My Mom and I got into a heated argument earlier. It was about a date. With how small I’d gotten she didn’t feel comfortable with all these “Bimbo-ified Ravenous Amazons” on the streets and dating apps whom could so easily take advantage of me.
While she may have had a point, I was tired of being cooped up in the house by my mom, wasting my early 20s shrinking away while jacking off pathetically to the rapidly changing porn scene and any glimpse of a woman I may have caught that day (which if I was being honest, included my own mother who was sprouting incredible curves beneath her conservative clothing).
“Mom! You can’t keep me locked in here!! I need to date! I need to meet women! I need to… ERR… YOU KNOW!” I shouted up at her, almost overcome by emotion, feeling like a whiny little boy again just from the sheer size difference as she towered over me, barely able to see her face past her tits and she held her hands on her wide hips intimidatingly. Her weight shifted and I prematurely winced, half expecting her bullheadedness and typically religious conservative disposition to get the better of her and punish or detain me for disagreeing with her and alluding to such sinful things. Much to my shock, her movement wasn’t to scream at or punish me, rather her face went stone-like and without so much as a word she walked towards and up the stairs behind me. I couldn’t believe it, it was like winning an argument with a wall (a big scary curvy pretty one at that)! My Mom doesn’t give up arguments! And she certainly doesn’t leave them without an overdramatic fit!
As my confusion peaked I’m ashamed to admit, my gaze followed her massive matronly ass swaying as she ascended up the stairs. I couldn’t help the brief intrusive thought of that massive derrière slamming down reverse cowgirl onto my little hips and cock… God I need to get laid! I quickly push the thought away, and tried to refocus on preparing for my date and grabbing all my normal pocket items to head out the door before another confrontation.
As bending over in the entryway to tie my oversized size 5 shoes I hear her footsteps quickly shuffling down the stairs, and determined to ignore her I keep my head down. I can’t help but notice the clicking sound of heels drawing nearer, seemingly for another confrontation. Agitated I keep my head down, frustrated that she felt the need to be even taller compared to me!
Her shadow passes over me as her heels click to a stop, less than a foot from my face. I immediately notice I’ve never seen these before, they felt too… sexy, for my conservative Mom. Fine leather with a very tall, sharp heel like a dominatrix might wear, her perfectly red painted nails and polished feet on full display. I begin to stand up, still not determined to not look her in the face, I start “Mom could you ple…” was all I got out as I got to my full standing height and my mother leaned forward and down, giving my the most eye popping and dangerous view of cleavage I’d ever seen in my life!
She then straightened herself, pulling my gaze back up with her massive tits now hanging above me! And when I say massive I mean holy fuck! I’d had no idea they were this big now!! We she always wearing a sports bra? Was she always wearing FIVE sport bras?! I mean she’d always been big but I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of her cleavage since before this whole pathogen started!
Shockingly my normally talkative, overly-confrontational, hotheaded Mother still hadn’t said a word. To be honest, I think she was soaking up how powerless I looked, enjoying how docile and slack-jawed I’d suddenly become. I tried to readjust my gaze, pulling my head to look at her face to understand what she was doing, but at that moment she began to slowly sway her torso, adding mesmerizing momentum to her mammaries. Any hope of readjust my gaze was lost, her tits had a chokehold on my brain.
“Come on sweetie, you shouldn’t go on a date in your condition, we both know that. Too many big scary mean women to snatch you up! Why don’t you just stay home with Mommy, hmmm? Mommy will take such good good care of you! I prayed on it, and I don’t think God will mind if Mommy needs to do a taboo thing or two if it’s to keep her baby boy happy and safe! Don’t you think sweetie?” She said her voice soft and cooing, but I could still feel her crazy intensity beneath it.
It didn’t matter how I responded, I wasn’t going to have a choice, she was going to have her way with me regardless. Something told me she was going to enjoy it too, ESPECIALLY these taboo activities she was alluding to. Despite all this running through my brain, my body was not as keen to respond, aside from the erection that had painfully sprung up against my ill-fitting children’s section jeans. I stood there slack-jawed with no response.
“Mmm that’s what Mommy thought you’d say! Now let’s get these silly little clothes off you, you’re in for a very BIG, very BUSY night!” She chimed, smiling jubilantly as she scooped me off my feet, expertly and efficiently stripping me in a way that only an experienced mother could. Held naked like a baby to her warm bosomy embrace as she carried me up the stairs, I couldn’t but wonder just how far she’d take this…
… And how both extremely crazy and extremely hot my Mother would get in her deep Oedipal pathogen-supercharged love and protection of me.
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