Oh yes, Daddy!

Mike was laughing so hard that he nearly fell off of his bed.

"Damn it, D-Daddy!" Melissa stammered, her voice shaken and high pitched from the sheer embarrassment that came along with calling her own son by such a title. His actual name simply refused to leave her lips. "This is not funny, D-Dad-... Damn it!"

"Y-You're right." He said between breathless chuckles. "It's hilarious!"

Melissa’s face was burning bright red from her whirlwind of humiliated emotions, and the gravity of her situation became lost on her long enough to forget about her parental role as a mother and do something that, well...

Something that she would've done to one of her old boyfriends when they were acting like an immature asshole.

"Stop screwing around!" She demanded, rushing onto Mike's bed as he lay giggling on his side. Startled by her response, he offered little resistance when she pushed his shoulder and **** him onto his back. She swiftly and firmly sat down on and straddled his hard abdomen before grabbing his wrists to pin them down into the bed next to his head, his muscular legs hanging off of the edge by several inches. "Boobs or not, I'm not about to be calling my own son ‘Daddy’, Daddy!"

Mike's laughs quickly stopped after she mounted him, but he was still grinning like an idiot, and he looked up into her eyes with his own wide orbs before they shifted and locked onto the sloshing melons looming over him.

He remained silent, and as the seconds dragged on, Melissa began to realize what she was doing, and the anger inside of her began to dry up while her throbbing wet pussy did the opposite against his hard abs. The shame and nervousness was still there, but she couldn't deny her feelings anymore after what she’d just done. It was as if her body was telling her what it was craving, despite who she was craving it from.

"Sorry, mom." Mike confidently stated. "You can either call me Daddy from now on, or you can go back to having small boobs again. Them's the brakes."

Melissa grit her teeth and glared at him, and his smile fell for a moment as a flash of worry came across his strikingly handsome face.

She immediately felt a spark of guilt at seeing her son make that face, but it wasn't strong enough to calm her still aggravated nerves. Melissa did, however, let go of his wrists and sat up straight on top of him, surprised at just how sturdy his belly was.

"... And nobody is going to think that it's weird?" She asked, her voice much softer and less aggressive.

"They shouldn't." Mike said with a shrug, arms still at his sides. "Even Gina and Tammy won't bat an eye if they heard you say it, but they'll probably think it's strange if I laugh about it." He snickered.

"You've got a strange sense of humor, Daddy. Shit! I mean, Da-... Oh, forget it." She sighed, visibly defeated.

"Oh, come on." Mike chuckled. "It's so absurd that it's funny. You, of all people, calling me Daddy? Here, watch. Just try to say my name in casual conversation, or something."

Looking down at him, you raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm... Daddy, clean up your room... Help me bring in the groceries, Daddy... How was your day, Daddy?"

Mike's half-stifled laughter was apparently contagious, because the slightest of smiles finally appeared on his mother’s lips.

"Hey Daddy, can you pass the potatoes?" She reluctantly giggled. "Do I have anything on my face, Daddy? ... Well, you're right about how absurd it sounds."

"Almost as absurd as how wet you are right now, Jesus." Mike said, this time without a laugh, and with a gruffness to his smooth voice. "Daddy's big busty girl might need to go change her panties."

"I-..." She began, suddenly brought back to her twisted reality once again at her son's vulgar words, her face as red as a tomato. Just as she’s about to say something, to snap at him to watch his mouth, she realizes that he was right. Calling him Daddy wasn't nearly as crazy as how she had been acting ever since he turned her back to normal.

Instead of exploding with anger, Melissa was surprised to find herself exploding into a fit of hysterical laughter on top of him, so much so that she fell onto your side next to him on the bed.

What the hell was happening to her?

Once her laughter finally settled and she found the courage to open her eyes, she saw Mike laying next to her in very close proximity, propped up on an elbow and facing her as his hungry eyes were glued to her bust, which seemed to visibly jiggle underneath your form-fitting top at even the slightest bit of motion.

He looked so... big, and manly. So unlike the son she knew and had suffered many headaches over, and the meaty outline of his ten-inch cock that was threatening to rip through his tight orange briefs was something that she absolutely couldn’t ignore. Even you were surprised by the next words that left your inviting lips.

"Wanna' play with my new tits, D-Daddy?" Melissa sheepishly asked, sealing the idea that she’d simply lost her mind, but she were too fucking horny and mentally worn down to care at that point.

Mike looked up to her sweating face in shock and with wide eyes, and judging by his reaction, she didn't completely suspect that he had planned this out.

"W-Wait, seriously?" He asked, already extending a hand towards them.

"On one condition."

His hand froze just an inch shy of her big breasts, and he gave her a suspicious look as she sat up in his bed.

"Use that gadget of yours to wish me up a bottle of wine." She said, giving him a weak smile. "I think I'll need a drink for this."

Mike paused for the briefest of moments to find where his magical device was, picked it up from where it had fallen on the floor, and then began typing.

Out of thin air, a dark green bottle appeared and gently landed in Melissa’s lap. She picked it up, bit down on the exposed cork, pulled it out with her teeth, and began chugging its sour red nectar as if it was water and if you had been stranded out in the middle of the desert all day.

Several drops leaked out from the corners of her mouth and down onto her shirt. When she finally pulled away, the bottle looked to be emptied by a third, and she was already feeling the buzz. Well, she was already buzzed and light-headed, but now more-so from the warm **** swimming around in her stomach.

"Ahh..." She sighed, then scooched over towards the edge of the bed and looked back at Mike, who looked way too excited to play with his mom's tits. To be fair, this was likely the first pair of breasts that he was being given complete access to explore, and even Melissa couldn’t deny how tempting and squeezable they looked as they sloshed and jiggled around in front of her. "Well, come on then, Daddy." She giggled and blushed.

Mike didn't need any more encouragement, and he slid right on over to the spot next to her on the edge as she put the bottle down on the carpet and casually removed her shirt. Her big round tits bounced around in the room's chilly air, and she already loved the way they felt on her slender torso, the way they stayed near-perfectly-round but had enough of a teardrop shape to almost appear natural, and especially the way they felt when Mike's muscular arm wrapped around your neck and softly cupped one of them.

"Oh my fucking god, mom… I could die happy right now..."

Melissa was surprised at how sensitive they were, and she let out a soft shaky moan when his other hand reached across to grab the other. Her double-D-cup jugs weren't mind-numbingly sensitive, but the way Mike's fingers began to more roughly dig into and squeeze their plush flesh was certainly nice, to say the least.

Her eyes flicked away from his clumsy hands and towards the raging rod in his boxers. Almost reflexively, Melissa’s hand slowly reached out and gently grabbed it, causing Mike to gasp and grunt along with her soft moans. It was absolutely huge, not that she wasn't aware of it before. Long, thick, and rock-solid. After some effort, she soon had it fished out from the opening the the front of his briefs, and her eyes wanted to pop out of her head like a cartoon character at the bare sight of it. Hell, she wasn't even able to wrap her fingers around its mighty girth, and the glop of clear precum oozing from its perfectly-shaped tip was quickly used to aid in the messaging of her son's twitching cock.

After a couple of minutes, she simply couldn't take it anymore.

This was officially the biggest cock Melissa ever had the chance to play with, and her patience in waiting to do so was now very limited.

Mike seemed surprised when she pulled away from his grasp, but his eyes shot open as wide as could be when she slowly slid off of the bed and got down on her knees in front of him.

Up close and right in front of her face, it looked even bigger than before. Wanting to get the full picture, she grabbed the hem of his briefs and motioned for Mike to lift up slightly, to which he did without hesitation. The briefs slid off and landed at his ankles, and his huge dick freely flopped out in front of Melissa’s open-mouthed expression, startling her a bit when it bumped up against chin. It was smooth, hairless, and his balls were slightly larger than golf balls, completely swollen and mushed together in his tight sack.

"Jesus, Daddy!" Melissa said in amazement as she reached forward and grabbed onto it with both hands, slightly more afraid of his twitching cock's size than anything else that had transpired within the last twenty-four hours. "Did you make it b-big enough?"

Mike chuckled at his mother’s half-sarcastic question.

"It was about three times that size a few hours ago." He said, which caused her to look up into his toothy smile with horror. "This is just more comfortable to lounge around with."

"Nu-uh." She argued, slowly stroking its length and eliciting a groan from her son. "'Comfortable' is what you had before it changed at all. Now, it's just... fucking massive! Holy shit."

The thoughts Melissa had in regards to who she was jerking off were now lost to her entirely, and her pussy was threatening to soak the entire midsection of her yoga pants as her big tits jiggled around on her chest along with her arms' movement. After maybe about half a minute, Mike spoke in a soft and shaky voice.

"M-Mom, I think I'm about to-... About to-..."

Mike didn't need to say anything, really. She could tell that he was on the verge of cumming by how his cock became ever-so harder and began to twitch more frequently.

Melissa grinned devilishly as she looked up into his pleasure-riddled expression, moving her hands faster along his length.

"Cum for me, Daddy." She whispered, seductively but demanding, relishing in the feeling of power she had over him in that moment, how he was utterly at the mercy of your moving grip. "Cum all over your mommy's big fucking titties."

Her words seemed to push him over the edge, and his cock began gushing with the biggest load of cum that she’s ever seen produced, by anyone. Melissa flinched when the first few shots hit her chin, and she shivered with amazement as more followed, drenching her neck and tits with globs of her son’s hot white seed. It just kept coming out as she continued to work his thick shaft with both hands, and by the time it was over, a thick layer of cum had covered the top half of her breasts and was dripping down onto the carpet and your bare thighs.

Mike collapsed onto his back with a blissfully dopey smile on his face, breathing deeply as his huge cock slowly began to deflate ever-so-slowly in Melissa’s smallish hands.

She sighed with amused satisfaction, slowly releasing his dick and letting it bob around between his muscular thighs freely.

"You're going to need to work on your endurance, Daddy." She teased, managing a giggle as she scooped up some of the cum from her breasts. Being that she’s gone this far down the unholy road of blatant taboo already, she didn't see the harm in giving his goo a little taste test. Her eyes lit up when she put a slimy finger in her mouth, then continued further by licking her hands clean, then the tops of her smooth creamy breasts, desperately moaning like a bitch in heat all-the-while. God, who could've guessed how fun this was? Pornstars, maybe. But then again, pornstars weren't slurping up cum that tasted exactly like vanilla cake frosting, Melissa mused to herself.

Once most of her front-torso was cleaned of magically-altered cum and was now slick with her own saliva, Melissa looked forward and saw that Mike's cock was still a dripping mess as it hung and twitched between his legs. After taking another few gulps from the wine bottle on the floor, she giggled and slowly leaned in, licking the tip of her son's cock, causing it to twitch hard with interest while Mike soon propped himself up on his elbows, looking down in amazement as his closeted slut of a mother proceeded to grab his cock and lick every single inch of it clean. By the time her tongue was slurping on his silky-smooth balls, Mike's gut-shovel was at full-mast in your grip once more.

"Jesus Christ, mom." Mike said with a weak chuckle as he held up the device. "Just so you know, I haven't done anything to you with this thing since I changed you back. Well, aside from your tits and the 'Daddy' quirk."

Melissa didn't say anything, nor did you give Mike any kind of expression as she stood up from the floor and shimmied her yoga pants off, revealing her glistening wet snatch.

"This is all you, believe it or not."

Believe it or not, she didn’t give any fucks one way or the other.

The only thing Melissa wanted was her own son's fat fucking dick in her cock-starved cunt.

Fully naked, she turned around while keeping a grip on Mike's twitching pole's tip. She then carefully bent over, lining her pussy up with his huge cock. She pressed down, feeling its girthy head push against the quivering lips of his first apartment. With a bit of effort, she felt her walls stretch as he slowly slipped inside, causing both of them to let out moaning gasps.

As Melissa desperately pushed down, ignoring the pain that came from the initial stretching, she was only able to take about three solid inches of it before she had to pull off. The task became increasingly difficult as she slowly lowered and raised her hips. The pain was subsiding as the pleasure increased and her pussy slowly became accustomed to his size, but this only caused her knees to weaken and her mind to be clouded with a barrage of very intense sensations.

Soon, she was bouncing up and down on the upper-half of his cock, which was all that her unused pussy would allow her to take. She was moaning, gasping, and crying out each time Mike's wildly twitching cock bottomed out further stretched her electrified pussy.

Maybe about two minutes into this, Melissa could already feel herself on the brink of a powerful climax.

However, through the roaring rush of pleasure, she flinched and cried out when one of Mike's large hands gave her big toned ass a stinging slap, one that definitely would be leaving a bright-red and swollen hand-print behind.

"Don't get me wrong, this feels awesome, mom." He chuckled from behind her. "But it looks like you need some help getting it all the way in. You're welcome, in advance."

"W-What are you-... Ahh!"

Melissa screamed at the top of her lungs as any feeling of pain she was experiencing shifted into raw euphoria in an instant. She still had half of his cock in her pussy, and while it was still hugging Mike’s member as tightly as before, a strange sort of emptiness appeared in her abdomen right above where his thick head was twitching.

Mike's strong hands grabbed at her shapely hips, and then, just as she turned to look over her shoulder with wide eyes and an open moaning mouth, he pulled her down, and her soaked cunt ate up the remaining inches of his huge cock with ease. When her ass was firmly planted in her son's lap, Melissa’s eyes rolled back in her head as any thoughts she had were scrambled completely. Now fully impaled on Mike's big hard dick, she lost any strength she had left in her legs, and her body shivered and shuddered like she’d just been electrocuted by the sudden orgasm attacking her nervous system.

The only time it began to subside was when Mike used his impressive strength to lift her off of his cock by a few inches, but it immediately returned when he thrust his powerful hips upward and buried its entirety right back into her.

"Oh yeah, now that's what I'm fucking talking about." Mike growled, primal lust dripping from his words. "Thanks for not letting me feel guilty about this, you dirty slut."

She was suddenly whirled around, and the front of Melissa’s body along with the side of her face was slammed into Mike's bed, not that she was really aware of what was happening or being said anymore. Her orgasm was still going strong, and she might as well have become her son's living fleshlight for the rest of the night as he began ruthlessly fucking her indestructible elastic pussy doggy-style.

By morning, everything after that very moment was a haze when she tried to recall what had happened.

The only thing Melissa knew for sure was that Mike filled up her bottomless cunt enough times with his thick cum to get her pregnant a dozen times over, mumbling and moaning and screaming and mindlessly wailing different variations of "fuck me Daddy" all throughout the magical ordeal while he fucked her in every position that she were capable of being in or folding into, and she didn't regret a single moment of it all.

When consciousness eventually returned, she was alone laying in Mike's bed with gentle morning sun-rays peeking in through his black-out curtains, completely clean of any sweat or semen or other sorts of bodily fluids while blissfully rolling around underneath brisk sheets.

All Melissa wanted to do was cuddle with someone and forget about the world for as long as she was able to maintain her sleepy state, but she settled for snuggling with the king-sized pillow that her head was resting on until that time came.