Author's note: this story contains hyper size, growth, futanari, domination.
This story was a request from katana69996!
When my adoptive father died, my adoptive mom fell into depression. Like full on, never leaving her room, sobs all through the night, barely eating, the whole nine yards. They had been highschool sweethearts apparently, and had never spent more than a few days apart since then. It broke her, in more ways than one; she never dated anyone else. My dad passed when I was eight or nine, and to this day, she's never gone on a date, not even once.
Who am I? My name is Nora
,
and I am a twenty nine year old woman. I'm...well theres no way to say this humbly; I'm fucking gorgeous. I get stares constantly; every single guy who sees me wants me, and every woman wants to
be
me. Hell, most women want me too.
I'm five foot seven, blonde, with a super model's body. No joke; that's actually my job, I model lingerie. A very specific lingerie; Futa lingerie. See, on top of my incredible looks, I'm also a futanari. Have been for as long as I can remember, and I'm uniquely qualified to model the various lingeries, because of my size. Shall I break it down for you?
Like I said, I'm five seven, I have straight blonde hair that flows down my back, my tits, a wonderful D cup, are suspended perfectly on my chest; they have
no
sag at all. My waist is tiny; 26 inches. My hips are wide, my ass round and full, bigger than average. My legs are long -- very long -- giving me a slender and lithe frame. My face could've been sculpted, or painted by an artist. I almost never have to wear make up, even in my photo shoots, since my lips are naturally red, my lashes are long, my cheek bones are high and well defined, and my skin everywhere is completely blemish free. Like I said, I am
fucking gorgeous
.
And my dick? Soft, I'm a bit of a shower at seventeen inches long, and about as thick as a popcan. Hard, I'm a bit of a grower, with my full length being thirty two inches, and being thicker than a two litre pop bottle. My balls are also over sized, at the size of tennis balls. When I get hard, my balls grow too, which is unique even amongst us hyper sized futas. They grow to the size of basketballs; literally, I've done size comparisons for various shoots. And it's not just size; my testes hold about ten litres of my sperm, on average. The most I've ever measured was when I came seventeen litres, but I hadn't had any release for a few days at that point.
Now now, enough about me, back to my mother. Margaret, or Mary as she preferred, is somewhere in her late forties, maybe early fifties? I've never really cared about age, only that she is a total
MILF
. She's shorter than me, her face coming up to my big titties, and she has an incredible bottom half. The type of waist and ass that when you look at it, you just know she'd be perfect for baring children. Her legs are long, nowhere near as long as mine, but still better than average. She has a pair of barely C cups, and her face isn't as beautiful as mine. That being said, she's still the best looking woman I've seen, other than myself of course. Her hair is luxurious and long, even longer than mine. An incredible shade of crimson, the kind you swear is dyed, but is actually all natural.
I've spent many a night jacking my rod to pictures of her and fantasies of her tight puss on my throbbing shaft. It would be on the anniversary of my father's passing -- oh yeah, I never said, he died from a car crash. He died instantly -- when I'd find out just how tight that wet puss actually was!
See, for the last two years now, I've been pounding my mother's every hole. Whenever I want, however hard I want, however long I want. She belongs to me and she loves it. And I love her, especially when I'm balls deep in her!
It all started when we began our usual ritual. Every year on the anniversary, we watch his favourtie film, Justice League: the Flashpoint Paradox -- he was a major nerd -- and we eat his favourite meals; waffles for breakfast, grilled cheese for lunch, and beef stroganoff for dinner. We also listen to his favourite songs, and walk in his favourite parks. We make a day of it, and even when I moved out after high school, we still met up each year for this.
Two years ago, I arrived at mom's house a little early, and let myself in.
"Mom! I'm here! Are the waffles ready?!" I yelled as I stripped my coat and heels off. I always wear heels; it attracts people to me even more.
"I'm still getting dressed, sweetie! I'll be down in a few minutes!" I had to concentrate to not picture her in her underwear. I walked to the kitchen to begin making the waffles, and mom strode down almost a half hour later. My father loved her in this one dress, so she always wore it on his death day.
It's not hard to see why he liked it; it was tight, red, and had a very nice plunge that showed off a huge amount of boobage that made it seem like they were bigger than they were. It also had a long slit that showed off her nice legs and playful ass. I suppressed a whistle and focused on anything other than my totally sexy mother. I could feel my cock twitching, and I had the intense desire to jerk off all over the kitchen.
"Oh thank you, hunny, I woke up a little late today." I murmured a nod, and took extra special care to not notice her breasts swelling with each breath. We made enough waffles for three -- for dad -- and ate wordlessly. We got ready and headed out into the brisk autumn air, my mother walking in front of me for most of it.
Her ass, swaying in that tight-ass dress, teased me the entire time. I wanted
so badly
to just whip my cock out and pound that ass so hard she couldn't walk. It was all I could focus on, I missed most of what she was saying, only mumbling and murmuring nothings when she looked back. Gawd, watching those smooth legs moving, pumping that ass with each step...
How the hell I didn't get hard that entire walk, I have no idea. When we got home, I took a shower, claiming that I was sweaty, and I sprinted to the bathroom. Once in, I stripped so fast that I ripped my cocksleeve. Its a lingerie item that blinds my oversized member to my leg, preventing it from just swaying around. I sighed at it, knowing just how expensive it actually was. Oh well, at least I was wearing pants; if I'd been wearing a dress or a skirt, I'd never be able to hide it.
I turned the shower on, and just jumped in without waiting for the water to get to the right temperature. It burned on my skin, but I could barely feel it; free from it's confines my pole had a mind of it's own. It pulsed and grew, faster and faster and I could focus on nothing else. Nothing but my hardening meat stick in my hands, the water lubing it up as I stroked it. Pumping faster and faster, harder and harder.
My dick has a nice curve to it, so it aims a little up when hard, rather than just out from my waist. I'm so fucking big that I can lick and suck myself, and without even thinking about it, that's what I did. My tip was in my mouth before I realized it and I moan on myself, squeezing as I continued to jerk harder and harder. My precum filled my lips and I swallowed it's vast amount, letting some escape down into the shower drain. For some reason, both my clear precum and my thick sperm taste sweet as well as salty, an addictive taste that has my various conquests begging for more. I fucked a famous chef once, and he told me that I tasted better than anything he could ever cook. He even asked me for some of my fluids to put in his food.
I ended up in the shower for almost an hour, time flowing outside of my perception, the only thing I knew was the intense pleasure of my hands and mouth, and my fantasy that it was my mother, on her knees, worshipping my vast inches, over and over. Eventually she knocked on the bathroom door, asking me what was taking so long, and jerking me out of the stupor I was in. Her voice flowed through the door and I swear, it sounded like she was speaking to my hard as steel rod, and it was that last push that sent me over the edge.
"Baby? Are you ok in there?"
"Yeah mom, I'm fiiiiiiiiiii-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" I called back, my powerful orgasm blasting from my swollen tip, thick batter smacking the wall with a loud squelch. My first shot took almost thirty seconds, and was so goddamn thick you'd have to chew it. I continued to pump my shaft silently, letting volley after volley explode all over the shower stall.
"Uh...ok? I'll be downstairs?" She yelled back, tension and confusion in her husky voice. I didn't even bother answering, my humungous balls pumping more and more spunk through my incredible rod. The veins that crossed my behemoth throbbed beneath my hands, sending even more pleasure through me.
It took me almost a full five minutes to stop spewing, and another ten to get back to a semi soft state. I took the shower nozzle and cleaned my mess, watching my jizz flow down the drain. I dried off, pating my hair and letting it hang over my back, still wet. Finally, I fought with my still partially hard monster and put my clothes back on, a bulge more than a little noticeable in my pants. I sighed and hoped my mother wouldn't notice.
When I got back downstairs, she already had the movie queued up and was waiting on the couch. She gave me a weird look, and I swear she was staring at my dick, but said nothing. I sat next to her and put my head on her shoulder, watching the opening credits, but not really seeing the film. I was still imagining my mother, who was right beside me, reaching over, slipping her nimble fingers into my pants, pulling out my throbbing size, and -- ah!
I blinked and gasped as something warm touched my cock. A hand. My mother's hand. I stared down, amazed and confused and she stared up at me, a small smile on her face.
"Oh baby, its been so long for mommy. Just let me do this ok? Mommy needs it." She spoke quietly, seductively. I nodded, enthralled by her deep blue eyes, and the slow motion of her fingers, slowly stroking, lightly squeezing, while her other hand undid my pants and pulled it out.
"I forgot just how big you are. You must need so much attention?" I nodded, wanting nothing more than to grab her face and shove my cock balls deep into her throat.I held back, but it was hard.
Speaking of hard, my beast slowly rose, my heart pumping insane amounts of blood into it. I'd just cum hard about twenty minutes earlier, but I knew from experience that I was ready to go again almost immediately after. My refractory period is insane. Like my record is something like two dozen times in a day, and I was still able to get hard after, but was too tired to take care of it.
When I finally reached my full, incredible size, she gasped, staring at it like a hungry dog stares at a steak. I chuckled, having seen that look many, many times before.
"Kiss it, mommy." I said, knowing she had no choice. My cock secreted pheremones that made anyone who touched it want nothing more than to keep touching it. Seriously, my dick is the single greatest sexual tool ever.
