"This is all your fault, Mrs. Halbert."
"What?" spluttered the woman.
"Yes, I'm afraid so," continued the School Psychologist, over riding the confused reaction of the mother on the other side of the desk. She again noted how unattractively the woman presented herself. Hair a dull brown, pulled into a very UNflattering bun, no makeup, lips pursed in a disapproving manner, Mrs. Halbert always seemed to view the world with disgust and censure.
"You have raised your son in such an over protective manner that he is now acting out in a completely unacceptable manner!" Being a School Psychologist didn't pay very much and the rewards were few. But taking down this sanctimonious, prissy bitch was fun.
The spluttering noise came to a halt and the Counselor continued; "Lance is eighteen. He has few if any friends. He has never dated. He does not participate in any after hours school activities. And now this! These reports are VERY disturbing!" She looked down at the papers on her desk. "His interactions with girls in school have become unacceptable. He has been reported many times since school started his senior year for attempting to grope or fondle them. He seemed to focus his attention on the more, um, 'developed' young ladies. His seeming obsession with breasts is unexpected. He had never displayed any such behavior prior to this year."
Mrs. Halbert frowned but did not interrupt. She drew her coat more carefully around her while the therapist continued. "It is my feeling that your son is suffering from what you might call 'late on-set adolescence'. Adolescence usually occurs much earlier. But because of your coddling, your over protective attitude, Lance's was delayed. That is, it has only been in the last several months that he has begun the process of finding himself attracted to girls. And in the case of your son, he has fixated on the most obvious of secondary sexual characteristics, the budding bosoms of his classmates!
"We believe that this, in part, is due to Lance never having been exposed, that is, he has not had the chance to become familiar with the differences to be expected between males and females. You have maintained a home where these issues have not been explored. Lance has not been exposed to, or experienced, these opportunities.
"You have protected him so well that he has no idea how to react to his feelings as he becomes mature! This has led to his current troubles!" Her voice was very firm as she lectured Mrs. Halbert.
"As I can see now for myself, you dress in an overwhelmingly modest way. You seem to extend every effort to play down your femininity. Your mode of dress, your mannerisms all are apparently designed to negate your being a woman. This, undoubtably, contributed to Lance's fixation. You have never allowed Lance to discover what a woman looks like. This has, in no small part, brought Lance to his present situation.
Mrs. Halbert took the opportunity to speak up. "You're right. I do dress more modestly than most women. But I have always been embarrassed by my appearance."
The counselor took a moment to compare herself with her visitor. Unlike the drab, dull looking woman on the other side of the desk the counselor was nattily dressed and well coiffed. And while she didn't feel it appropriate to show off on the job, she was proud of her Triple D cup, 42-25-36 figure. Her reverie was cut short as Mrs. Halbert continued.
"When I was growing up I was the butt of some awful teasing and bullying from the other girls. But I had no idea I was affecting Lance! I'm so ashamed of myself. I'll try anything to help Lance!
"What is it that you would recommend? My little boy is everything to me! His Father died in an accident before Lance was born and I have tried to raise him in a decent, respectable home! I don't want to think that he is misbehaving in school because of me! What can I do to help him?" Her voice was filled with concern.
"Well, Mrs. Halbert, that is what we have come to now. Our suggested course of, well, lets call it a treatment, shall we?
"We think that Lance needs to be acclimated to the presence of women in his life. To this point his curiosity has not been addressed. We, that is you, need to introduce this into his life in a caring and loving way! That will be a big first step in the process of allowing Lance to adjust and come to terms with his own sexuality!"
"I'm not sure I understand. What should I do?"
"First of all it would help if you were to be more open about your own appearance. Constantly hiding yourself from Lance and others has given him the message that the female body is a taboo subject. And of course, any thing that is perceived as off limits is extremely attractive to a young man such as Lance. If you could make an effort to be more, well, open and available in this area it would help Lance, a lot!"
"Ah, um, all right. I can try to do that. I do so want to help my little boy! But I'm still not sure what exactly I should try to do."
"I think you can stop thinking of Lance as your 'little boy' for a start. He's a fully grown man. The fact that he stands less than five and a half feet tall should not confuse you, believe me!
"Specifically, I would suggest that you give up the muumuus and kaftans! Wear something that will allow Lance to become used to the sight of a female body on a regular basis. You could be more attractive, or would be, that is, if you were to allow yourself to be so. For Lance's sake, take it upon your self to display your femininity on a regular basis! Be proud of being a woman! Take pride in your femininity! Display this pride to Lance!" Privately the Psychologist wondered if there was any real femininity to be displayed. But the Mother was at least responding positively!
"Go out and get yourself some clothes that flatter you. Wear things that display, highlight, even, your femininity!" If there was any there to display, she thought again.
"I will, Doctor, I will. I'll do anything for my little, that is, for Lance. He's my whole life!"
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Later she arrived at home after a trip to the mall and found Lance in his ubiquitous sweat pants and t-shirt, fiddling with his PS2 in the den.
"Can you help me unload the car, honey? And then we need to talk."
"Sure, Mommie, what'd ya get?"
"Just some clothes, let's get them inside and I'll tell you all about it."
....
"So, I guess what I'm trying to say, Lance, is that the therapist feels that at least part of your problem is that you have never been acclimated to the sight of grown women. And she feels that I can help you to be better adjusted if I stop wearing these frumpy things that I have always worn." It was twenty minutes after they had emptied the car and she was explaining what the she had discussed with the therapist.
"I have to admit that I'm not entirely sure how this is supposed to work or what you and I should do. But I really want you to be happy and well adjusted. So I'm going to do everything the therapist suggested. And the first thing I'm going to do is start wearing different clothes, and doing my makeup and changing my hair. It's been a long time but I'm going to try to look more attractive for my little man! I want you to be happy, honey!
"Now you go play and I'll get changed. See you for dinner in an hour? Okay?"
"Sure, Mommie. I suppose if it's going to help we should do what the Doctor ordered!" He laughed a little at his own joke and left her sitting in the living room.
Standing in front of her mirror several minutes later Mrs. Halbert tried to decide what to wear as she began this new chapter of her life. She knew what she looked like. She tried not to be ashamed as she looked at the image in the mirror. She had always been embarrassed by her figure. Too much here, not enough there. Her body was unattractive, she knew.
Still the School Psychologist had been clear. She was supposed to let Lance get an idea of what his Mommie looked like.
Sighing in resignation she reached for some of the new clothing and began to dress before heading down to cook dinner.
An hour later...
"Hey, Mommie, what's for GUH!" Lance stopped in his tracks as he entered the eat-in kitchen.
Was this his Mommie? Her hair wasn't in a bun at the back of her head. It was down around her shoulders. Three inch heels made her even taller than ever! He alway had to look up into her eyes and now he had to look even higher.
But the real difference was that his Mommie was wearing a dress. She hadn't worn a dress in years. Lance couldn't remember the last time he had seen his Mommie in a dress! He couldn't remember IF he had ever seen his Mommie in a dress. His Mommie always was shrouded in layers. And there weren't many layers here!
True, she was wearing a thin cardigan sweater against the chill of the afternoon, but it wasn't buttoned. And as she turned to smile at Lance he beheld a sight that almost stopped his heart. His Mommie's dress pushed out far beyond the sweater! In fact the sweater emphasized rather than hid just how large her breasts were!
Lance been aware in a general way that his Mommie had large breasts. But he had never seen them. He had had no idea that they could be this big! So round! So enormous! So much bigger than big! He could feel his eyes bugging out of his head as he beheld his Mommie and her new look.
The dress didn't make a big deal of them. But the dress did nothing to down play their enormity. The largest pair of breasts he had ever seen, ever imagined, his MOMMIE'S breasts, overwhelmed her torso! Even from the back he could see her bosom as it reached beyond the sides of her body. The outer edges of her bosom swung beyond the outside of her upper arms!
Lance could see the line of decorative buttons that marched upward from her waist to the demure neckline took a long march outward to follow the massive thrust of her bosom.
"Wh, wh, wow! Mommie! You luh, luh, look ..." He stood stock still, his mouth open while he gulped in air. He seemed struck dumb. He couldn't finish his sentence! After staring, open mouthed, for an eternity, he spun in the doorway and rushed back upstairs.
As she listened to her son leap up the staircase Mommie replayed what she had seen in those seconds before he had turned to go. She had seen a giant tube grow in his sweat pants! It had slithered down, down and down until almost reaching his knee! Pushing the light weight cotton out of the way, Lance's rapidly expanding penis had grown so fast and so large that she hadn't believed what she was seeing. But recalling what she had seen she was sure that she had never seen, had never heard of, anyone with such a large penis. She may have tried to live a pure, innocent life but of this she was sure! Her son, her little boy, his penis was extraordinarily large. In the vernacular; he was hung!
She replayed the scene in her mind. Bulge growing, extending down, down, down! His gaze locked upon her chest. The bulge expanding, a damp spot appearing just as he spun and raced out of the room. Her heart raced as she went over and over what she had seen!
Her darling Lance had grown an enormous, rock hard penis because of her! Seeing her, even in this unrevealing outfit, he had sprung an epic hard-on in seconds! Rock hard and so long! She'd never imagined!
She stood in the kitchen, thunderstruck, before climbing the stairs. She had to talk about this with her boy.
But when she reached his closed bedroom door she stopped. From inside she could hear her darling boy panting and moaning.
"Ung, ugh, oh, Mommie! So big! So fucking big! Ohhhh, Mommie! Uh, uh, uh!" His panting voice was quivering. She could imagine what he was doing. After several minutes she moved away silently. She would talk to him later. This was too embarrassing!
Somehow in the next week she never found the chance to speak with Lance about his unsettling reaction. As suggested by the therapist Mommie continually wore clothes that were not all-enveloping. Her body, her top heavy body, was visible as a result. Not showcased, but not hidden either. And Lance was responding in the same way he had on that first day. Every day.
Day after day she wore clothes that were completely different from what she was accustomed to; skirts and blouses, sweaters that were stretched over her amazing figure. Tight jeans, shorts and knee high dresses. No longer hiding her figure. She was letting Lance see how she looked in normal clothes.
All her life she had made it a point to not let people see how amazingly well developed her breasts had become. Mommie had always been ashamed knowing that she was almost unique. Practically a freak! She owned a mirror, she saw what she looked like when she took a shower or was dressing. She tried not to think about it.
And while she wasn't sure that the advice she got from the therapist would work, she didn't know what else to do. So she kept up with the plan. All week she had kept on wearing clothes that did not attempt to disguise herself.
Lance would come home from school, exchange a few words with his Mommie while staring at her in what ever outfit she had on while his dick swelled and pulsed in his pants and then he would spend the rest of the afternoon in his bedroom with the door closed. After dinner he would again retreat behind his closed door. They didn't watch TV together as had been their habit. She saw very little of her darling son.
She had known that her development was extraordinary. That her slim legs and hips, her toned mid section, were completely over shadowed by the massive breasts that she bore so easily as they projected outward from her rib cage. She had never thought of herself as attractive. None of the models in ads or starlets in movies or on TV looked anything like she did.
She had come to feel that her body was unattractive, almost disgusting. And because of her shame and embarrassment and the bullying she had gotten when younger, she had tried to hide how she looked. No one had known what Mommie looked like under the layers she had habitually worn.
But now Lance certainly had an idea of what his Mommie looked like. His reaction brought mixed feelings to Mommie. It was unsettling. It was embarrassing! Every time he looked at her he sprang an erection! A giant hard-on that reached toward his knees! In a very fundamental way Lance was telling her that he thought she was attractive. No, not attractive. He thought that his Mommie was sexy!
Her son, her darling Lance, had a gigantic, pulsing, throbbing hard-on because of her! Because of how she looked. Because she had outrageously large mammaries. She knew she should be horrified. And she was. But horror was not her only reaction to Lance's response. She knew she should not allow herself to think about those other feelings.
But she didn't seem to be able to stop thinking about her son. Her son with his oversized endowment. Her son with the hard, pulsing prick that sprang to life every time he saw her. The dick that pulled the leg of his pants taut as it expanded farther than she had ever imagined any cock could possibly reach!
She knew that she had to stop thinking about his reaction to her. She was trying to help him acclimate to the sight of a woman's body. She was not doing this except to help her son. Her Lance.
And yet she found herself standing outside his door listening as he moaned and groaned. His bed squeaking and rattling, she heard him saying "Mommie" time and again, along with phrases such as "So big! So large!" "Uh, uh, Oh Mommie, so beautiful, so massive, so hot!"
She could no longer deny it to herself. Her precious son, her darling boy, was wanking off furiously while thinking about his Mommie! And he was doing it time and time again, all afternoon and all night! Wanking and wanking while thinking about her massive, cartoonishly large breasts! Sometimes it would wake her up in the middle of the night. Lying in bed she could hear him continue to abuse himself!
Her reaction confused her. She should be outraged, not excited. She should be chastising Lance for his reaction to her massive bosom, not thinking about trying to get an even larger, harder reaction! This was terrible, wasn't it? Certainly she should not be standing outside his door night after night listening to him abuse himself while moaning and groaning about her, his Mommie, and her massive breasts!
Still, every morning, as she dressed, she tried to guess how long it would take for him to react to her choice. How long would it take and how long would it become? Would a sweater get a reaction? Or should she wear a tight blouse which gaped open between each button? Or should she wear something lower cut?
Over the next few days her outfits became more and more daring. Tighter. Lower cut. Her skirts became thigh high. Buttons on her blouses and sweater would be left open. Her cleavage would peek out from her tops. Inches of creamy, bulging breast meat could be glimpsed as she paraded around in front of her gawking son.
Mommie began to wear high heels every day. These served to emphasize both her firm behind as well as helping to project her breasts even further outward. And as a result of her teasing manner of dress Lance spent almost every waking moment in his room thinking about his Mommie and whacking off!
By the end of the second week she had decided she had to confront Lance about his activities. She seldom saw him for more than a few minutes at a time. She continued to dress provocatively as the therapist had suggested. And her son was still spending almost all of his time in his room, jacking off, while groaning and moaning about his Mommie and her immense breasts.
And so, Friday, after supper, as he was about to dash back upstairs, she asked him to come with her into the den.
Sitting on the divan they faced each other. He in his t-shirt and sweat pants, she in a tight pair of slacks and an even tighter sweater.
"Lance," she began, "I'm terribly worried about you. About us! You know that you are the most important thing in my life! I've been trying to do what the Counselor suggested. I've been dressing a little different, not wearing so many layers. Trying to acclimate you to what I, that is, what women look like. And I know you have been noticing. But your behavior recently has been most unsettling to me."
"But, Mommie..." he interrupted. "I've done so much better at school."
"I know, Lance, and I'm very happy about that. Still, you spend so much time in your room. And I know what you are doing! I can hear you. Every night. It's, well, it's embarrassing!"
Shamefaced, he looked away. "I'm sorry, Mommie, I can't help it. You are so pretty and so, um, nice, I mean, that is..." he trailed away.
"Lance I think I know what is causing you to do what you are doing. The therapist explained every thing to me. I know that because I used to hide myself that you have developed an unnatural, an unhealthy, fixation on my, um," her courage deserted her," my body." she finished.
She looked down at herself. Wearing a sweater and a pair of slacks that hugged her butt she was no longer trying to hide her amazing development. The size of her bosom was causing stress lines and stretching her sweater in amazing ways. Several inches of cleavage were on display, mounding up because the bra she wore was a size or two too small. She thought that the result was exciting. And so did Lance judging by the way he couldn't stop staring at her chest.
"And I've changed the way I am dressing to try to help you become acclimated to what a woman, that is, what I look like!" She placed her hands on the underside of her breasts for emphasis. She lifted both hands, raising her breasts in front of her son, lifting them a few more inches above her thighs.
Lance's eyes dropped to watch her and he groaned deep in his chest at the sight of his Mommie plumping her bosom. Right in front of him!
A rapid swelling began in the crotch of his pants. As Mommie watched his cock expanded and swelled alarmingly. The bulge raced down his pant leg until it almost reached his knee. Becoming thicker and harder, it pushed upward and outward against the light fabric of his sweat pants. She had seen this before, but this was the first time she had such a close look and was able to study the process from start to finish! She felt her heart beat accelerate as she gaped at the sight.
She watched, transfixed. The bulge in his pants twitched and flexed. He was staring at her chest and to her surprise she found that she was still cupping her bosom from below. And now she was opening and closing her hands, kneading her tits while her darling son ogled his Mommie's lewd display.
As she watched, a damp spot appeared at the end of the tube that had pushed its way into prominence. Slowly the spot spread as her son panted while watching her. Her heart was racing while she ogled the incredible bulge that had formed so quickly in her sons sweatpants.
"Oh, Mommie," he moaned, "Mommie, I'm sorry, I can't help it! I get hard when I see..." he trailed off into silence while still staring at his Mommie's hands as they closed and opened on the underside of her chest.
"It's okay, Lance. It's not your fault. I hid myself from you for so long. But I'm not doing that now. I want you to become comfortable, acclimated, to how I look. I don't want this to come between us any longer." She pulled her hands away and they both watched while her bosom dropped and shivered to a halt.
"Thank you, Mommie! I want things to be right between us, also!" he exclaimed.
"Now, Lance, I must tell you that I'm worried about you. You've spent so much time in your room, alone, doing, that is by yourself, um, I mean... Well, I think I should, ah, could you, um..." she was stumbling badly. This wasn't going the way she had though it would. What was she going to do? She struggled to regain her composure.
"I know that I am better endowed, that is, bigger... I mean it isn't often that you might see a woman who looks like I do." She she sat up straight and inhaled strongly to emphasize her meaning. And in response she saw his penis twitch and pulse in his sweatpants.
Experimentally she wiggled her shoulders softly. Again his dick twitched and shifted in his pants. She could make his cock react just by taking a deep breath or making her breasts shimmy, she realized. And it was fun! She liked watching him react to her, she realized!
"And I want you to become comfortable with me. To become acclimated to my appearance!" she continued. "You need to be acclimated to how large my, um that is, how big I am in the chest. In order to help you become acclimated I've been wearing fewer of my old cover ups. And I can see that you notice the difference." As she spoke she had rotated her body from the hips, causing her oversized mams to sway in front of him. His penis was straining to be free of his sweatpants as she watched.
"But I think I need to become acclimated, too. To you! Your penis, your member, is so large! So long and thick that is," her voice held a note of awe as she watched him respond to her words. "And acclimation to you would be as good for me as you becoming acclimated to me should be for you!"
"Alright, Mommie. I suppose that makes sense," he gasped.
"But I'm mostly worried that you are spending so much time alone in your room, Lance."
She paused momentarily. She didn't know how to proceed. But it was just concern for the health of her son! She had to continue. No matter how embarrassing it might be for the two of them.
"Lance, pull down your pants for me. I'm concerned that you may be harming yourself!" she blurted out finally.
"Mommie?" His voice held huge question marks in it.
"You heard me, young man. I need to see, that is, um, I want to be sure that you have not hurt yourself. I am given to understand that too much, um, you know, that you can harm yourself and I want to be sure that you haven't ..." again her voice trailed off.
Slowly Lance shifted his hips from side to side and he started to slide his sweat pants down.
"Alright," he whispered.
"Oh, look!" she exclaimed, "Lance! Your member is all chafed! The skin on your, I mean, um, you've rubbed yourself raw! Stay right here!" Only a few inches of the base of his enormous shaft had been exposed but the skin was reddened from his almost constant manipulation. She was up and out of the room before Lance could react.
And she was back in a trice. Carrying a pump bottle of lotion.
"Skootch over, honey," she directed as she sat down even with his calfs, his legs stretched out along the divan.
Mommie squirted some lotion onto her finger tips and began to stroke it onto Lance's penis. Slowly she worked the lotion into the exposed flesh. He was so warm. Her finger tips spread lotion across the broad expanse of the shaft's top. Three fingers did not come close to covering the width of his shaft!
As she worked, as she spread the lotion further down the shaft, she began to use more than her finger tips. His shaft was thick. So thick that she found that she was not able to circle his shaft with a single hand. Slowly she spread lotion further and further down his penile shaft. She swirled her hand around the thickness that throbbed and grew harder as she worked. Pushing his pants lower as she worked, she eventually had exposed the whole of his immense stalk. She had added more moisturizer as she worked, making sure that the entirety of his erection was covered in the soothing lotion. His pants were below his knees when he kicked them off and spread his legs to give her enough room to use both hands.
The incredibly thick shaft arched over his ball sack, quivering, as she worked. Using both hands she stroked up and down. She was a little stunned by how hard, how warm, and how thick his shaft was. She was shocked to find that she liked stroking Lance with the lotion. She was really enjoying what she was doing! It felt so GOOD to slather the lotion richly over the massive cock that she was holding. Her son's immense cock!
She had never thought in terms like that, COCK! She had always been more clinical in the choice of words. Penis, erection, vagina were words she used. But now she found herself thinking other words. COCK, dick, hard-on, Thinking the words as she worked she found herself becoming more and more excited.
As she worked closer and closer to the head, precum that had seeped from his dick head joined with the lotion making the shaft even more slippery.
Every movement of her arms jostled her bosom and caused her breasts to rise and fall, wobbling under the close fitting sweater. Lance's eyes took in each movement as his Mommie stroked and stroked.
"Mommie, that feels so good! So good! Don't stop, Mommie!" Lance gasped. Mommie had been so intent on what she was doing that she had not realized that Lance was now panting and writhing as she worked.
Her hands were joined together, fingers interlaced, thumbs almost touching, as she stroked up and down in rhythmic motion. Each stroke was over a foot long. She was twisting her hands as they rose and fell, adding even more pleasure to what he was feeling.
"Oh dear, I didn't mean..." her voice was a husky whisper as she became aware of what she had been doing without thinking. "Do you like this, Lance? Does it really feel that good?" She knew the answer. She was sure that he was enjoying her manual ministration to his mammoth, megalithic member.
As she kept up her work her breasts rose and fell, surging and ebbing in time with the movement of her arms. Her breasts were compressed between her arms, exposing more of her cleavage while Lance stared in wonderment. Rising and falling, her breasts over rode her fore arms, lifting and dropping as she worked. Her erect nipples could be seen thru her bra and sweater.
She had been watching as his dick grew and swelled, becoming harder and harder, larger and larger as her hands swooped up and down his shaft. Gently, then with more pressure she had been massaging the combination of lotion and precum into the entire length of his penis (COCK) which now stood rigidly projecting so far above his groin that she had no real idea how long it was. At the base her hands could barely meet. At the head she massaged the softer flesh between her palms like a pitcher preparing a baseball. A constant stream of white liquid spilled out of the meatus at the apex of his glans penis (COCK HEAD).
"So good, Mommie! So good," he sighed while his hips continued to move against the cushion.
Her tongue licked her lips quickly, once and again as her hands worked on auto pilot.
As if in response Lance groaned again while thrusting against her rhythm.
"Mommie," he gasped, "I can't stop it, Mommie! So good! Oh, Mommie!" With a convulsion that pulled his feet and head off the pillows, his dick gained it's ultimate hardness and she could feel it swell beneath her hands as the cum rushed up and ejaculated forcefully out of the prick she was stroking!
Again and again he came! Each rope of cum flew high into the air before landing on his chest, groin and pants. Streams of ejaculate landed on Mommie's sweater and slacks while more flowed down his shaft to coat her hands which had never varied in their strokes.
Finally, after having coaxed every drop out of his spasming dick and letting him go, Mommie cleaned off her hands with a tissue while Lance regained his breath.
"Uh, I'm sorry, Lance. I didn't realize..." her voice faded away. Lance was panting. Sweat was rolling off his face. And his eyes were still locked on his Mommies breasts. She was also breathing heavily from her work.
The neckline of her sweater now exposed her upper chest, the top of her bra and a line of cleavage that shifted and surged with her heavy breathing.
Lance's dick had started to soften but now it began to regain its rigidity! Without realizing it Mommie again started to massage her huge boobs as she watched his dick revive.
"Lance! You just...! You can't want to... I mean, it's not possible! You can't be getting another... Oh, dear!" She couldn't believe what she was seeing! But there it was! Lance's dick was as hard as it had been just moments ago before he came all over the two of them!
In a daze she reached out and caressed the length of the huge shaft in front of her. It was rock hard, and pulsed in her hand. Slowly she drew her hand down to the root and then, gently, up to the dick head! It was so big! So long! It was so exciting! The feel of it in her hand was amazing! She started using two hands again.
Suddenly she stopped in mid stroke.
"Lance," she said severely, "this is unacceptable! This can never happen again, do you understand?"
"Yes, Mommie. I'm sorry. But you are so pretty and sexy! I can't believe how sexy my Mommie is! So hot and sexy! Your breasts are incredible!" His eyes were flitting between her eyes and her chest as he spoke.
His Mommie said nothing as she finished cleaning up and left the room. She was determined to never let something so dirty happen again between her son and herself! Behind her she heard Lance groan as he rose from the divan and headed upstairs. He didn't come down the rest of the night and Mommie didn't go upstairs until she was certain he had gone to sleep. She could never allow that to happen again, she thought to herself. She could never allow herself to stroke his massive, his hard, so HARD, so LONG cock! No matter how it had felt in her hands. No matter how much juice he shot out for her! No matter how badly she wanted to watch her boy spasm in ecstasy while she ministered to the largest COCK she had ever imagined. She could never let that happen again she decided as she lay in bed.
Her dreams were filled with erotic images. Images of her darling son cumming all over her and himself. Images of her hands locked around his gigantic cock. And other images that she didn't want to try to recall. It was too disturbing.
And the next day it DID happen again! Lance sprang a massive hard-on as he came into the home and found his Mommie wearing a tight denim skirt and a red and white striped top. The stripes were pulled out of shape by the massive curves they covered. Lance thought she looked terrific!
Almost before she knew what she was doing Mommie had retrieved the new bottle of lotion she had bought and was again massaging her boy's steel hard shaft. The redness that had been evident the prior day had mostly faded but Mommie convinced herself that she was just providing first aid. And second aid too as it turned out. Her son was a cum factory! So much! So often! All she had to do was take a deep breath and his prick sprang to attention! It was embarrassing! And it was flattering. She had to help her son! And so she had given in to the urge to help him achieve relief! Twice!
And this time, as she left the room in a daze to take a shower, she was licking off her fingers and the back of her hands where so much of his jism had landed. It had been SO exciting! The images running thru her brain, the feel of his flesh; her mind was filled with unfamiliar feelings. Feelings that she had never before felt!
"I can't let this go on," she thought to herself. "I just can't!"
But she did. She no longer tried to pretend that she didn't enjoy ministering to her over endowed son! Her outfits became tighter, more revealing. The buttons on her sweaters were pulled taut, gaps appearing between them. And her skirts grew shorter. Her pants tighter. It all served to cause Lance to sprout a hard-on when he saw her! And she loved watching him grow an immense bulge in his pants! She would watch in awe and amazement as he reacted to her outfits. Seeing how she bulged from her tops, how tight she was wearing her new shorts and skirts would cause him to spring a massive hard-on. And she would let him gaze at her while she looked at his rapidly growing COCK!
After all, she rationalized, he was looking at her beyond gigantic chest. Why shouldn't she get to watch his dick grow into a hugely erect, massively oversized, cock? She loved watching the change. As much as Lance enjoyed watching her amazing body as she strutted in front of him in her new, more form fitting outfits! And at least he wasn't risking his health by self stimulation. She was providing the stimulation. And that was better for Lance. And they both enjoyed it!
Some times she would do things that would incite Lance to even greater reactions. She would arch her back, pushing her enormous breasts into greater prominence. Taking large breaths she would expand her rib cage to allow Lance to see just how enormous she truly was! Her breasts, their tops exposed by her low cut sweaters and blouses, would quiver and shake as she strutted by Lance, the tall, stiletto heels she now favored causing her chest and butt to jut out for his viewing pleasure!
By the end of the next week it was a new routine that neither Lance nor his Mommie spoke of to each other. He would arrive home from school, take a careful look at what ever outfit his Mommie was wearing and spring a boner. Some times, his boner preceded him as he anticipated what she might be wearing. But in any case he would be sporting a massive hard-on with in moments of arriving home. And Mommie would sit him down while she spread lotion up and down his massive member. This caused him to writhe in pleasure. And soon enough he would be spurting his cum over the two of them. As often as not they would repeat this activity and then do it again after dinner before they went to bed. After each episode she would change into another outfit. If the first outfit didn't seem to bring him to erection fast enough she would don something tighter, shorter, sexier. And she would strut around the house in those high heels, allowing her massive breasts to shiver and bounce in too tight, too small, inadequate bras that served only to emphasize how truly huge her tits were!
"Lance," she said, looking up at her son after yet another session of applying lotion and watching him spouting an incredible fountain of jism. "I know that we started this because the therapist said that you need to become acclimated to my, um, well, you know. The way I look." Today she was wearing a tight white sweater under which her red bra glowed like twin roses. She shivered her shoulders to emphasize her tits and to assure that he was looking at her. She smirked as she watched his gaze lock onto her chest. Just the way she liked it, she thought!
"Lance, I've had a chance to watch you grow hard, so hard, and long, so long, while you look at the outfits that I wear. I know that you like to watch me move around in these new clothes! When I wear these tight little outfits I can see you reacting. I can see how you, that is, how, um, how you grow so large.
"But there is more to learn. Watching you react to me in these teasing little outfits that I love to wear for you is only the start, I think.
"I think that you should have an idea of what my bosom, that is, how my breasts... Lance I want you to feel me, here!" Grasping his hands in hers she drew him to her and placed his hands on the outside of each breast. His hands were separated by feet of breast flesh enclosed in her bra and tight sweater.
"Oh, Mommie," he moaned as he gently moved his trembling hands over his Mommies huge breasts. "So firm! So large!"
"Squeeze me, honey, squeeze my breasts!" she commanded.
Disregarding her command Lance continued to run his hands over her massive mounds of breast flesh. Encased as they were in a tight sweater and too small bra he caressed the bulges of flesh that were trying to escape from her bra! The mounded cleavage drew his fingers to run up and down the exposed chasm between her boobs.
His hands felt terrific as they roamed over the incredible swells of flesh she carried. His hands explored every millimeter, softly caressing, cupping both breasts together.
"Wait, darling," she commanded, pulling slightly away from him. "Let me..."
Reaching down she struggled to pull the sweater over her head. She made sure to shimmy and shake as she did so, allowing Lance to watch her boobs quiver and bounce. The enormous ovoids collided, pressed against each other by the slightly undersized bra. Handfuls of flesh squeezed out from behind the under wire, more was exposed above the side panels. It was a cock hardening sight. And Lance's cock was standing to attention, as expected!
She smiled at her enraptured son.
"Go ahead, Lance. Go ahead," she urged.
His hands were warm and soft as they caressed her enormity. After a few moments of this gentle ministration Mommie reached out and drew her son's head to her.
His face disappeared between her breasts as she shimmied her shoulders. He could feel her bosom wobble and shake against the side of his head as her hands drew him deeper and deeper between her boobs.
"Oh, Lance, I like that so much. Lick me, darling, lick my giant titties for me!" she moaned. Pulling back a little she smiled down at him. "Do you feel like you're becoming more acclimated to Mommie, honey?"
"Maybe, a little." He told her before driving his face back between her titties.
"All right, then, that's all right," she moaned.
A few moments later she pulled back again. While Lance had been entombed between her vast mounds she had managed to remove her bra. He was now able to see her titties, complete with the sight of her stiff nipples. As big as her boobs were, now that they were freed from the bra they seemed to be even larger! Separating a little, no longer crushed together, they settled and spread out even wider than before.
With a groan of lust he latched his lips on one of her straining nipples and sucked mightily. Running his tongue around her aureola he felt her nipple grow harder and longer while he worked.
At the same time that Lance was devoting his attention to her hardening nubs Mommie reached between them and, grasping his erection, drew it between her breasts. His cock was so long, so extended that she was able to enfold the top third of it between her boobs while he was hunched forward to suck at her titties.
Using both hands she mashed her enormity together. Captured between her boobies, Lance did not at first realize what was happening.
But the feeling of soft pressure against his dick soon penetrated his tit sucking consciousness. Leaning back he looked down to see his prick caught between her humongous tits. Lifting his gaze slowly up, up from her erect nipples, up over the saliva wetted surface of her upper chest his gaze travelled. Up still more to see her smiling, smirking lips and finally to rest on her smoldering, lust filled eyes. She had a sexy, "I got'cha" look in her eyes.
"Just lean back and enjoy Mommie doing some thing that few other women will be able to do to your huge, hard cock," she murmured. "I'm going to tit fuck your hard shaft until you spurt on my giant titties, Lance."
Suiting action to words she drooled some saliva into her cleavage and began to raise and lower her boobs around his fat hard on. While she worked she marveled at how good it felt.
And she realized how she too had changed in the past several week. How had it happened she wondered. How had she gone from prissy, overly protective mother to what she was now? The question faded away as she felt his hot, hard dick slide between her titties.
Her boobs rose and fell. Her hands manipulated her incredible masses of breast flesh. She was playing with his giant cock with her boobs. She had heard of it but this was the first time she had tried it. And she liked it! She enjoyed the look in Lance's eyes as she worked.
With in moments he was again anointing her upper chest and breasts with another series of fountain like spurts that she then spread across the wide expanse of her titties.
Once she was alone in her room she licked and sucked up all the cum that she had spread across her boobs and nipples. It made her so HOT! She thought back to how it had felt as his dick came and came between her tits and over her tits. And how nice it felt while she smoothed his cock over her nipples, spreading his jism over her.
The next day when Lance returned home he found his Mommie sitting in the living room. Next to her was the usual container of lotion and several towels. His dick snapped to attention as he took in the immense jutting bosoms almost half way revealed by the peasant blouse that she was wearing. Her shoulders were bared and the way her nipples dented the fabric told him that she was not wearing a bra. Her legs were mostly revealed by a short ruffled skirt, her bare legs ending in a pair of high heels that made her legs even curvier than usual.
Without breaking stride he dropped his trousers and was naked from the waist down, standing in front of him massive breasted Mommie.
No words were exchanged as Mommie squirted lotion on both hands and began to tend to his throbbing erection. As large as it was, she quickly had it glistening in the afternoon sunlight. Her entire attention was on the huge shaft and it's equally massive cock head.
Sitting up ram rod straight she pulled her blouse down into her lap to reveal her erect nipples sitting atop the largest breasts Lance could ever hope to see. Smirking up at him Mommie pulled him forward until his dick head and the first several inches of his prick were enclosed within her cleavage. She proceeded to give him a steamy tit-fuck. Using both hands she stroked him with her tits.
"Do it, Lance," she instructed. "Do it, fuck your Mommies big titties! Pound my boobs, honey! I want to feel you tit fuck me!"
And he did. His hips churned forward and back until, with a low groan of lust Lance erupted and spattered his jism all over her titties, chest and face.
Laughing gaily Mommie gathered up all of his offering and licked it off her self while he watched in stunned amazement.
"Now, darling, I think we should take care of one last thing. Just to see if we need to keep tying to acclimate to each other or not. Come with me!"
He followed obediently while she led the way to her bedroom. Slipping out of her skirt but leaving the blouse around her waist Mommie sat down on the foot of her bed.
"Come here, Darling" she said as she beckoned him to her. Again pulling him between her enormous titties she soon had Lance back up to full stiffness.
"Now, let's see how acclimated we have become, honey," she purred as she wiggled back onto the bed, pulling him with her until he was poised over her groin.
Using both hands Mommie fed the very tip of Lance's penis into her hot, wet cunt. Both of them groaned as they felt the contact.
"Now, darling, now, my love, my son, my Lance!" She was gazing into his eyes as she spoke. Her heels were softly pounding on his ass, encouraging him to lean forward and put more weight onto her.
Slowly, slowly, his immense cock head spread her cunt lips apart. Farther and farther they stretched until she feared that they might split from the pressure!
But they didn't, instead they snapped over the rim of his dick head and his just slightly smaller shaft began to slowly slide into her. Inch after inch penetrated her sopping wet pussy as she groaned and moaned in excitement.
Lance also was voicing his enjoyment. "So tight, Mommie, so tight! And wet. So slippery, so good! Am I doing this right Mommie? Does it feel as good to you as to me?"
"Oohhhh," she groaned. "My GOD! So good, so good! So big, so hard, so long, Ugggghhh! Don't stop, never stop!" she gasped.
She was taller than him. With his dick fully driven into her buttery fuck hole Lance's head was just at the level of her gigantic titties. He latched on to first one and then the other of her hard, straining nipples. Sucking and licking he feasted on her beyond massive titties while he continued to pound his dick into her time and again.
As she felt her very first orgasm wash over her, Mommie reached up and pulled Lance down between her boobs. As she held him to her he was shaking his head from side to side, motor boating between her Brobdingnagian breasts.
Smiling down at him Mommie shifter her grip and using her upper arms mashed her titties even tighter against his head. Her mounds were so large that they rose above his head on both sides. His ears were smothered as was his face. He could neither see nor hear except her gasping breaths as she came again while he was as deep into her as he could cram himself.
Finally pulling back he watched as her eyes slowly regained their focus. She smiled up at him.
"What a stallion! What a big dicked fucker you are! I love the feel of your huge hard cock slamming into my hot little pussy!" She didn't know where all the dirty talk was coming from but she was enjoying it and so was Lance!
"Oh, Mommie! SO fucking sexy! Your the hottest MILF I've ever seen!" She wasn't sure what 'MILF' meant but it didn't matter.
"You have the sexiest, prettiest biggest tits! I can't believe how huge you are! Those tight tops, those short skirts! I used to jack off to you every night, Mommie!" he gushed.
"I know, Lance. I could hear you. It made me so excited! I love watching you stare at me in my teasing little outfits!" She was rising quickly as she spoke. Her boobs were shaking and shimmying from the force of his fucking.
With out warning she crashed into another climax. It took her a minute to recover. When she regained herself she found that Lance had taken advantage by catching the back of her knees with his elbows and was slowly speeding up his movements.
He pulled strongly, rolling her up so that her ass was off the bed and her titanic melons were resting on the pillow to either side of her head. Her eyes could be seen between her monster boobs. They glittered with lust as he worked harder and harder. His strokes became longer and longer until he was giving her every bit of himself on each stroke!
Poised on tip toe he was bouncing off her ass with each stroke. Harder and faster, he kept up an almost inhuman pace while she felt herself building up and up to a climax that promised to completely overwhelm her!
"LANCE!" she screamed as she felt herself convulse. "GUH, God, God! HAAAAHHYA! Whoooh, muh, muh, mmmph!" She was clutching at his ass with both hands trying to hold him inside her as she came and came and came.
Tears streamed from her eyes and she kept coming! Her tongue wet her lips as she came again. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy. She was pulling on him as hard as she could and she felt her cunt spasm time and again. She couldn't stop cumming! She knew she would never get a fucking like this again in her life. She wasn't sure she would survive another fucking like this one!
With a roar that filled the room Lance began to spurt cum into Mommies clutching pussy. Two, three, four huge gouts of cum splashed into her cunt. Over flowing her snatch the cum jetted out of the junction of there loins to dribble onto the sheets beneath them. Twice more he shot into her before he slumped over, panting between her massive soft titties.
It took several minutes before either of the lovers could move. They finally separated as Lance slid off of her to lie cuddled up against her.
Panting together as they slowly recovered Mommie turned to face her son. Cupping her gigantic tit she hoisted it and teased his lips with the nipple.
"That was amazing, Lance," she murmured as she felt his lips tease her tittie. "I don't think I'll ever get acclimated to THAT!"
"Neither will I," he responded. "But I don't think I want to get acclimated to that! I want to try to. I want to try to get acclimated to that every day!"
"Me too," she responded. "I think it's important the we try as often as we can to acclimate ourselves to each other. It's what the counselor would want!"
Giggling at each other his hands sought out her immense breasts as she started to stroke his semi-hard cock. There was no time like the present to try again to acclimate themselves!
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"So, clothes, huh?" inquired Lance.
"Yes, I need to get some more clothes. You've seen almost everything I've got and I want to expand my choices." She smiled over at her son. At the same time she made sure to push her upper arms together. Her outsized boobs surged strongly, pushing up, over flowing the neckline and exposing even more of her huge tits to his enraptured gaze.
"And who knows, maybe the sales person will be some busty young classmate of yours or maybe a more mature woman who will get turned on seeing your enormous hard-on throbbing in those tight jeans of yours," she teased as she reached over to run her hand up and down his inseam, fondling his gigantic hard on.
But to both her and Lance's dismay the sales person at Burns & Adrian's turned out to be a proper elderly woman who explained in no uncertain terms that Lance would have to sit outside while she attended to Mommie in the fitting room. No exceptions would be made!
It was not until hours later that Mommie was strutting down the stairs to her living room while Lance, sitting naked on the couch, gaped up at her. With each step Mommies massive breasts shimmied and shook. They were supported, lifted high on her chest, by a royal blue, wasp waisted, bustier. More than half of her tremendous titties were on display, her erect nipples only just covered by the blue satin. She was also wearing stiletto heels, dark hose clipped into a garter belt and a skimpy pair of panties. She looked fabulous!
"Come here, Lance," she beckoned. As he approached she enfolded him in her arms and drew him closer to her. Her boobs, raised unnaturally high, rested on his shoulders while his head completely vanished between her gigantic tits. She giggled as she looked down on him. The crests of her boobs were higher than the top of his head!
He was holding himself to her with both arms behind her back. She could see only the top of his head. She could feel him as he tongued and licked at her massive beyond belief cleavage. She loved it when he did that!
Slowly she turned until Lance was directly behind her. Reaching down she pulled his massive erection between her legs, allowing it to stretch out in front of her. Using one hand she stroked his rock hard dick. At the same time she scooped both her breasts out of the cups of the bustier. Still partially supported, they hung proudly in front of her. Lance was just able to reach far enough to pinch her nipples and twist them as she began to pull on his dick with both hands.
"Oh, you are so freaking big, Lance," she sighed as she fondled his erectness. "So, so long! So hard! I love feeling you between my thighs!" Still holding his cock with both hands her hips were rocking back and forth, sliding over the top of his hugely thick cock. Her juices were soaking his penis, smoothing the way for her as she slid and slipped back and forth.
"So do I, Mommie," there was a chuckle from him as he tried to control her massive breasts. "I love how big these titties are. No one has bigger tits than my Mommie!" His enthusiastic voice was choked with pride and lust as he felt up her enormous boobs. No matter how often he saw her titties, no matter how much he got to fondle her incredible assets each time was exciting and sexy!
"That was what the sales lady said, honey. She hadn't ever seen anyone like me before. I guess it's just as well that you weren't there. If she had seen your giant cock throbbing in your pants she would have had a heart attack!" She laughed at the thought.
"And now I have so many new outfits to show off for you, Lance. Just wait. You'll be hard for hours!"
"I'm hard almost twenty four seven, thanks to you, Mommie. I don't know how I could be hard any more than I already am," he was plucking and twisting her nipples as he spoke.
During the course of the night Mommie showed Lance just a few of the new items she had gotten. Just enough to keep him pounding away between her thighs until they were both exhausted. They fell asleep on the couch, limbs entwined, his head resting on her mammoth pillows.
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The next day at school Lance was summoned from his last period study hall. At the office he was directed to the School Psychologists office.
"Lance, I wanted to speak with you today about how things are going for you. Since I had a conference with your Mom, I must say that your attitude here at school has gotten much better." She regarded the young man across the table. He presented as somewhat shorter than normal, almost 5' 6", but otherwise was unremarkable. His skin was clear, somewhat unusual for an eighteen year old boy. His eyes met her squarely, no glances to the sides, no prevarication.
Getting up from her chair the Psychologist hung up her jacket revealing her solid breasts. Cupped closely by her thin red v-necked sweater they swelled in front of her, the hardening of her nipples allowing them to poke thru both bra and sweater. As she slowly turned back to face Lance she noticed that he didn't glance at her profile. This, in her experience with high school boys, was unusual. Her Triple D cup, 42-25-36 figure always drew attention. Attention which she felt was her due. After all, there were few girls in the school with anywhere near her good looks and generous figure. Besides, they were girls and she was a woman, a sexually exciting woman with a killer bod! She worked out daily to maintain her buxom figure. And this young man didn't even give her a glance?
Regaining her seat she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk. She was careful to rest her bosom on her forearms. She knew that this would cause her neckline to gape open. Lance would have a splendid view of her over filled bra and swelling cleavage. And while she wasn't wearing one of her many push up bras that REALLY emphasized the rounded bosom under her close fitting sweater, her pose had never failed to draw the interest of whatever male was on the other side of the desk. But with only a flicker of a look Lance returned his gaze to her face!
Was he gay? He had been warned about doing inappropriate things to his female classmates. But to just ignore her? To seem uninterested in her? This affront to her self-esteem, to her narcissistic ego would have to be addressed.
Rising again she rounded her desk to speak to Lance. Leaning her butt against the desk she looked down at him. Resting her hands on the desk behind her, she posed for him to drink in the view. Her bosom, emphasized by the arch in her back, powered forward. Stretching her sweater almost gauze thin, she knew Lance would get an impressive view of her big titties! Gazing over the impressive shelf that her breasts made, she watched him. Again, he glanced at her. Did he seem unimpressed? Dismissive? Of HER?
"Lance, I'm pleased that you have been much more appropriate in school. Have you been having any other troubles?" Carefully she smoothed her hands down the front of her thighs and shook her chest in an attempt to draw a reaction from her young visitor.
"No, ma'am, everything is going really well."
"And at home?" she pried. "How are you getting along at home? You live with your Mother, right?"
"Yes, Ma'am. We get along really, really well!" As he spoke he shifted in his chair, seemingly uncomfortable.
Peering down at him the Psychologist watched, dumbfounded. The bulge that had formed in his crotch was insanely large! As she stared in disbelief the tubular growth swelled, extending down his pant leg. Growing larger and longer in front of her eyes it approached his knee before stopping.
"Oh, Lance," she breathed, "that's amazing! What was it that caused that? Were you looking at my legs, you naughty boy?" The flirtatious tone of voice let him know that she was not angry with him. "Perhaps you were admiring my bust? Hmmm?" she was purring while gazing at his erection.
"Do you need some help with that giant boner?" she asked. Her hands were stroking her bust, plumping the large mounds for his appreciation.
"Oh, thank you Ma'am, but no. I'll, um, take care of it when I get home."
"What? You don't want me to help you get that huge thing down?" She inhaled deeply while pushing her tits out at him. "I can help you. I'd like to help you. Here, feel my big titties!" She reached out for his hands. She didn't want to let this horse hung young man get away!
"No, that's okay Ma'am. When I get home Mommie will help me. Besides, her breasts are so much larger than yours! And she really knows how to relieve me when I get like this. Sometimes she has to help me three or four times. I couldn't ask you to spend that much time."
"What? Your Mommie? Your Mother has large..." she gestured at herself.
"Oh, my yes. She's tall, you know, and has really great legs but the thing that gets me hard every time I think about her," he touched his hard on, "is the size of her gigantic titties. They are at least twice as large as yours, maybe more. I need to get home now." As he spoke he rose from the chair and, shuffling a little because of his pulsing prick, made his way out of the office.
Behind him the School Psychologist was gaping at him. No one turned her down! She had never been so blatant and had never been rejected so thoroughly! She was humiliated and angry! Her revenge would be epic, she vowed!
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"How was your day, Lance?" she inquired as he entered the living room where she had been watching TV.
"I suppose it was okay," he replied.
"Well, sit here and tell me all about it!" she urged, moving a little to the side to allow him next to her. She smiled up at him as he approached.
As she almost always did, she took care to arch her back and draw his attention to her mammothly oversized chest. She loved his predictable reaction. His already hard cock grew even harder and longer as he looked at her. She was wearing one of her new thin sweaters, stretched to its limits over her projecting melons. Gaps occurred between the buttons as the sweater attempted to contain her vastness. He could make out the line of her bra and the bulges of breast flesh that surged up and over the bra's edge. Several months ago Mommie had started to dress demurely while still allowing Lance to get an idea of just how amazing her body was. Now she dressed to show off her body! She chose clothing that showed off her incredible curves, especially her cartoonishly oversized twin titties!
Her hips were rocking slowly back and forth as she watched her Lance walk across the living room. Slipping onto the couch next to his amazingly built Mommie he grinned up into her face.
"You look really pretty this afternoon," he told her.
"Why, thank you honey!" she was still rocking her hips, sliding back and forth on the cushions. It made her look like she was riding a horse. Or a big dick. Her breasts shook and quivered in front of her. She wasn't even aware of how she was teasing, how she was showing off her amazing figure to her Lance.
Using both hands she reached up and swept her long hair behind her. This allowed him an unobstructed view of her chest. Taking her time, she smiled down at Lance while taking a large breath and pushing her insanely large tits toward him. She loved to watch as he took in how hot and sexy she was. He loved to watch her giant tits in her slutty little outfits. And she loved to watch as his appreciation grew and grew!
"Now, honey, tell me about your day" she said as she leaned closer to him. Her hands rested on his thigh, her arms pushing her amazing mounds into even great prominence. She didn't think about it. It was just a habit now. She always showed off for her Lance.
"Well, the School Psychologist called me into her office. I think she was putting the moves on me, Mommie!" He seemed a little upset to Mommie.
"She did what, now? Tell me what she did. Why do you think she was putting 'the moves' on you, honey?"
"Well, she took off her jacket, then she came around the desk and stood right in front of me. She was kind of showing off, you know? Pushing her little titties out at me?"
"What did she do, darling?" She stood up. "Did she arch her back? Like this?" Her amazing tits surged forward as she demonstrated.
"Yeah. But it didn't look quite like that when she did it. She had on a sweater but her boobs aren't nearly as sexy and as big as yours are, Mommie."
"Well, is that all she did? That's not so unusual, honey."
"Well, she was touching herself and stuff. You know, kind of pushing her tits up? Yeah, like that!" Mommie was running her hands over her amazing breasts. Pushing her hands together, she forced her tits to surge upward. More and more of her breasts were exposed as she continued to watch Lance's reaction to her manipulation of her quivering boobs. "And then she tried to grab my hands and make me touch her tits? I think she wanted me to feel her up and, like that." He looked down at his lap. "And then she told me that she wanted to help me take care of this." He gestured at his hard on. "She said it was a huge thing."
"Well, there's nothing wrong with her eyesight, is there? You have an immense cock, honey! A lot of women like big dicks, you know!" she chuckled. "But not many will have seen one as big as this one," she was sitting next to him now and using both hands to fondle his giant hard on thru his pants.
"What did you do, honey? What did you do when she tried to touch you here?"
"I told her I wanted to go home."
"You told her you wanted to go HOME? Honey, you had a woman eager to have you feel her breasts and probably do so much more and you wanted to go home? Oh, honey, no!"
"Why not Mommie? You are prettier than she is. You are so amazing! And have such large sexy tits. You are so sexy. She's not nearly as sexy as you are!"
"Well, that's nice of you to say!" She caressed his cheek. "But you should get experience with other women, you know!"
"But Mommie..."
"Now, no buts, honey. You and I have become pretty well acclimated over the past few months and I've enjoyed every minute of getting acclimated. But I think it would be good for you to become acclimated with other women, too. I'm not going to be around forever, you know." She grinned at him.
"Mommie! Don't talk like that! I love you and I don't want to give you up! NO one is as sexy hot as my Mommie!"
"Well, dear, that's sweet! But you have to get familiar with other girls, you know. And besides, you are going to have a hard time finding another woman like me!" She shimmied her tits in front of him to emphasize her meaning. "I'm sure if you gave them a chance that there are a lot of girls that would like to be with a cute guy like you. Particularly a guy that's as well-endowed as you are." Her hands were still moulding his pants to the outline of his enormous cock as she spoke.
"Now, did anything else happen today?"
"No Mommie, nothing else happened."
"Well, then. You should have a lot of that yummy cum packed into your balls! I suppose I'm going to have to help you with that. Do you want me to help you spew it over my tits? Into my mouth? Or would you just like to fuck until you can't hold it any longer and then jack it off all over me?" Her smile was dirty as she listed the options. And her tongue licked out to wet her lips as she watched Lance consider his choices.
Over the next few hours they did all of those things. And lots of other things. Mommie found it amazing how Lance was able to cum and cum. Time after time he spewed his jism across her monster boobs, into her eager swallowing mouth and throat or watched as she jacked him off. He truly was a cum factory she thought.
The next morning Mommie called the school and made an appointment to speak with the School Psychologist that afternoon.
And so, at three thirty Mommie was waiting for her Lance to arrive at the School Psychologist's Office. While she waited she couldn't help but notice how attractive the receptionist was. The young woman was apparently a Senior Volunteer, acting as receptionist. Just as Mommie was considering asking her name her Lance entered the office.
"Julie, I have another appointment with the Psychologist," he announced as he approached the desk.
"Yes, Lance. I know. Your Mom is here," she indicated the seated woman.
"Hi, Mommie," His look changed from anticipation to disappointment when he saw that Mommie was bundled into her old bulky coat. Nothing to see here, but he wondered what she might have on underneath.
"The Doctor can see you now," Jill indicated the now glowing green light on her intercom.
Rising, Mommie clasped Lance's hand in hers as they entered the office. "Remember what we talked about," she whispered in Lance's ear. "We want her to like you. And I want you to have fun with her if that's what she wants to do, honey."
Lance squeezed her hand in reply.
"I'm so glad you could see us so promptly," Mommie said, gazing at the Psychologist. "Lance told me about his unacceptable behavior yesterday. And I want to set things right." She slid out of her coat as she was speaking.
Turning toward the sofa Mommie hung her coat on the coat rack. Moving as she did gave the School Psychologist plenty of time to see how she had changed. The Mommie from several months ago was clearly gone. In her place was a breastacular vision revealed by a low cut, skin tight, knitted tube dress that ended inches above her knees. Her feet were in stiletto heels which made her long legs even longer and did amazing things for her rump.
Mommies shoulders were uninterrupted by bra straps, and the upper mounds of her immeasurable tits could be seen rising and falling with each breath taken. The Psychologist was unable to tell how those incredible mounds of flesh could be held up, be put on display the way that they were. Did she use tape? Was there some sort of support bra under that skin tight dress? The SP couldn't take her eyes off her visitor. This was not the dowdy woman she had expected to see. This was the epitome of sexy, of slutty, really. Showing off boobs so big that they exceeded anything the SP had ever heard of! Her skin tight dress outlined her amazing figure to perfection. Her giant boobs in contrast to her slender hips and the waistline of a teenager? Where had all this come from she wondered?
"Following your advice, Lance and I have become much more acclimated than before. We know that there is still a lot of work to be done, but we are working every day and night to improve our, um, our relations." Mommie looked to the School Psychologist for approval.
"And the way that Lance reacted to you yesterday, I thought, was a step back! He should become acclimated to other women as well as myself!"
Noticing where the School Psychologist was now looking, Mommie turned to see that Lance had grown an immense bulge in his slacks. 'He really can't help himself,' Mommie thought to herself. 'He really likes my giant titties!' she smiled proudly to herself.
"I know that Lance finds you attractive. You've got such a cute little figure," Mommie stated. The School Psychologist had never thought of her sexy, stacked, Triple D cup, 42-25-36 figure as cute. Or little. But in comparison to Mommie's unimaginable pulchritude she wasn't going to argue. The School Psychologist was unable to take her eyes off the swelling protuberance in Lance's pants.
The School Psychologist had had lots of sexual encounters. Men her own age, older men and more than a few of her young charges had enjoyed the pleasure of her sexual prowess. Yesterday, before he left the office she had seen Lance spring a hard on so big that she had decided that she had imagined it. Now, in front of her and his Mommie, Lance was growing another boner. And it was getting even bigger as she watched! Growing bigger and bigger, it was larger than yesterday. It was larger than anyone she had ever seen. They had to be playing a trick on her.
"I don't know what you are trying to pull here, Mrs. Halbert. But I'm not falling for it," declared the School Psychologist. "This has to be some sort of trick." she gestured to the confused young man standing in front of her desk.
"He's amazing, isn't he?" Mommie responded proudly. She drew Lance around the desk to stand in front of the School Psychologist.
Standing next to her son Mommie pushed her vast breast against his side while smiling down at the School Psychologist. Her hand traced the arc of Lance's immense penis as it throbbed under his denim pants. Both women could see how it was twitching and throbbing.
"I'm so proud of my Lance," Mommie purred as she undid his belt. "Go ahead, honey, show her! I know she's going to like it as much as I do."
Encouraged by his Mommie, Lance reached into his pants and pulled out his dick. Not yet fully hard, it hung in front of the School Psychologist. Over 12 inches in length and larger than Mommie could reach around with one hand it swayed hypnotically before the unbelieving eyes of the School Psychologist.
"Jesus Christ," the School Psychologist blurted out. "That's not possible! It's not humanly possible for a dick to be that long. That thick!" Her tongue licked her suddenly dry lips. She tried to imagine what it would be like to have a cock that big trying to fuck her. Her imagination failed. There was no way!
Without thinking she pushed herself back away from the desk and the fleshy appendage that was slowly hardening even more as Mommie kept on stroking it while pressing herself against Lance. As she stared, wide eyed, Lance reached his ultimate immensity.
Now well over a foot long the School Psychologist had no true idea how big he was. But he was so much bigger than anyone else she had met, heard of or seen in all the pornos she had watched! Peter North and John Holmes were pikers in comparison.
"That's not possible," she repeated. "No woman could handle that, that, that monster!"
"Oh, come now! Lance and I manage several times a day! And it's wonderful! I'll show you!"
Kneeling in front of her son, she pulled him around to face her. Standing in profile to the on looker, Lance's size was even more impressive. Smiling over at the School Psychologist Mommie stroked him several times.
"I'm so glad that you suggested that Lance and I should acclimate to each other. It's been so much fun," she exclaimed. "I love his big dick. And he loves everything that I have to offer." She shimmied her torso in emphasis. "Now watch!"
Grafting her mouth to the tip of his dick she began an energetic hand job. Sloppy wet sounds filled the office as she licked and sucked. Her hands ran up and down his shaft as she worked. In a very short time Lance was panting and groaning, encouraging his Mommie to suck his big dick. As she worked her immense boobs jostled and surged under her skin tight dress. Reaching out so far in front of her, they bounced off his legs while she sucked and licked his cock.
Swanning her neck she took inch after inch into her mouth and then, with an effort, managed to force several inched down her throat. As the School Psychologist watched in disbelief she could see Mommies throat distend as the massive shaft was forced deeper and deeper into her gullet.
She couldn't take it all. She had never been able to take it all. But she loved trying! Slowly she pulled him out of her throat and mouth.
Gazing up into his eyes she smiled, "I want you to cum for me Lance, I want to show her how much you blow all over me!" Her hands were moving faster and faster now. She reapplied her mouth to the gigantic penis that was rock hard and throbbing in her hands.
"I'm gonna cum, Mommie, you're making me cum!" he moaned before he arched his back and began to shoot off all over his kneeling Mommie.
Spurt after spurt shot out of his dick head and landed everywhere. Some landed on her laughing, giggling face. Some landed on the carpet behind her. Some landed on the exposed skin of her upper chest. More landed on the tightly clad breasts that were bouncing in response to her continued ministrations to his cock. And the rest she slurped up as she pulled his shaft back into her mouth.
"Oh, that tastes so good," she moaned. Looking up at Lance, Mommie seemed oblivious to the other person in the room. "I need more, Lance. I don't want you to stop now. Can I get you hard, honey?"
"Well, maybe," he teased her. They both knew how easily she could bring him back to life.
"I'm going to try, Lance." She shimmied her shoulders as she spoke, drawing his attention to the beyond gigantic melons hanging so firmly in front of her.
Smiling up at him she licked her lips to bring in any more of his jism that she had missed. As she did so she slowly pushed the top of her dress down and down to expose more of her Herculean hooters.
Mommie gasped in excitement as the top's elastic snapped over her erect nipples. Grinning up at the excited look on his face she took a few moments to pull the elastic up and down across her nipples, forcing her nipples to grow larger and harder.
When she finally pushed her dress completely off her breasts the School Psychologist could not suppress her gasp. Mrs. Halbert had, by far, the largest tits that she had ever seen. Could these two be some to the "Hyper Sexual Beings" that she had read about in the Journals to which she subscribed? The question drifted away as she watched, spellbound. Mrs Halbert enfolded Lance's gigantic cock into her mighty cleavage. To the SP's shock it completely disappeared. There was no trace of the largest dick she had ever imagined as it was swallowed by tits that made her Triple D's seem inadequate in size.
Still smirking up at her son, Mommie pushed and pulled her gigantic tits. Mashing him between her boobs she worked him to complete stiffness in record time. Smiling happily up at him she slowly rose to stand over him. Her huge tits were just at the height for him to suckle lustily while she pulled him closer to her using his dick as a handle.
Keeping her hold on him she slid back onto the desk and pulled him forward. Without taking her eyes off him she pulled his prick into her. Sighing in contentment she sprawled back on her elbows and wrapped her long legs around his waist.
"Don't wait, Lance, don't wait! I'm so fucking hot for you! I want you to fuck me until you splash you cum all over my huge titties!"
"You got it, Mommie," was his response as he began to try to push his shaft into her.
"Oh, fuck, that's tight?" they said in unison.
"So, big, Lance! So thick, so long! I want it all, honey. Don't make me wait!" Her voice was dripping with lust. Her pussy, too, was dripping. The desk blotter would have to be replaced after this!
Neither of the couple were paying any attention to the onlooker. Their attention was focused on the high energy fucking that they were taking part in. They never noticed when the School Psychologist's hand delved under her clothes and began to finger herself. This was some of the hottest sex she had ever seen. The size of his dick was almost a match to Mommies tits! They were matching each other, stroke for stroke, pushing each other higher and higher.
Mommies boobs shook and shimmied as they fucked. Her upper torso completely covered by the rocking tits that were so immense! Her hands were plucking and pulling on whichever erect nipple Lance was not nipping and sucking. Her legs were wrapped about him as she thrust her hips up at the laboring young man.
Their gasping breath filled the room as they worked.
"Harder, Lance, harder! Make me cum! You're so good! So hard, so big, I love your giant cock. Make me taste it in my throat!"
He was almost doing that, he felt. She was absorbing every inch he could push into her. Her pussy was squeezing and throbbing around his dick. If she had not already pulled a load from him he would have come much sooner. But he knew what she liked. She liked to be fucked to the point where she was on the verge of unconsciousness. And he was determined to do that.
All at once, in the middle of a stroke she began to shiver and shake. Her orgasm rolled over her in a massive, endless wave. One after another, the waves of ecstasy peaked and crested. One after another she felt her pussy convulse in orgasm after orgasm.
With a roar of fulfillment Lance pulled himself free of her clutching cunt and jacked himself off with both hands. Seconds passed as he spewed a load much larger than his earlier one. When he was done Mommie was a mess. Her hair, her smiling face, her gigantic tits, even the desk, was streaked with lines of cum. The last of his immense load dripped onto her stomach as he forced the last of it from his dick.
Smiling up at her lover, Mommie pulled him to her and gave him a scorching kiss.
"You are the best. You are the best!" she murmured. "Now let's get dressed and go home where we can really let loose. It's a good thing these walls are soundproofed." She giggled at the thought.
Slowly they pulled themselves together. Looking at the School Psychologist Mommie saw that she was unaware of them at all. Her eyes closed, one of her hands was driving in and out of her cunt while the other was playing with the tits that she had uncovered at some point.
'Huh, I am bigger than her. A lot bigger. Just like Lance said,' Mommie mused to herself.
They left the room. As she pulled the door shut behind her Mommie spoke back into the room.
"Thank you so much for your help," she addressed the still unaware SP. She hoped that the SP would not be disturbed until she had a chance to recover from watching she and Lance fuck each other silly.
"Good night," she addressed the young receptionist as she left.
Neither she nor Lance noticed that the young lady had her earphones plugged into the intercom instead of the Dictaphone. Nor did they notice that she had both hands below the desk. The muted buzzing could have been the sound of the Dictaphone.
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