet tall. She poses sexily, hands on hips, huge tits jiggling. She is as tall as the house, and only a little shorter than the elm trees at the back of the yard. Her foot is almost as long as the chair on which I lie, and I will only stand as high as her knee if I rise. I can hear exclamations of surprise, horror, and intrigue from the neighbor's houses. My mother, the giantess exhibitionist.

Mom leans over and picks me up with both hands, cupping me under the armpits. She brings me up to her breasts and cradles me between their lush, firm softness, before carrying me to her lips. She swallows my cock whole, licking and sucking, moaning and bobbing and twisting her mouth. Her mouth is as moist and warm as her pussy, but feels different, her agile tongue adding another layer of sensation. It doesn't take long for her to coax out another explosion from me. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of the cum traveling up my shaft and spurting into Mom's mouth, straight down her throat.

Mom swallows greedily. "Mmm," she says. "Just a little bigger, I think." The nose wiggles, the chimes sound, and Mom grows again. Its weirder watching from my current perspective. The sky fills with her. Her hands expand around my body as she holds me. Her grip changes, as I settle into her cupped palm, legs dangling, arms braced against her fingers.

Mom stops at a height of forty-eight feet, nude and glorious. Her skin shines in the sun. The sky is an impossible blue, and her beauty is framed by big fluffy white clouds. Mom dwarfs the house and the trees, towering over the neighborhood, which has come out to stare and point and admire. The swimming pool is a foot bath.

Mom shifts her grip again, putting two fingers and a thumb around my rampant rod. She manipulates me slowly, gently, smiling and cooing as she jacks me off. For her, no one else seems to matter. That she is in full view of the entire neighborhood doesn't seem to bother her. Nor me, apparently, as I am cumming again in minutes. She aims my cock at her right breast, and blast after blast of cream decorates her pale skin and pink nipple. When I am done and lie gasping for breath in one palm, Mom lifts her tit to her lips and laps up the evidence of my orgasm, noisily and happily.

There are shouts of disgust, surprise, and wonder from below. Mom doesn't seem to care. I risk a glance beneath us, and fight the sense of vertigo. Some couples are making out, getting busy, starting an orgy that threatens to engulf the entire neighborhood. Others are pointing and staring or calling the cops.

"Mmmm," Mom says. She takes a deep breath, looks around. Her eyes widen, as if she's just realized how big she is, how everyone can see. But instead of being embarrassed, she appears to enjoy it. A slow, sexy smile blossoms on her face. She looks at me. "Bigger?"

I swallow nervously, but nod.

Mom laughs, sexily, throatily, with abandon. Her nose wiggles, the chime sounds, and she grows again. The ground recedes rapidly. Her palm expands around me. I find myself lying prostrate in her palm, completely surrounded by her hand. She tops out around ninety-six feet tall. No surprise, as she's doubling herself with each spell.

I roll around on her palm, using her thumb as a handhold, and look down. Her tits are gigantic. They are wider than I am tall, and half again as long. Full and round and gravity defying, rising and lowering with each breath, bobbing and jiggling enticingly.

Mom laughs. The sound hurts my ears, and I almost tumble from her palm as I instinctively cover them with my hands. But she's there to catch me, one hand under the other. The movement causes Mom to step backward, and one foot stumbles into the pool. Water surges up onto the deck. Mom loses her balance, catches it, then falls backward. The world spins as she throws her arms out, me still trapped in the cage formed by fingers and palm, bouncing around. I hear a tremendous crashing sound and everything shakes.

When Mom opens her hand, she looks worried. "You okay?" she says, her voice a deep, sexy rumble. I nod. I'm not sure she could hear me anyway; I'm only about four inches tall to her. Mom breathes a sigh of relief, but blushes. "I sat on the house."

She holds me out so I can look over the edge of her palm. Our home is destroyed, flattened by Mom's gigantic ass. The trees in the front yard are knocked over, into the street, and power lines are down as well. Mom slowly gets back on her feet, rubbing her bare butt as she does. Everything we own rains down forty feet to the ground.

Mom shrugs, nonchalant. "Couldn't be helped, I guess." I look around, and see that the crowd that was forming to watch us has begun to disperse. People are rushing from the neighborhood, finally aware of the peril they are in. Once again, Mom doesn't seem to notice. She only has eyes for me.

"Oh, but my little cum monkey is too small to be of any use. I better fix that." With a devilish smile, she wiggles her nose again. The chimes sound, and I am at first disappointed – and a little relieved - to see her begin to shrink. But as I look over the edge of her palm, I see everything else shrinking too. Which means I am growing. I spring up to a height of twelve feet, still tiny compared to Mom, but more manageable for her, I suppose. My dick continues to grow, expanding out to a length of three feet, thick as a beer keg. The weight pulls at me.

I should protest, but I can't be bothered. I am perversely enjoying this.

Mom steps over the ruin of our home and lies down in the middle of the street. Cars honk and swerve out of the way. People flee across lawns. Mom carries me leisurely across her body, letting me enjoy the view, before pausing above her weeping pussy. She positions me at the entrance, feet first, and I slide in without complaint, using both hands to wedge my cock into place. She fucks herself with my whole body, using me roughly, slamming me into her over and over again. I bang my hands against her clit, urging her to climax, and at last she cuts loose with an ululating cry that shatters windows along the block and sets off car alarms. I empty myself into Mom with a dozen pulses, and she drags me dripping from her snatch. She licks me clean and climbs to her feet.

Her eyes find mine and I look up into them, feeling my lust and admiration mirrored there. I don't even have to say the word, she just smiles and nods and wiggles her nose. The chimes echo down the block, and she grows again.

She doubles once more, crying out with the joy of it as she reaches a height of one hundred and ninety two feet. Each of her breasts is nineteen feet wide. Her areolas are enormous, with hard pink nipples right in their center. Her hips are forty two feet wide. I look down, and she casually crushes the house across the street from us. She doesn't even notice as her foot shifts and caves in a wall. The wreckage of the house flows over her foot and tumbles into the street.

Another nose wiggle makes me grow as well, still tiny compared to her, but a giant to a normal person. She is making my cock extra large with each shift as well, comically large. It's almost as long as I am tall now, and I have to sit bow-legged in her palm because my balls are so big.

The part of my brain that should be paralyzed with terror, or dumbstruck with horror at Mom's destructive potential, is instead consumed with lust. It is almost as if the bigger she gets, the more beautiful and wanton she gets and the more aroused I am.

Mom smiles down at me sitting in her palm. "What do you say, baby? Let's go to the mall. I haven't got a thing to wear." Without waiting for a response for me, which wouldn't matter anyway, Mom sets off. She sticks to the streets, using them as walkways through the neighborhood. Her feet leave massive craters in the pavement. The earth buckles behind her. Water mains and gas mains burst, houses are shaken off their foundations. People have fled the neighborhood, as our lovemaking gave them enough time to get out of the general area. This is a good thing, as Mom has become a living hurricane or tornado. Without any effort on her part, Mom has already destroyed our block. My cock inexplicably gets stiffer as I contemplate her walk to the mall.

Mom whistles a jaunty tune as she saunters across the landscape, demolishing everything in her path. Occasionally she lifts me up to her mouth to give my rampant rod a slurp, licking up the river of precum that oozes from me continually.

In no time at all, we reach our destination, a multi-story shopping mall encircled by huge stretches of asphalt and hundreds upon hundreds of tiny cars. Mom steps over the clusters of cars, keeping to the lanes between them. But the parking lot sags beneath her weight, and gravity forces cars to slide into the pits made by her stride. Masses of tiny, two inch tall people stream from the mall and scurry across the asphalt carpet of the parking lots. Mom watches them go, smirking. She brings me up to her lips again, sucking on my cock like a straw while people flee. In no time at all, I am pumping a truly enormous amount of jism into Mom's mouth. The volume overwhelms her mouth, forcing her to swallow quickly. Even so, some leaks out to drip down her lips and chin. She releases me to swipe her titanic tongue across her lips, and the last few dregs of my climax squirt ineffectually onto Mom's throat.

This is the signal for Mom to wiggle her nose again, and she does not disappoint. The chimes sound, Mom swells, doubling in size once more to a height of three hundred and eighty-four feet.

The ground beneath us groans and creaks. The parking lot crumbles under her weight, and she sinks up to her heels to the bedrock underneath. Cars are thrown backward and explode as her feet grow into them. Her palm encircles me. I'm tiny compared to her again, much smaller in proportion than I ever have been. Even at my relatively gigantic size, I'm only a few inches tall to her. My cock empties out a second time, untouched, my libido overwhelmed by her sheer feminine enormity.

Mom feels my inundation on her skin. One titanic hand grabs me gently and lifts me out of her palm, while she brings the other hand to her mouth and swipes my spend away with one lash of her huge pink tongue.

Mom sets me down on the roof of the mall, which doesn't even come up to her knees. This is getting out of control, but I'm so aroused I hardly care.

At the edge of the parking lot, a city bus attempts to get away, back out onto the street. Mom leans over casually and snaps it up in one hand. It's a big bus, fifty feet long at least, and it looks like a hefty metal cylinder in her hands. Mom brings it back to the mall and sets the bus down on the ground. She gently taps the roof. "Everybody out," she whispers, and the sound echoes across the mall, across the town.

People who are inch tall compared to the titaness scurry from the vehicle and hurry across the parking lot. Mom watches them go, idly running her fingers through her wet, dripping pussy, almost two hundred feet in the air.

For some reason the crowd of commuters stops about a football field's length from Mom, and they all turn to watch as she lifts the bus into the air once more and brings it to her crotch. The blunt face of the bus nudges against Mom's lips, and she roughly shoves the bus into her pussy. She cries out. People are knocked down. Glass shatters and tinkles. Car alarms that haven't already been triggered suddenly go off.

Even I am knocked on my ass by her roar, landing roughly on the tarred roof of the mall. I stand up again, planting my feet on the edge of the roof and watch Mom pummel her pussy with her bus-dildo. She looks down at me, panting and sweating, and I start to jerk off.

The crowd watching Mom turns its attention to me. Above the sound of Mom's cries, above the screech of crushing metal, across the distance, I hear them begin to laugh. They point at me. Their tiny voices call me "freak," "psycho," "pervert." The people start getting bigger, as if they are growing, or getting closer. I start to recognize faces in the crowd, people from high school, friends of my parents, old teachers.

Mom pulls the bus out of her. Its front end is mangled and crushed by the forces of her immense vagina. Fluid drips from it. Mom tosses the bus casually over her shoulder, sending it flying into town. Where it lands, no one can say.

"Stop laughing at my son," Mom says, which only makes the crowd laugh harder and taunt me more fiercely. "Motherfucker" is added to the rotation. Mom lifts a foot and brings it down towards the crowd, her face contorted in rage.

But these are human beings. People – people we both know. "Mom! No!" I shout at the top of my lungs, but she either can't or won't hear me. "NOOOO!"

I snap awake, coated in icy sweat, the towel wrapped around me sticky with cum.

Jesus Christ. That was the most realistic dream I have ever had. A nightmare, really. I shiver, cold and uncertain. It takes me a few shuddering breaths to accept the reality of lying naked in the cat carrier at the foot of Mom's bed. It all felt so real, and so good. But oh so very wrong.

Above me the bed creaks as Mom shifts in bed. "Robbie?" she says. "Are you awake?"

I try to croak out a response, but my throat is too dry, my voice to tiny for her to hear. The bed shifts again and then the floor shivers as Mom comes around the bed, still naked, still beautiful, but part of my brain is still engaged in the dream and I am frightened of her.

Mom kneels down beside the carrier and peers inside. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a bad dream," I manage to say. Mom reaches in and extricates me from the soiled towel.

"Doesn't look like a bad dream," she says wryly.

"No, it definitely was."

Mom's expression softens. "I'm sorry. I just had a bad dream myself." She pauses. "Want to cuddle a little?"

I surprise myself by enthusiastically nodding my head. I can't get the image of Mom about to crush all those people out of my head. I feel a little ill, but when she cradles me against her bosom and I feel her warmth and hear her heartbeat, I start to relax.

Mom climbs into bed, under the covers, still holding me close. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asks quietly. I think about it a moment, then quickly sketch the salient points of the dream. Mom's eyes get bigger and bigger as I talk, until I get to the end, and she turns a little green.

"You're not going to believe this, but I had the same dream, but from the other end. Growing bigger and bigger, destroying the neighborhood, going to the mall... the whole nine yards. I woke up just before I would have killed those people, too."

"What the – how is that possible?"

"The hex between us is stronger than I thought if we're sharing dreams. I don't even know whose dream it was to start, but it was probably fueled on both our parts by that little incident at the end of the bath. Made both of us anxious.

"Let me try to set you a little bit more at ease. I'm not Samantha from 'Bewitched.' Magic doesn't work that way. It's hard, it's time consuming, and the spells I cast have to be expressed through a recipe of some kind. Potion, baked good, pastry, whatever. It isn't an instantaneous thing, and it doesn't generally last very long.

"Second, even magic has to adhere to certain physical realities. I've never tried to make someone grow, but I'm pretty sure even if I did, the largest I could get a human being is twelve or fifteen feet or so. Theoretically, you could do sixty feet tops, but the amount of prep time and expenditure of energy required to channel that much energy into mass would take years. Four hundred feet is right out. Plus, I'm no exhibitionist at heart, and the thought of being out in front of all those people, friends and neighbors... ugh, I don't even want to think about it.

"And lastly, but most importantly, the tradition I belong to has a philosophy. 'Do what thou wilt, an it harm none.' Basically, it's a variation of the Golden Rule. And I try my best to live by it. I would never willingly use magic or anything else to deliberately hurt another living being."

"Okay," I say, feeling a little better. It was all so vivid, though, I'm still a little unsettled.

"Look, why don't I bring the carrier up here to the bed, and then we can sleep a little closer together. You need a new towel, though." She crinkles her face in mock disgust, eliciting a smile from me. In no time at all, Mom has me set up on the bed, a fresh towel to lie on, the door open and facing the foot of the bed, her massive but reassuring form visible through the breathing holes. Mom watches me for a little while, but soon drifts off to sleep. Her little snores are kind of cute, and eventually I fall asleep myself.

9.

Consciousness returns slowly. Warm sunlight streams through the windows, illuminating Mom's bedroom, creating a rectangular pattern on the bed that extends across the carrier and falls across my face. I'm still small, still hard, and surprised at how relaxed I am by that fact. I climb out from under the towel and look for Mom.

Her side of the bed is empty, the comforter creating a mountain of fabric where she left it bunched up. The bathroom door is open, the room devoid of occupation. I don't hear her in the hall, and guess she's nowhere nearby.

The smell of something baking wafts into the room. My stomach rumbles. I haven't eaten or drunk much since shrinking. I don't know why that is, but it appears I'm ready to eat something now. For a while, I wait to see if Mom will come looking for me, but she can't possibly know when I'm awake. Even if I jerk off, she might assume it's just a wet dream. I decide to go looking for her, and figure that she's probably in the kitchen.

I jump down from the edge of the bed, bouncing on the carpet, and leap across the room, down the hall, to the stairs. I navigate my way down the stairs, around the corner, and into the kitchen. The radio is on, playing Adele, and Mom is humming and half-singing to herself as she bops around the island and stove. I see mixing bowls and packages of flour and sugar and other things spread around the top of the island and counters, and Mom has a spoon in one hand doubling as a microphone.

Her hair is pinned up to keep it out of her eyes, but still fluffed out with plenty of body. There's just a little bit of makeup on her face, some color to accent her eyes and lips. Other than that, the only thing she is wearing is a light purple apron. While it covers her front, it offers no support for her pendulous breasts, which bounce around on her chest with each movement. And the apron leaves her long, smooth back and large springy backside completely open.

I watch for a few minutes, enjoying my mother's singing voice, and admiring the way her enormous, sexy body moves and sways. The flex of her ass, the tightness of her calves, the fullness of her thighs. The swanlike expanse of her neck, her long toned arms, the way her huge tits thrust out the front of the apron, swinging rhythmically with each step.

She hasn't seen me, and with the music turned up and her own singing, she wouldn't hear me if I shouted at her. I suppose it's time to show off. I make a few short hops that take me into the kitchen and halfway across the room, and a big jump that brings me up to the top of the kitchen island. I slip a bit on the slick surface and bend down on one knee, holding my arms out to keep from sprawling. Mom's back is to me, facing the stove. I straighten and walk across the island to the mixing bowl. The edge of it is about as high as my chest, allowing me to reach over and swipe a few fingers through the batter. Chocolate. It's good, although a bit runny.

At this point Mom slowly turns, perhaps sensing something behind her, and her eyes go wide when she sees me. She jumps back a step, spooned hand coming up to her chest, and releases a short sharp shout.

I wave nonchalantly.

Mom is pale and shaking a little. She raises the spoon up as if to swipe at me, but drops it to her side instead. "Don't DO that!" she yells at me. "You scared me to death."

"Sorry," I say, not really sorry. I smile.

Slowly, Mom smiles too. She shakes her head. "How did you get up here?" she asks, tapping the spoon against the counter. I feel the vibrations through the soles of my bare feet.

"I jumped," I say. "One of those benefits of being this size, I guess." To demonstrate, I spring across the gap separating the island from the counter. It's about three feet, and I make it easily.

Mom gasps in admiration. "I had no idea. When did you discover you could do that?"

I explain about climbing off the couch the day before, but omit going up to her bedroom and masturbating into her bra cup. Mom shakes her head. "And still you let me carry you around?"

"Well, I like when you carry me," I say, looking down and kicking one foot. I look up as Mom steps close and leans over, flashing an acre of cleavage.

"I can't imagine why," she says with a sultry laugh. She straightens, semi-serious again. "I'm glad you came downstairs. I was going to come up and get you shortly." She reaches past me and turns the stereo down. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"I thought you were baking something already?"

Mom's cheeks darken, just a bit. "Oh, that's a little treat for me. I do need your help to finish it, but it won't be breakfast."

"My help?"

Mom titters a bit. "Oh, be patient. Scrambled eggs and sausage, how does that sound?"

Mom starts cleaning up the kitchen, gets out a pan and eggs and whisk and bowl. Chops up some peppers and onions, mixes them into the eggs in the bowl, whisks, pours the mix into the pan and starts to cook the eggs. Frozen sausage links go into the microwave, come out steaming and hot.

Mom sets out plates and utensils on the table. She directs me over there. I give her a rueful look, already regretting showing off, and bound down to the floor to bounce back up on the table top. Mom sets out breakfast, and as she does, the timer goes off. She scurries to the stove and pulls out a pan of muffins or cupcakes or something, setting them on a rack on the island to cool. They smell delicious.

Mom cuts up my sausage. The knife and fork make me feel queasy as it easily divides up the meat, but once again Mom is seemingly oblivious. I spear a bit of sausage with a toothpick and eat hungrily. Mom eats lustily, putting away quite a bit of food. While we eat, we make small talk. Apparently the weather is going to be warm and sunny all weekend, not that I'll be able to enjoy it.

As breakfast winds down, I ask again, "So what did you need my help with?"

Mom dabs at her lips with a napkin. She smiles, reaching across the table to scoop me up and hold me against her cloth covered breasts as she steps away from the table. "Well," she says coyly, "you know I like to bake. You know I like my sweets. And now you know about some of my other tastes, too. So I woke up this morning with a... craving. I made some chocolate cupcakes, but I need your help with the frosting."

I think I see where this is going. But I play along. "Frosting?"

Mom's smile widens, eyes bright, cheeks already flushed. She sets me down on the island. Mom picks up a warm cupcake from the rack and sets it down in front of me. It's the size of an ottoman, with a pink wrapper around the stem. Mom puts a finger along the length of my cock and nudges it, so that it points directly at the cupcake. "You know... frosting," she says. Her thumb joins her finger, encircling my cock. She begins to gently manipulate me.

I look up and up, enjoying the way her breasts shift under the apron, and into her eyes. She is smiling, happy, aroused. I put my hands behind my back and enjoy the sensation of Mom's fingers on my length, carefully tugging on me, urging me to cum. Her free hand cups a breast through the apron, squeezing and pulling on her teat. The fabric is gradually pushed inward, revealing the pale skin of her breast, and the huge, hard pink nipple in the middle. Mom's other thumb and forefinger find it and begin to twist and tug her nipple. The bottom of the apron rustles as Mom rubs her thighs together.

This is so kinky and weird and silly, and Mom's ministrations are quite insistent. I thrust forward between her fingers, fucking my cock between them, my own precum generating plenty of lubricant. My ass clenches, my balls squeeze, and a torrent of cum erupts from the end of my dick. The first one overshoots the mark, spraying across the top of the cupcake to leave a ribbon on the island. But Mom is focused, and uses both hands to hold my body and aim my ejaculating cock, so that my thick, creamy load primarily sprays across the top of the cupcake. Some of it soaks directly into the cake, but most of it lies obscenely on the cupcake top. Finally I am spent, and Mom sets me down on my feet. I stagger a bit, coming down off my orgasm, breathing hard.

Mom deftly removes the pink wrapper. Cum oozes off the cupcake, too slick and gelid to stay there properly, and some of it drips onto Mom's fingers as she carries the cake to her mouth. She devours it in three bites, licking her lips, trying to catch as much of my cum as possible in her mouth. She licks bits of cake and cum from her fingers, moaning. "That was just as good as I hoped it would be."

"You are one crazy lady, Mom." She turns red, from forehead to toes, in the blink of an eye. "How many more cupcakes do you have?" I say quickly, and she relaxes somewhat.

"Eleven," she says shyly. "Not that I could eat eleven cupcakes right now..."

I remember her saying that she orgasms when I orgasm, but that for her they're little. And that they build if mine come in rapid succession. "How many could you eat right now?" I ask. I give my hips a wiggle, which sends my cock bobbing.

"Let's see," she says with a wicked smile.

Mom takes three more cupcakes off the rack and lays them down in front of me. She stands back from the island, reaches behind her back and unties the apron. She lifts it up over her head and tosses it to the side. Her huge, beautiful breasts bob playfully, and I get a glimpse of her neatly trimmed pussy hair before she steps forward again.

Mom's finger and thumb find me and start jacking me off. Her other hand roams across her mountainous breasts, down her smooth belly, beneath the edge of the island. Phantom fingers caress my cock, almost counterpoint to the real fingers gently masturbating me. Once again I am struck by the sheer perverse strangeness of my situation, but it doesn't stop me from jettisoning a huge load onto the first cupcake.

Mom doesn't wait for me to recover. She is panting and moaning and wild eyed. The fingers dipping into her pussy, playing with her pink folds, just make her more eager. She points my cock at another cupcake and teases me. I'm grabbing her fingers and thrusting between them, gliding my cock across her flesh, trying to fuck her fingers. Her thumb nudges against my balls, careful not to hit them too hard. She leans over, her tits swinging in my face, and I let loose a third time, spraying down the top of another cupcake.

Mom cries out. She is hunched over the island a bit, her huge tits lying on the counter, their mammoth softness spread out, just behind the cupcakes. Jism is sliding around the tops of the cakes, dripping down the sides, soaking into the food. Mom shifts me again, moving me like an action figure, still gently but urgently jacking me off.

Her free hand comes up to the top of the island. Her fingers trace glistening trails across her left tit. Mom's eyes are glassy, her skin flushed. She grabs one of the cupcakes I've decorated and brings it to her mouth, slurping and licking up the cum before it can slide off completely. She eats a few bites before setting it down. Her eyes bore into me the entire time she is eating, and before long my crisis is upon me. I slam my dick into her fingers, long ropes of jizz spraying across her hand to splatter on the final cupcake. Fluid ricochets off of fluid, some splattering Mom's breast and nipple.

She brings the second cupcake to her mouth with a shaky hand and devours the semen greedily. She releases my abused cock and goes back to teasing her pussy, riding a cresting orgasm that, from the sounds she makes around the cupcake, is going to be a big one. She lets the half eaten cake fall to the island, nearly hitting me, and snaps up the third one. She doesn't bother with the cake itself, simply slurping and sucking and licking of the frosting. Her hand, out of view, is busy as her arm jerks back and forth.

Mom roars, throwing her head back, lips smeared with cum and chocolate. Her tits bobble and shake, and she lets the last cupcake fall to the floor as her entire body shudders. The whole experience makes me cum again, emptying my seed on the countertop, and this just seems to extend Mom's thunderous climax. She finally falls back, settling against the counter top, breathing heavily. She licks her fingers, on both hands, and doesn't miss the few drops of cum I left on her tit.

The muscles in Mom's legs and abdomen shiver and shake with aftershocks as she catches her breath. She notices the pool of cum spreading across the island at my feet and lurches forward on weak legs. She leans down over the counter, bringing her face close to me, and her long pink tongue extends out to lick up the pool of cum.

It doesn't end. It can't end. Synapses are firing in my brain, clouding my mind, making me crazy and hornier and hornier.

With my cock gripped in both hands I step to Mom's face and aim it towards her chocolate and cum smeared mouth. With a wanton smile she welcomes me, slurping my dick into her mouth like a straw. I grab her cheeks with both hands and slam into her mouth, over and over again, as savagely and ruthlessly as I can. Her breath washes over me from flared nostrils, and phantom caresses assure me Mom is playing with herself as I drive towards another orgasm. It comes, quicker than I'd hoped, and I cry out unconsciously, calling her name as I empty myself into her hot, wet, pink mouth.

Mom swallows greedily, hungrily, lapping at my spewing dick with the tip of her tongue, urging me on, ever onward. She keens around the cock trapped between her full lips, a sound like an alarm or a ship's whistle that rises around me, passes through me, shakes me to my core. I realize that that last orgasm of hers never really stopped, and she is riding it out as I jettison another epic load directly into her mouth.

Finally I fall backward, gasping on the slippery surface of the island's counter top, my cock momentarily softened for only the second time in the past two days.

Mom gives me a sleepy, chocolate smeared smile, and slumps backward. She disappears. I lever myself to my feet and stumble to the edge, looking over with apprehension.

Mom lies in a contented jumble on the kitchen floor, gloriously nude and gloriously fucked. "M'okay, hun," she manages to mumble in between deep, shuddering gasps. "Jus' need t'catch breath."

I slump, relieved. I've lost count of the number of times I've climaxed in the last few minutes. More than is humanly possible, at any rate. I feel as though I've just run a marathon. Even though I just woke up, I could use a nap.