a night of fun with mommy

The ability to change anything with a word or a thought and a simple snap of the fingers makes it difficult to not just casually re-organize the norms of reality.

John’s mom howled, the throaty and primal sound coming from her gasping lips, a far cry from her usual matronly attitude.

“Oh…. OH, John! My baby-hah-boy, you’re such a good-hah-very good son…” she said, her voice almost drunken as her immense length entered with a “plap” into her son’s incredibly padded behind before sliding out with each lengthy stroke, the sound of flesh on flesh, wet and slimy in the darkness of the master bedroom. Her life-giving hips moved with an alacrity that defied the concept of her being aged in anyway, a gift from the boy she was now fucking so eagerly, a boy who looked absolutely delirious with his own perverse sense of joy. His fetishized form bounced each time Anne messed his transformed anus, it’s pulsing heat now designed to pull every last drop from this very spear of milf-cock now pummeling his behind.

“Mommy’s so-hah-proud to have such a very..very…very…..very…….”

Anne’s rambling chant panted on, her expression twisting into bliss as she lost track of the thought, her massive phallus began to twitch and bulge in her son's ass. Primal urges practically **** her to impale the boy then, both of them grunting lewdly as they each experienced Anne’s climax from differing ends. John’s eyes stared in blank euphoria, his face mashed against the pillows as a mass of his mother’s spunk suddenly warmed his belly, filling him in an instant before, again and again, her surging dick splattered his insides. Beneath, his mother’s fingers worked, squeezing and running quickly over John’s own tiny dick, her pace so frantic in her own moment of bliss that John was helpless but to add his own pitiful mess to the sheets below moments later.

After an orgasm that lasted long enough to leave John with a miniature pregnancy, Anne finally settled on top of her gasping son, covering the boy completely with her slightly taller and curvier body. Two massive tits swelled to either side on her son's back as her chest heaved, cock-head still held by the vice of John's fertile boy-puss.

"Th-that was-mmhm… lovely…" Anne pured into her son's ear, her slowly wilting two-foot flesh-pole stirring for just a moment as her hot breat on his cheek caused the lustful femboy to clench reflexively onto his mother.

*Snap*

A drunken smile split halfway across the boy's plumped lips as he turned his face towards the woman who'd carried him, all-too elated by his fortunate circumstances.

"It was my pleasure mom…" he hummed in reply as his lips met her's, sharing in a kiss full of the loving warmth of a mother after a good anal fuck.

It was slow to begin, a sensitive search of one another, the awareness of the cock still half-pulsing inside John's plump ass making the familial kiss carry an undertone of repressed urgency.

As they split from the kiss, staring towards each other in the dark, John smiled up at the hot futa milf.

"Hey, mom, I've got something I wanted to show ya"

"Snap"

It began in her chest, her heavy breasts tingling in a way that caused a whorish grunt to come up from her lungs. Searing pleasure shot through the middle of them, seeming to split her tits laterally as waves of… something seemed to move in opposing directions. Her already massive tits felt as if they were becoming more… fuller… and yet not quite?

In the midst of moaning deliriously and trying to figure out what was happening she suddenly felt eerily similar sensations happening at her shoulders and… at the base of her almost vibrating cock.

"Wha-what'sss…happening to mee…" she gasped, turning her eyes down towards her sweaty chest, unable to make Out what was happening in the dark as the mind-warping sensations continued to ripple through her various parts.

"Oh… just giving you something special, ma" John replied with an eagerness as he twisted his deliciously plump ass cheeks against his mothers growing cock.

Wait… Anne blinked. She could feel her huge cock, sequestered between her own taught belly and resting in the crevice of John's ass-cleavage before bumping up against her own softly billowing tits.

So why then could she also feel the heat and the gooeyness of her son's anus gripping her so tightly as well? She was certain that the boy was entirely impaled at that moment, the feeling of her own considerable spunk swirling around inside him an easy reminder of why it had been there in the first place.

Quickly, a bemused Anne stood up, pulling free from her son's gaping tunnel with a squelch and a splat as the cork bottling up her immense load was let free.

She stared down at herself, amazed, as, after separating her proud and incredibly heavy tits she was met by a whole second set of breasts below the first. After staring for a second in disbelief, she hefted her second set aside, only to realize that these were not the hands nor arms that were already holding her top-most titties. She watched in shocked amazement, following the bizare sight of her second set of arms attached to her just under where her first set started from her shoulders. Moreso, looking at her arms, her chest, feeling the weight of her oversized melons, she realized that she looked as if she'd been hitting the gym with clear signs of corded muscle all along her shoulders and all of her arms. Even more so she felt as if… energized? Despite the added weight on her chest she felt lighter than ever, ready to do anything in that moment.

Eager even to do something… exciting and strenuous.

"Like it?" A voice asked her.

She looked up then, seeing her boy staring at her in the dim light, his eyes clearly pointing elsewhere than where her arms and chest were.

She glanced down, following the line of that gaze, finally remembering the similar feeling that had come from her elongated milf-dick.

As she expected, she found not one immense futa cock but two, each of them just as impressively large as her previous.

"I- I don't know what to say." She gasped after a long moment in which she took in the pair of intimidating silhouettes, contrasted over the backdrop of John's bubbly thighs, his own tiny cock pointing as if in a desire to touch the giants standing overhead.

"This…" she reached with one of her new hands, throat catching as her fingers traced over a cock, hardly able to believe the sight before her.

"Thats right mom, that's your real body… and I can do more… if you want." He said, his voice high and breathy as he took in the invigorating shape standing so far above him.

He had not just given her a doubling of cock, breasts and arms but also added to her musscle as well as a healthy bump to her height, turning her from the beautiful milf from before into something altogether new.

She looked up at his words, seeing him spread eagle on the bed before her, his wide hips bent so his tiny dick stood high, giving her a clear view of his tiny sack and below the shape of his anus which even now drooled her musk-laden spunk.

The confusion and amazement settled elsewhere in the back of her mind, her mind turning instead to the prospects of what she could do with this strength, this bubbling energy and with so much more… girth.

John squealed in delight as his mother hefted him like no more than the toddler he had been once upon a time, bringing him high enough to settle at the perfect height to cause one massive schlong to tease along his sensitive perineum. Even holding him high, his knees jolting at each feathery touch of her cock-heads, she had no difficulty in using one of her four arms to collect both of the steely masts, placing both tips at her son's spunk-drooling anus.

A momentary worry surfaced in her mind at her sudden aggressiveness, a feeling soon squashed by the unbelievable tightness of having both of her flanged heads slide in, basically popping into place under the hot vice of his already slippery tunnel.

The next few hours were a blur of sweat and slippery bliss. Anne handled the femboy like her personal cocksleeve, filling him to the point of bursting over and over as the bed and the floor around quickly became a slippery sticky mess. Moans of delight added to the constant sounds of fecund fornication as their "playing" turned evermore slimy. Anne's **** of her boy's ass continued, repeated over and over as her seemingly endless regeneration of seed continued throughout the night. Not to say that she didn't get the proper use out of John's plump lips and delicate hands.

There were breaks of course, moments when Anne's older, more caring side surfaced. Moments in which she just held John's much smaller form, whispering her love for him, of her pride for her devoted cock-tease.

Birds chirped in the growing morning light as the two finally settled, John's voluptious little form ensconced within his mother's warm and many arms, both of them mussed in their caking love.