That remains to be seen.

"I'm glad to hear that, little pervert..." Anne purred, her half-lidded, lustful gaze wandering over James' throbbing, reddened pole. Every vein was standing out from the velvetty skin starkly, pulsing with his heartbeat and sending tiny quakes through the overendowed young man's humonguous breasts. His mother began to stroke the top of his fat shaft gently, tracing one of the thick veins with her hand; leaning forwards, she breathed into James' ear: "But the movie has barely even started, naughty boy... will you be able to endure it? Or is mommy going to break you...?"

"No, m-mom! I'll be good, I can t-take it, Ah-I promise!" James was babbling, pleading, his words slurred and barely comprehensible as his hips bucked ineffectually against the weight of his nuts and breasts, cock bobbing up and down where it stuck from the four fat orbs. But he knew he had to pass his mother's tests, make her proud, be her obedient little fucktoy... the mere thought pulled his slack mouth into a dopey grin as his tongue lolled from his mouth.

"Very good, little pervert!" The sensation of his mother's hot breath on his ear made James shudder lustfully - a motion that became stronger when Anne's hand travelled over the swell of his bosom, flicking her son's diamond-hard left nipple and finally came to rest on James' almost painfully hard erection, just above where the belt held back the pre-cum slowly expanding his nuts. "Of course, mommy's going to make it really... hard... for you..."

Nibbling on James' earlobe, Anne sent another shiver through his body - and began to stroke her son's gargantuan shaft anew. Of course, it's sheer girth made it more into a petting motion. Not that James could handle even that, head lolling over the backrest of the sofa, every limb slack and twitching except for the titanic schlong that eclipsed even his legs in size. Every touch on his cock sent electric shocks through James, shaft lurching and nuts tightening and pulling against his crotch, trying in vain to **** the pre they were producing outwards and upwards. Maybe it was his lust-addled mind, but James swore he could hear a gurgling, groaning sound - he was absolutely sure, however, that the melon-sized nuts were getting heavier with every passing second.

"My, would you look at that, little pervert. Isn't that Nadia gorgeous?" With her free hand, Anne supported her son's head and helped him look at the screen where the main character was doing his best to flirt with an Eastern European beauty. Her build, her breasts, her perfect, heart-shaped face... James couldn't help but buck his hips. "Mhmm~... I knew it. Tell me, naughty boy. Would you like to fuck her like you did your mother? Stuff her full with your cock?"

James could barely even nod, a twitch in his nuts making him tense up as they gurgled and pulsed bigger.

"Too bad, little pervert..." Anne lowered James' head back against the sofa, tracing a line down her son's neck that made him shudder erotically. Her index finger trailed over James' clavicle and began to move towards the swell of his breasts, where the tops of his pectoral muscles disappeared under ever more breastflesh. "Mommy isn't going to share you just like that. You're my fucktoy, remember that! You will not even touch another woman unless I order you to. Your ridiculous shaft is all mine!"

Anne's left was gripping the top of James' mighty pole tightly, possessively, almost painfully. As his hips twitched, a part of James marveled at how his mother was getting rather incensed - her usually so clipped, controlled tone that had been softening ever since he'd thrown the tainted sports drink at her gone entirely as she almost ranted.

"Y-yes, Mommy... I'm--mmgh! Yours, your f-fucktoy... yours alone..."

"Good little pervert," Anne growled, rubbing one of the pulsing veins running along the top of James' cock as her right hand slipped between his gargantuan melons, disappearing first up to the wrist, then half the forearm, and finally up to the elbow. Only then did Anne reach the base of her son's shaft and squeezed the sensitive skin. James' nuts reacted by almost slamming into his crotch, bulging and gurgling with thick seed. "And even though Mommy had to help you, you're doing rather well. Look, we're almost 15 minutes in!"

James' eyes shot open, heart thundering and making his cock and nipples bob with every beat. He could barely think, every twitch of his mammoth trunk or his heaving melons feeling like a not-so-minor orgasm, his mother's every touch making his entire body buzz with pleasure... and he still had more than an hour to go?!

"M-mom--eeeh?!" James had wanted to say something, maybe protest, maybe concern - but every thought just up and left when Anne squeezed his cock again with both hands, prompting another mind-wreaking twitch in James' massive nuts. "Guuuh~..."

"Shhh, little pervert. No more talking, Mommy wants to watch the movie." While her left kept petting James' shaft were it protruded from between the swollen orbs of his breasts and his twitching testicles, Anne pulled her right hand out of her son's cleavage and let it wander over the enormous expanse of his breasts, relentlessly stimulating James. Of course, with his brain well-marinated in rampant arousal, the big-dicked and -titted young man didn't catch much of the movie himself. Luckily, Anne gave at least a little commentary: "You know, that curly-haired guy really reminds me of you, little pervert. Just as horny and just as little self control - I mean, do you see that? He's sticking his dick in that poor pastry! Of course, there's no way you'd do that, right?"

James could only groan. His heart was beating like crazy, chest heaving with his ragged breaths, cock constantly straining under his mother's hand - and with his testicles slowly stretching the skin of his ballsack taut, James had trouble just processing what Anne was saying. His hands were lying limply to his left and right, one pinned against his thigh by his mother's much meatier one, the other twitching weakly from time to time. It almost seemed as if all of James strength was focused in his angrily throbbing cock, what with his muscles completely limp and loose.

"What am I saying, of course you wouldn't, naughty boy. There's no pastry on this world that you could fit that ridiculous cock into!" Anne's laughter was somehow mocking and warm at the same time. Or maybe James was just too far gone to tell. "Buuut~... lucky for you, it does fit into me!"

Leaning forwards, her shoulder brushing against the swell of James' breast, Anne gave her son's giant, rock-hard pole a languid lick. Shuddering and groaning, James felt his cock flex and rise, pushing up between his tits before dropping back down, his overfilled nuts gurgling mightily as they tensed and twitched, the creaking belt digging into his swollen manmeat and doing an admirable job at holding back everything James so desperately needed to spill and keeping gallons of cum inside his aching balls. The moniker was more fitting than ever now, with them having reached a size rivaling beach balls...

"Mommy is actually kind of impressed, little pervert," Anne mused as she sat back up and continued watching the movie, left hand slowly making its way towards the base of James' shaft, pushing between the orbs of his tits and his nuts while Anne's right began to tease her son's puffy areolas. "Although more by that belt than you... I half expected you to have snapped it already with your massive... throbbing... cock..."

James' hips bucked without his conscious input. Hearing his mother breathe the word 'cock' sent electric shocks racing through his entire body, made worse - or better? - by Anne's questing hands. His breaths were deep, almost **** half-moans; he'd passed the 'desperately needing to cum' stage before the intro credits had been over. James was now in a sort of limbo state, were only pleasure mattered, only pleasure was. It was all he could feel, it was all he'd ever felt, Anne's fingers teasing and stimulating him mercilessly since time immemorial, as were her teasing and laughing...

"Oh. My god. That main character guy totally is like you, little pervert! He just came twice and he barely even touched her! All that cum, just wasted... Well, at least you have me to train you properly." James barely reacted when his mother suddenly got up, the warmth of her hands and thigh lingering on his skin. What did get a reaction was when James suddenly felt Anne's body warmth pressed against the underside of his cock, making him twitch and groan. "And since that movie has Mommy all hot and bothered, why don't we make this a little more... hard on you, naughty boy?"