A Mother's Grasp

Mark looked around the garden. He waved at the various workers as they went about their work. He approached one of them and was told that his mother and Goza were in the milking shed.

After some polite conversation Mark almost ran over but paused when he noticed his cloths reeked of Zobala. He didn't want to start that conversation so he grabbed …. a maid outfit from the laundry line….

Mark: “ At least it's clean... I hope.”

Mark jumped in a bush to change then went to see his mother. Their was a small crowd gathered around all of whom were trying to get a better view of the action inside. Mark tried to get through but was stopped by a goat girl who seemed dazed. She snorted when Mark tried to cut in line and whirled on him hand raised. Her temper vanished when she realized who it was “ Heeyyy young boss... waz up?”

Mark: "I need to talk to my Mom cuse me."

Goat girl: “ Uh.... yeah she's a little indisposed.”

Mark ignored her and pushed his way to the front, by the time he got there he regretted his decision.

Mother Gollantalk was topless as she moved a barrel of milk, which wouldn't of been so bad if it wasn't for the giant in the room.

Goza: “ Yes!!! Just like that!! work those nipples!!!”

Even on her hands and Knees Goza was tall and as expected from a giantess her breast were a sight to behold. The true spectical was the way Mark's birth mother clung to one tit while using her feet to milk the nipple without spilling a drop.

The sounds of the cheering crowd faded from Mark's as his heart pounded in his ears. He felt his childhood flash before his eye, most of it was his Mother taking one of the people he loved most and fucking them into a blissful mess.

He thought about running away but stumbled into the person next to him toppling her, starting a chain reaction that ended with him standing over a herd of beast women while trying to hide his erection. Mother Gollantalk looked up and smiled at her son “ Smooth son, real smooth.”

Mark watched his mother jump down and pull something from behind her back “ Only one of us can wear the skirt in this house, put some pants on.”

She then walked off leaving Mark to chase after her. When he caught up with her she had put on a suit and was about to leave Mark made a quick decision and threw a { Ice ball} hitting her suitcase.

Mark: “ I need to talk to you”

Mother Gollantalk: “ Do you?”

Mark was about to answer but a shoe hit him in the face, followed by another. Mark dived to the left but his mother predicted him so he still got hit with a high speed knick nack

Mother Gollantalk pulled a brick out the wall “ You needed a word with me? Seems like ya lost your tongue up some skirt!”

Mark dodge the bricks “ I wanted to see if my handling of the Vonewell matter was acceptable.”

Mother Gollantalk clicked her teeth while bending a fireplace poker “ It was acceptable …. FOR A BABY!!!”

The poker zoomed around the room and back to the one who threw it “ Anymore stupid questions!?”

Mark: “ Can I leave Lucy and Tal'E here? I Have to go save Dolla!”

Mother Gollantalk dropped the door a tear running down her face “ Is... Is my boy raiding his first elf village?”

Mark: “ I think she's in the capita....!”

Mark was swept up in a bear hug as his mother ran outside screaming “ MY BOY IS GOING ON HIS FIRST PROPPER RAID!!!! Oh I'm so proud!!! First you smack the Devil then the tops now the high council, Soon my little boy will be the head of his own clan!!! HE even got the Elven princess hooked on his....”

Mark ears rang as his mother ran around singing his praises unaware that he had fallen off her shoulder without his pants. Mark cast a {Illusion} of pants then went to get the information he would need