He made the mess, he better clean it.

"Now, little pervert, I expect you already realized how disappointed I am in you." Anne fixed her son with an icy glare and ground her heel against one of his enormous, aching balls. The only thing preventing him from doubling up was the weight of his gargantuan tits - as it was, all he could do was groan in a strange mix of pain and pleasure. "I will go change, and when I come back, you will be cleaning up the mess you made. Are we clear?"

"Yes..." James murmured, feeling his cock twitching and his nipples crinkling as a delicious thrill ran through him.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mother!" Trying to jump up in reflex, all James managed was to make his tits jiggle around his slowly softening cock, earning a disdainful scoff as Anne turned around and left the kitchen, the sight of her swinging hips drawing in James' eyes.

Only when she disappeared into the hallway was James able to think properly again, and his stomach dropped even as his cock pulsed - he had to get up and fetch cleaning supplies! If Anne got back and James hadn't started cleaning... She would crush his balls for real, this time. Groaning, the hyper-sized young man tried to roll over onto his stomach, feeling slowly cooling cum drip from his face and neck and onto the tiles. After three tries, James finally managed to shift enough weight sideways that he ended up on all fours, half-hard cock pinned between the beanbag-sized breasts pressing against his arms and pooling on the floor, crushing his stiff nipples against the tiles. His gargantuan, aching balls rested against the back of his knees, scrotum tugging and pulling ineffectually as the cold from the tiled floor crept into them.

Grabbing the tabletop of the kitchen island with one hand, James grunted and struggled until he was finally kneeling, cum-coated chest hanging down to his navel and cock drooling a few last specks of cum onto the tiles. Almost two thirds of the thick trunk still rested on the tiles, little by little being lifted as James pulled himself up until his was standing. During this ordeal of simply standing up, most of the cum had slid down from his face, covering the swell of his bust liberally. After using a kitchen towel to clean his face and cleavage as much as he could, James was finally ready for the trek down the hallway so he could fetch a mop and bucket.

As he trundled down the hall, using the wall to support himself whenever his enormous assets threatened to topple him over - which was basically all the time -, he strained his ears to listen for any sounds of his mother returning. Thankfully, she seemed to take her time choosing a new outfit, the door to James' parent's bedroom tightly closed.

Not surprisingly, it took James far more time than usual to get the cleaning supplies he needed - after all, he was lugging around half his body weight in tits alone! The way back took even longer, bucket, mop and soap occupying one of James' hands. After he finally made it back into the kitchen and began filling the bucket with water, James heard the door of his parents' bedroom open, making him bite his lip in worry. Would his mother consider this cleaning already?

James lifted the bucket out of the sink and onto the floor just as his mother returned to the kitchen. She had traded her thoroughly soaked tights and blouse for tight yoga pants and a revealing halter top, making James gape at the absolute MILF Anne suddenly presented as. He hadn't ever seen her dressed like this - usually, she worked out in baggy pants and shirts. And had her skin always been this clear and smooth?

"I almost have to commend you, little pervert... You actually managed to start cleaning in time." Taking one of her un-tainted shakes from the fridge, Anne took a seat and gestured at James impatiently. "Now stop staring and clean up your mess. Who knows, maybe there will even be a reward for a job well done..."