Anne's hand trembled lightly as it slid downwards across her soft belly, snaking it's way under her sheer black panties. With a soft gasp, she plunged her middle and ring fingers deep into her pussy as she lay on her bed in the dark, trying hard not to squeal too loudly in carnal delight as her fingers curled and squeezed at her insides - prodding desperately for her G-spot. She struggled to remain quiet as she fantasized in the dark; the object of her sordid desires - her 4-inch tall son Luke - was asleep on his pillow on the floor by her bedside. Sticky girl-cum welled from within her, coating her fingers and soaking her panties, while with her other hand she pawed and squeezed at one of her enormous pale breasts as she recalled the tantalising image from earlier in the week...
She remembered teasing and taunting her helpless shrunken son as she sat in the kitchen, coaxing him into admitting his admiration of her soft, round bottom, when her fun was interrupted by a knock at the door. As Margaret bounded off to answer the door, Anne had acted on impulse and shoved her tiny son Luke deep into depths of her steamy, clammy cleavage. Her pussy throbbed as she thought of little Luke pinned helplessly between her soft giant tits, her heady scent and sweat dominating his experience. Her heart had pounded as she struggled to maintain her composure during her conversation with Claire, a nosy neighbour from her street who had dropped in to visit in the hopes of gaining some gossip on the sudden departure of her son.
"Military college you say? I had no idea that Luke was interested in that sort of thing" said Claire, her straw-blonde hair bobbing in time with her emphatic motions.
"Oh yes, it's a quite prestigious one too. Although I'm afraid I can't tell you too much about it. All I can say is Luke has always been interested in serving those he loves." She felt him squirm and wiggle between her tits, and her face flushed as she imagined the torment her big sexy body was subjecting him to. Her pussy hummed at the thought.
"That's just wonderful that you have a future hero in the family Anne, truly it is. You must miss him awfully though, no?"
"Oh I do" replied Anne. "He was always the man around the house for Margaret and I, and it is hard to be without him. But we keep him close in here." She raised a hand to her left breast, pressing her palm into the flesh above her heart and squeezing Luke even tighter between her tits. She imagined him groaning, smothered and helpless in the depths of her breasts. "That's what bad boys get for squirming around when mommy is trying to have a conversation" she thought to herself with glee.
Her favourite part of the experience came once Claire had finally taken the hint and excused herself from their house. Anne had seen her neighbour to the door, and then began to hum a tune as she idly began to tidy various items in the kitchen, Luke still trapped within the confines of her considerable bust.
Margaret, who had been watching the encounter with a wry smile, began to speak.
"So uh Mom... is that where we're keeping him now?" She gestured to Anne's tightly packed sports bra.
Anne looked down at her own impressive tits, her son packed tightly somewhere beneath her cleavage. "Oh, I suppose I should let him out!" She exclaimed with a laugh. She put both hands on the front of her bra and stretched the fabric out and away from her chest, relieving the pressure that compressed them together. As air and light flooded back into the valley between her tits, her tiny son came into view. He was turned upside down, awkwardly trying to right himself by pushing against the flesh of her pale breasts, heaving for air and covered in her sweat. The rigid outline of his tiny cock was visible in his little trousers, and he looked thoroughly embarrassed. The two Riesin women had looked down at the humiliating sight and couldn't contain their booming laughter...
As Anne lay writhing on top of her bed lost in her sexual excitement at the memory of her humiliated shrunken son, Luke awoke with a start. He sat up on his small cushion, and as his eyes adjusted to the low light of his mother's bedroom, a familiar sound became apparent. It was the sound of panting, breathless squeals, and a wet, slick repetitive noise. He knew his mother was masturbating, as she did almost every night when she thought he was sound asleep. These moments often brought out mixed emotions in Luke. When his condition was new, he had tried to shut out the noise and go back to sleep - he always considered his mother beautiful, but had never thought it felt right when he found himself inadvertently lusting after her. However since his recent experiences and discussions with his sister and mother, he had new ideas about the women in his household that wouldn't leave his mind.
Luke quietly scrambled down from his pillow on to the hardwood floor, and tiptoed his way towards the dresser at the end of his mother's bed. As he quietly crept across the flood and rounded the corner of the bed, his beautiful mother came into sight. His heart pounded in his ears as he caught sight of the silhouette of his mother's plump, strong legs as they twisted and kicked while she pleasured herself on her back on the bed. From this angle he could only make out her legs as they hung of the end of her bed, but even the silhouette was exciting. He could see the outline of his mother's full figured bottom half writhing in ecstasy, toes curling as she played with herself quite loudly. There was no mistaking the slick wet noises of his mother working her pussy in the night.
His erection now raging, Luke decided that he needed to get a better look at his wanton mother. He scurried across the floor to the dresser opposite the end of her bed and looked up. From on top he would be above the height of the bed, and would be able to see his mother's masturbation session in full view. The front end of the dresser had sparse handholds to climb with, but he was so horny at this stage he knew he had to risk the climb. There was no turning back.
Using the crack in the carpentry between the drawers and the frame of the dresser, Luke began the climb in the dim light of his mother's bedroom. It was slow, hard and frightening work, and when he was two thirds of the way up the four-foot high dresser, Luke had a moment of doubt and was unsure that he had made the right choice.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Mmm. Oh fuck!" panted his mother lewdly from just a few feet behind him as she furiously worked her pussy in ecstasy. He looked over his shoulder as he clung to the carpentry, and from his new vantage point he could see her sprawled out on the bed. There was more light available coming through the window from this angle, and he could see the soft milky curves of his mother as she twisted and turned and twitched on her bedsheets. One of her hands was grasping one of her enormous motherly tits - the very same pair he had been unceremoniously stuffed between the day prior. His mother's other hand reached down past her navel, where she had pulled her dark pair of panties to the side and was working her fingers furiously back and forth across the slick mound of her drenched pussy. Luke's mouth dropped open in awe at the sight. He had seen his beautiful sister's nakedness in the past few weeks in their torturous games of cat and mouse, and while he regularly admired Anne's shapely form (particularly her soft round ass) as she went about her business in her tight fitting yoga pants or flattering pencil skirts, there was only one other time Luke could remember where he came anywhere close to seeing his mother this naked.
