Involuntary nap

Dave twitched in his sleep. His mind-blowing orgasm had done just that - he was out cold. His mom, Sara, continued to obliviously suckle and slurp at his shockingly large penis, cleaning the entire length with her tongue. Her loving licks paused as Dave's mammoth member waned for a moment in its exhaustion. The huge pole sagged and slid down her chest.

"Aw, my poor boy. Time to rest." Sara whispered, stroking his cheek.

With her son satisfied, Sara's mind turned to the remaining chores of the day. First on the agenda was to find some adequate clothing. She slinked away to get dressed in her bedroom. Donning a fresh set of pyjama bottoms was simple enough, but her tits were a seperate issue. She struggled with one of her plain white tank tops, fighting to fit it over her enlarged bosom. The material stretched thin as she roughly yanked the hem down over her huge tits. The top only barely covered her breasts, leaving her stomach exposed, but it was the best she could do.

Feeling clean and refreshed nonetheless, Sara returned to the kitchen to check on the dishes. Along the way, she lingered at the threshold for a moment to ogle her sleeping son. Sara's gaze roamed over every inch of her son's enormous limp cock. It was so perfect, exactly what she'd always wanted on a man. As she leered, Dave's dick stirred into life and magically re-inflated back to a full erection, courtesy of Sara's earlier wish that his penis should always match her ideals.

"Hot damn, I'll never get tired of that," she murmured.

Sara couldn't resist giving her son's erect meat pole one last fondle before leaving. She gripped the shaft and jostled it around like a joystick. She playfully pulled it toward her and then released it, marveling as it recoiled back to true north like a tight spring.

Dave stirred in the black void of his unconsciousness as his cock was bounced around. Half-formed images of his uber-busty mother flittered through the blackness. His mouth moved. Sara could barely make out the words.

"Mom..my... yes... so... big... mmmh", Dave muttered. The wishbone pulsed in his hand.

Sara gasped sharply as all of her clothes suddenly became much tighter. Her pants tore at the seams along both of her hips, and her ill-fitting top flipped up over her breasts. The square of white fabric looked more like a bib than a top now, perched above her humungous cannons. A confused Sara examined herself - what just happened? She looked around the room. Everything seemed smaller now. Putting 2 and 2 together, she looked at her hands with wonder. Each of her palms was much larger then her son's head. She reached upwards and easily touched the ceiling with a bend in her elbows.

Sara felt powerful. She'd never dreamt of being this tall, but she was discovering that she liked it a lot. She wanted more. She greedily grasped at her son's member, giving it steady gentle pumps.

"That's it baby, make mommy big and strong for you," she whispered.

Dave's brow furrowed with pleasure as his mom stroked his cock. He murmured something incomprehensible and the bone glowed in his hand once again.

Sara grew slightly taller, and her biceps toned up a little. Standing up, she could see that her thighs had become thick, full and shapely.

"Is that it?" Sara pouted.

Disappointed, she stopped stroking her son and stood up. As she did, Dave murmured something and her breasts quickly fattened 2 cup sizes larger. Sara smirked.

"That'll do," she sighed and shrugged.

Sara returned to the kitchen and started washing the pile of dishes in the sink.

In the living room, the clinking silverware roused Dave from his deep slumber. His beaten penis pulsed angrily as it stood firm. He felt horny - blueballed even, despite having just busted in his mom's throat a few minutes prior. Was this his normal state now? He'd have to do something about that. He didn't want to be irritably horny all the time.

Groggily, Dave sauntered toward the kitchen with his huge rigid cock leading the way. It extended a comical distance in front of him and waggled with each step. He actually had to concentrate on keeping his balance.

When Dave staggered into the kitchen, he gawped at his Mom's new stature. She was taller than any woman he had ever seen. Sara was standing with her back to him while she washed the dishes, giving Dave a beautiful view of her rear. Her hips easily cleared the countertop and her head wasn't too far from the ceiling. Her massive ass cheeks wobbled from side to side as she vigorously scrubbed a plate.

Dave was drawn toward his giant mother as if his cock was magnetized. He collapsed against her plush ass, embracing her heavenly buns against his chest. His gigantic penis slotted between his mom and the sink. Dave relished the feeling of her body pushing against his cock.

"Hey sleepyhead," Sara purred, continuing to washing the dishes.

Dave was too busy sinking into his Mom's ass to reply. He sighed contently as he squeezed her enormous butt between his arms.