(This is a continuation of Growing Anticipation, which was written by HugeErectson. I asked to write part 2 since they were taking to long to do it and did not receive any response. As such I decided to write it and post it here, giving credit to HugeErectson. This part is entirely my own work using part one for inspiration. It picks up directly where the first part left off, and makes no sense if you haven't read part 1. It contains incest and unrealistic body part sizes. Please do not comment to say that it is unrealistic- this is a fetish story, its SUPPOSED to be unrealistic).
*All characters are eighteen or over*
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.
