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It was the beginning of summer. Time for sun and fun was here. Mom and myself had just arrived at
a secluded cabin that my uncle owned by the lake. It was just going to be the two of us for a month.
With as stressful as school was for me and work for her, it was a much needed vacation. The car
pulled to a stop and we got out. I went to the trunk and pulled out the luggage and took it inside.
Mom only took in a couple bags. She was the small type, only 5'2". Long wavy brown hair with deep
brown soulful eyes. She was honestly one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. She just had
one of those perfect faces you simply couldn't take your eyes off. Sometimes I'd catch myself looking
at her just a little too long. She also had a knockout body. She had a tiny waist and probably around
DD cup breasts. She always dressed pretty conservatively though. Baggy shirts and jeans, nothing
ever form fitting.
A couple weeks prior I had gotten some pills that would help me grow. They promised not only to
make me longer and have more girth, but increase my libido. I wasn't small, but I figured a few more
inches wouldn't hurt. They were already starting to work and I saw no reason to stop. I could tell
that I had already grown from 3 inches limp to 4. I looked in the mirror, lifted it up under my palm
and let it drop back down again. I figured I might as well give it a test run. But before I even started
to stimulate it, just looking at it, it was starting to grow. At this point it was sort of a snow ball effect
and kept pulsing and rising. It was definitely bigger than it had ever been. I brought out the tape
measure and sure enough, it was 8 inches. I smiled to myself and gave it a few strokes. I just
remembered that we weren't done unpacking. I wanted to finish myself off but I couldn't leave the
bags out there, a storm was coming. I put it back in my pants pointing up and zipped it back up.
There was a problem. The button was really tight now. I couldn't very well push it down, that would
hurt too much. If I buttoned it now as hard as I was, I might risk losing it right in front of my mother. I
decided to leave it undone, unpack the bags and then finish it later.
I went back downstairs to help. My shirt was a little on the short side. It only went down to just my
waist line on my jeans. Hopefully that would be enough. When I came back down I was a little
shocked though. Mom had already gotten into the spirit of summer and taken off her shirt. She had
on a white tank top and a bikini on underneath. If I didn't know any better I would have said her
breasts were bigger than I remembered. It even looked like they were spilling out of the bottom of
the bikini. She stumbled a little bit and dropped her purse. Out fell a bottle from the same company I
had bought my pills from. Could she have gotten something similar to what I had gotten?
"Wow mom you look great, but somehow different."
"Really?" She stopped slouching for a bit. She was a really shy woman. She was sexy as could be but
always unassuming. No matter what she did or how sexy she did it, she was clearly not aware of
what she could do to men, especially me. She turned around and I got an eyeful. Her waist and hips
were nearly like a Barbie dolls. Her wide curvaceous hips setoff by an unbelievably narrow waist.
Some women wearing a corset would be uncomfortable if they had it tight enough to make them
look like my mother. And her tank top was small enough that it hugged her body skin-tight. The
ribbing around her breasts was stretched wide. For once in her life she had stuck her chest out. They
were at least an E cup. My eyes drank in the beautiful sight of her cleavage. I could feel it pulsing in
my pants and I knew I couldn't stay like this much longer. I could feel the zipper starting to strain. "I
thought getting some new tops would be in order. We are going to be out here for awhile." She
laughed playfully, making her chest jiggle a bit. I could feel the zipper fall down a notch. I rushed
inside as quick as I could. I dropped the luggage and ran straight to my room.
Day 3
The only way I could maintain myself was through meditation. My mom's breasts were clearly
growing as well. All of her tops were exceedingly tight. In only a few days, even my limp length grew
considerably. I was now at a solid 6 inches limp. I didn't want to tempt fate and get myself erect like
the other day. I was curious as to how much it would grow when erect, but the risk just wasn't worth
it. I couldn't possibly risk being erect in front of my mom now. If I did there was no telling what
would happen. As big as I was there would surely be no concealing the fact that I was hard. I made
sure to bring some boxers and boxer briefs. I figured today would be a good day for boxer briefs
considering how pent up I was. As long as I stayed calm, I'd have no problem. I put on my briefs and
looked in the mirror. The humongous tube that was my cock was clearly outlined even sucked tight
against the head. Even though I knew I shouldn't I decided to test my self control. I looked at it and
let it grow a little. It engorged a bit. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. In a matter of seconds it
was back to normal again. I looked at it and let it grow, this time to about half length. I closed my
eyes, and again I was back to normal swiftly. I cupped my hand over it and let it grow to full length. I
knew I was asking for trouble but I decided to do it anyways. It came well out of the bottom of my
shorts. The skin tight and veins protruding, pulsing like it couldn't breathe. I got the tape measure
and it was 10 inches. I was trying to get it to go back down but it was much more difficult this time.
Now I was turned on and in heat. It took about a full minute for it to even start to go back down. But
once it did I came back in control quickly.
I put on some jeans and went downstairs. When I saw mom I couldn't believe my eyes. She was
wearing just some shorts and a vest. Her breasts were clearly larger than a few days ago. She had
been wearing baggy clothing ever since. This was the first thing she wore that had shown any of her
breasts. It had 6 buttons. There was a little cleavage showing at the top but not much. What made
my jaw drop was that nearly more than half of her side breast was showing. I could immediately feel
my heart start to race. When our eyes met she just smiled and came over to hug me. I wanted to let
it grow but I knew I couldn't let that happen. I closed my eyes, breathed deep and embraced her.
Her chest was pushing into mine. This was unbearable. She relaxed her hug a little bit and looked up
at me sheepishly. In the process of hugging me, one of her buttons had popped off. She was still
quite decent but that was not what I needed at the time.
She walked back over to the table where she had several of her outfits and was making adjustments
to them. "I found a way to finally get myself a raise at work. I saw an ad for some pills that enhance
breast size. What I didn't know was how big they would make me. I'm already several sizes bigger. ",
she said.
"I thought you looked a little different."
She laughed and replied "Oh thank you baby. It's good to know that they're noticeable. But before I
start making adjustments to my clothes, I need to take a few measurements. Could you help me?"
"Sure, what do you need me to do?"
"I need you to help me measure them first so I know how big I am. But before we do that I need to
take this top off." She undid one of her buttons and kept talking. My breathing was increasing and so
was my nervousness. Another button came undone, and another. She just kept talking nonchalantly
like she was completely oblivious to what she was doing. I was now visibly hard in my pants. The
shaft was a good 8 inches and tingling with excitement. I saw her eyes glance down at my crotch and
knew she had to have seen it. I figured I had better say something before she did.
"Mom, I'm so sorry." I looked down. I heard a giggle so I looked up.
"About what honey?" I gulped and couldn't speak. "What's the matter?" She looked down at my
erection again. I was continuing to grow because she was looking at it. I was beating inside my jeans
and was completely cornered. I had been caught red handed with an erection in front of my mom
when I clearly had a reason to be hard. I decided it would be best to just confess to what I had done
to myself. The pills and everything. I started to speak but she cut me off. "That?" She closed her eyes
and laughed again. "Oh baby don't worry about that. I know boys get erections when they're not
turned on all the time. In fact I'd be worried that something was wrong if you didn't get them from
time to time." I was shocked. I couldn't believe it. She really didn't have any clue that what she was
wearing was making me grow.
"I thought you might think...."
"Think what?" She undid the second to last button. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was
growing more nervous by the second.
"That...uhhh". I couldn't help it. We were looking eye to eye. I looked to the side and around a bit,
thinking of how I was going to get out of this, but couldn't think of anything. My eyes wandered to
her chest and went back to her eyes. She blinked and smiled.
"Oh THAT!" she laughed. She threw her head back and playfully placed her hand on my chest, letting
it fall to my stomach. I tensed up and clenched my abdomen. She cupped my side a little and surely
could feel the ripples of my obliques. "No of course not. That's ridiculous. I know you wouldn't get
hard because of me. I'm your mother. Honestly, why would you get hard because of me?". As soon
as she finished that sentence she undid the last button. "Look I know you're hard but just because
I'm in the same room with you doesn't mean it's because of me. I know I've grown a lot in the past
few days, but that has nothing to do with you getting hard right now." She looked down at what was
growing inside my pants and raised an eyebrow. She turned around and took off the vest, placing
her left arm over herself and covered everything that needed to be covered. "Can you hand me that
tape measure?" My hand shaking, I handed it to her. She wrapped it around her and gave the ends
to me behind her back. I put them together and measured. She placed it on her breasts and I
measured again. She scribbled on some paper to do some math for a second. "Wow I'm already a
Double F cup already!". She put the vest on again and only did the bottom two buttons. It was now
open to well below the bottom of her breasts. I was seriously afraid she would pop out. She was
jumping up and down in excitement. Her breasts were quite round and not at all saggy. They hung a
little, just the right amount, but stuck out amazingly far on her small frame. Amazingly, despite that
she was bouncing all over the place, she still wasn't coming out of her vest.
"Mom ummm, You ....might wanna...be careful jumping around like that."
"Why?"
"Well you didn't quite finish ..." I continued my point by pointing to the only two buttons done on
her vest.
"Are you afraid I might come out of my top?" I nodded, completely red in the face. "Oh don't worry
about that. I couldn't come out of this if I tried." She put her hands down at the bottom of her vest
and shook them back and forth. "See?" She was right. Despite the fact she was shaking them back
and forth, she didn't come out. I mentioned that that was a little different than when she wasn't
holding it in place. She let go and shook back and forth again. Not even holding back. Mom was still
not falling out. Granted there was a lot, A LOT, showing, Ashley was still not indecent in any way.
During this whole time she was completely oblivious. Her breasts may as well have been as sexual as
her forearm, which is to say "not at all". Oddly the fact that a woman who was this well endowed
and doing what she was doing would normally be perceived as coming on to someone. But anyone
trying to convince her that she was doing anything that could turn her son on would be met with
utter disbelief. They may as well have tried to convince her that the sky was falling.
Day 6
Things were getting worse by the day. Mom's breasts were showing no sign of stopping their
growth, neither was I for that matter. I couldn't stop taking the pills. If I was going to do this, I had to
do it until I was at the full length it would make me. The directions said that I would naturally stop
growing when my body couldn't make it any bigger. Additionally, if I stopped, then started again, I
wouldn't see any more growth. Even worse, if I ever stopped taking them for more than a week, my
libido could go away completely. Although things currently were nearly out of hand, I wasn't
prepared to lose my drive for the rest of my life. I couldn't have known things would get this out of
hand. It wasn't my fault. I knew I had to tell her what I had done. And I needed to tell her sooner
than later. I was walking around with erections far more than when I wasn't. Even worse, I had a
habit of growing right when she would come into the room. A person would think that would be an
obvious sign after awhile that she was the one turning me on, and she was. Yet she still honestly had
no clue that she was the reason her son was growing. Her outfits were becoming gradually more
risqué but only because of how much she was growing. It seemed at the rate she was growing she
would inevitably start showing more than would be considered decent.
Despite what was going on, I still managed to hold fast to my dedication. I still hadn't released since
we came to the cabin. How could I? If I did that, given the circumstances, it would mean I was weak.
It would be giving in to what I knew was wrong. However turned I got, I knew I couldn't lose myself. I
had to stay centered, focused. Meditating daily was the only thing keeping me sane. Granted, not
letting go was also contributing to my arousal, but I had to overcome that. It was a huge obstacle,
but one that I knew I could overcome.
I gathered myself and did my morning control exercise. I scooped it up underneath, my hand
supporting it in the middle. The head dangled down and almost touched my thigh. I opened my eyes
and gazed at it, my hand relaxed and open, letting go of any resistance that would hold it down. It
started to fill just like a fire hose. Every pulse would make it raise. It would fall a little but the next
throb would bring it higher. It was a pure pleasure to see what I had done to myself with these pills.
A part of me was shocked that I would do this to my body. How could I take what was perfectly
normal and make it something this oversized? But then as I watched that part of me grow, and felt
how electric it was, I couldn't deny it. I felt better than I had ever felt in my life. Not just physically,
but it was a huge ego boost. I could walk down the street knowing that I had something special. The
website said that it would only allow a person's full potential to be realized. Nothing more, nothing
less. They also had a section of the site where customers could take pictures and prove how big they
had gotten. There were pictures of some very large guys. There were pictures of 9" up to 12" when
fully hard. I had them all beat. It felt like a small victory. Scratch that, it was a "huge" victory. I could
already tell I was bigger than yesterday. I grabbed the ruler knowing it wouldn't be long enough. I
placed it along the length. I gripped the cool metal against the underside of my length. No, it was
definitely time to break out the tape measure. I d****d it along the length. I was a solid 12 inches
hard. I wanted to give it a squeeze, to stroke it, do –something-, but I didn't. I had to be strong. I had
to be the good son I knew I should be. I put on my boxer briefs and looked at myself in the mirror. I
pulled them out a little at the leg, to let it fall. The very tip was peaking out. If I went out in my briefs
I would have to be very careful indeed. I pushed it back up so it was completely inside. I let go and
let myself grow. It expanded and bent a little in the cramped briefs. I sorely needed some bigger
underwear. But as far out as we were, that just wasn't feasible. It would have to wait until the
vacation was over. The fabric was straining. It looked like it was on the verge of tearing. Now I was
getting scared. I closed my eyes and made it go back down. It was more important now than ever to
keep control of myself. Getting hard was one thing. Having an erection that I couldn't control around
my mom and hard enough to rip my clothes was another thing entirely. I couldn't risk putting on my
jeans now. They were already too tight. I pulled out my shorts. They were down to just above my
knees. If I kept growing I would start hanging out the bottom of them. But for now they would have
to do until I got new clothes. Or until mom could adjust the ones I had. I put on my button up shirt
and went downstairs.
When I came down I knew she would be bigger. I was hoping today some sort of balance would be
reached. If she stopped growing, that would be a big step in helping me control myself. But the fact
that she kept getting bigger was breaking my will every time. Today was no different. She had on a
demi cup bra that perfectly cupped her breasts. Even though she looked like she was about to spill
out, she still wasn't showing anything that would get a warning for public indecency. I decided better
tell her while I still had the mental capacity.
"Mom, it's no secret that I've been getting hard around you a lot these past few days. I have an
explanation. I swear." She smiled and her eyes lit up.
"What is it baby? You can tell me anything. You know that right?" Her completely innocent way of
saying that, contrasted with how much she was showing was blowing my mind.
"Yes, of course. The thing is, I've been taking these pills that have been making me grow. They don't
just make um....-it- (I pointed down to my groin)... bigger, but makes it harder a lot more frequent.
That's why it's been so hard for me to keep it down."
"See.", she said, "I knew you weren't getting hard because of me. I knew there had to be an
explanation. You aren't trying to keep it down are you?" She had a look of concern on her face.
"Yes, I am."
"Honey you can't do that! You'll end up damaging yourself. If it starts growing you need to let that
happen." Even as she was saying that I could feel my heart start to beat faster. The vein in my neck
was beating as my temperature rose. Control was fading fast. "Whenever you feel that coming over
you, just let it go ok? It's just your body awakening." She walked closer to me and put her hand on
my chest. "I'll help you get through this no matter what. I'll do whatever I can." I nodded. "But if
you're trying to keep it under control, I will do my best to help take your mind off of it ok?" Again I
nodded. She smiled making it all seem better. I relaxed a little. "But first we need to take my
measurements again. I just can't seem to stop growing." She placed her hands over the top of her
breasts and let them fall over them until they stopped at her stomach. She pulled the straps down
and let them fall. Instead of having me do it, she did it. Unsurprisingly, she had grown again. She was
now a FF cup. Just hearing her say that made it lurch a little. No longer was it completely soft. She
pulled her bra back up. I could see on the table she was working on a piece of crochet. It had a very
intricate design. "What do you think?" She held it up. I couldn't quite tell what it was because it had
too many holes in it. "It's the kind of top I'm going to have to wear when I outgrow my bras." My lips
parted. The crochet was very open. It had what appeared to be circles that would cover her nipples.
But only time would tell if it actually would cover them. She held it up over her chest, "Isn't it
pretty?" I nodded as I stared at her chest. My imagination was running wild. It was starting to rise.
I told her that it had quite a few openings in it and asked her what she would wear under it."No, no
silly. It's an eastern European style top. I'm not supposed to wear anything underneath it. That
would completely ruin the whole look of it." It was happening again. She had no idea I was getting
hard."Baby is your temperature rising? It's realizing what it's supposed to do. Just relax." She walked
behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. My defenses were obliterated. A few more minutes
and she stopped. She wrapped her arms around my stomach from behind and gave me a peck on
the neck. "Feel better?" Her chest pressing into me was driving me crazy. I ran out of the room and
into the bathroom. I splashed cold water over my face. She stood outside the bathroom door and
leaned in. "Are you ok baby?" I shook my head no. "A little warm?" I nodded. "In heat?" I shook my
head emphatically. She went to my room. I had to take this chance to pull it up above my waist band
and into my shirt. I went into the kitchen and got a glass of water. She came back into the kitchen
and straddled my lap. She had two of the pills that I was taking to make me grow. She must have
grabbed my medication and thought they were aspirin. I had just taken one the previous day and
taking two would have unforeseeable consequences. She held the pills up to my lips. "It's just
aspirin, it'll make you feel better." I turned my head but she kept them on my lips. She pressed her
chest into me and I couldn't take it anymore. I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest. My shaft
was beating inside my shirt. It was between her breasts and nearly about to touch them. I couldn't
let that happen. She left me no choice. I took the pills and swallowed them without any water. I had
to or she would have pressed into me further. And the last thing I needed was her breasts on my
shaft. She looked down at her chest and lifted them up a little, adjusting her bra so she wouldn't fall
out. "As fast as I'm growing, I have to be careful. This morning I woke up, put on one of my bras and
an hour later I could see my areola's peaking out just a little. I know I'm growing really fast, but I'll do
my absolute best to stay contained around you." She put her hand behind my head and pulled me
into her. My head was resting just below her neck. "Mommy will make it all feel better baby. Don't
you worry about a thing." That was the problem, she was making it feel better.
Day 7
I woke up knowing that I would have the biggest growth yet. I was almost afraid to look at myself. I
lifted the sheets and not surprisingly, I had grown at least another 3 inches. I got out the tape
measure and it was 10 inches limp. I couldn't believe I had let things get this out of hand. But there
was no turning back now. I put on my shorts and looked in the mirror. The head was exactly even
with the hem of my shorts. Clearly I had to do something. I reached in and pulled it up above the
waistband so it was in an upside down U shape above it. I was so pent up that even grabbing it to
adjust it would risk me getting hard. I felt like I was handling an unstable piece of dynamite. I tied the
shorts tight so it wouldn't fall down. I had no idea if this was going to work or not. I walked
downstairs and for once she had on a shirt that completely covered her. Thank god for once. The
problem this time was that what was sticking above my waistband was pretty obvious under my
tank top. I didn't even want to think about how I would look if I got hard. The head would probably
be up almost to my chest.
"I've got great news!" I looked at her a little confused. "I'm finally so big I can't fit into any of my old
bras anymore!". For whatever reason she thought that was good news, it was horrible news for me.
She held up one of her bras over her breasts and cupped them. "This is about where my nipples
would be." She pointed to a spot just a little above the top of her bra. "I'm officially a Double H
cup!", she said with glee, bouncing on her heels a bit. "I've got all kinds of outfits I need to try on to
see how they fit on me. I might get a little bit bigger yet but I think I'm done growing now. We'll just
have to see." She held up her crochet top. She added a V neck to it that plunged deep and wide. No.
She put that down and held up a bikini top. It looked like it would have been small on a 13 year old.
Absolutely not. "I will have to try this one on at some point. But for now we can do something else."
It was only a few inches wide and even a girl with D cup breasts would have thought twice about
wearing it. She held up a half cup bra. It was made for an EE cup size, but it was only to push breasts
up, not conceal them. No, not that either. She held up a d**** neck halter top. It was the last thing
she had out and the best thing she could wear for my given condition. She disappeared into her
room and came back out with it on. She looked in the mirror, sucking in her stomach and sticking her
chest out. "This is just too big." It wasn't too big at all. It plunged quite low. Even a decent amount of
side breast was showing. Mom had no clue. I assured her that it wasn't too big at all. "Don't be silly. I
can't even fall out of it." She grabbed the scissors and started cutting the opening wider in the
middle and taking some off on the outside too. More than half of her side breast was showing. "Do
you think I'd be able to fall out now?" I didn't think she would, as long as she didn't do anything
drastic. She shook them back and forth a little. Still nothing came out. She looked disappointed and
shook them harder.
I could feel my shorts tightening. I looked down and I could see that I was filling up. It wouldn't be
long now. It wouldn't take long before my hose was a pole. I put my hand over it hoping to help keep
it contained. There was really no stopping it now. I could feel it growing in my hand. I looked back up
and she was in the process of cutting her top even narrower. "That should be at least a little closer
to me being able to fall out. I'm still not sure." I couldn't believe what she had just said. Why did she
want to "fall out"? I was too afraid to ask. That would surely be obvious if I asked her that that I
wanted to see more of her. "You know, right?" I looked a little puzzled. She was a bit amused at my
reaction. "I just mean showing enough that might get a few looks in public." I gulped. I knew exactly
what she meant now. "Don't worry, I won't fall out around you. I can't even imagine that happening
at all. But if I do, it probably won't be on purpose." WHAT?! She caught herself and realized what she
said. ""Oh.What do I mean probably? Haha. I meant to say it wouldn't be on purpose. Just purely
accidental. And what can you do to stop accidents from happening? That's all they are. Accidents."
We were looking each other straight in the eyes. I wanted to look down so bad. I couldn't help it. I
glanced down for just a second and met her eyes again. She smiled at me. "It doesn't look like I'm
going to fall out now does it?" I shook my head no. "Oh good. Then I can cut it even smaller!" God
what was she trying to do? She kept saying she wasn't trying to, but if she continued doing this there
wouldn't be much left of what was already a very sexy top to begin with. And on Double H cup
breasts? Good god this was torture. I knew I shouldn't be doing this to myself. I just needed to get
away for a bit. I started walking back to my room. "Where are you going?" She had a sad look on her
face. I immediately felt pangs of guilt for leaving her. Did she think I thought she wasn't attractive? I
knew she had a very delicate ego. She was very self conscious which was clearly why she was
growing her breasts this massive. If the size her breasts now were any indication of how fragile
inside she was, she had to be on the verge of a breakdown. I couldn't do that to her. Even if it meant
I had to suffer having an erection. She started perking back up as I walked back to her. She continued
cutting her top down.
"Yes! I finally got it to where I want it!" She was facing away from me and gave them a jiggle. She
popped right out and put it back in. Please, please don't turn around now like that I hoped. She
turned around and beamed at me. With her hands holding it in place, she started jumping up and
down. The top was only 6 inches wide over her nipples. "I'm going to have to hem up the edges
which will make it a little bit smaller, but in this case I'd much rather it be too small than too big." My
head was about to pop out the top of my waist band, I could feel it. I quickly turned and looked
down. It popped out and lifted my shirt up with it, I was completely sticking out in the open. For the
moment she was looking away. I had to be at least 14 rock hard inches. "What are you doing?" Uh
oh. Not good. Not good at all. I scrambled to try to hide the tape. She was getting closer. How would
I put it under my shirt without making it look like I was trying to take off my shirt? I was thinking and
thinking. She grabbed my arm and started pulling me around. I had to do something, anything. She
spun me around before I could cover it. I pulled my shirt up and over it. She was able to see it all
sticking straight up, if not for a split second. And there I was holding my shirt over my aching hard
cock that needed release in front of my mother who looked like a light breeze would push her top to
the side. I wasn't touching myself, but I was still throbbing beneath, pushing my shirt up with every
pulse.
She was talking but I honestly couldn't hear what she was saying. Her breasts were drowning out
every sound she was making. I kept sneaking peeks down at her chest. And every time I would look
back up she would just continue talking. My glances got longer and longer. I occasionally nodded my
head to let her think I was still with her in the conversation, even though I was having a really hard
time just breathing. Her top was jiggling back and forth because of her talking and hand motions. I
wanted to see her pop out. I honestly did, but I knew it was wrong. Every jiggle was another chance
that I would get to see what I most wanted to see, just a hint of her.
All the while my obviously hard cock was stretching my thin white tank top tight. I could not believe
that this was happening. Here I was with an immensely painful throbbing cock in front of my mom
and she had no clue that I was turned on by her. It wasn't just an act of hers either. She wasn't just
pretending to not know, she really didn't know. Otherwise she would have covered herself up long
ago given how shy of a person she was. Every time I throbbed it was a bit of pleasure and pain at the
same time. I really was that hard. Even though it hurt, the pleasure was worth it.
What was that? I thought I saw something. It wasn't her areola, but it was just the raised bumpy part
just outside of it. Holy... crap... if her top moved even another millimeter, she would be showing. Not
much at all, but still it would undeniably be showing too much. Her nipples were quite hard beneath.
Yes, those bumps were definitely where her skin met her areola. Luckily she leaned a little to the left
in one of her gestures and it covered back up. I asked her if she thought she might be able to use
some pasties to cover herself up. "Why would I do that when I went to all this trouble to make a top
I could so easily fall out of?". I wanted, I needed, I lusted after. And she wasn't doing anything to
make that go away. I couldn't leave. I couldn't make it go down.
She turned around to get look at something on the table. Without looking I pulled my shirt down just
a little bit more to make sure my shaft was covered between my shirt and shorts. Holy shit. I ended
up making entire head stick out the top. In my absentmindedness I failed to notice that I had
stretched my tank top and pulled it down too far. I let go of it and still, it stuck out. I pulled it up but
it was too late. It was too far stretched out. How long had I been like this I wondered. "You've been
like that for a while sweetie. At least half an hour." I apologized profusely and told her I had no idea.
"I know you didn't know sweetie, it's ok. It's not the first time I've seen you. I did bathe you when
you were younger you know. Haha. You were just a little smaller then is the only difference. Oh and
not hard and throbbing either! I guess that's three differences?", she laughed. She said it so casually.
It may as well have been some other non sexual body part of me. Even so, I felt it would be best if I
played everything as modest as I could.
"I was going to save it as a surprise but it looks like you could use it right now." She walked back into
the sewing room and I could hear her looking around. Now would be a good time to try and gather
myself while I could. After a couple minutes it subsided and I was myself again. God what was going
through my head? This was my own mother. She went into her bedroom and started changing.
"Your present I got for you is in the other room. I just made it this morning.", she hollered from her
room.
I went into the room and saw a regular pair of boxers. In the front it had a humongous pouch in the
front that looked like it would accommodate my package. I took off my pants and let my flaccidness
dangle between my legs. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to fit it all in there but I needed to try. She went
to all the effort of making this for me. I could at least try it on for her. I pulled the shorts up and
stuffed myself in them. There were five buttons on them, more than enough to keep me showing
through the slits, as long as I stayed calm.
I went back out into the living room. Hopefully she would be wearing something more modest.
Chapter 2
She was still standing by the kitchen counter when I came back in.
"how do they fit?" she asked me.
"there okay," I said, trying not to get hard by staring at her top.
"Good, then maybe you could return the favor. I noticed we are all out of milk, could you run out
and get some?"
"Sure, I'll go right now," I was relieved that she gave me the opportunity to leave the house; I could
feel another hard on starting. I grabbed my coat and headed for the door. The local grocery wasn't
to far away, and I needed desperately to cool off. After a fifteen minute walk I was at the store, but
when I got to the register I noticed I only had enough money for one gallon of milk. What ever, I
thought. I paid and left.
Half way home I started thinking about my mom's massive breasts again. The way she was so
relaxed, even trying, to show them off. Suddenly I felt a hard on starting. I tried really hard to stop it,
but it just kept going. The pouch sown into my shorts quickly filled and It became painful to walk.
Five minutes from home I couldn't take it anymore.
I walked over to some bushes by the side of the road and pulled down my shorts, then my special
boxers. Out sprang my twenty inch cock, veins pulsing with a purple red head. I sat down and started
slowly stroking it. I couldn't stop thinking about my mom, her massive mammaries. It was weird,
partly because she's my mom, partly because I had never jacked off with my cock so close to my face
(it had never been this long before). My cock was over flowing with precum and I had to take off all
my clothes just to keep them clean.
Since my parents had never gotten me circumcised, and with the precum and all, my cock was
making this really slick slapping sound. I was using both my hands and really going for it. Just the
thought of my moms tits getting even LARGER. I felt my oversized balls beginning to tighten, and just
before I blew my load I had my most brilliant thought ever.
It came to my simply because the bottle of the pills I was using said it increase sperm load size. I
wanted to see how big my load was, so I stopped my pumping and grabbed the milk carton. I
emptied it out on the ground, then positioned my self over it and started to pump me pulsing cock
again. After a minute I felt my balls tighten gain just before I blew I put my head in the top of the
carton.
If the ground hadn't held the carton it would have been blown away. The first thick white creamy
rope (and I mean rope, it was like, at least half a centimeter in diameter) of cum spewed out of my
cock into the carton and splashed across the bottom, nearly knocking it over. It was followed by
another, and another and another as I kept pumping, until the ropes turned into streams and then
stopped.
I was so dizzy that I fell back as my cock became flaccid. After five minutes of rest I looked at the
carton. It was nearly full to the top! I put the cap back on and then removed the sticker on the side. I
smiled as the dirty thoughts I had just used came to mind. I quickly cleaned up as best I could and
ran home.
When I got there my mom was still in the kitchen, making more tops. She was still wearing the one
she had on when I left. I sat down at the table and put the milk carton on it.
"Hey, I got this new brand of milk for you mom. It's supposed to help women who's breasts are
growing larger," I said. As she turned around I tried my hardest to keep a straight face.
"Really, of honey that's so sweat! Here, let me try it," she came over and picked up the carton, not
even questioning what I told her. For a second I was worried that she might recognize that it was
cum, but I didn't think my mom was the kind to give guys head. She poured a glass full, but before
she had some she said,
"Its warm!"
Quickly I thought up a reply, "Oh, well you see I got there just as they had refilled the fridges, so it
wasn't that cold to start out, then with the long walk home in this weather..."
"Oh, that makes sense, okay," and with that she sipped my cum.
"Hmmm... tastes a bit salty, but I kind of like it. Thanks honey," she beamed. I couldn't help it, I was
so hard when she said those words. The pouch was full again and I hurt to keep my cock in it.
Once my mom finished the glass of cum she smiled at me, then noticed the expression on my face,
"whats wrong honey?"
"Sorry, its not you, its just well..." I pointed down at my pants. She came over and hugged me, not
helping by shoving her breasts in my face, her areolas showing over the top, "Oh my poor baby.
Listen, if it helps at all, Ill let you walk around without any pants on. Would that help?"
I jumped, "But mom, you will see me and..."
"No buts, its nothing I haven't seen before and I won't have my son in pain on my behalf!" She
stepped away and looked at me expectantly.
Slowly I got up off the stool and slid down my pants and boxers at the same time. Out sprang my
monster, and quickly watched her eyes dart to it then back to me.
"See? Now doesn't that feel better?"
"Yes mom," I said with a smile.
"Good, now I'm going to go take some more pills for my breasts and maybe another glass of the milk
you gave me." She walked out of the kitchen and went upstairs. The rest of the day was exciting, but
my previous jack off shesh helped a lot. That evening it began to storm, badly. I went to bed after
taking more of my growth pills.
It was 3 in the morning when I heard a voice over the thunder.
"Honey?" my mom was standing in my door way, shivering.
"What is it?" I asked, still groggy.
"The roof is leaking over my bed, I just woke up freezing and soaked!" She walked into my room. In
the dim light I could make out that she was wearing one of her bras that she made. I couldn't tell
what color it was, but it was a reverse shelf bra. Instead of holding the breasts up and exposing the
top of the breasts and nipples like a shelf bra, it came down from the top and stopped just after
where I thought her nipples were, leaving the bottoms of her breasts fully exposed. Other than that
she had on a standard pair of panties, which I guess she hadn't had time to make like her tops.
"Could I sleep in your bed for the rest of the night?" she asked.
I groaned, "Sure, I'll go find a sleeping bag and sleep on the floor..."
"Oh no honey, my chest my be bigger but I don't take up that much space! Just let me slide in next to
you." And with that she walked over and pulled up the blankets. I didn't even get a chance to tell her
that I was naked. I slide down as far as I could; knowing the massive hard on sleeping next to my
mom was going to give me. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about it and go back to sleep...
It must have still been night when I woke up again, because it was still dark. I could tell something
was wrong, because my dick felt funny. I opened my eyes and that's when I saw the hottest sight
ever!
My dick had become rock hard in the night and I must have rolled over after I had positioned myself
facing away from my mom, because there was my raging pulsing cock, slightly wedged up in
between my moms breasts. They were still wet from the rain and my cock felt so good and warm
and wet in between them. Normally (whats normal about this?) I would have just pulled down and
turned away, but in my half sleeping stupor I went with my other head.
I slowly started humping back and forth in my bed. My moms breasts, although wet, didn't give way
much. They were so firm! None the less it felt great and I kept doing it, until I felt my precum start
flowing again. That was when I almost stopped. She was still sleeping, all I had to do was pull away
and she would never know.
Like hell I thought and with that kept going. With the precum I was now gliding nicely between her
breasts, and with the downward support of her reverse shelf top my cock was being firmly pumped
by her breasts.
I was in heaven, and as I pumped my cock into her breasts my head popped out from in between
them. I pulled down enough so that it was still in between, I didn't want to wake her. As I did so her
nipples slipped out from the bra, which I had pushed up with my dick. I could see them in the dark,
and they were pointy and hard. Was it that cold, or was she turned on in her sleep? Either way the
sight was too much for me and I blasted thick ropes of cum into her breasts. It took all my strength
not to make any sounds as I came. I watched as my cum over flowed from in between her giant
breasts and seeped down the side and over the nipple to puddle on her side.
She began to stir, and I realized there was not way to explain this, so I did the only thing I could do
with so little time. I closed my eyes and did my very best to pretend to be asleep.
"Oh my! Honey?" I heard her say. I kept my eyes closed and breathed slowly and rhythmically.
"Honey?" she said again. "I guess he must have done it in his sleep. Poor thing." I heard her say, then
she got up and went to the bathroom.
I awoke the next morning after passing out from the last nights experiences. I looked over and saw
that my mom had already left the room. Where she had slept the night before there was only a
damp spot, she must have cleaned up the mess.
I HAD GOTTEN AWAY with it. I was so happy that I quickly dressed, not putting on pants and went
down stairs for breakfast. What awaited me in the kitchen nearly knocked my out.
There was my mother, wearing only some jeans and no top! When she heard me coming down the
stairs she turn around and smiled.
"I figure its only fair for you to be so comfortable if I get to be to. The truth is the reason I wanted to
slip out of those tops was to relieve some of the pressure," she said without blushing or being
awkward.
My cock quickly began to fill so I made a quick move to the stool and tried to act nonchalant, "Its
okay mom, your beautiful anyway, so I don't mind," I grinned as I thought of the night before. Now
seeing them in full light, they were gorgeous. The nipples were an inch in radius with the tips one
centimeter out. They were a nice pink red color.
"oh thank you honey. You really think so?" I could see her nipples hardening, was she turned on?
"Of course, why would I lie?" I said. She walked around the table to give me a hug. When she got to
the stool she saw my massive boner that I had hidden under the table. She stared at it for what
seemed like a minute then continued toward me and hugged me. My erect penis went up between
us and I wished I had worn no shirt, but that would have been too obvious.
"If only all men were like you," she said, "in more ways than one," did I catch a hint of sarcasm in her
voice. Did she just make a comment about my penis? I took my opportunity.
"Oww, mom, your putting to much pressure on my penis," I said.
She quickly backed up, but still had her hands on my shoulders, "oh sorry baby, I didn't know." She
giggled, "tell me, do you masturbate to relieve the pressure?"
"Eww, mommmmmm!"
"Just be honest son, do you," her eyes didn't flinch from my cock.
"Well, no," I lied, "ever since I started the pills I stopped. It doesn't feel the same I guess." I tried to
act c***dish and young.
It worked, "Ohh, that must be so hard for you. Do you want mommy to help you?" She said in an
even voice. I looked into her eyes as she kept hers on my pulsing monster, which was pointing
angrily at her tits.
"What do you mean?" I said, keeping up the act.
"Well I know that it's the pills and hormones of a strong young man that is doing this to you and I
just want to help. I know its not me that makes you, ummm... like this and I could help."
"Like this," and with that she reached back with her hands and grabbed my cock and started
pumping. Her hand felt so soft.
"Does that feel better honey," she said, still mesmerized by my penis.
"Oh yeah, that feels great," was all I could say. She moved one had to my balls and started fondling
them. With her other hand she made smooth pumping motions up and down my penis. It was all I
could do to not cum right there, I groaned loudly.
"What a big boy you are!" She said in a loving voice. I looked down to see precum leaking steadily
down my shaft, lubricating her hands. Now she was pumping even faster, getting some of my
precum on her breasts. I continued to groan, until I heard my mom make a faint moan of her own.
She was getting turned on. The room filled with wet slapping sounds as she pumped me furiously.
We went like this for nearly 15 minutes, until I was getting close to cumming, but I wanted to see
what was going to happen next. My mom was using her back to pump my cock, so her tits were
juggling up and down with each stroke. I couldn't take it, I grunted and then released.
The first rope of cum came out as my mom was pumping up, so it went straight into the air and hit
the ceiling, then splashed down on me and my mom, the next rope came out on the down, so it hit
my mom directly in the face. She didn't stop pumping as seven more ropes of cum came out hitting
everything from the table to her tits. I watched it all, and when it was over I felt amazing.
My mom, who's face, breasts, and hair was covered in a thick layer of cum, said, "Honey, could you
get me a paper towel?" I quickly got up and got her the roll. She was helpless since she couldn't open
her eyes.
"Here," I said as I put the roll in her hand. After she wiped most of my cum off her face she looked
around, then smiled at me.
"Well, how do you feel?"
"Relieved," was all I said as I grinned.
"Good, I'm going to go clean up, why don't you do the same?' We both went to our separate
bathrooms and showered. When I came out of the bathroom and went to my room for some clean
clothes I realized that today was laundry day and I had no more shirts, but after everything I didn't
care and just went on naked. When I came back downstairs she had cleaned up all of the cum except
what was left on the ceiling and was at the sink trying to washed the cum off her jeans, she had put
on a new pair.
"How does my big man feel?" my mom said as I came up behind her and hugged her.
"Amazing, thanks for the help" I said.
"Nonsense, what are mothers for? If you ever feel the pressure is to much, just come to me and I'll
relieve it, okay?" she said as she turned around and kissed me on the forehead.
"okay," I said as I stared at he nipples.
"Going around nude now are we?" she smirked as she backed up from the kiss.
"Well today's laundry day and that was my last shirt. But yes, besides, its more comfortable."
"Good, I'm glad you feel comfortable around me." She smiled, and turned around to continue
washing. I got an idea, and went over to the drawer with the measuring tape.
"Hold still mom, I want to check something," and with that I slid the tape under her arms and around
her breasts. She didn't protest as I checked the numbers.
"Wow, almost two inches more! You really are growing."
"oh that's great, I'm so glad." She said without turning.
The rest of the day was pretty boring. I kept low to the ground, yet tried not to seem awkward. My
mom had prepared her bed so it would dry quickly and much to my disappointment she slept in her
own room that night. Restless that night, I went online and searched for the brand of pills my mom
was taking. Sure enough, they were of the same brand as mine. I read the effects and they were this,
breast enlargement, nipple enlargement, firmer breasts, and firmer nipples. On the warning page it
said, "Warning, side effects if taken on plan 2 include increased fertility, greater breast sensitivity,
increase libido, and in rare cases, breast lactation." I had no idea what plan 2 was, so I went to the
instructions and check. It turned out that all their products had 2 ways to be used. Plan one was one
pill a day, what my mom was doing and what I had been doing up until 2 days ago was plan one. Plan
2 was to take two or three pills a day for increased effect, but at the cost of possible side effects. For
me they were increased fertility, increased sperm load size, and more powerful ejaculations; besides
the intended increased libido, size and stiffness. I got all kinds of ideas that night, and went to sleep
thinking about tomorrow.
When I got up the next morning I had a plan set out in my head. I wasted no time and took two of
the pills, then got myself hard (I had gone to the bathroom so my morning wood was gone). Once I
was fully erect I went down stairs, my cock leading the way. My mother was still asleep so I sprung
into action. I got out the "milk" and pour a nice tall glass. Then I took out three of my mom's pills,
four was the maximum daily dose and I figured she would take one when she woke up, and crushed
them up and but the powder in the milk. I then mixed it well and made eggs and bacon. I made sure
to make the bacon and eggs a little salty, so she would drink all the milk. Then I put it on a tray and
went up to her room.
She was still asleep, so I went to her bedside and say down.
"Mom?" I said a little loudly. She woke up and smiled when she saw the breakfast.
"Oh honey, your so sweet. Thank you!" She took the tray and started eating and complemented the
cooking. I took out her pill bottle from the bed side stand and took a pill out and said,
"Don't forget this," and handed her the pill.
"Thank you," and she took the pill and washed it down with some milk. I
watched her drink a quarter of the glass of "Milk" in one gulp, then left to not seem weird. Half an
hour later she came down with an empty tray.
"I get so hungry these days, it must be my growing breasts," she said. I couldn't help but nod
because she was wearing only a black, lace thong, and nothing else. I figured that it would take a
while for the full effect of the pills to hit her, so I told her I was going out to bike for a while. I left for
nearly six hours, long as I dared without worrying her.
When I got back she was in the living room reading a book. When she saw me she smiled and went
back to her book. I was annoyed until I realized that I was fully clothed and that she had nothing to
look at, so I went upstairs and stripped. Then got myself hard, and told myself, "show time."
I walked into the living room with an anxious face, and my mom dropped on it with one look.
"Do you need my to relieve your penis again?" she said, already closing the book. I walked over and
sat down on the couch next to her, cock straight in the air.
"Yes please mommy," laying on the innocent. I pulled out a measuring tape, "But first, can you
measure me? I figure we could keep track of each others growth."
"Sure baby, here, let me see." She kneeled down in between my legs, just like I planned. Her giant
breasts, nipples now hard and protruding an inch each, lay on my thighs. As she kneeled down, when
her breasts touched my thighs, I caught a quick red flash of her face. Her breasts must be more
sensitive, I thought.
She took the tape and held one end on my balls and the other at the tip, "Wow, my big man is 21
inches!" She put the tape down and began the pumping. My plan was working flawlessly, with each
pump her arms unavoidably grazed her nipples and breasts. With each pass she became more and
more short breathed, becoming very rapidly excited. I, trying my best to seem unaware, began to
slowly hump her hands, and in doing so, added to the friction on her breasts.
This went on for ten minutes, I didn't cum so fast this time because I had prepared myself mentally,
and because the sensitivity of my mom's breasts stopped her from going too fast. Since I was more
calm, precum didn't come out, so I made my move and choose my words carefully.
"Hey mom, maybe if you were to lube my penis, this would go faster," I said.
She looked around, her face red from her excretions as well as her excitement, sweating, and
panting from excitement and continuing to pump, "Okay, honey, I think there is some soap we could
use in the..."
"No," I groaned, "Don't stop, whatever you do, don't stop."
She smiled at the way I needed her so bad, "Okay, how about this," she said as leaned forward to
spit on my cock. As she was so short, she barly got her mouth over my cock head, and as she opened
her mouth to spit I thrust up, and with that she took the head of my penis into her mouth. I could
tell she was surprised, but I closed my eyes and pretended to be unaware of what I did. She, not
wanting to seem like she had made a mistake, started sucking me. It was so warm and inviting, her
tong lapping at the tip. It took all my strength to not cum right there. But I didn't, and it helped that
she stopped pumping her hands and put them on the couch to support her head.
I groaned as she moaned on my dick, and slowly reached out and grabbed her nipples. She didn't
complain, but kept bobbing on my penis. I started pinching them and rubbing them, and massaging
her breasts. She moaned more and more and bobbed her head faster and faster, going farther and
farther down on me. I was getting close to cumming, but I knew that I had to make her cum to, so I
pinched harder on her nipples and as I felt her body shudder I let loose and yelled, "I'm
CUMMINGGGGGGG!!!!"
I thrust up deep into my mom's mouth as rope after rope of cum spewed into my mom's mouth,
forcing her to swallow whether she wanted to or not. After three powerful ropes her head flew back
off my cock and more ropes of cum went up into the air and down onto the couch, me and my
kneeling mother.
After we both caught our breath, me laying back, her, laying her head on my lap, she said, 'So...
much... sperm... Ha ha... I'm so full I couldn't eat a bite."
We both laughed and went to clean up. After that day I hatched a plan to fuck my mother. For three
days I didn't ask her for any more help, even when she offered. I kept on giving her and myself the
maximum dose without telling her, and waited as my balls grew larger and larger with cum. Then, on
the fourth day, I hatched my plan.
My mom was in the kitchen, washing plates, when I came in and asked, "Hey, mom, its so nice out,
why don't we go tan by the lake?"
"Oh, that sounds wonderful, "just let me slip into a swim suit..."
"No mom, in the nude. Besides, no one will see you besides me. No one's around."
She hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "Okay, I'll be out in a sec." I went out and set up the towels
on the lay back chairs we had behind the house. Then I lay down and waited.
Five minute later out came my mom, wearing nothing. This was the first time I saw her pussy, and it
made me hard so fast, but I acted as if nothing was going on.
Once she got settled in the chair I asked, "Hey, want me to put some lotion on your back?"
"Oh your so nice, but I'm fine..."
"No, I want to do you a favor after all the help you have given me," I said as I grabbed a bottle of
tanning lotion and walked over to her. Her eyes followed the swaying for my penis, as if mesmerized.
"okay, honey, if you really want to," she said as she turned over, giving her sensitive nipples a rough
rub on the towel d****d over the chair. I didn't give her a second to reconsider; I put the lotion on
my hands and began rubbing it on her back. I started in the middle, slowly working my way to the
sides, until I was rubbing the sides of her breasts. I kept going back and forth over her back, and as
often as possible, the sides of her breasts. Soon, I slowly heard her moaning very softly, and I shifted
down to her legs. I started at the bottom, but quickly went up to her thighs, until I was centimeters
from her pussy. Then, without asking or waiting, I moved to her ass. She didn't stop or complain, but
kept softly moaning, as if she were sleeping. I switched between her ass and thighs many times, each
time getting closer and closer to her pussy as I passed it, until I was rubbing it on each pass.
Then I said, in the softest voice I could do, "Turn over so I can do your front."
"I don't know honey" she said even as she turned over without opening her eyes, and as she turned I
noticed stains where her nipples had been on the towel. She was lactating. Her face was also red and
she was sweating.
I started on her belly button, working around in circles, slowly getting closer to her pussy and
breasts. Then I slide my hands up the middle of her breasts and around the sides. She moaned a
little loader, but didn't move. I kept circling around the breasts, until I was at the nipples. I noticed
milk, dripping slowly down the sides of each breast.
That's when I decided to strike. Without saying anything, I put on knee in between her knees. She,
u*********sly, let it through. At the same time, I started massaging her nipples, which made her
breath heavily. I kept moving my knee a little this way and that, until there was space enough, then I
put my other knee down.
As I massaged her nipples, I slowly used my legs to pry hers apart, until I had enough space. Then I
very slowly, as slow as I could, lowered my shaft onto her pussy, letting it slowly rest on top of her.
She didn't seem to notice, and I guess if she did then she just thought it was because I had no where
else to put my massive penis.
Slowly, I began to move back and forth. Just a little at first, but going faster and faster, trying to
make sure she didn't catch on. She moaned more, but kept her eyes closed. I kept this up until my
precum had drenched both my penis and her pussy. Then I slowly, holding my breath and praying,
not stopping my groping, slid my penis all the way back until the head was at her vagina's lips.
Quickly, before she could notice, I thrust myself into her. Immediately she gasped and opened her
eyes and looked down.
"What are you doing!?" she gasped, She stared in amazement for three seconds, during which I
pulled out and pumped back in.
"wait, stop, son, we can't do this..." her words trailed off as I continued to thrust. Without saying any
more she grabbed my shoulders and held on. I pumped deeper and deeper into her, until I hit her
womb, which was 8 inches back. Her face was bright red, her oily breasts beading with sweat, going
up and down with my thrusts. I bucked and bucked and she wrapped her legs around me and
screamed, "YES YES YES, FUCK ME HARD, YEAH BABY, FUCK MOMMY."
I was getting closer and closer to cumming, so I leaned forward and kissed passionately on the lips.
She stuck her tongue into my mouth and I came inside of her. She moaned and I groaned and then
she yelled, "OH MY GOD, SON, I FEEL SO GOOD, I'm CUMMING, I'm CUMMING, FILL ME WITH YOUR
SPERM."
I poured out all the saved up sperm from the past three days, slowly backing further and further out
as she filled up, until the head was forced back and her pussy spewed out cum onto the chair. I kept
cumming all over her, until the penis became flaccid. I leaned back and admired my work. My
panting mom, was cover completely in cum. Literally all her entire upper body was covered, and
more was still coming out of her vagina.
Once she regained her breath, she smiled at me, and said, "I'm so happy you did that. I love you so
much." I moved forward and lay on top of her, my cum holding us together and kissed her as deeply
as I could. We lay like that for ten minutes, arms around each others backs, kissing. Then we went
inside and showered together, and lay in bed talking.
"I need to be honest son, that day I gave you those two pills, I knew what they would do. I wanted to
see you grow." I was a little shocked, as I held her near me on the bed.
"I have to be honest to, I've been giving you pills in your milk every morning. That's why your breasts
started lactating and became so sensitive." I was nervous she would be angry.
She snuggled closer to my, her head on my chest, facing my penis. I could feel her looking at it, "I
was wondering about that, and by the way, after the time I... sucked your cock, I knew that the milk
wasn't really milk, but I drank it anyway. The truth is, I love the taste. Something about it just makes
me crave more." The way she said that made my penis become hard.
"Ohhhh... do you like it when mommy talks dirty?" she said, turning her head to face me.
"Yes," I said.
"You're a naughty, dirty boy," she grinned. She reached over to the bed stand, dragging her massive
tits across my chest, and grabbed the measuring tape.
She then went down to my hard penis and measured it, "Ohh my naughty boy is 23 inches. Are they
all for his mommy?"
"Yes," I groaned. Then I pushed her over and went on top of her. I put my massive shaft between her
now double G cub breasts and she sucked the head into her warm wet mouth. She pushed her
breasts together, creating a sweaty, warm, soft vacuum for my cock. I began tity fucking her and face
fucking her, slowly humping her body. I groaned loudly with each thrust and she moaned constantly.
As we went faster her face turned red and she flicked her tongue on my cock. Milk spurted in small,
thin streams out of each nipple, into the air, with eac