Brian’s Birthday Surprise Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – Brian’s Birthday Surprise Pt. 01 by Tacocarnitas,Tacocarnitas A quick note: My stories aren’t for everyone. If you don’t like very petite women with really huge breasts, mother-son incest (or the use of the word “mommy” in a sexual context), and totally unrealistic scenarios, they might not be for you. If you like those things, great! But I can’t stress this enough: ***These scenarios are not meant to be realistic.*** At all. They exist in a fantasy world. If that, or anything else I’ve mentioned, is not your thing, there’s plenty of other stuff to read on this site. If it is, though, please rate and leave a comment! Thanks. (All characters are over 18 years old.)

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Brian had always known his mother was both extremely petite and exceedingly sexy. Petite, that is, in all places but two: her round, firm butt and her cartoonishly massive tits.

She was in good shape: Years of working out and yoga had given her slightly thick, muscular thighs, which tapered down to tiny, delicate feet, as well as a toned back and arms. (Her hands, however, were just as tiny as her feet.)

Mrs. Pepper almost always wore her long, auburn hair in an adorable ponytail, bangs framing her innocent, delicate face: a cute button nose, large green eyes with prominent lashes, and slightly puffy lips that most of the time seemed to be shaped in a sweet, almost shy smile. Mrs. Pepper was 42 but easily could have passed for 30, her youthfulness accentuated by her tiny frame.

And then there were her breasts. No matter what she wore, it was obvious that they were wildly out of proportion with her body: two gigantic, round balloons that pushed out t-shirts to the point that they revealed her toned stomach. At her size, it was impossible for them to look like anything but two basketballs attached to her chest.

Ever since he hit puberty, Brian was obsessed with them; even if he hadn’t been, comments from everyone from his friends to strangers in the mall would have tipped him off to just how unusual they were.

On the morning of his 18th birthday, he came down to the kitchen, wearing only pajama bottoms and a sleeveless t-shirt. There was his mother, sitting at the kitchen table, her gorgeous, just slightly thick, luminous legs crossed, a book nestled in her lap under a truly massive bosom. (How was she able to even see it? Brian wondered.)

Watching her with that innocent look on her beautiful face, her lucent hair tied in a ponytail with a scrunchie, he suddenly realized what she reminded him of: a little high school gymnast, with a frame that managed to be lithe, slightly muscular and curvy at the same time — but one that could never actually be a gymnast’s. Her chest was simply too gigantic, her top-heavy, big-bottomed body in sharp contrast to her height and general petiteness.

She looked up, gazing at her son with that sweet, innocent smile, and then sprung up from the kitchen table, her massive tits bouncing under a cut-off jersey; it had the name of Brian’s football team — the Cougars — emblazoned it, though the words were almost unreadable because of the roundness and forward projection of her huge bosom.

“Happy birthday, sweetie!” she squealed, running to him, her little, busty body jiggling as she did. She squeezed him around the middle: she was so short that her bosom pressed into his lower abdomen, her head into his chest. He did what he had started to do in recent months: he lifted her effortlessly off the ground until they faced each other. She smiled — by now, she was unfazed by her son’s immense strength — that gorgeous, slightly shy smile and kissed him gently on the lips, then began kissing him all over his face and neck, giggling as she did. She stroked the back of his head and kissed him again on the lips.

“I can’t believe you’re 18! My sweet little boy is all grown up.” She beamed at him instinctively wrapped her tiny hands around his neck and her legs around his torso, as if she were a small animal wrapped around a tree.

Her “little boy” had gone through an impressive growth spurt; he now towered over her 4’10” frame by almost a foot and a half. He worked out just as constantly as she did and had the muscles to prove it. His solid, thick frame and impressive strength had gotten him spots on the starting lineups of both the football and basketball teams.

That wasn’t all that had grown. His cock had gone from normal to oversized — about 9 inches when erect and as thick as his mother’s forearm. So thick, in fact, that when he masturbated, he had to do so with two hands. And he jerked off constantly. It was never enough. Huge ropes of cum would blast out of his throbbing prick, over and over. And the quantity never seemed to decrease; each time, he could have filled one of his mother’s coffee mugs. And, of course, the main object of his fantasies was his tiny-but-incredibly voluptuous mother.

She again kissed him all over his face. “I love that we can be so affectionate with each other, sweetheart,” she said shyly.

“Me too, Mommy.” He had never grown out of calling her that, and she had never objected.

“I still can’t believe how big you are.”

By now, she was surely feeling his hardening cock pressing against her groin. Was that part of her comment?

“My big boy,” she said, smiling that adorable smile.

“Um, Mommy? Can I ask you a question?” Without even realizing it, his gaze had drifted down to her immense cleavage, pushed up out of her cut-off jersey as her chest pressed into his. She was clearly pretending not to notice.

“Of course, baby. Anything.”

“When… when did you develop?”

“What do you mean?” Was she playing dumb?

“I mean your… proportions.”

“Ahhh. Well…” She released herself from her son’s towering body and he lowered her down until her little, naked feet reached the ground. She swooned at not just his sheer strength but how gentle he was.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking,” he said. “It’s just that…”

“What, sweetie?”

“No, I shouldn’t say. It’s sorta gross.”

“Well now you have to tell me!”

“A few of my friends… they were making guesses.”

“Oh. Well I suppose that’s flattering.”

“No, it’s gross. I’m sorry I asked.”

“It’s fine, baby. Sit down.”

He sat at the kitchen table, and to his shock and delight, she sat on his lap, nestling her cushy, round ass cheeks onto his groin. He was fully erect now, and though he was aware and a little embarrassed that she was now sitting on his turgid cock, she didn’t seem to mind. Her breasts just barely caressed his chest.

“When I was your age,” she said, running her hands through his hair, from the side to the back, “I was already really big up top. My first real bras were an E cup, though I was always spilling out of those. It was impossible to find ones that big for someone my height, so my mother had to order them custom-made. I still do, in fact.

“In college, I got even bigger, both my breasts and my butt. My bust grew to an F cup. You know what my nickname was? ‘Shortstack.'” She giggled. “Besides not being able to fit into clothes, it didn’t bother me. To be honest, I liked being stared at. I get… easily excited, shall we say. And I sort of love my body being on display. I also love playing with my huge bosom — squeezing them, tweaking my little nipples.”

A speechless Brian gulped and nodded.

“After you were born, they got much bigger, and stayed that way. That’s one of the reasons why I work out so much: they are a lot carry around. Feel how strong my back muscles are,” she said.

He ran his hand along her upper back — which was, indeed, quite muscular — and said, “Very impressive.” Once again, he realized that he was staring at her cleavage the breastmeat bulging out of her jersey. He quickly glanced up, but she had caught him and smiled at him.

“So, um–”

“How big am I now?”

Brian again just nodded.

She leaned into him, her bosom pressing even more urgently into his chest, and whispered sexily into his ear: “HH cup.” She leaned back and cupped her massive breasts, bringing his gaze once again to her cleavage. “I like ’em, anyway.”

His erection was already rock-hard and throbbing. So when his mother started slowly grinding her bottom into his groin, he thought he might explode in his pajama pants. “I guess you do too,” she said with a wink.

“Anyway!” his mother exclaimed with a smile, bringing her son back down to earth. “I wanted to talk to you about something else. The truth is that as you’ve grown… well, there’s no other way to put it: I think you’re really attractive.”

*She’s* attracted to *me*?, he thought.

“I know it’s wrong and sinful and I shouldn’t act on it. But you know since your Dad left, I’ve only been on a few dates. And the truth is that no one really interests me. Except for you. I love you so, so much, and… not just as a mother. You are so beautiful. And you have an amazing body. I have to admit I’ve watched you in the shower and… I’ve masturbated. I’ve daydreamed about fucking you, Brian. I want it so badly. But I knew I had to wait til you were 18. I’m so excited that day has finally arrived. I know that makes me a horny little slut — and for my own son, no less — but I don’t care. It’s too much for me to deny.”

Brian couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The woman of his dreams — who he had assumed would forever be out of reach for him — was telling him that she wanted him.

“Wow, Mommy. I… don’t know what to say. The truth is that you’re the most beautiful, sexy woman I’ve ever met. You’re… perfect.”

The young mother bit her lip, her face flushing slightly. “That’s extremely flattering, sweetie. I sort of had a feeling you might have a crush on me, but perfect? Wow. And I’m especially glad you feel that way given your birthday present.”

He had completely forgotten it was his birthday.

“I thought it’d be fun if we made it a birthday week. And each day would have a theme.”

“I’m not sure I understand,” he said, staring hypnotically into her big green eyes.

“Brian… *I’m* your birthday present. And each day for the next week we get to do… well, all kinds of stuff together.”

“Um… sexual stuff?”

“Of course, silly! That’s the whole point. I even put together a list.” She reached into the top of her jersey, once again drawing Brian’s attention to her swollen cleavage, and pulled out a little, folded up sheet of paper from her bra. She unfolded it and handed it to him. “See?”

Brian gulped.

“Well, what do you think?”

As he scanned the list, he could only say one thing. “Holy shit.”

His mother giggled. “I thought you’d like that. Anything you don’t want to do, just say the word. But that’s all stuff that turns me on. So I give my consent for all of it — even the more… out there stuff. And day one starts–” She leaned in and kissed him deeply on the lips. “Now.”

DAY ONE: EXPLORATION DAY

After a quick breakfast, Brian followed his mother up the stairs — his eyes darting between her bulbous rear, swaying from side to side and her giant tits, which he could easy see on either side of her slim torso.

“OK, let’s meet in my bedroom in 20 minutes,” his mother said when they got to the second-floor landing. “Don’t worry about what wearing anything special. I’ll take care of that,” she added with a giggle. “Just take a quick shower.”

Brian’s head was spinning. He bolted to his room, did some quick pushups and sit-ups (he wasn’t exactly sure why — he just wanted to look as strong and muscular as he could for his mother) and took that shower. He threw on a t-shirt and a pair of comfy shorts, taking his mom at her word. He glanced at the clock: 20 minutes had passed. He slowly walked over to his mother’s bedroom and peeked in.

“Be there in a sec,” he heard his mother say from the bathroom. “Just take a seat on the bed.”

He did as he was told. The anticipation alone was driving him crazy; he felt his cock slowly hardening, lengthening down one side of his shorts. He wanted to adjust it so it was pointing upward, but was worried it would poke out the top of his shorts. Then he heard the bathroom door open. With a billow of steam behind her, there was his mother, as he’d never seen her before. He almost felt himself go faint at the sight.

Her hair was still in a ponytail, but everything else was different. First, she was wearing lipstick, which she almost never did, a medium-dark shade of red that played off her almost-olive skin. On her neck was a black choker. She wore heeled slippers, fuzzy at the tips, that must have been 3 or 4 inches high. She had moisturized her legs, which gave them just a hint of a sheen.

But it was what was in between her neck and legs that stunned him into silence. Her insanely curvy torso was clad in a babydoll chemise, a dark red satin that matched her lipstick. It was trimmed with black lace around the enormous cups of the top edge of the bodice portion, and along the bottom of the hem, which ended just a couple of inches down her thighs.

Straps ran from the top of the bra cups over her shoulders, stretched so taut by the forward projection of her massive, HH-cup tits they were pulled partially away from the top of her torso. Even from across the room, he could see the little bumps created by her nipples — they must have been extremely stiff. The fabric covering her tits could barely contain them; two swells of breastmeat pushed out of the top.

She was the most stunning woman he had ever seen.

She smiled at him, biting her lips and gently swaying her body like an embarrassed schoolgirl.

“So, what do you think of Mommy’s outfit?”

“You look… I don’t even have the words for it,” Brian squeaked out. “Beautiful. Gorgeous. Sexy. Beyond sexy. Perfect.”

“Oh, you sweet talker,” she said with a giggle as she began to approach her, her body jiggling slightly with each step. She stopped in front of him. With him sitting on the bed and her height — plus the handful of inches provided by her heels — he was staring directly at her massive bust.

“So, today’s focus will be pretty straightforward. We’re going to explore each other’s bodies. And we’re going to have sex. A lot of it. I want to tell you a couple of things first and ask you a couple of questions.”

“Okay,” Brian gulped.

“First of all, Mommy is very sexual. I masturbate a lot and I have a lot of orgasms — very intense orgasms. I want you to know that going so you aren’t freaked out. They sort of take over my whole body. My pussy is very sensitive, but so are my breasts.” She cupped her massive tits. “I’ve orgasmed just from sucking on my own nipples.”

Good lord, Brian thought. His mother wasn’t just insanely hot, she was a sex maniac.

“When I was younger, I once wondered if there was some sort of underlying problem, so I went to a doctor, a specialist in this sort of thing. She told me I was ‘hypersexual’ — basically, all my sexual characteristics and reactions are… exaggerated.”

This is all sounding familiar, Brian thought.

“Okay, let’s talk about you for a moment. Do you masturbate a lot too, Brian?”

“Yes, Mommy.”

“I had a feeling. Actually, I knew,” she said, with a giggle, her tits jiggling just inches from his face. “The walls in this house are pretty thin.”

She saw his face go red. “Don’t worry, kiddo, it’s fine. Obviously, we’re cut from the same cloth. How many times per day would you say you jerk off?”

“Um… five or six?”

“Wow! That’s impressive. And do you cum a lot?”

“Yes, Mommy. Every time.”

“That explains all the tissues in your trash can.”

She sat down next to him and gazed up at his beautiful blue eyes, then began to lightly caress his thigh. His erection was clearly visible through his shorts, but she seemed to be pretending to ignore it.

“So it sounds like you and I share a certain… stamina.” She paused and moved her little hand to rest on his throbbing erection, then, slowly, began to teasingly caress it. “Sweetie, would you show Mommy your penis? It feels so big and hard. Mommy really wants to see it. Please?” Despite her horny request, her expression was so innocent and sweet. Brian was, of course, happy to oblige. He began to pull down his shorts and, out of the corner of his eye, saw his voluptuous mother begin to squirm a little and actually lick her lips.

Soon, his big cock sprung out as if it were a jack in the box, pointing straight up, its mushroom head already slickened with pre-cum. His mother gasped.

“My goodness, sweetie!” she exclaimed. “I’ve seen it from afar, but up close… That is a gorgeous penis. Um, do you want to see your Mommy’s naked body? Why don’t you take off your t-shirt and shorts and I’ll take off this,” she said, gesturing at her tiny lingerie.

Brian whipped off his clothes as quickly as he could so he wouldn’t miss a second of his petite, incredibly gorgeous and top-heavy mother stripping.

He watched, agape, as his mother got up and slowly, teasingly, began remove her chemise. He was finally going to see the woman of his dreams nude. She smiled at him and grabbed the bottom of the lingerie. She raised it up, revealing her little pussy, then her toned stomach and narrow waist. She struggled to get it over her huge rack, but she finally succeeded; her two incredible breasts bounced and swayed until they settled on her little torso. He could not believe how enormous and round they were, particularly on her teen-like figure; they were so wildly out of proportion.

She kicked off her heeled slippers. All that remained was her choker. She had moisturized her whole body, so it took on a sheen and almost glowed. She saw how enraptured her son was and twisted her tiny body so her massive tits rocked back and forth.

“What do you think, baby? Do you like your Mommy’s body?”

“It’s amazing, Mommy. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She blushed. “Thank you, sweetheart. You’re beautiful too.” He realized she was staring at his cock. “And your penis… it’s amazing. Would it be okay if…” As she spoke, she lowered herself to the floor between her son’s legs. “…I kissed it?”

“Uh, sure, Mommy. You can do whatever you want with it,” the teenager said. His head was spinning. She had — intentionally or not — brought her hands together in her lap, pushing her tits together. From his new vantage point, he had an amazing view of her resulting ballooning cleavage.

“I can?” she said sweetly, planting a light kiss on the head of her son’s throbbing cock. “I can kiss it?” She began to cover it with kisses. “And lick it?” She ran her tongue up and down the increasingly hard cock. “It’s sooooo beautiful, baby. I have one more confession to make,” she said, continuing to love on her son’s prick, rubbing it against her face — the contrast between it and her head making it look even bigger than it was. “I knew it was big, so I’ve… been practicing.”

“What do you mean?”

“On a dildo,” she said, both blushing and giggling. “A big one. I wanted to be able to deep-throat you, sweetie. Let’s see how I did.”

And with that, she began to suck on the cock, slowly taking more and more of it into her mouth, until — a miracle! thought Brian — it was fully engulfed. His huge prick was lodged in his mother’s throat.

“GGGUUUCK! GGGUUUCK! GGGUUUCK!” She was making obscene noises as she sucked on his cock, staring directly into his eyes with just a touch of trepidation in hers.

It felt amazing. She was born to do this, thought Brian. She withdrew her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her bee-stung lips and his throbbing, almost purple cock.

“Do you want to cum in Mommy’s mouth, baby? I’ve been dreaming about swallowing your sperm. Would you fill my belly with your seed? I need it so badly.”

He didn’t respond in words, but rather grabbed her ponytail and pulled her face back onto his cock. She went straight back to her level of enthusiasm. But not he was controlling the pace; he was face-fucking his gorgeous mother. He grabbed each side of her head and began to stab her mouth with his cock. She moaned with pleasure and again stared up at him longingly. He felt his orgasm begin to build.

But before he came, he wanted to fulfill an idea he had dreamed about — and masturbated to — for years. He wasn’t sure he could pull it off, but this was his chance. He grabbed his mother’s body by her tiny waist and, almost effortlessly, flipped her upside-down, so her mouth was directly in front of his monster cock, her legs up in the air, her ponytail dangling below.

“AHHHHH!” the mother cried, alarmed but incredibly turned on by his strength and control of her body. “What are you doing?!”

“Suck my prick, Mommy,” he said, once again slamming his cock into her mouth. He could feel her massive chest pressing into his abdomen.

There, right in front of him, was her fully exposed pussy. It was as petite as she was and beautiful and glistened with her juices. He began to tease it with his tongue, and she let out a massive groan as she continued to suckle on his rock-hard cock.

She continued to groan as he licked her little pussy.

“Are you going to cum, Mommy? Can we cum together?”

He could feel her shake her head yes — upside-down and with his prick still in her mouth — just as her legs, then her whole body began to vibrate.

“GUUUUUUUHHHHH!”

“I’m cumming too, Mommy! Gonna spurt in your mouth!”

“UHHHHHHHHHHH!” Little squirts of girl-juice leapt from her cunt as she came. It was all Brian could take. He unloaded in his mother’s precious little mouth, rope after rope filling it up. Somehow, she managed to swallow it all.

As he withdrew his cock from her mouth, he again twirled her entire body around, her giant tits giggling inches from his face. He gently placed her on the bed.

“Oh my god, baby,” she panted. “That was… incredible. Mommy came so hard. And I swallowed all your cum! Upside-down! I can’t believe we just did that. You are so strong. But I’m still so horny. And you’re still so hard! How is that possible?!” She began to stroke his still-hard cock. But I need to take a little break. Can we snuggle before we fuck?”

Brian nodded and his mother jumped onto the bed, curling her little body around her son’s, draping one shapely leg over his, nestling her head into the crook of his neck. He could feel her massive tits pressing into his chest. She stared up at him.

“I love you so much, sweetie.”

“I love you too, Mommy.”

They stayed that way for a few minutes, collecting their strength. Then he felt his mother’s leg begin to rub up and down the lower half of his body, her hips pressing into him. He could soon feel the wetness of her pussy. She began to quietly moan.

“Is that okay, baby?,” she asked, caressing his muscular chest. “Uhhhhhh… Mommy is just so horny.”

“It’s fine, Mommy.” Brian paused. “Do you… do you want to show me your body? I mean, really show me?”

She looked up at him, smiled, then slowly pulled herself up until she was sitting on her knees next to him. She began to slowly knead her massive tits, then took one and pulled it up to her mouth and suckled on one of her little nipples. “Mmmmmm… You really love Mommy’s huge breasts, don’t you?”

“I really do. They are so amazing.”

She began to run her hands all over her tiny but voluptuous body.” Please please please play with my body, sweetheart. Play with my huge tits and my little pussy. Look how wet I am.” She glanced at his massive erection, pointing straight up, and then turn to him with those big, sweet eyes. “And then fuck me. Please?”

Brian also got on his knees and leaned in to kiss his mother, pulled her massively busty little body into his. She moaned as their lips met and they began to make out, first slowly, then with increasingly fervor. He reached up and cupped one of her HH-cup tits, marveling at how spongy yet firm it was, feeling the rock-hard nipple in the middle of his palm. He continued to kiss her and massage the enormous teat as he reached down with his other hand and rubbed it along the length of her labia. She let out another huge moan as he reached her clit and began to rub it gently. He then inserted one, then two fingers inside of her.

“Oh god, baby,” she said, “that feels so gooooood. Mommy is so horny.”

His cock was pressed up against her belly, but it was so large and she was so short that the top of it slipped into the underside of her cleavage. She lowered her torso slightly and it slipped between her two enormous tits. He began to move his cock up and down, as she pressed her massive rack together. He had never felt anything so pleasurable and as she stared up at him, seeing the ecstatic look on his face, she said, “Do you like that, baby? Do you like fucking Mommy’s big tits?”

“It feels so good, Mommy. I can’t believe how firm but soft they are.”

“Mmmmm,” she moaned as she kissed the tip of his cock each time it emerged from the deep cleft of her cleavage.

“Are you ready to fuck Mommy, sweetheart? My pussy is so wet and ready for your big penis.”

Brian didn’t answer, at least with words: As she gasped, he pulled his mother’s small body down onto the bed and toward him, staring at how her huge tits jiggled and swayed. He lifted her legs up onto him — they were so short that it was her little feet that rested on his muscular shoulders — and then took his cock in one hand and started to rub it up and down her dripping wet labia. They both moaned in anticipation and pleasure.

Propping herself on her elbows, she stared first down at their throbbing genitalia, then into his eyes as she said, “Oh my god, you’re really going to fuck me with that huge cock. Please go slow, baby? Mommy is so little down there and you’re so big. But I really want to feel you inside of me. Please fuck me? Please?”

He pushed the tip of his cock inside her and she instinctively arched her back, thrusted her massive, jiggling tits toward him. “UUUHHHHHH!”

He slowly pushed more of his penis into her tight, wet pussy, finally hitting bottom.

“Oh god, baby, you’re so big!” He wasn’t moving his cock, but he could feel her vagina begin to spasm around it. “Uhhhhh, fuck!” the little mother. “I’m going to cum, baby! Mommy’s pussy is going cum all over your big dick!” He felt the feet draped on his shoulders begin to vibrate and then her whole body began to shudder, making her huge rack shake like water-filled balloons. He couldn’t believe it: He wasn’t even moving his cock; his gorgeous mother was cumming simply from having it deeply imbedded in her.

“FUUUUUUCK! CUMMIIIINNNNGGG!”

She began to thrash around and he could feel her already juicy pussy get even more wet. As her orgasm began to subside, she looked up at him, a hazy look in her gorgeous green eyes, and said, “Fuck me, sweetie. Fuck your horny Mommy really hard now.”

He began to thrust in and out of her, eliciting more moans. He took hold her of each of her wrists, and pulled her body toward him with each thrust. He had full control over her incredibly sexy little body. They fucked like that for 5, maybe 10 minutes — it was hard to tell; both their heads were swimming in pleasure — a sheen of sweat forming on both of their toned bodies, both of them moaning almost constantly. Brian couldn’t help but stare at his mother’s huge breasts, which were firm and swollen enough that they pointed almost entirely straight up.

After a while, Brian grabbed his mother by her tiny waist — he noticed he could almost wrap his large hands around it — and pulled her up and into him, their bodies mashing together. She began to kiss him ravenously, her tongue darting deep into his mouth. As she bounced up and down on his huge erection, she whispered things like “I love you so much, baby boy” and “please keep fucking your super-horny, ultra-busty Mommy.” He didn’t exactly need the encouragement, but it didn’t hurt.

Soon, her body began to shudder with another impending orgasm. He pulled her into him and they embraced each other tightly; she groaned loudly into the crook of his neck as the orgasm rolled through her.

Once it had subsided, without warning, he again grabbed her little waist and pulled her off his cock. (Her pussy literally dripped girl-juice onto his groin.) As she gasped, he spun her around and pushed her head down onto the bed. He entered her from behind, grabbing onto her firm, bulbous ass cheeks, and again began to thrust into her. Then, leaving one hand on her ass, he groped one of her giant, HH-cup tits with the other. He simply couldn’t believe how firm yet pillowy it was.

He could feel his own orgasm building and thrust ever harder into her. Sweat was now dripping off both their bodies.

“GONNA CUM INSIDE YOU, MOMMY!” he screamed.

“Cum for Mommy, baby! Shoot your cum inside me!” she yelled, ramming her little body back to meet his.

“UHHHHHHH, FUUUUCK!! CUUUMMMMIIINNNGGG!”

The ejaculation lasted a full minute, though it felt like an hour to Brian. Finally, he collapsed next to her on the bed. She cuddled up, casually stroking his heavy, sweaty chest. “That was incredible, sweetie! I’m so glad I decided to be your birthday present,” she said with a giggle.

After recovering, they dressed — him in his t-shirt and shorts, and her in a little t-shirt that bulged with her huge rack and didn’t cover her pussy. She made him dinner and they sat and ate — until she started to snake her leg up and down his, then reached into his shorts and began to jerk him off. Before he could realize what was happening, she was under the table, taking his half-hard cock into her mouth. She sucked on it — “Mmmmm, dessert,” she said — then let him fuck her, first bent over the kitchen table, then with her sitting on the counter. Orgasm after orgasm overtook her.

They continued to fuck for hours, in the kitchen, the living room, even on the stairs, where they rutted like animals, grunting loudly as he thrust into her. They simply couldn’t stop.

Dripping with sweat from all their excursions, Brian’s mother suggested they take a shower. “JUST a shower,” she said with a fake stern tone in her voice. But as they lathered up each other’s bodies, soon Brian was, amazingly, hard yet again. Seconds later, he was plowing into his mother, who was pinned to the wall, again wrapped around her powerful son. That ended with yet another loud, body-vibrating orgasm for each of them.

After rinsing off, they headed back to bed. As they lay there, finally spent, Brian’s mother kissed him deeply and then nestled her incredibly voluptuous body up against him.

“My god, that was amazing. I can’t even count how many times I came. It’s like we were made for fucking each other.”

“You’re incredible, Mommy. I love you so much,” Brian said, gently fondling one of her enormous breasts.

“Me too, sweetie.” She rested her hand on his half-hard cock, though they were — finally — too exhausted to start up again. “And… baby?”

“Yes, Mommy?”

“I think you’ll be really pleased with the plan for tomorrow,” she said with an impish smile.

He smiled too, then, still lightly groping his top-heavy mother, drifted off to sleep, dreaming of what might be awaiting him.