OF MOTHERS AND MUSHROOMS

My last year of high school, my dad took me down to the basement for "men talk". The excuse was the fact that my parents found out I was having sex with my then girl friend, and mom insisted he should do it. But he didn't care much about his son gifting him an unwanted grandkid or acquiring an STD or whatever; no, he was really drunk, and he just wanted to finally unload his secret. Well, mom's secret, really... so we sat on the gym bench - my dad was into fitness, and had a really impressive setup installed - and he talked for over an hour, straight. Nothing much about me and my sexual activities - something I was over the moon about, but regarding which I could have really used some grown-up advice, mind you! - but rather about him and mom. I learned a lot about my mom that day, but it was nothing a young son should learn about his mother - certainly not from his drunken dad...

I've had a thing about her for many years; it was the sight of her in a summer dress, with her amazing tits almost spilling out, that fed my first jerking-off session, ever (and many since). She was a very pretty woman, with a scathing sense of humor which I thought was very cool. She was on the large side, a bit heavy-set, which I always thought explained why we never went to the sea, or her preference for large, flowing dresses - now I found out there was another reason...

Things were never the same after that "talk"; I used to be close to my mom, but now I avoided her (never talked to my dad much, anyway), and when I got accepted to several schools, I chose one in California, just to be as far away from home as possible. My parents were divorced soon after I left home; my dad did say that he was only staying for MY sake. After that I didn't see much of him, but I did go home for holidays. I never talked with my mom about that... thing... but we did get to talking a lot on the phone. She seemed to be taking the divorce rather well; she went back to work - lots of stories about all the assholes there! - but the thing that seemed to give her joy was the fact that she started working out in the basement gym, seemingly really getting into it. She didn't date or anything - well, nothing she would tell me about, anyway.

Right after graduation I landed a job at an international construction company, and went directly overseas, spending almost two years in the middle-east, never coming home for a visit. But when I got offered a promotion, and had to go back to visit company HQ in Chicago, I decided to stay with my mom, in Evanston. I did a lot of thinking, while overseas, and figured it was a chance to fix our relationship. I was really thinking about her a lot - even when with my girlfriend at the time, she was on my mind, a lot. She wasn't on social media, and she wouldn't send me any pics, but she said she was building up mass like crazy. My girlfriend - a Turkish girl - was an amature bodybuilder, and I found it really turned me on. And I was thinking about my mom, down in the basement, pumping those irons, and, yeah - it got me excited. That was actually the reason I eventually broke up with Meral - thinking about my mom as I was fucking her was getting to be too much. And, yeah, that thing my dad told me was always on my mind, but... I was getting used to the idea. And I really wanted to see my mom. She sounded glad when I called her to say I'd be visiting, and told me she'd come and pick me up, which sounded very encouraging.

When I saw her at the airport it was quite a shock. She looked pretty amazing for her 44 years - she had always been a beautiful woman, and her ash-blonde hair was cut in a sort of funky short style that really suited her. But she seemed much bulkier than I remembered her - huge, really, even taking into account her heavy winter coat - and at first I thought she had put on a lot of weight; but her still-pretty face had no sign of fat, and when I hugged her it was obvious even through her heavy clothing that it was not fat - she felt really muscular! Apparently she was not exaggerating when she told me about the gains she was making...!

I complimented her on this as we were driving home. She smiled happily. "Told you! I really like it, and it looks like I have just the right genes for it. I've been working out 6 times a week for almost 18 months, now!" I whistled, impressed. "It's not that I didn't believe you, it's just that I never took you for the athletic type, mom. Good on you!" I was really impressed - but I had no idea just HOW MUCH she had changed...

I woke up late, the next morning, still jet lagged. I went down to the kitchen, where mom was making breakfast. She was wearing a large t-shirt over sweatpants, but I could tell that her back and shoulders were really wide. It made me forget for a moment about that other... thing.

"Wow, mom, you really weren't kidding about those gains! Your shoulders look crazy wide!"

She smiled proudly. 'Well, you ain't seen nothing yet! Take a look at this." She rolled up her left sleeve, revealing a very ripped, very powerful-looking arm. I touched her bare arm and was amazed by the tightness and muscularity of her biceps. And then she curled her arms; Her biceps exploded into raw pumped muscles atop her meaty triceps. Her flesh was iron hard. Her egg shaped bicep was HUGE - way bigger and stronger than mine. "So, was that girlfriend of yours anything like this?" I laughed in disbelief. "God, no, mom, I've never SEEN anything like this!" I let go of her arm after trying in vain to squeeze it. "Mom, this is unbelievable! Your arm, it's... well, HUGE!"

She smirked. "God had nothing to do with it, just a lot of hard work and dieting!" She put her right hand on her bicep, stroking it lightly. "This puppy is almost 17 inches when pumped!" She looked at my own reedy arm. "So, what about you? Your muscles seem to be half the size they were in high school! All those years of living the good life in the desert, with the girlfriends and the Baklava and the Knafeh..." she rubbed my arm, roughly. "You've gotten too soft!"

"Com'n, mom, that's not fair...!" I tried to jerk my arm away, but she seemed to be in a playful mood. She suddenly grabbed me by my arms, her large hands completely surrounding my soft biceps. Veins jutted out of her sinewy forearms as she tightened her grip on each of my biceps and slowly, unbelievably, started to lift me in the air... My mom was an inch shorter than my 5'11", But in a matter of seconds my feet were dangling a foot off the ground...!

"Mom, what are you doing?" I shouted, alarmed.

She laughed affectionately, putting me down. "Just kidding, Jacky..."

My face probably showed my feelings of fear and embarrassment, as mom hugged me, saying: "I'm sorry, it's just been so long and I've missed you so much - and I guess I do feel a little resentful about... well, look, baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you..."

I was feeling all sorts of feelings - embarrassment, confusion, regret - and something else, that I couldn't quite pin down... maybe it had something to do with my mom manhandling me - or maybe it was the feeling of her breasts as she hugged me - as well as that... other thing that I felt rubbing against my thigh... I tried to recover. "It's alright mom. Don't feel bad, I over-reacted."

Mom perked up. As she got back to the food on the counter, she asked me over her bulging shoulder, smiling mischievously: "So tell me, Jack. Does this make you feel scared, your mom being stronger than you?"

This made me really uncomfortable, but I tried to be an adult about it. "I don't know mom. Yeah, maybe I AM scared a bit... But I can adjust."

She turned and looked at me levely, her face serious. "Is my strength the only thing that's scaring you?"

I gulped. I was not ready for that talk, not yet. "Look, mom, I have a long day ahead of me. We'll talk tomorrow, OK?"

She smiled again. "Sure thing, son. Go get them!"

That incident stayed with me all throughout the day. And the worst thing was, whenever I thought about it, I felt myself getting erect... the thought of my mom's breasts, smashing into my body as she hugged me, of her muscle-bound arms holding me, my feet hanging in the air, was really turning me on! And, yes - that bulge that pressed into my thigh - yeah, that thing was on my mind, too...

I couldn't stop thinking about it, and I knew that I just HAD to see her body. I was at meetings and interviews at company HQ, all day, but all I could think about was that body, hidden by the huge shirt... those wide, pumpkin-sized shoulders, her thick, shapely neck, her large breasts... and that python, lurking underneath her sweatpants - I had to SEE!

I knew it was wrong, and I was really fighting with myself... I stayed in the city till the evening, going for drinks with some of the guys I knew at the company; what I really wanted was to go back home and see my mom, but I made myself stay, trying to shut the temptation down... I came back home late in the evening. Mom was curled up on the living room sofa, dressed in her regulation Chicago-winter clothing of sweatpants and large sweatshirt, watching TV. She asked about the meetings I had; there WERE news - I got offered a very nice position - but I was not really in the mood to talk about it. she could tell; after a while she told me she was turning in, kissed me goodnight and went up to her bedroom.

I went up myself, 10 minutes later, hoping that I was tired enough - drunk enough! - that I'd just fall asleep immediately... but, as I passed her room, I noticed the light coming out of her bedroom door keyhole. It was a large keyhole, made for a large key, and there was no key in the door... As if in a trance, I tiptoed over, leaned down and peeped.

She was standing in the middle of the room, and all I could see were her butt and thighs; but, oh, what a sight...! Her thighs were huge, very muscular, wide like tree trunks, her quads bulging out to the sides, clearly visible from behind. She was wearing a thong panty, and it barely covered anything - her butt was very large, very round, and apparently very muscular. I could tell she was unfastening her bra, and saw the play of muscles on her lower back, as her mighty arms went backwards, around that wide back. And then she bent forward, and her majestic butt was directly in my face, her asshole barely covered, peeking at me from behind the tiny cover of her thong...

I could hold myself no longer. I released the throbbing erection from my pants, and started beating myself frantically - thinking about her insanely huge bicep, her powerful butt, those tantalizing breasts that I still needed to see... I had my jacket in my hand, and somehow remembered to put it over my penis; I was ejaculating into it like crazy, eyes closed, barely holding myself from groaning, when I heard the doorknob turning. Opening my eyes I saw my mom standing in the open doorway, dressed in a tiny tank top and thong, looking at me incredulously.

"What THE HELL are you doing?!"

I was standing there, panting, my now-spent, semen-covered penis in one hand, the other holding my crumpled jacket, tiny droplets of semen coming out of it, dripping to the floor. What could I say? What WAS there to say?

"Mom, I'm... I'm sorry, I just... I just couldn't control myself, you're just... just so, so..."

"So Sexy..." She completed my sentence.

I lowered my eyes. "Yes, mom."

There was a moment of silence. After a moment I gathered the courage and looked up. And my breath caught in my mouth. There it was - that massive monster that had once enchanted my dad, and then drove him away... her girl cock, almost curled into the front of her thong, its girth almost unbelievable even though flaccid, two large balls hanging on each side of the thin fabric. She was circumcised, the dark-pink crown huge and massive, standing out against her abs, abs that almost took my mind off of the monstrosity stirring in her thong. Her silken tank top started just above her navel, revealing the bottom part of very massive, washboard abs, that seemed almost out of place on her fairly small waist. The top was cut low, revealing her generous breasts; they weren't as big as they used to be - the dieting had quite an effect on them - but they were still quite sizeable, the dark nipples thrusting against the silken fabric. I saw that she had large, well-defined pecs, that were pushing her beautiful breasts even farther forward. On top of it were her wide, craggy shoulders, her thick trapezius tapering of to a thick, graceful neck...I followed it all and looked at her face - and she was smiling. She seemed to be amused by this.

"So, my son is a pervert who is turned on by his own mother's body - is that it?"

I swallowed my saliva, hard. "Mom, I... l'm really..."

As I struggled to find words, her look of amusement disappeared, a predatory gleam coming into her eyes. I felt alarmed, and stepped back, but she was too quick. Her thick, muscular arms lashed out, and she caught my wrists, easily pulling my hands aside. Unable to meet her stare I looked down, only to watch in horrified fascination as her massive womanhood snaked upwards, pushing roughly against my stomach as it incredibly, unbelievably, kept on growing! I raised my head, only to encounter a pair of lips and a searing kiss.

Our bodies pressed together as one. Her strong hand slid down my back, cupping

my buttocks and holding me to her, her pillar pressed between us, throbbing against my body. Hesitating, my tongue joined hers in frantic, heated exploration. A sweet, silken moan rose in her throat as my own cock, now almost at its full, now rather puny-seeming size, pressed against her hard, unforgiving body, her own rock-hard phallus towering over it, like a parent over its child. She broke our kiss, and looked at me deeply. Her rough hands were holding my buttocks, pressing my body against her, her soft breasts squishing into me, the nipples large and hard against my soft flesh, her penis now monstrously enlarged, rubbing against me, the top almost reaching up to her breasts. She smiled, moving her body slightly, her cock nudging my own.

"So, you'd like to put your little penis in mom's vagina?"

I mumbled, "Yes, please..."

She laughed. "Well, that's too bad, because you can't." She laughed again at the look of agony on my face. "Don't worry, baby, I got something almost as good for you."

Her hands dug into my soft buttocks, painfully, and she lifted me off the floor as if I weighed nothing. Turning, she carried me into her bedroom, and dumped me unceremoniously on her bed. I sat up, and looked at her, my mouth agape. She raised her monstrous arms, and took her tank top off, throwing it on a chair. Locking my eyes with hers, she lifted her arms, and struck a double-bicep pose. My jaw dropped as I watched the mountain-like peaks that jumped up as she flexed, huge veins snaking around them like ropes. Muscles were jumping out all over her body, her thighs corded with writhing, veiny muscles... and at the center of it all - that gigantic, monstrous girl-cock, pointing at me with its dark crown, impossibly thick, veins running up and down its length, 16 (or maybe even 17) inches, a devastating battering ram powered by a body built like a tank. A sexy, mind-blowing tank... I gulped, hard.

She smiled, that dangerous glint back in her eye.

"So, you think you are ready for this?"

I swallowed again, my eyes fixed on her enormous rod. "It's, it's so... big...!"

Her smile widened, and she brought her arms down, taking hold of it in her hand, stroking it gently. "Why, thank you, sweetie, I'm very proud of it."

I couldn't tear my eyes away from it. "It looks... it looks like it could tear me in half..."

She nodded. "Well, your dad took it for many years, and he had no complaints..." her voice took on a wry tone. "Well, for the first 15 years, anyway...". Her smile almost disappeared, and for a brief moment she seemed almost vulnerable. My heart went out to her. I stood up, shakily, wanting to hug her, but...IT was in the way. My own cock was at full size, 7 or 8 inches, almost pulling me towards her, but I was scared. Scared of crossing that most sacred of lines, that between a boy and his mother; but, mostly - I was just terrified of the throbbing, veiny python swaying in front of me, ready to bore into my body.

I was feeling real panic. "Mom, I don't... I'm not sure I..."

That predatory gleam that I saw in her eyes before flashed back, and I was suddenly, truly terrified. But it passed as quick as it came, and she was smiling gently, her eyes amused. She pushed me, lightly, and I fell back on the bed, mouth agape. She stroked her shaft, thoughtfully. "Oh, I think you'll like it, in time. Just give it a chance... remember how much you used to hate mushrooms as a kid? It grows on you." As she spoke the giant phallus suddenly twitched, making me startle, mom smiling mischievously at my reaction. Her hands were now on her hips, her wide upper torso almost blocking out the room.

I was trembling now as I sat up on the bed. "Mom, please... I... I just don't want this..."

She considered this for a moment, then nodded and stepped aside. "OK. Good night, sweetie - don't forget to brush your teeth."

I stood up, uncertain. "So - that's it?"

"Yep. See you in the morning."

She was standing, gigantic arms on wide hips, waiting, her cock hanging huge and proud, seeming to dare me...

"Oh." I stood for a moment, torn between deep, primal fear and even stronger lust. I glanced at her giant rod, shuddered, and sat back down on the bed. "Please... just be gentle..."

Her beautiful face lit up as she smiled. "Good boy!" She moved forward, towering over me. Bending, she kissed me gently on my forehead, and took my chin in her strong hand, gazing deep into my eyes. "Of course I'll be gentle, baby - I'm your mom..."

I melted into her eyes, stammering: "it's just, I... I've never done anything like this before..."

She looked at me innocently. "What - fuck your mom or take it up the ass?"

She laughed at my look of hurt confusion. Yeah, that was my mom, all right, the way she was before things started to sour between her and dad. She was funny, and she gave absolutely no fucks...!

As I watched, transfixed, she lowered her thong, stretching and pulling it down her mountainous thighs, her huge balls now free underneath her meaty cock. Once finished, she took me by my armpits, and raised me as if I weighed nothing. She looked at my now-crumpled clothes critically. "Impressive outfit, baby, but I want to see that hot bod of yours!" She helped me out of them, tossing them over to the settee, and held me up in the air, again looking at me appraisingly. "Well, I have to say you've kept yourself in pretty decent shape. I bet it was all that sex with your Turkish hottie! And that dick is not half-bad... Maybe I WILL take it for a test drive, later!"

I blushed, and my hands went instinctively to cover my crotch. "Mom...!" She laughed. "Well, it's quite larger than your dad's! Good to see you did inherit something from me..." not waiting for an answer, she lowered me back to the floor. Taking my face in her rough hands, she locked lips with me for a long, slow kiss. For a few moments there was nothing else in the world - just those soft lips, the tongue moving languidly against mine, the incredibly soft breasts, with their diamond-hard nipples, squashed against my chest, and that gigantic, throbbing pillar of womanly meat, pressing against me, moving gently as she swayed her hips, ever so slowly... my hands were on the small of her back, roaming up and down the rock-hard sides of her small waist, moving to the back, feeling the round, powerful glutes dancing enticingly...

After what seemed like an eternity - but still ended too soon! - she broke, pulling back, her hands now holding my shoulders. "Ready, babe?" I nodded. Ready? I was close to bursting, and we haven't even started, really! Her hands pressed gently on my shoulders. "Take it in your mouth, baby. We need to have it nice and slippery for you..." I started. Reality was rushing back in. We were DOING it! Once my lips were on her cock, there was no going back...She smiled at me, understanding my hesitation. "Baby steps, sweetie. Just take the head, give it a nice coat..." she leaned in, kissing me softly on my half-open mouth. "I want so much to be inside you, baby..." she whispered.

Her hands were back on my shoulders, messaging them gently, as I went down on my knees and took her thick, veiny womanhood in my trembling hands.

* * * *

Helen shuddered as she felt her son's lips brush softly, hesitantly against the tip of her cock. This was what she had been dreaming of since the day he told her he'd be coming home... she had held her desire back for years - since Jack's teens - knowing it was wrong, that she mustn't do it, he was her SON! She had kept her secret from him, but he had learned - her husband was very happy to explain to her why their son had fled home the way that he did... It was the one time in their marriage that she had been violent with him, hurting him bad, but she managed to stop herself in time, before causing more damage. The marriage was officially terminated soon afterwards, and she had thrown herself into building her body, taking advantage of her genes to sculpt it to perfection. There were men - it was really surprising how many men there were, who were attracted to her growing body and to her enormous womanly pillar... but none of them felt right. There was one face that she saw as she thrust her cock into some poor cumdump's mouth hole - and it was her son's.

His elbows were now resting on her mighty thighs, both hands holding her thick shaft, his tongue exploring the bulbous head. She moaned softly, and smiled down at him as his eyes looked up at her. Her fingers went up and tousled his hair, fighting the insane urge to grab his head and push her meat into his mouth... baby steps, she told herself. She wanted him so badly, but she couldn't have him panicking again... his lips closed around the head, and she pushed forward, almost imperceptibly, her eyes now closed, her hands moving to the back of his head. She felt his mouth open wide, trying to accommodate the gigantic pillar, his hands holding it, moving it forward.

"Oh, baby, this is so good..." she looked down at him, again, seeing the building panic in his eyes as her cock started to make its way inside his mouth. He looked so cute, so helpless... She stroked his head gently. "You're doing great, baby. Just breath through your nose. I won't be going all the way in, I just want to wet it, OK?"

He blinked his eyes in acknowledgement, his mouth now almost full with her meat. It was just the tip, so to speak - 6 or 7 inches, at least 10 more to go before her balls slapped against his chin... the thought excited her, and she started pushing her hips forward, still slow and gentle, and felt his throat welcoming her. He gagged a little, but didn't stop, one hand going to her balls, fondling the smooth sack, squeezing it gently, eliciting a small squeal from her. As his mouth strained around her cock, making small gulping sounds, he seemed to grow bolder; his palm still supporting the heavy sack, full almost to bursting with her baby batter, his fingers explored further, gently stroking her hidden labia, her sex juices starting to wet her nether region, as his mouth's ministrations were bringing the first drops of pre-cum to the tip of her cock, now deep inside his throat.

She sighed contentedly. Her boy seemed to know his way around a woman's secret parts - and he seemed to be learning very fast the secret to pleasing his futanari mom... there was almost nothing that she wanted more than to grab his head and push her meat all the way in, hump his face and fill him with the creamy goodness of her cum - but all in good time. She must be patient. She stroked his cheeks gently. "I'm going to pull out now, sweetie..."

He moaned - a protest? She hoped so. Slowly, gently, she pulled back, her massive shaft emerging glistening with her son's spittle. He coughed as the dark head came out, and she almost laughed at his look of dazed confusion. God, he looked so cute...! He was looking at her cock almost with longing as she pulled back. She bent down and picked him in her gargantuan arms, pulling him in for a quick kiss. "That was wonderful, sweetie! Your mouth felt so good, holding me... did you like it?"

He nodded, smiling hesitantly. "It was too short, mom. I want to do this again!"

She laughed happily and hugged him, her soft breasts squashing into his chest. "We will, baby, we will. But I want to taste that sweet ass, first..."

She turned him in mid-air and lowered him gently to the bed, to lie on his belly. "First thing, I'm going to stretch you a bit... Raise that ass for mommy, baby."

As he raised his ass obediently, she lowered her body, knees and mighty arms holding her suspended over him. She rested her enormous pillar on the small of his back, enjoying the feeling, sensing the slight trembling of his lithe body. She bent down, kissing the nape of his neck softly. "Oh, baby, I've been wanting to do this for so long..." She raised her right hand and pushed two fingers into his mouth. He reacted immediately, sucking on them lustily, covering them in saliva. She pulled them out, and moved them backwards, to his back opening, pushing the fingers slowly inside. He twitched and his body tensed up, but he didn't try to pull away. "Good boy..." she murmured. She leaned into him, her breasts digging into his back, and bit gently into the nape of his neck, mama-cat style. She purred as her fingers dug into his asshole, wetting the narrow passage. Boy, was it narrow!

She bit harder into his neck, smiling as he groaned in pain, still not saying anything. She spoke through her teeth. "You taste so good, baby..." her fingers slid out of him. "I'm coming in now, sweete, ready or not..." He nodded slightly. Oh, he was ready, alright! She smiled in anticipation as she pulled back and placed the gigantic, dark pink head at his entrance. She nudged him, slightly, and was pleased at the way he held his ground as the meaty battering ram started to work its way in.

She moved slowly, methodically, her giant cock inching its way up her son's ass. It was slow going, his tight tunnel hardly containing her monstrous girth. She should have used lube, but it was her first time with him - taking her son's anal virginity! - and she wanted it all natural, just the two of them, nothing artificial...

Barely 4" in, she forced herself to stop, lowering her body so that her breasts were resting on his upper back, her cock huge and motionless inside him, allowing him to acclimate to her overwhelming presence. She leaned down and spoke quietly.

"I've missed you so much, baby... it was too long."

His voice muffled by the mattress, he answered softly. "I'm sorry, mom. I... I shouldn't have left like that, I..." his voice trailed off.

"You were scared."

"Yes." His head half-turned, his expression filled with pain. "I should have talked to you, you're my mother..."

She shook her head. "No, I should have talked to you before. This was not something you should have learned about from your father."

He smiled. "My very drunk father... yeah, he scared the shit out of me."

She felt a flash of anger. She should have broken more than his jaw, that fucking moron! But she immediately cleared her mind, concentrating on her son, his body sheltered underneath her magnificent body, his asshole hugging her immense womanhood, minute constrictions sending waves of pleasure throughout her body...

"It was always you," he was saying. "Any woman I was ever with, I was thinking about you, mom."

She laughed, feeling as happy as she had felt in over a decade. "Well, now you have the real thing, baby. Hope you survive it..." she bit down on the back of his neck, again, holding him with her teeth, moaning with pleasure as she felt his butt clench. Yes, a little bit of fear made for some very nice reactions!

She could feel her pre-cum oozing quite nicely, lubricating her son's oh-so-tight passageway. She started to move, powering herself up his butt. The going was smoother, now, as the pre-cum was lubricating the narrow tunnel, and she started to pick up the pace, ramming him with short bursts, powered by her huge hips. She released his neck, admiring the reddening teeth mark she left - her mark of ownership! She kissed the spot, softly. "God, you're so... tight, baby... this feels... so good...!"

He grunted. Speaking haltingly, as each powerful burst rocked his body, he said: "You're so... so... BIG, mom... is it almost... all in?"

She laughed out loud, and nuzzled his neck lovingly. "No, sweetie," she finally said. "There's still a ways to go." She nibbled on his earlobe, and looked sideways, to the full-length wall mirror. Her son was an inch taller than her, but he seemed so small underneath her majestic body, her thick, veiny girl cock moving ever deeper inside of him, 10" of meat pillar separating her huge, swinging balls from his ass.

He suddenly shuddered and uttered a stifled cry, and she smiled, knowingly. "Like that, baby?" She retreated a little, and pushed forward, nudging his prostate again. He cried out: "Mom!... I... I can't..." she laughed, happy, and leaned her upper body into him. "My son, the virgin... don't hold back, baby, show mommy what you've got!" Her hand went up under his belly, taking his straining penis in her rough palm, as her cock kept its steady back-and-forth movement, sending him into a frenzy. He burrowed his head into the mattress, groaning, as her hand kept squeezing his cock, her own, titanic phallus continuing its attack on his prostate - and he came, gobs of cum exploding forth from his penis, splashing against his inclined stomach and chest.

The muscle-bound MILF squeezed him to completion, letting go of his spent manhood and hugging his wet torso with her powerful arm, as her own cock renewed its journey up his ass, thudding it's way into his intestines. "That was... very impressive, sweetie... You really... liked this part... didn't you?" He grunted, and spoke through gritted teeth. "Yeah, that was... nice..." His head half-turned, trying to catch her eyes as she kept pounding him. "Mom... are you sure... it's supposed... to go this... deep?" She bent down, planting a sloppy kiss on the side of his mouth. "Oh, baby, you have... no idea... how deep... it's going...!" An evil grin came to her face as she saw the way he grimaced at this. "Here, do you... want to see...?"

Not waiting for an answer, she slid her hands underneath his chest, and gripped him by his armpits. She was balanced on her knees, her thick cock buried deep inside him, only a few inches separating her pendulous ball sack from his abused ass. Her tongue came out, as she concentrated on doing something she had last done years ago, with his dad; using her cock for leverage and her hands to support him, she lifted him up with her as she straightened herself on the bed, using only the power of her mighty abdominals. It was much more complicated with her husband, she recalled; building up this body was the gift that just kept on giving...

Her son cried out in fear as he was raised from the bed, but she hugged him tight in her mammoth arms, and kissed the side of his face, her cock not moving. "Shhh, it's OK, sweetie - mommy wants to show you something..."

He grew quite, enjoying the feel of her meaty womanhood filling his body, and the pressure of her breasts on his back. He leaned back into her, murmuring "OK, mom..." She kissed him again, and then slowly - now gripping his body, to prevent him from sliding backwards - she carefully raised herself from the bed, and stood up.

* * * *

It was uncomfortable, it was weird - maybe even a bit scary - having my mom's massive cock invading my body like that. My girlfriend once tried pushing her finger in my ass while we were having sex; it freaked me out, I couldn't stand it and I told her to take it out after 20 seconds... and now there was this THING - this huge, meaty pipe throbbing inside what felt like my fucking colon, where I could feel each and every vein, my ass clenching like crazy, trying to reject it - and I just loved it... I loved the feel of it, I loved the feel of her hands on my waist, her breasts cushioning my back, the feel of her lips on my ear as she stood up straight, turning slightly.

"Look in the mirror, baby..."

I looked to the side, and the breath caught in my throat.

I'm almost 6' and I take pretty good care of myself, but resting there on my mom's ginormous cock, my legs dangling in the air as my upper body cradled into her titanic body - yeah, I looked like a small child... a small child, resting in the safest, warmest place in the whole world, held firm by his muscle goddess mommy.

Mom's reflection smiled at me, her green, almond-shaped eyes sparkling.

"You look good there, baby."

I smiled back at her. "This feels amazing, mom..." My hand moved backwards, trying to take hold of the meaty shaft impaling me. "I can't believe that it's not even all of it inside! I feel so... so full!"

She laughed, looking so radiant and beautiful my heart ached. Her left hand gripped my waist tighter, as the other moved to the front, taking hold of my own penis, which - despite having shot its load just a few minutes ago - seemed to be very much in play, again.

"Ooh... little Jack seems to be loving it...!"

"Hey, it's not so 'little'! I answered in mock anger, "never had any complaints about it, before!"

I say 'mock anger', but I was really feeling defensive. I've never had any complaints about its size before, and I never really gave much thought to it - it got the job done, that's all that mattered, right? But - seeing my mother's monster cock; hell - being suspended in mid-air, fucking IMPALED on in! - that would make any man feel a little bit... well, inadequate.

Mom laughed again. Man, she sure was laughing a lot, tonight! I don't think I've seen her being this happy since I was a kid. Come to think of it, I never was this happy myself since I was a kid! She leaned in, and I turned my head and met her lips with my own.

After a moment she broke and moved back, smiling.

"I wasn't kidding, before. You're much larger than your dad. It's pretty large, really... well, for a man, anyway."

I started to protest, but she squeezed my balls, lightly, and I squealed and decided not to argue. Didn't have much of a hand to play, anyway. She rested her chin on my shoulder, and nibbled on my ear. "I have an idea how we can make it even larger..."

My first thought was: "Blowjob!" And it made my cock actually jerk in mom's hand. She cooed, and massaged it, softly, her calloused palm excitingly rough against the sensitive skin. "Oooh, little Jack seems to be all for it!" She lowered her voice. "Remember the playground at Raymond park? Remember the slide - how you used to go down screaming, and I'd catch you and raise you over my head? Remember how you loved it?"

I was a bit bewildered at this. "Well, yeah - I was 4 years old... what's the point?"

"The point? Oh, you'll get the point soon enough, baby."

The pressure on my waist was suddenly gone as she removed her hand. I didn't have time to contemplate on the fact that I was being held aloft BY HER FUCKING COCK alone, as gravity started to do its thing, and slowly but surely I started to slide down, back into her, down the veiny monstrosity that was her girl-cock. I let out a cry - fear? Surprise? Joy? - as she spread her arms wide, crying: "Come to mommy, baby!"

My ass met her crotch with a dull thud, her gigantic testicles slapping heavily against my own, much smaller ones. That short trip took the wind out of me - sliding down her pole, as it plowed through my inside - it was like nothing I have ever experienced before, and it was the rush to beat all rushes! But, as I regained my senses, I realized another thing. I looked down, and gasped. I took a look at the mirror, and I had NOT imagined it - there was a very distinct bulge in my stomach, a bulge that looked suspiciously like...

"Your cock, mom! Your cock... it's... it's coming out of my stomach!"

She smiled and half-turned, so that we were now facing the mirror.

"No, sweetie, that wouldn't be much fun, now would it?" She swayed her hips, going back and forth, the gigantic head stretching the skin, it's shape clearly delineated. "Mommy's cock is very big, and it needs lots of room... touch it, baby, feel how big it is..."

I put my hand on it, hesitantly. She covered my hand with hers, and pushed her hips forward. I could feel the giant head moving against my hand, and I laughed out loud.

"Wow, mom... this is amazing!"

"Mmm... no, your butt is amazing, baby. I'm now going to fill it with so much cum..."

I looked up at her. "No, mom, wait...!"

Her reflection looked at me with surprise. "Wait? I thought we were past that..."

I shook my head. "No, it's just..." I hesitated. "Mom, it's our first time, I... I want us to be face to face. I want to look at you when... well..." my voice died away.

She was silent for a moment. And then both her arms were around me, corded triceps bulging as she hugged me till I was gasping for air. She kissed me tenderly on my neck, and the next moment her super-human arms were on my waist, and I found myself being lifted upwards and forward, the giant cock seeming to rush backwards, leaving my innards suddenly feeling very empty.

* * * *

She held her son in front of her, his feet inches above the floor, and looked at him, taking in every detail. He was a handsome young man - perhaps a little too much of his father in that face, but... He was nothing like his father. She thought back 25 years, to that handsome young man who was addicted to her cock, but soon grew to hate himself for it. For many years she was just too amazed to have a man love what had been the curse of her teen years - too amazed to realize that he didn't really love her, too happy to see his transformation... But with Jack, now - she knew he loved her, and the fact that he loved her new body and her giant girl-cock... well, that was just a very big bonus!

"Mom...?"

She looked at her son and smiled, gently putting him down.

"Kiss me, Jack."

He moved in, pushing against her enormous womanhood, putting his hands around her waist and holding on to the silken iron of her buttocks. She held him tight, her rough hands squeezing his soft behinds, as their lips locked in a long, passionate kiss. She moaned as his tongue entered her mouth, exploring it, engaging her own tongue in a hot dance. Her hands grabbed hold of his buttocks, and he shifted his own hands, holding on to her massive neck as his legs went up, around her hips. Her lips still locked together, she moved them back to the bed, and - using one hand to support their weight - gently laid him down on the bed.

She disengaged their lips, and raised herself up, her hands on the bed, and looked down on him, her beautiful face serious, her wide shoulders filling his view, her breasts dangling tantalizingly over his face. He raised his torso up, straining his head forward, and took a dark, hard nipple in his mouth, sucking on it gingerly. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, giving herself in to the sensation. Her cock was resting on his stomach, throbbing gently, a giant python resting before the feast.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him. He let go of her tit and laid back on the back, smiling up at the goddess towering above him. There was no more fear; he knew what was coming - and he was looking forward to it, his body almost trembling with excitement.

"Raise your legs up, baby."

He obediently raised his legs, and she shifted her huge arms to support him, as he laid Jack-knifed underneath her. She moved her hips back, and placed her gigantic cock at his entrance. She looked at him and he smiled. He was ready.He gasped out loud as her cock slid into his well-lubricated hole. Her arms held him in place as she pounded into him, and he felt her huge pipe go through him, filling the void that she left in him just moments before - and then, just as suddenly she was sliding out again...

"No, mom, don't...!"

She smiled, stopping just at the edge of his asshole - and came thundering back, going all the way in, her cock's giant head slamming against his outer stomach, her pelvis slapping against his butt with a dull "Splatt!", shaking his whole body.

She smiled down at him. "I'm not going anywhere, baby..."

He raised his hands as she drove into him, holding her face, looking deep into her eyes. "God, you're so beautiful...!"

Her heart was filled with emotion, but she just smiled, saying nothing. Her mighty hips were driving her into him without stopping, her rhythm now irregular, throwing him off, her eyes locked with his the whole time.

His hands moved down, cupping her breasts, enjoying the softness, moving back up to feel her enormous pecs, tiny veins running over them, and then her football-sized, heavily-striated delts.

"You love your ['splatt!']... mommy's muscles, don't you, baby?"

He moaned in reply, turning his head and kissing the heavily-veined arm propped-up next to it.

"And you love having... mom's COCK ['splatt!'] inside you, so much..."

He looked directly into her eyes.

"I love YOU, mom."

She looked at him, her eyes wide, saying nothing. Then she stooped down, putting her hands underneath his back and picked him up, raising him with her, till she was crouching on her legs and knees. She held him for a moment, her cock moving slowly inside him, her eyes serious. She brought him further up till their faces were inches apart, and spoke softly.

"I love YOU, son."

They kissed, slowly and deeply. Her mammoth arms held him tight against her body, as her cock resumed its pounding, short powerful bursts that rocked his body. As their lips and tongues danced wildly, he could feel the pulsing of her womanhood inside him, and her soft moaning intensified.

"Ba... babe... I'm... I'm cumming..."

He felt the explosion of her semen inside of him, as if a hose was turned on, and he opened his mouth in a silent, rapturous scream, as her lips and tongue mauled his mouth and her girl-cock filled his insides with her baby-batter.

So, THAT was what heaven felt like...

* * * *

Neither of them spoke for a while. Helen was lying on her back, chest still heaving, her cock still looking very formidable at half-mast, laying thick and veiny on her chiseled abs. Her son lay cradled into her side, her mighty arm holding him, as he stroked her mammoth womanhood, gently.

"Wow."

She smiled. "Yup. That about covers it."

He looked up at her. "I thought you'd never stop. It felt like you could go on forever..."

She smirked. "Well, I WAS considering it... but you looked like you were about to explode, and it's fun having you around."

He laughed. "You are NOT kidding..." his fingers traveled south, fondling her huge sack.

"Hey, unless you're ready for a second round, better go easy with the tickling...!"

He considered it. "Well, I'm not saying 'no', mind you..." his fingers kept going, touching lightly the folds of her labia. "Mom, before - when you said I couldn't put my penis in you - why was that?"

She looked down at him, feigning shock. "Jack - I'm your mom! You can't fuck your mother!"

He looked at her, perplexed, and she laughed. "I'm kidding! Well - half-kidding, anyway. It does feel kind of... well, strange?"

His look of perplexity only deepened. "What?! Mom, I think you're fucking strange."

She shrugged, feeling embarrassed - a strange feeling for her. "It's... complicated."

He considered it for a moment. "OK. I can wait. But - is there a chance? I want to be inside you..."

She sighed. "You always were a weird boy... Yes, there IS a chance."

He smiled contentedly. "Good enough."

They lay, quite, for a few more moments. He spoke up.

"About the meetings today..."

"Mmmm...?"

"Well, they offered me a new post, a good one. Lots more responsibility, much bigger salary. We're building a new hotel, in Costa Rica..."

She turned to him. "Costa Rica... They say it's lovely."

He nodded. "Yeah, but I don't want to go. I want to stay here, with you."

"No." She nudged him, roughly. "Come here, sweetie - climb mount Momma. Can't talk to you with your face stuck in my armpit..."

He obliged happily, turning and climbing his mom's breathtaking slopes, lying flush on her, her cock throbbing against his body. He smiled. "Here I am."

"Oh, yes you are!" She cupped his buttocks, feeling his cute little cock stirring against her, her own rod coming back to life at the feel of his soft body. She willed herself to ignore it. Serious mother-son business to attend to, first!

"Jack, you're 25 years-old, you have a very nice, very promising career - you can't just chuck it all away and shack up with your mom."

"But I want to!"

She smiled at his petulant look. "I'm sure you do, sweetie. Costa Rica is not Turkey - you could come visit, and I promise I'll make each visit worth it..." Her cock, now almost at full-size, stirred, moving his 170 pounds with ease. He whooped and pressed against her, loving the feel of her triple-threat - her rock-hard girl-cock and her soft breasts smashing against his body. He leaned in for a kiss, marveling once more at his mom's delicious combination of hardness and softness.

They broke after a moment, and he looked at her, contemplating. "Well, YOU could quit your job - you're not too crazy about it, and I could support us both, easy..."

She laughed. "I'm not crazy about it because it's tough and there're too many assholes around, but it's important and I'm proud of the work I do. No, not gonna quit."

He looked glum, and then his face lit up. "Well, you could come visit! The weather's great, and I'll be living right next to the beach..."

She snorted. "Oh, yeah! And I'll go to the beach, wearing a teeny-tiny bikini, with my shchlong hanging out - I'm sure your co-workers will have some things to say about it..."

His smile went away. He rose on his hand, looking down at her.

"Look at me, mom."

"So, we're in 'Get Shorty', now?" she teased.

"Mom - look at me."

She started to say something, but the look on his face made her stop. She looked up at him, quiet.

He spoke carefully, deliberately. "Mom - you're the most amazing woman in the world; anyone who can't see it is a moron, and I don't give a shit about what he thinks or says. All right?"

She looked at his solemn face, and nodded. "All right."

He nodded back. "OK. We'll talk about it some more tomorrow."

She smiled. "OK. But I don't think..."

He cut her off. "Mom - what we need now is less talking and more fucking. Agreed?"

Oh, yes. Her son sure did grow to love dem mushrooms...