MY FUTA MOM CH. 02 By 2222083

Could my mother really be packing that monster between her legs? Did she really shove that whole thing down my throat in one swoop? How was that even possible?

I picked up my phone and started to frantically check my messages as I saw a text pop up along with a picture. It was from Mom.

The message read: "You better get down here quickly sweetie, you wouldn't want mommy to get angry now, would you? I wouldn't want something like this to have to happen again."

'This' referred to the photo below, which was one of my mother, the sweet lady who raised me for 21 long years, holding me up by the hair. It appeared I was unconscious and covered in her cum. A devilish smile had crossed my mother's face, almost like a hunter who had gotten a world record kill. And sitting right next to my face was a monster cock. Standing at what must have been 28 inches, smaller than when they started, but not by much, it was... impressive, to say the least. That answered my questions: the events of the night before definitely weren't a dream.

That was when I became acuity aware of the pain and the new bruises that formed around and on my jaw, just more proof my recollection of the night before was correct.

But there was no time to worry about that. I hurried downstairs, hoping to avoid whatever my mother had in mind for me.

***

The downstairs of my house smells wonderful. The distinct scent of french toast wafted into my nose, and the sound of bacon filled the house almost as if it was cheering for itself. And in front of it all stood my mother, as beautiful as always.

She was clad in a deep red robe that barely covered what it needed. Her breast easily filled the top half, her nipples poking through and the sides of her areolas barely visible from the front. The back was stretched around her supple ass, each cheek seemingly taking up half the space. But that alone wasn't any different from a normal morning; what was different this morning was what was hanging out of the robe. Dangling in a semi-erect state was a python of girl meat sitting at an impressive 18 inches, much less thick though, as now it was only swollen to the size of a soda can.

Directly behind the monster was a set of balls easily the size of softballs, the veins on the taut sack throbbing in an almost rhythmic manner. She must have left the leather strap, which normally kept her extra genitals hidden away, out of her wardrobe this morning.

I tried not to stare for too long and rushed into the kitchen. I sat down at the table with my eyes firmly glued to anything but my mother. The awkwardness started to fill the room extremely fast, my mind screamed at me to say something, but luckily my mother beat me to the first words.

"Good morning, Mikey. How did you sleep? And are you hungry, baby boy?" my mother cooed to me in a sweet yet teasing tone, which oddly started to relax my tense body.

With the offer of food on the table, my stomach let out a loud gargle, and my mouth, in response, let out a soft, "Yes, mama."

Within the next few minutes, everything was done cooking and set on the side of the counter. Mom took a seat at the other end of the table and gazed at me with a fire in her eyes.

"Alright, Michael, let me explain to you how your life is going to work now," she exclaimed.

part of your job from now on will be pleasing my urges, and to do that properly you need all the correct tools. I love your tight little throat Mikey, but that by itself just isn't going to please me anymore."

With a flick of the wrist, my mother had opened the box, and inside was something familiar. It was a dildo, but this one somehow looked... familiar.

"Isn't it beautiful, Mikey? I had that cast right when I got out of college. It's the only one like it. It is a perfect recreation of my member at peak performance, all 32 inches of it."

What was that gonna be used for, I had to wonder. Then she spoke again.

"But as of right now, Mike, you can't handle me at my peak yet, so we'll have to settle for something else."

With another quick flick of the wrist, I was presented with another much shorter but still as thick dildo.

"This is a six-inch replica of my member. While it is a lot shorter, it's equally as thick. You'll be stretching yourself out with this today Michael. Do you understand me?"

I didn't, I hadn't the foggiest what she was on about, but I was gonna have to lie.

"Yes, mama. I understand."

Now I was at my feet, shorts around my ankles and my mother's hand firmly placed upon my ass. Luckily, years of squats allowed my ass to redefine "buns of steel" so all her taps on my ass were just that, taps. Although, what frightened me is that I could hear her behind me sucking on the dildo, lubing it up to make sure it slid in my hole.

"Hehe. You aren't much to look at Mike, but this beautiful ass here, oh it's perfect. Makes me wonder why I didn't try something sooner," her tone was equal to that of a kid in a candy story.

"You don't need that much, boy, do you? I saw you the other night with your own fingers up this beautifully sculpted ass. So, I'll just get to it before breakfast gets any colder."

Without any fanfare, without any ceremony, and without any mercy, that thing was lodged within me.

While she was right, it wasn't anywhere near her full length; the thickness was a killer. Just the mere insertion of it stiffened my cock up to the iron and made my legs fall out from under me, landing my sore ass right back on the chair and making sure this thing wasn't coming out anytime soon.

"Is it comfy, Mikey?" my mother's sweet tone flooding my ears, almost making me cum without a single lick of stimulation to my cock.

All I could muster up was a moan, but it wasn't manly, oh no. This was a loud, almost pornographic, girly moan. Must've made mommy happy though, her face was brighter than ever.

She stood up from the table and went to go make us both plates of what would be my last home-cooked meal in a while. I couldn't help but notice something, though.

That the low gurgling noise had come back from the previous night, and all of a sudden, I noticed what was making it, my mother's balls. They were beginning to swell along with her cock, which she had started stroking with a free hand when she got up. What she had just done to me must have made her riled up.

Once the noise had stopped, her cock was at what had to be 22 inches hard, and her balls the size of large shot puts. I was taken aback, but for a reason that shocked even me.

I could've sworn erect it was much larger than that. My mother must have been able to tell what I was thinking cause her out-of-the-blue statement left me dumbfounded.

"Let me give you a piece of information, Mikey." My mother said coyly. "I have full control over this impressive piece of meat you see before you. I control the size of both it and my balls."

"Bullshit, that's beyond any normal capability," I thought as her cock still sat throbbing in front of me.

She was still saying words, but I stopped listening. Full control over both sizes? Such a thing wasn't possible, was it? Then again, until the night before, it was impossible for a woman to have an almost 3-foot cock. At that point, I decided to tune myself back in.

"It can go as small as 8 inches and as large as 32, maybe even more, but for what I have planned for you, this size will do just fine."

The rest of breakfast was eaten in silence, that was except for the moans that occasionally slipped past my throat. My insides squeezing tightly to the cast of her member inside of me, making me weak throughout my body. Due to this, I was eating much slower, and by the time I had finished my plate, 45 minutes had gone by.

Mom had gotten up all ready to get dressed about 10 minutes prior, and by the time she came back down, she was ready for work. She stood in front of me in a black three-piece suit with her hair put into a tight bun. Her suit pants were much baggier upfront than in the back. All in all, it was her normal attire for a serious day of work. But now I understood why she had her pants specially tailored: it was so she didn't cause a mass surge of wives to leave their husbands for her large lady cock.

"Today, I'll be back by 5:00."

I turned to grab my own plate when my mother grabbed my hand.

"Where do you think you're going, Michael? This morning I told you to make dinner for me, not for you. If you wanted to eat real food, you would've made me a better dinner. Regardless, I have something special for you, now get under the table."

Her demanding tone affected my body like always as I ducked under the table facing her legs.

"What now, mama?" my voice producing the words in a sheepish tone.

"Now, baby boy, you're gonna drain my balls of my thick cum, or you'll be going to bed hungry, so get to sucking. Oh, and don't worry about passing out, I'm gonna save some room inside of you for your punishment."

With that, I could hear my mom pick up a spoon and begin eating the dinner I made for her, and I began eating mine.

I reached my hands out and began the labor of taking my mother's thick slab of meat out of her pants, no easy feat. I unbuckled her belt and pulled them down, exposing her thick thighs and what was strapped to the right one.

Even with the loads, she shot earlier today, her cock and balls were as virile as ever. I unstrapped it from her thigh and heard a loud thunk as it slipped out of my hand, hitting the wooden chair my mother was resting on.

I started stroking her cock, using both my hands to go along the whole length. As I picked up speed and my mother's cock began to swell. From 14 inches to a still impressive 20, while not as big as this morning or last night, it was still as intense as ever. Her balls had gone from that of a smaller apple to the size of softballs, and just like that, she was hard.

I was confused at the size; why wouldn't she want it to be bigger? But then I realized she has something planned for me later tonight. This must be her way of making sure I don't choke and pass out again.

"Now, you little slut, I made sure to stretch out your throat nice and good yesterday, so I expect you to take my much smaller cock all the way to the base. If you don't, I'll just have to force you down."

The previous cruelness of her words had dissipated and that beautiful tone had returned, even though her words didn't match the tone.

"This dinner is terrible, by the way. The chicken is cold in the center. But, I'm gonna need the energy for your punishment, so I'll choke it down. Speaking of choke, get to it, boy."

With her cock millimeters from my face, I could smell her womanhood, the sweet and sweaty smell of a long day's work covering every inch of it. It wasn't a foul smell; it was more of a musk than anything. There was something about it, it infected my mind and assaulted all my senses.

I couldn't put it off any longer, the monster in front of me had started leaking a clear and thick pre-cum that was coating the floor, and if I didn't want to clean up any more of a mess I was gonna have to get this meat in my mouth.

With a big gasp of air, I started inching it into my throat, slowly to make sure I don't gag too loud and interrupt mom's dinner. By the time I got 10 inches down my throat, I realized that it was indeed much easier to take her thick cock now. That didn't stop me from gagging though, it was still incredibly thick, and the pulsing of the veins are like iron in my throat. All of this equated to my cock being hard as steel again. My asshole gripping the dildo inside of me, almost as if it was milking the rubber member. Shit, I need something to do with my hands so that I don't touch myself.

Almost like a second instinct, I pushed my head down further, getting 5 more inches down my mouth, allowing me finally to be able to reach my mother's fat balls.

Each one was more than enough to fill my hand; the heat radiating off of them was impressive, and the pure weight of them was like nothing I'd ever felt. I cupped them in my hands and did the best I could to give them a massage. From the loud moans coming from my mother, I must have been doing well. The throbbing coming from each one felt like heaven; I could feel my dinner churning around in them. It was time to get it out.

20 minutes of cock sucking had passed, and I got 18 out of 22 inches down my throat, impressive, but not enough.

With one swift movement, though, I felt a familiar warmth on the back of my head, my mother's hands.

I was once again turned from her son into her onahole.

Her freak strength pushed me all the way down onto her cock, my face buried deep in her pubes and her cock gagging my throat. Her balls rested on my chin as I could feel them churn the impossibly thick cum within.

"Oh, Mikey! You sound so lewd!" my mother exclaimed in excitement while picking up my head from the base of her cock.

"And you're still so tight! It seems your slut throat is more resilient than I expected. How wonderful, just like your father was!"

I couldn't see her face from under the table, but I knew that she had a wide smirk, and her cheeks were beginning to blush.

She was steadily going faster and faster, and her worry about my well-being was disappearing as her lust began to take over her brain.

Her moans were more guttural than this morning, her grip iron tight as all that was on her mind was cumming down her son's throat. At this point, I was starving, I hadn't eaten since noon, and the sweet memory of the taste of her potent cum was filling my brain. Using all the strength I had, I sucked on her womanhood harder than ever, and using my hands, I milked her balls like one would a cow. From those two motions alone, along with the grinding of my mother's hips into my face, I could tell she was ready to burst.

With the same jet force as this morning, the cum came rushing out like a waterfall, unlike the night before however, she was fully down my throat. The only sound my ears heard was the screams of my mother as she took utter pleasure feeding her son.

The amount she came was much smaller than this morning, but more than any man could cum within a month. It was thick, and the feeling of it sloshing in my stomach made me moan in pleasure, definitely a filling meal.

With a sigh of relief, she unsheathed her cock from my throat and pushed me out of the way, her hands firmly grasping it as it still dripped a steady stream of cum. She wasn't close to being satisfied, her balls still throbbing and her member still hard.

"You know Mikey, even though dinner was terrible for me, it was nice to be able to feed you like that. Felt good to let loose on my little boy." My mother declared in such a way that cut the silence.

"It... was a great dinner Mama." I sheepishly responded, hoping to say all the right things.

"Thank you, Mikey. It was a wonderful treat to get to feed you, and if you're ever up for seconds," she smirked and started to caress her fat balls underwater, "I'm always open for business."

The thought of trying to pack more of her cum into me now was simultaneously sickening, and intriguing. The stuff tastes so good, but I was more than full, any more could mean a nasty mess. I caressed my stomach slowly noticing that, little by little, it was starting to shrink.

"Your tummy is nice and big Mike, but don't worry, my cum will digest a lot faster than any normal food. When 9 o'clock rolls around, I have a feeling you'll be begging for more. I made sure to let out just enough to satisfy you till then."

With a cocky grin on her face, I could feel something poke my leg. Beneath the water was a large sea serpent, about 32 inches long and starting to rise to the top of the water.

Within moments my mother's cock had hardened, towering above the both of us and sticking out of the water like a beacon.

"Oh Mikey, what I have planned tonight is gonna be special, I can't wait to show you what mommy has in store." Her face was flushed red as she stroked her cock and continued to tease me.

"I'm gonna show you how to please a woman like me, in the most effective way possible."

She continued to stroke her cock, with every second her veins throbbed in unison, and her balls began to swell and produce that low gurgling sound. Even under the water, the sound invaded my ears.

"I can't wait to train you and turn you into my perfect little meat-hole. Wouldn't you like that Mikey? Don't you wanna be momma's little slut, forever?"

The last word rang in my ear like a church bell. Forever was a long time.

'How long was my mother planning on using me to release her urges?'

What was left of my rational mind had to bring some form of objection to the table, right?

"Mom. I don't know if that's such a good idea. What if I wanna pursue a career, or maybe even marry?" I said in a soft, but stronger voice.

The question seemed not to phase her, her hands not leaving her cock for a second. Her mouth didn't have an answer either. It was busy howling in pleasure, seemingly forgetting I was in the tub with her. With every passing second, I could feel my cock hardening itself, trying to match what she was doing, but my hands dare not move to touch it. I was given an order not to cum, and I was not gonna let my mother down again.

All of a sudden my mother got to her feet and pointed her cock directly at me, her balls rising to meet the base of her member, and her eyes fixed dead on me.

"Say cheese you little slut." She moaned opening the floodgates.

The hot ropes of cum came shooting onto me, one blast after another; a relentless wave of hot, virile essence showering me, almost overtaking the water in the tub.

As the veins in her dick throbbed, my mother's hands danced along the length of her cock. Her head now fully turned up with her tongue lolling out of her mouth due to the intense pleasure of it all. The pleasure I was giving to her made my own cock throb for release, as long as mommy was happy, so was I.

After a couple of minutes, my mother's lust had finally been quelled. Once again, I was covered in her almost glue-like seed. Wiping the cum from my eyes I could see the walls directly around the tub were covered in cum as well, but the thing standing out the most was my mother, cock still hard. Although her animal-like state had passed, her eyes had only one remaining emotion, rage.

"Michael Patrick Miller. Let me lay down the law you must have forgotten, I own this house. I own everything in it, from the furniture you sit on, to the food you eat, and even you, Michael. So, if you think for one moment, I'm gonna let you leave me, and deprive me of the cumslut son I spent years raising, you are sorely mistaken. If you even think of bringing a girlfriend over here Michael, I'll show her the error of her ways, and after I break her, you'll be mine once again. Do I make myself clear?"

Her voice boomed on the tile, the harshness of her words bringing tears to my eyes. Her tone made my rational mind cower in fear. That mixed with the now overwhelming stench of the bathroom, made my answer perfectly clear.

"Yes, Mommy. You make yourself clear... I'm sorry."

The answer seemed to satisfy her enough to bring her rage back down to a controllable amount.

"Good answer Michael. Now, clean yourself and this mess up. It should be easier with your stomach shrinking so rapidly. Also, don't be late to my room Michael, or else."

With that warning my mother wrapped herself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me in a daze, this time though, not due to the cum.

And just like that my mouth was locked with hers. Our tongues danced a samba of passion and love as we stopped for only moments to catch our breaths. She had me in her grasp, and I was just along for the ride.

We sat there for a couple more minutes, indulging in the taste of each other's saliva. Although it was supposed to be a punishment, this was the best thing to happen all day.

When she finally pulled her face back mom was still panting drool dripping off her lips down her chin, I couldn't let that escape. With one quick movement, I stole the precious liquid from her mouth and indulged in the pure bliss of it.

"Alright Michael, bend over for me, it's time to get you ready. Let me see how you did with my mini cock up your ass all day."

All of a sudden, I was laid over the edge of the bed, the frilly skirt previously covering my behind lifted exposing me to the outside world.

"Oh sweetheart, it's still in! What a good boy! This is gonna make your punishment a lot easier, although you won't be needing it anymore."

With a chortle, she reached her hand out and gave my ass a hard smack, leaving a nice red mark on my sculpted butt. When she was done playing with my cheeks, she reached her hand and grabbed the end of the dildo.

"Alright, breathe out in 3. 2. NOW!" in a swift movement my mother pulled the dildo out leaving me empty and gaping.

Thankfully whatever lube she had used before still coated the cock and the inside of my bussy. So the pain was minimal, the pleasure though, was ecstatic.

"How adorable Michael! Your slutty hole wants to be filled! Look at it twitch when I spank your precious ass. Hehe, you're gonna be filled little hole, that and more. First though, lube."

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out a large purple bottle labeled "SLICK: 48 HOUR LUBRICANT," and began lubing up her erect cock.

Like always it was thicker than imaginable, the balls below were hanging there waiting to empty another fat load into me. What was strange was the length.

"Okay Michael, right now I am at 13 inches, just a little bigger than the dildo you've had in you all day, but I have a feeling you're gonna manage just fine."

I tried to protest her, but the situation didn't allow it. I was decorated to her preference, I was put in the position she wanted, and as of right now, I am all hers.

"Oh, but remember, only good boys get a soft start, and from what I remember this is a punishment, so let's dive into it."

Like being stabbed in the gut I felt 8 inches plunge right into me. I howled in a mix of pain and pleasure, the thick monster buried almost to the hilt in my ass was throbbing, and each throb felt like iron.

I wasn't the only one shouting though, the animalistic howl my mother let out was almost as loud as mine.

"Fuck Michael, you're still so tight, how am I going to get all this meat into that stupid girly hole of yours? Oh wait, I know!"

And just like that My mother picked me up by the shoulders and we stood free of the comfy bed, and her plan was starting to work.

Slowly, centimeter by centimeter I could feel her cock getting buried deeper into my ass hole. A bulge formed under my dress, with 11 inches in I felt nice and full.

"Aww, is that all you've got baby boy? I know, I'll give you a little, PUSH!"

All of a sudden, the last two inches of her girl meat were deep in me, still bulging, but not quite like how my throat bulged at dinner.

Taking her hands and putting them on the top of my skull, she used her arms to put my feet behind my head.

With animalistic groans, she thrust her hips into my asshole. She was ruthless, every second she thrust deep into me, pulling her cock almost all the way out. I could feel her head almost escape each time, before she would thrust back inside to fill me up. I wasn't about to complain, I couldn't, my brain couldn't form the thought to speak.

Passionate moans filled the air, the pain and pleasure created an experience unlike anything else, causing me to cum harder than anything I'd ever done before. A watery load shot onto the sheet of the bed and my mother noticed.

"Good baby! Let out all your cum and your moans. You saved all day, and you'll be holding back for a while, so go ahead, cum for mommy my little slut!"

With a push from deep inside she forced a load out, then another, and then even more. I came repeatedly, each release feeling better than the previous until my balls were empty. Then all of the sudden all I could do was dry cum because, unlike my mother, I didn't have an endless supply of thick cum.

The cock in my ass was driving me crazy, but my mother was going crazier. Her moans were interspersed with babbling, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. It didn't seem like she wanted to stop, and she wasn't about to, even though what came next was going to fill me good.

With one thrust that put my ass to the hips of my mother, she emptied her thick load into me.

A seemingly endless stream began filling my insides as she screamed in pleasure and continued to moan louder and louder as I convulsed on her thick cock. Her cum flowed quickly into me as she filled my abdomen.

With each shot, I felt my stomach distending a little more. 7-8 shots of thick, virile, girl sperm later and my stomach looked as if I was 5 months pregnant with twins, the skin stretched out and my cock shaking below it, still dry orgasming.

When she had her fill, my mother dumped me off her cock and onto the bed. Without anything plugging me up my now looser asshole spurted cum in thick globs.

Amid my still orgasming brain and my emptying of my mom's recent deposit, I somehow managed to crane my neck up and see where she had gone.

To my surprise, she had wandered off into her en suite bathroom to get some water. Her cock still stood straight up, and with every gulp of water, it seemed her balls filled up at an almost absurd rate.

Soon, after just one large cup of water, my mother was back to normal, almost as if she didn't let out gallons of cum into my poor asshole seconds ago, most of which now lay on her bedroom floor.

"That was some good punishment huh baby? Did you get enough my slutty boy?"

With a pant and a sigh, I mustered up one, "Yes. Mama."

"Aww good! Too bad I haven't yet! I'm thinking I'll go two or three more times, maybe empty myself onto you or even into you again. Does that sound nice Michael?"

I started to protest but a finger covered my mouth, "Of course that sounds wonderful Michael! I thought of the idea, and my boy toy is gonna relieve me, and there are no if's, and's, or but's, except for the one I want to have my way with."

More of this? More of my mother's relentless pounding? Will I survive?

Just the mere thought of it made me weak, and like a princess in a fairytale, I began to lose consciousness.

"Hehe, don't worry baby! Mother is gonna make sure she uses her onahole to the best of his capabilities. So go ahead and sleep, you can clean whatever mess I leave in the morning."

With one final glance around I noticed my mother had walked around and came up behind me.

She gave my ass one spank, and I was out.