A chat with mom

Shuffling awkwardly, Blake slurped up another bite of noodles.

His improved dick had been somewhat hard to hide, with his nearly limitless stamina it didn’t matter that he’d just shot off once up stairs. He was still feeling the excitement of what had happened between him and his double from earlier. So as he’d walked down the stairs and to the kitchen he’d had to hide his semi tenting his crotch all the way. It was possible he didn’t have to worry about it, he had made that a change that was retro-active in nature so maybe his sisters and mom were just used to seeing something bulging his pants. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that possibility, after the near-miss in his room earlier he found some inner turmoil in the knowledge that his family may be aware that he was packing.

Shaking the worrying thoughts from his mind, he tried to instead focus on the meal before him.

“So how’s school dear? You’re not hiding anyone special from your dear old ma, are you?”

His mom was the only other person nearby, doing as she’d said to talk with him. She worked away at the sink, washing up the dishes left over from the meal which Blake had apparently been late for.

From the playful tone of her voice Blake could tell that the woman was enjoying the idea that he was secretly hiding just such a person from her because of embarrassment or some other complicated mix of emotions.

“No…” he chuckled wryly. “It’s all online, how am I supposed to be hiding someone when I can’t even meet anybody in the first place?” It was the truth, he rarely interacted with his classmates, only when it was required from some assignment and even then he had trouble making any sort of connection that way.

The woman however seemed to interpret his slightly harsher than normal words as something else.

“Oooh! So there is someone!” she said, looking over her shoulder to give him “a look”.

He realized then that maybe he had come off a little stronger than intended. He was hiding a girl after all… just not one from his classes… or this reality. He didn’t know how to respond to his mother’s insinuation as the woman just kept cleaning dishes and occasionally giving him knowing glances. So he averted his eyes, mumbling something about “being hungry” as he ate.

The girl up in his room was both a point of worry and excitement for the sexually imaginative boy. To have someone else in on his personal fixations, someone to be possibly a template for all the changes he wanted to test out on others and who would probably enjoy it as much as him.

Speaking of which… he reached inside of his pocket, momentarily confused when he couldn’t find anything there…

His eyes shot wide, suddenly aware that the power to change the universe now lay back in his room away from him and… in easy grasp of the girl he’d just created!

He jumped from his seat, wincing as his dick slapped a leg of the table with a hard “thwap”.

“I’ll uh… be right-”

He hadn’t noticed, since being focused on his thoughts and the food but apparently his mom had finished with cleaning and had just sat down at the table off to the side of his own space.

“Oh please stay for a bit dear.” she chided, standing to reach a hand out, blocking his path as he smarted from moving too quickly just now. “I never get to see you at home, you can go back once you’ve finished your food but for now I really want to just sit and talk.” her words were a little more forceful than normal, showing just how serious she was being.

Blake hesitated, he did love his mom, and all she had said was beginning to get to him. He felt… bad about it. He spared one last thought for his exposed phone and it’s reality shaping powers. It wasn’t like the thing was unlocked… it would probably be OK for a little longer if he spared some time for his mom.

“Uh-huh… sure. Sorry, I just forgot about something and I freaked out. It can wait.” He smiled bashfully at his elder.

She nodded, looking pleased to have gotten her way.

He then noticed that where she had blocked him from moving had involved her hand grabbing onto the half-hard pole of his foot long shaft. He quickly jumped back to his seat, heat rising on his cheeks even as other parts rose further.

As always the nigh-saint of a woman was oblivious to what she had apparently just done to her own son. How she could catch on to the hesitance in his voice when she had asked about secret girlfriends but couldn’t recognize when she had literally grabbed his dick was thoroughly baffling to the boy.

He gave his mom a once over, thoughts stricken with lust as his dick swelled under the table as he sat.

A little on the shorter side, his mom had light brown hair that flowed just past her world-wearied shoulders. She wasn’t thin, though with her laborious work her body showed that of a woman capable, not built for immense weight or running long distances but of performing menial tasks for long duration. Despite being round at the waist she was curvy in the hips and bust, her body fit the bill as a mother, accustomed to giving birth and caring for them the old fashioned way.

For a moment, aware of the fact that this woman had just grabbed his dick, he entertained an image of what he thought she might look without the stuffy clothing covering her slightly rounded form.

A furious blush swelled on his face as he forcefully tugged his thoughts anywhere else.

What had that been?

Instead he brought a mouthful of noodles up to his mouth, unable to look in the woman’s direction for the moment.

“So what else is going on in my little boy’s exciting life?” she said, leaning forward just a little too closely for the boy’s frayed nerves.

“Uhm… not really much-”

An odd feeling rushed through Blake’s mind, causing him to tip his fork slightly as it neared his mouth. A rush which soon passed, disappearing into some forgotten reality.

Looking down, an annoyed look crossed her softer features. Some noodles had tipped off just as it was about to reach her mouth. Several stringy noodles now lay across her big, buoyant breasts.

Becca reached, careful not to lose her grip on the several strands for fear of them sliding down to disappear in her impressive cleavage.

Becca’s mom laughed, noticing her efforts. “Oh it’s OK dear, let me help.” and she did, reaching over to slide a finger across Becca’s exposed chest, leaving a trail of slime from the tasty meal as she scooped up one of the slimy strings.

Even more embarrassed, feeling her mother’s hand on her exposed breast after having her dick be inadvertently assaulted by her prior just caused her confused heart to beat faster as her dick bounced eagerly, ecstatic at the attention. When the woman put the noodle in her mouth and ate it Becca nearly lost control, her heart beat a staccato as her face flushed somehow even more.

“Oh, are you alright honey?” The older woman said, reaching a hand out to place it on Becca’s forehead. Apparently she had noticed the redness in the dick girl's features.

“Yeah, uh… just feeling a little warm haha…” Becca said, making a fanning motion with an embarrassed smile. “I just need some air is, uh… all.” She said as she reached to pull off the garment she had on over her deep v-neck.

“OH!” Becca’s mom startled, noticing her own body this time as it acted in a way she had not been expecting.

Her own massive breasts had just… sprung into activity, seemingly out of nowhere. The milky orbs, barely hidden under her cow print bikini, lay across the table top like two sacks of some heavy viscous fluid spreading out in their membranous containers.

“Sometimes these old girl’s just seem to have a mind of their own!” she said with a giggle, the small “gong”s of her cow bell at her collar reacting to her every slight jostle and twist.

Becca gaped for a moment, watching those beautiful, full breasts wobble like they had a delayed connection to the forces of gravity. She had to rip her gaze away with a conscious will, worried that her dick might explode and not in a good way.

She couldn't understand why she was reacting this way. Usually she didn’t perv on her own family, and especially her own mother like this. Of course she knew that her mom was beautiful, she was curvy in all the right places with hips and breasts that belied her chubby-slim waist. The many men fawning over her online, sending her money and gifts, enough so that Becca and her many sisters could live happily was proof enough of the woman’s beauty. Yet Becca had never seen any of her sisters or her mother as anything other than someone she loved, in a platonic and familial way. Now, however, every time she looked back at her mom’s expansive, exposed body she found a thrill rushing up and down her spine, focusing occasionally on the heartbeat that seemed to pulse exclusively through her foot long member.

As if noticing the cascading boobage brought a sudden memory forward. “Oh, I’m sorry honey! You must be thirsty, let me go get a glass!” she said, rising to do such. Becca couldn’t help but to drool over the sight, her body swayed, languorous like the animal her strained and miniscule clothing attempted to imitate. The swell of her body swayed, the fat that served to sexualize her matronly form following behind each sway of her hips. A thin strand of a tale moved, starting from a point just above the tiny strip of cloth that sunk deep into the crevice of her sensual ass. It twisted in the air behind her, lazy and slow.

Reaching for a glass, she didn’t go to the fridge or the sink, instead she walked towards her waiting daughter who was transfixed at the table, with a boner beginning to stain through her tented pajamas and onto the underside of the hard slab of wood before her. As always, the older woman seemed to be oblivious to the tension she was causing with her every motion.

Becca hadn’t been doing much eating, distracted by the curvy woman and the effects she was having on the horny dick-girl’s body. So as the older woman returned with a glass in hand the food on her plate cooled, barely even warm at this point and basically forgotten as Becca’s mom pulled a tit free, exposing the nubby glory to Becca’s salivating gaze.

“Hold on just a moment longer dear and I’ll have this glass filled up with something tasty.” Her lips moved into the shape of a smile as she glanced lovingly at her daughter, so unaware of just how much she was actually giving the girl right now.

With both hands on the mass of glorious flesh, she squeezed, coaxing, around the beading tip, a shudder clearly going through her body as her face twisted and eyes closed in the sign of intimate pleasure. Her pronounced nipple, hanging just over the waiting opening of the glass, began to spew a steady stream from the many life giving porous holes in the visually enticing organ.

Becca, for a time, lost her sense of who she was, where she was, eyes glued to the sight of her mother emptying one of her beautiful breasts, so full of the bountiful liquid. That became her only focus as her body reacted, heartbeat pounding at a speed that had her gasping.

Her mom looked to be enjoying herself just as much. Her eyes lidded over in euphoria with every surge of the white liquid, her body reacting in stimulation to the release of the built up pressure in her massive orb. Her knees shook, face growing red, mouth gaping wide, all the while she tried to maintain a clear view down at her daughter's drink. Milk sprayed everywhere, getting on the table, the glass and a few more explorative drops even landing on Becca’s meal.

The glass filled to brimming in what felt like moment’s to Becca’s entranced mind. She watched from where her mom’s hands squeezed, forming a circle around the spray cascading out her nipple to where it splashed over and over into the filled glass, spilling over the sides and making a huge mess.

“Uh…” Becca wet her lips, suddenly noticing how parched she felt. “Mom… I think it’s full.”

Becca’s mom’s hands continued to squeeze, almost in reflex as her eyes began to clear from the stimulating fugue. She shook her head, finally actually looking at the mess of milk spilling out of the less than adequate container.

“Oh!” she danced back a step, her hands finally releasing their eager grasp on her just noticeably smaller breast. Like she was still in a bit of a daze she spoke, confused. “Let me just… clean this up… yes.” On wobbly knees she went for a cloth, mechanically washing it in the sink, lost in her own head, her breast still exposed as if forgotten.

Becca barely paid attention the curious site of her mother wobbling, her cow-print bottoms seeming to sink into the woman's fatty bottom even more than it had before. She licked her lips as she picked up the milk covered glass from the table, ignoring that her hand was getting the frothy liquid all over it as she brought it up to her mouth.

She gulped it down, delighted in the feel of the fatty drink crawling its way down her throat. It took an effort of will not to just begin jacking off her straining member here and now as she drank her mother's filling milk.

Thick and delicious!