His Mom obviously, albeit playfully

John started to consider, who he could try out his brand new power on, when something outside his bedroom window caught his attention. With his room being placed on the top floor of the house, facing away from the street, John had a perfect view at the neighboring houses, along with his massive backyard pool. But rather then to enjoy the amazing view, a certain someone, caught his attention instead. Lying on one the pool beds, his mom, Camilla, was enjoying the warm, summer sunlight, as she sipped away at her glass of lemonade. Despite being in her forties, she managed keep a nice, slender figure, while her b-cup breast and a slightly bigger round butt, gave her a somewhat pear like shape. And with brunette bob cut, she could be defined as proper MILF, especially so with her blue, two piece string bikini that she currently had on her.

John just stood there, staring as he admired her incredible body, a smile forming on his face as an idea, or rather a scene formed in his head. He quickly rushed to his wardrobe, rummaging through the clothing before pulling out his orange swimming trunks. One quick change later, he tossed his sleeping shorts on the bed and he headed outside.

As he made his way downstairs, a question popped in his head. Why was his mom this early at the pool? But as he made his was through the living room, a quick glance at a clock answered his question. Instead of the expected 7 or 8 o’clock, it turned out to be past 12 already! This discovery somewhat concerned him for a brief moment, before shaking it away. Not important right now, especially so when a more “pressing matter” was at hand.

He stopped, standing just before the glass sliding door, leading to the backyard pool. He took one more good look at Camilla, relaxing on the pool bed, before raising his hand and snapping. He then took a deep breath, trying to hide his excitement, and placed his hand on the door handle.

“Showtime.” He whispered as he opened the door.

Upon hearing the sliding noise of the door, Camilla turned her head towards John, as he made his way towards the pool.

“I was starting to think you’d never wake up.” She flatly greeted him.

“Yeah, went to bed a bit later than I wanted.” He responded.

“Maybe spend less time playing your games, and more on studying.” She remarked as she looked away, taking a sip of a her lemonade.

John didn’t have it easy when it came to his family. His father passed away when he was just a child, leaving Camilla with the heavy burden of securing her family financially. And while she managed to succeed at this, by slowly working her way to become the head of a marketing department for a big company, this left her with no time to spend with John, leaving their relationship somewhat cold. This however, was about to change.

John just rolled his eyes, giving a faint smile, before diving into the pool. With John taking a few rounds in the pool, and Camilla relaxing on her pool bed, everything seemed normal. But after few minutes, things started to… change, as Camilla started to feel something she hadn’t for a long while. Heat. Thinking at first it was from the sun, she stood up and opened a poolside umbrella to create a shade, before lying back down, only to realize that the heat persisted. Specifically around her crotch. While noticeable, she tried not pay much attention to it, instead grabbing a book she brought with her, expecting the heat to dissipate while she read. Five minutes later, she barely got through one page as the heat quickly grew stronger. Sweat slowly dripped from her, along with the juices from her now wet pussy, as she rubbed her thighs together, all the while trying to stay unnoticed. Unfortunately, she was failing at this, as John was very much aware just how much she was horny now. Taking as his queue, John carefully raised his hand and inconspicuously snapped again.

After a few more minutes in the pool, he finally decided to climb out, before heading towards Camilla. As he approached, Camilla lifted her head for a brief moment, wondering where he was going, before quickly looking back down as she... noticed something. She stared into her book, pretending to be still reading, as John passed by her, lying down on a second pool bed next to her.

“Did… did I just saw what I think I saw. Did John just… No. No, no, no. Surely I’m just… seeing things. Right?” She thought to her self as she slowly looked towards John again. But her eyes only widened as she lifted her head again and took of her sunglasses. John, who was always somewhat average in his physique, now had a body of an athletic sprinter, with clear and defined muscles. Camilla was in complete shock as she slowly observed him. His buffed arms, his defined pecs, his well-developed abs. However her jaw dropped, once she looked towards his crotch, failing to miss the massive bulge that was hidding underneath his trunks.

“Am… am I dreaming or have I gone mad?” Camilla wondered to her self.

She carefully put her book down, and turned towards John. She slowly and carefully extended her hand towards his abs, only to stop in hesitation. She quickly looked at John, making sure he was still “asleep”, before finally placing her hand on his stomach. And to her shock, they were real.

“How is… how is this possible?! His arms, legs, pecs, his everything! They’re all real!” She thought to her self. But then she realized something. “Wait… if if this all real, then that must mean-” She slowly looked back at his crotch, her hand slowly approaching towards his trunks, nervously panting under her breath.

“Liking what you see?” John opened his right eye and smiled at his mother. Camilla yelped as she pulled her arm back and straighten up on her sunbed.

“JOHN! I-I-w-was just! I mean I-” She nervously stammered as she tried to come up with good enough excuse.

“Whoa, hey, calm down mom, it’s okay. I get it.” He gestured with his hand. “If you wanna take a look, you can. It’s fine by me.”

“No, I...what?” She paused, dumbfounded by her sons response.

“Yeah, I get asked all the time to show it, so it’s no big deal.” He explained.

She looks at him in disbelief, as he sits up and digs his hand into his trunks, but before she manages to say something, her jaw drops again as what she sees next could be only described as every women's wettest dream.

Being longer and thicker than any wine bottle she ever saw, and his testicles being bigger than two tennis balls, Johns cock could only be described as an absolute Beast. With her attention fixated on his monster, Camilla's pussy was basically on fire as she tried to find the right words.

“You know, if you want to do something “specific”, you can go ahead. I won’t mind.” John encouraged her. That’s when she managed to come to her senses a little, pulling her hand back in realization of what was happening. She sat there, embarrassed, angry and confused as to what was happening.

“Alright, I get it. It’s somewhat weird. So, I should probably go inside and leave you with some privacy instead.” He shrugged and started to tuck away his penis back into his trunks.

Weird? WEIRD?! IT’S NOT WEIRD, IT’S WRONG!!! HE WAS HER SON AND SHE WAS HIS MOTHER? OF COURSE IT WAS WRONG! Her calm, rational, and calculative side was screaming, wanting to scold him for even suggesting this. Unfortunately, this side of her was silenced by the unbearable desire to have something shoved into her wet cunt.

“WAIT!” She desperately called, and quickly stopped him from hiding his thick shaft again.

John looked at her for brief moment, seeing her red burning cheeks as she heavily panted. He let go of his trunks and sat back, allowing her some space.

Camilla just nervously sat there, slowly breathing before saying something.

“I. I want to suck your penis.”

“Sorry, say that again?” John raised an eyebrow.

“I want to suck your cock.”

“Eh?” He placed his hand to his ear.

“I WANT SO SUCK YOUR COCK!” She yelled in frustration, before slamming her hands on her mouth, horrified as to what she just said.

After a brief pause between them, John shrugged his shoulders and responded: “Okay.”

Camilla let go of her mouth as she looked at John. “R-really?” Once again surprised by his calm approach.

“Under one condition.” John raised one of his fingers and briefly paused, causing Camilla to nervously gulp. “I want something in exchange. Something valuable.”

“I’ll give you anything!” She quickly responded. Somewhere in her mind she regretted saying this, without giving it a proper thought, but she was becoming somewhat ****.

“Alright then.” A big, wide smug appeared on Johns face as he gestured with his hands a “go ahead” motion. Camilla slid off the bed and onto her knees, getting a little closer to John as she got into a better position. She carefully grabbed his massive shaft with her right hand, causing John to grunt a bit, as she moved her head closer.

“Just h-how... am I suppose to do it?” She hesitated, only now realizing just how big it was compared to her mouth, her hand only managing to hold half of its width.

“Hmm… how about you just close your eyes, and try?” John suggested. Camilla hesitantly looked at John, before looking back at his shaft and nodding. She then took deep breath, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth as wide as she could. And just before the tip of his head entered her mouth, John quickly snapped his fingers. To Camilla's surprise, it went pretty smoothly, her mouth somehow managing to take on the thick beast. She got about a quarter of his length, before going back up, and then down again, now moving in a slow rhythm. In her mind, she was expecting to only get the tip in, due it’s just insane size, as well as the fact that she haven’t done this for a long while now. And yet not only did she got it in, she was good at it. In fact, she felt like she was better at it then ever before, effortlessly moving her head and hand in a steady rhythm. But what surprised her even more thou, was how it tasted. Instead of the expected salty taste, it was… sweet. Very sweet, almost like marzipan. She could feel it’s sweet, almost addictive richness spreading on her tongue like a vanilla icing.

John meanwhile, just sat there, quietly grunting, as he let her do her work.

“This is *ugh* amazing, but… I think you can do a little better.” John then placed his right hand on Camilla’s head, causing her to stop and open her eyes. And as she made eye contact, John swiftly moved his hand downwards, his cock going deeper into her mouth. Camilla closed her eyes again as she reached the base, now felling his cock down her throat, and yet again to her surprise, she didn’t struggle or gagged. After a second or two, John let Camilla lift her head again, not letting go of it, before quickly moving her down again, when she reached the tip. After the fourth time he stopped moving his hand, only resting it on top of Camilla's head as she now effortlessly deep throated the entire length of his cock. He then moved his hand away as Camilla continued to just blow, placing her other hand onto his shaft, now moving them simultaneously with her head. Any thought in her that should have stopped this madness was non existent, drowned in the sea of lust, heat and desire. After few more minutes of letting Camilla have her fun, John decided that it was time to move to the main act of his fantasy, raising his hand once again and snapping.

Camilla stopped at the base of his cock, as she suddenly felt her entire body heat up, as if it got set on fire, causing her to moan. Her figure started to reform with her waist quickly slimming down, both her top and bottom relocating mass among each other, forming into heart shapes. Her short hair quickly grew to her shoulder, becoming incredible curly and fluffy, her natural brunette color shifted into a vibrant, neon violet. Her nails ridiculously lengthened, bordering on the line of impractical, while gaining a dark, glittery purple polish. Camilla finally managed pull her self away, gasping for air as she freed her mouth. But the transformation continued.

As she sat back on her sunbed, her bikini started morphing and shifting it’s shape, the two pieces combining together, before stretching into two lines running over her shoulders and her breast, before conjoining at her crotch, turning into a leopard printed slingshot bikini. To compliment it, her skin quickly gained a rich, deep caramel tan, with two tan lines running along her new slingkini. Her eyes remained closed, allowing to properly show the new violet shadows that suddenly appeared, along with her eye lashes growing longer, her nose becoming slightly smaller, and her lips gaining a glossy violet lipstick. Finally the last change occurred when a quiet *pop* sounded off, causing Camilla to arch her back, letting out a loud moan.

Despite somewhat knowing what was going to happen, John still just sat there, completely stunned at the spectacle that just played in front of him. Where just a few moments ago sat Camilla, now was basically an entirely different person, with her twenty years younger body, her well balanced hourglass figure, her exotically vibrant hair, and her wildly skimpy bikini. She was unrecognizable, especially when she opened her eyes, revealing bright violet irises.

“What…. Just… Happened?” Camilla slowly panted in between her words, as she felt her entire body blazing in a lustful flame. But John didn't answer, instead his sight was fixated towards her crotch and her unusually big clit, which now visible poked through her bikini. John moved a bit closer, his hand reaching for her bikini and pulling it down a bit, only to then smile. In reality it wasn’t her clit that was poking through her slingshot, instead in it’s place was now an inflatable toy valve, along with a small plug, plugged in, both connected with a bit of plastic.

John very gently unplugged valve, leaving the plug to dangle aside, before placing his lips on it.

“Sweetie… what... are youuuuUUUU-OOOOOOOHH!!!!” Camilla loudly yelled mid sentence, as John started to blow in. Her erotic, horny moans getting quickly accompanied by the hissing sound of air, as her breast started to slowly fill, growing bigger, and bigger, and bigger. But it wasn’t just her tits, as accompanying them was her ass and lips, slowly expanding along. Her tits and ass simultaneously grew, gradually gaining in volume, meanwhile her lips were expanding at a much slower pace, slowly filling out.

Camilla just moaned and gasped, her mind melting under the intense heat and pleasure, causing her to lie down, her back now hanging over the sunbed, with John just continuing to blow more air in, only ever stopping to take another breath.

Soon her breast reached the size of two cantaloupes, slowly straining her bikini, while her butt pushed her higher against the bed.

After couple more deep breaths, he finally stops, pulling his mouth away and plugging the valve again. He let go of her slingkini which he held this entire time, causing it to quickly slap back over crotch. He then got up and gently grabbed Camilla, turning her around so that she would be properly lying against the sunbed. He then took a few steps back, and admired his work.

If Camilla didn’t look like a complete bimbo before, well then she certainly did now, with her massive, round, fully ripe watermelon sized tits, straining her slingshot bikini which stretched over them, her big, hard, perked up nipples poking visible underneath them. And just as enormous was her shelf like ass, which pushed against the sunbed so much, it **** her back to arch. And then there were her lips. Her big, juicy, plush, dick sucking lips, which were begging to have something shoved into them. John came a bit closer, and very gently grope of one her massive titties. They looked unnaturally round and firm, giving the fake impression of giant breast implants, but in reality they were nicely soft and squishy, making it clear that they were anything but fake.

“Cock.” Caught of guard, John stopped admiring her incredible boobs, and instead looked towards her. Her cheeks were burning red as she slowly, but strongly huffed out.

“Need… cock…” She quietly begged, her delirious mind lost in a dense, horny fog. “Fuck… please.”

Once again, a big, wide smug formed on Johns face. “Well, since you came out better than I expected-” He let go of her boob and walked towards her crotch. “-Then I suppose it’s time you’d receive your well deserved… Treat.” He drop down his swimming trunks and kicked them aside, before getting on his knees on top of the sunbed. He then pulled aside her bikini, causing her boobs to jiggle as it slid of, revealing her soaked up pussy. He carefully aimed the massive head of his penis, merely brushing against her pussy, causing her to quiver as she let out another quiet moan, before slowly pushing it in. He let out a small grunt as he felt her chamber stretch and adjust to his shaft, Camilla meanwhile let out a series of faint moans, as she felt him pushing deeper.

“Oh! Oh! OH! OH GOD! So big! Oh god!” She grabbed onto the sunbed with both her hands, the shear sensation causing her to tense up. His cock got about halfway before encountering some kind of resistance, and stopping. Camilla continued to lustfully lament as she got a moment to breath. This didn’t last long however, as John slowly reeled back, grinning like an idiot, before slamming back in, quickly pushing the entire length of his cock, with Camilla loudly crying out. He looked down to her belly, seeing as his massive cock bulged out from underneath her belly. He then grabbed onto her wide hips, reeling his crotch back again, before slamming in again. And then again, and again, and again, slowly getting into a steady rhythm.

He vigorously pounded away, his crotch loudly slapping against her gigantic ass, while her massive tits jiggled back and forth, her yells turning into pure horny moans and incomprehensible gibberish which stuttered with each thrust.

“God-DAMN! Your cunt is so *grunt* tight!” John remarked out loud as he grabbed onto her giant tits, placing one of her big hard nipple in his mouth, and going to town with it. Camilla just lustfully gasped and moaned, her mind to much broken to form any kind of response. This went on for a couple more minutes, with him occasionally switching between boob groping and mouth to nipple action.

Finally things were reaching their climax, as he tightly hugged her waist, burying his face into her cleavage and speeding up his rhythm, thrusting faster and harder. He let out a loud grunt as he thrust one last time, ending it all with a powerful slam and letting out a long groan as he filled her with baby batter. Camilla groaned and moaned with him, as she felt her ovaries get flooded and a small bump slowly form on her belly.

…

Things finally went to a halt, as John just lied on top of Camilla, his head still buried into her cleavage. He let go of her waist and braced his hands against the sunbed in order to sit up. Once his head was straight up right, he took a few deep breaths, before looking down and slowly pulling his limp cock out of her. Once freed from her now cum dripping pussy, he stood up and stretched his stiffened body.

“Holy…. Shit. This was incredible.” He thought to him self as he walked around the sunbed to check on Camilla. She was out cold, her body limply resting on the bed, her chest slightly rising as she calmly breathed. John once again admired her sexy, sweaty, bimbo body, which beautifully glittered against the sun, causing his dick to get hard again.

It was clear that Camilla wasn’t going to wake up any time soon, considering the kind of experience she just went through. Fortunately for John there was someone else that he had in mind of visiting, and so after a quick dip in the pool the clean the sweat of him, he picked up his swimming trunks and headed back inside, leaving Camilla to peacefully rest.