Warning: This story contains scenes of excessive cum, some minor unrealistic sexual activities, and a lady with a huge cock. If that isn't your kinda thing, look somewhere else.
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"What could she possibly mean?" I thought as my head still pounded from the night before.
The events of the night prior had all flooded back to me in a tsunami of information, and frankly, I was at a loss.
Could my mother really be packing that monster between her legs? Did she really shove that whole thing down my throat in one swoop? How was that even possible?
I picked up my phone and started to frantically check my messages as I saw a text pop up along with a picture. It was from Mom.
The message read: "You better get down here quickly sweetie, you wouldn't want mommy to get angry now, would you? I wouldn't want something like this to have to happen again."
'This' referred to the photo below, which was one of my mother, the sweet lady who raised me for 21 long years, holding me up by the hair. It appeared I was unconscious and covered in her cum. A devilish smile had crossed my mother's face, almost like a hunter who had gotten a world record kill. And sitting right next to my face was a monster cock. Standing at what must have been 28 inches, smaller than when they started, but not by much, it was... impressive, to say the least. That answered my questions: the events of the night before definitely weren't a dream.
That was when I became acuity aware of the pain and the new bruises that formed around and on my jaw, just more proof my recollection of the night before was correct.
But there was no time to worry about that. I hurried downstairs, hoping to avoid whatever my mother had in mind for me.
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The downstairs of my house smells wonderful. The distinct scent of french toast wafted into my nose, and the sound of bacon filled the house almost as if it was cheering for itself. And in front of it all stood my mother, as beautiful as always.
She was clad in a deep red robe that barely covered what it needed. Her breast easily filled the top half, her nipples poking through and the sides of her areolas barely visible from the front. The back was stretched around her supple ass, each cheek seemingly taking up half the space. But that alone wasn't any different from a normal morning; what was different this morning was what was hanging out of the robe. Dangling in a semi-erect state was a python of girl meat sitting at an impressive 18 inches, much less thick though, as now it was only swollen to the size of a soda can.
Directly behind the monster was a set of balls easily the size of softballs, the veins on the taut sack throbbing in an almost rhythmic manner. She must have left the leather strap, which normally kept her extra genitals hidden away, out of her wardrobe this morning.
I tried not to stare for too long and rushed into the kitchen. I sat down at the table with my eyes firmly glued to anything but my mother. The awkwardness started to fill the room extremely fast, my mind screamed at me to say something, but luckily my mother beat me to the first words.
"Good morning, Mikey. How did you sleep? And are you hungry, baby boy?" my mother cooed to me in a sweet yet teasing tone, which oddly started to relax my tense body.
With the offer of food on the table, my stomach let out a loud gargle, and my mouth, in response, let out a soft, "Yes, mama."
Within the next few minutes, everything was done cooking and set on the side of the counter. Mom took a seat at the other end of the table and gazed at me with a fire in her eyes.
"Alright, Michael, let me explain to you how your life is going to work now," she exclaimed in an almost militaristic way.
"I'm done being your maid. For 21 years of your life, I cooked, I cleaned, and I paid for everything you ever wanted, all in hopes you would grow up to be a good young man. I even took care of you when you were depressed, but it's been a long time since then Michael, and what do you have to show for it? Nothing, that's what. No job. No girlfriend. And no ambition. So here's the deal, Mike..."
I had to try and interrupt, "Mom, what the hell are you trying to say?"
"Shut up, Michael."
She didn't scream, all she did was talk, but part of me knew I had to listen. Her tone demanded I do so. I hung my head down and let her continue.
"This meal I prepared will be the last one I cook. You will be doing everything around the house from now on. Cooking, cleaning, and taking 'care' of me when I get home from work. I expect you to learn how to do all these things and be the best little maid you can be. If you're a good boy, I'll still pay for all the things you want. This will continue until you get a job or move out of my house. Of course, if you end up liking how I'm gonna treat you, it doesn't have to end. But as of right now, you're no longer gonna be some lazy piece of shit. Understand me, Michael?"
I was frozen solid, unable to move. All I could muster was one pitiful "Yes."
"Now then, before we eat, I have one more surprise for you," she began as a devilish smile crawled onto her face.
Out from under the table she pulled a long, thick, and silver box, topped off with a very ornate looking gold bow. It wasn't near my birthday, and it definitely wasn't Christmas, so what is this?
"As mentioned, part of your job from now on will be pleasing my urges, and to do that properly you need all the correct tools. I love your tight little throat Mikey, but that by itself just isn't going to please me anymore."
With a flick of the wrist, my mother had opened the box, and inside was something familiar. It was a dildo, but this one somehow looked... familiar.
"Isn't it beautiful, Mikey? I had that cast right when I got out of college. It's the only one like it. It is a perfect recreation of my member at peak performance, all 32 inches of it."
What was that gonna be used for, I had to wonder. Then she spoke again.
"But as of right now, Mike, you can't handle me at my peak yet, so we'll have to settle for something else."
With another quick flick of the wrist, I was presented with another much shorter but still as thick dildo.
"This is a six-inch replica of my member. While it is a lot shorter, it's equally as thick. You'll be stretching yourself out with this today Michael. Do you understand me?"
I didn't, I hadn't the foggiest what she was on about, but I was gonna have to lie.
"Yes, mama. I understand."
Now I was at my feet, shorts around my ankles and my mother's hand firmly placed upon my ass. Luckily, years of squats allowed my ass to redefine "buns of steel" so all her taps on my ass were just that, taps. Although, what frightened me is that I could hear her behind me sucking on the dildo, lubing it up to make sure it slid in my hole.
"Hehe. You aren't much to look at Mike, but this beautiful ass here, oh it's perfect. Makes me wonder why I didn't try something sooner," her tone was equal to that of a kid in a candy story.
"You don't need that much, boy, do you? I saw you the other night with your own fingers up this beautifully sculpted ass. So, I'll just get to it before breakfast gets any colder."
Without any fanfare, without any ceremony, and without any mercy, that thing was lodged within me.
While she was right, it wasn't anywhere near her full length; the thickness was a killer. Just the mere insertion of it stiffened my cock up to the iron and made my legs fall out from under me, landing my sore ass right back on the chair and making sure this thing wasn't coming out anytime soon.
"Is it comfy, Mikey?" my mother's sweet tone flooding my ears, almost making me cum without a single lick of stimulation to my cock.
All I could muster up was a moan, but it wasn't manly, oh no. This was a loud, almost pornographic, girly moan. Must've made mommy happy though, her face was brighter than ever.
She stood up from the table and went to go make us both plates of what would be my last home-cooked meal in a while. I couldn't help but notice something, though.
That the low gurgling noise had come back from the previous night, and all of a sudden, I noticed what was making it, my mother's balls. They were beginning to swell along with her cock, which she had started stroking with a free hand when she got up. What she had just done to me must have made her riled up.
Once the noise had stopped, her cock was at what had to be 22 inches hard, and her balls the size of large shot puts. I was taken aback, but for a reason that shocked even me.
I could've sworn erect it was much larger than that. My mother must have been able to tell what I was thinking cause her out-of-the-blue statement left me dumbfounded.
"Let me give you a piece of information, Mikey." My mother said coyly. "I have full control over this impressive piece of meat you see before you. I control the size of both it and my balls."
"Bullshit, that's beyond any normal capability," I thought as her cock still sat throbbing in front of me.
She was still saying words, but I stopped listening. Full control over both sizes? Such a thing wasn't possible, was it? Then again, until the night before, it was impossible for a woman to have an almost 3-foot cock. At that point, I decided to tune myself back in.
"It can go as small as 8 inches and as large as 32, maybe even more, but for what I have planned for you, this size will do just fine."
