Oh yes, daddy!

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

"Damn it, d-daddy!" You said, your voice shaken and high pitched from the sheer embarrassment from calling your son by such a title. His name simply refused to leave your lips. "This is not okay, d-d-... Damn it!"

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

Your face was burning bright red from a whirlwind of emotions, and the gravity of your situation became lost on you long enough to forget your parental role as a mother and do something that, well...

Something that you would've done to one your old boyfriends when they were acting like immature assholes.

"Stop screwing around!" You demand, rushing onto Mike's bed as he lay giggling on his side. Startled by your response, he offers little resistance when you push his shoulder and **** him onto his back. You swiftly and firmly sit down on and straddle his hard abdomen before grabbing his wrists to pin them down into the bed next to his head, his long 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 you mounted him, but he was still grinning like an idiot, and he looked up into your eyes with his own wide orbs before looking down to check out the sloshing melons looming over him.

He remained silent, and as the seconds dragged on, you began to realize what you were doing, and the anger inside of you dried up while your wet throbbing pussy did the opposite against his hard abs. The shame and nervousness was still there, but you couldn't deny your feeling anymore after what you'd just done. It was as if your body was telling you what it was craving, despite who you were craving it from. With the rise of arousal and your carnal lust for experiencing pleasure long forgotten about, your inhibitions certainly dropped.

"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."

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

You immediately felt a spark of guilt at seeing your son make that face, but it wasn't strong enough to calm your aggravated nerves. You 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?" You asked, your 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." You 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, your 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 your lips.

"Hey daddy, can you pass the potatoes?" You softly 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 pants."

"I-..." You say, suddenly brought back to your twisted reality once again at your son's vulgar words, your face as red as a tomato. Just as you're about to say something, to snap at him to watch his mouth, you realize that he's right. Calling him daddy wasn't nearly as crazy as how you had been acting ever since he turned you back to normal.

Instead of exploding with anger, you were surprised to find yourself exploding into a fit of laughter on top of him, so much so that you fall onto your side next to him on the bed.

What the hell was happening to you?

Once your laughter finally settled and you found the courage to open your eyes, you see Mike laying next to you in very close proximity, propped up on an elbow facing you as his hungry eyes were glued to your 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 you knew and had suffered many headaches over, and the meaty outline of his ten-inch cock was threatening to rip through his tight orange briefs. Even you were surprised by the next words that left your inviting lips.

"Wanna' play with my new tits, daddy?" You sheepishly asked, sealing the idea that you'd simply lost your mind, but you were too fucking horny to care at that point.

Mike looked up to your sweating face in shock and with wide eyes, and judging by his reaction, you 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 you sat up in his bed.

"Use that gadget of yours to wish me up a bottle of wine." You 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 your lap. You picked it up, bit down on the exposed cork, pulled it out with your teeth, and began chugging its sour red nectar as 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 your mouth and down onto your shirt. When you finally pulled away, the bottle looked to be emptied by a third, and your head already seemed to feel a bit buzzed. Well, it was already buzzed, but now more-so from the warm **** swimming around in your stomach.

"Ahh..." You sighed as you pulled off of it, 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. "Well, come on then, daddy." You giggled.

Mike didn't need anymore encouragement, and he slid right on over to the spot next to you on the edge as you put the bottle down on the carpet and casually removed your shirt. Your big round tits sloshed and bounced around in the room's chilly air, and you already loved the way they felt on your 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... These feel even better than I thought they were going to..."

You were surprised at how sensitive they were, and you let out a soft shaky moan when his other hand reached across to grab the other. Your 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.

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

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

This was officially the biggest cock you've ever had the chance to play with, and your patience in waiting to do so was short.

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

Up close, it looked even bigger than before. Wanting to get the full picture, you 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 your open-mouthed expression. It was smooth, hairless, and his balls were slightly large than gold balls, completely swollen and mushed together in his tight sack.

"Jesus, daddy!" You said in amazement as you 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 big enough?"

Mike chuckled at your sarcastic question.

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

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

The thoughts you had in regards to who you were jerking off were now lost to you entirely, and your pussy was threatening to soak the entire midsection of your yoga pants as your big boobs jiggled around on your chest along with your arms' movement.

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

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

You grinned as you looked up into his pleasure-riddled expression, moving your hands faster along his length.

"Cum for me, daddy." You moan, relishing in the feeling of power you had over him, how he was utterly at the mercy of your moving grip. "Cum all over your mommy's big fucking titties."

Your words seemed to push him over the edge, and his cock began gushing with the biggest load of cum you've ever seen produced, by anyone. You flinched when the first few shots hit your chin, and shivered with amazement as more followed, drenching your neck and tits with hot white seed. It just kept coming out as you continued to work his fat shaft with both hands, and by the time it was over, a thick layer of cum had covered the top half-of your 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 your dainty hands.

You sighed, 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." You said, managing a giggle as you scooped up some of the cum from your breasts. Being that you've gone this far down the road of unholy taboo already, you didn't see the harm in giving his goo a little taste test. Your eyes lit up when you put a slimy finger in your mouth, continuing further by licking your hands clean, then your breasts themselves, 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.

Once most of your front-torso was cleaned of magically-altered cum and slick with your own saliva, you looked forward and saw that Mike's cock was still a dripping mess as it hung between his legs. After taking another few gulps of your wine, you giggled and slowly leaned in, licking the tip of your son's cock, causing it to twitch with interest while Mike soon propped himself up on his elbows, looking down in amazement as his closet-slut of a mother proceeded to grab his cock and lick every single inch of it clean. By the time your 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."

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

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

Believe it or not, you didn't care in the least.

The only thing you wanted was your son's fat fucking dick in your cock-starved cunt.

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

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

Soon, you were bouncing up and down half of his cock, which was all that your unused pussy would allow you to take. You were moaning, gasping, and crying out each time Mike's wildly twitching cock bottomed out stretched your electrified pussy to the brink

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

However, through the roaring rush of pleasure, you flinched and cried out when one of Mike's large hands gave your 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 you. "But it looks like you need some help getting it all the way in. You're welcome, in advance."

"W-What are you-... Ahh!" You screamed at the top of your lungs as any feeling of pain you were experiencing shifted into raw euphoria in an instant. You had half of his cock still in your pussy, and while it was still hugging it as tight as before, a strange sort of emptiness appeared in your abdomen right above where his thick head was twitching.

You feel Mike's hands tightly grab at your shapely hips, and then, just as you turned to look over your shoulder with wide eyes and a moaning open mouth, he pulls you down, and your soaked cunt eats up the remaining inches of his huge cock with ease. When your ass is firmly planted in your son's lap, your eyes roll back in your head as any thoughts in your head scramble completely. Completely impaled on Mike's big hard dick, you lose any strength you have left in your legs while your body shivers and shudders like you've just been electrocuted by the sudden orgasm attacking your nervous system.

The only time it began to subside was when Mike used his impressive strength to lift you 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 you.

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

You were suddenly whirled around with the front of your body and the side of your face buried into Mike's bed, not that you were really aware of what was happening or being said. Your orgasm was still going strong, and you might as well have become your son's living flesh light for the rest of the night as he began ruthlessly fucking your indestructible elastic pussy doggy-style.

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

The only thing you knew for sure was that Mike filled up your bottomless cunt enough times with his thick cum to get you 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 you in every position you were capable of being in, and you didn't regret a single moment of it all.

When consciousness eventually returned, you were alone laying in Mike's bed with gentle morning sun-rays peeking in through the 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 you wanted to do was cuddle with someone and forget about the world for as long as you were able to, but you settled for snuggling with the king-sized pillow that your head was resting on until that time came.