A quick note: My stories aren't for everyone. If you don't like very petite women with really huge breasts, mother-son incest (or the use of the word "mommy" in a sexual context), totally unrealistic scenarios, or extended foreplay, they might not be for you. If you like those things, great! Vote and leave a comment if you want. If you don't like them, go elsewhere. Thanks. (All characters are over 18 years old.)
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"Good morning, sweetie!" Brian was still in bed, just waking up, as his mother wandered into his room. As always, it was an amazing sight first thing in the morning. She had just rolled out of bad, but even simply clad in her pajamas - grey yoga pants and a plain light blue tank top - her tousled hair partly hanging across her smiling face, she was, by far, the sexiest, most stunning woman he had ever seen.
"Morning, Mommy!" Brian, just barely 18, had taken to calling his mother "Mommy" after he did it once over dinner accidentally and she loved it. It reminded her, she said, of fond memories. He loved it too. Months later, it had become habit.
The young mother tucked a strand of her dark, wavy, luscious hair, which fell just past her shoulders, behind an ear. She beamed at her son. She was, he thought, perfect: bright green eyes framed by a delicate, slim face; thick, pouty lips; a smile that dazzled. Smooth, flawless olive skin. She easily could have passed for 25, though she was pushing 40.
She stretched her slim, toned arms above her head and yawned; in the process, she displayed her insanely sexy body for her son, as if showing it off for him.
She was, without a doubt, the most amazing female specimen he had ever seen. Each day, he had to shake off the feeling that he was living a dream by even being under the same roof as his ideal woman. It was almost as if someone had designed every aspect of her specifically to turn him on.
Some men liked their women statuesque, skinny, well-muscled. Not Brian. The body type that obsessed him, and the one his mother fit to a T, was the opposite: short - very short, in fact, barely 5 feet tall - very petite, but very, very curvy. Obscenely so. To most, she would have seemed almost cartoonish. But not Brian.
As she stretched, his eyes roamed over her super-petite, wildly voluptuous body. He began with her tiny, delicate feet, toenails painted a deep red, then moved up to her legs, which were smooth, toned and just a little thick. Above them, the slight outline of her pussy lips was just barely visible through the soft, thin fabric. Because she was facing a bit to the side, he could see her second-most outrageous feature: her huge, round bubble butt. Like two cantaloupe halves, they pushed out of her yoga pants, just begging to be groped.
Wide, inviting hips gave way to a trim waist. Because she was stretching - and because of what was to come just above - her tank top pulled up a bit, exposing her taut but still soft belly. Above that... Brian came to his mother's favorite feature, the one that dominated his fantasies growing up, that fueled virtually every masturbation session he'd ever had, his daily obsession. Her breasts. Her gigantic, round, simply magnificent breasts.
They would be massive on any women, but on her tiny, almost teen-like body (bubble butt excepted), they boggled the mind. As big as her butt was, it simply could compete with her tits. They were so very round - even without a bra, as she was now, they were cantilevered upward, with just a bit of sag, and an obscene level of what he heard was called "forward projection" - it looked like they jutted out from her tiny frame a foot. He could do the slight outline of her nipples, which were visibly rigid.
Brian's cock, needless to say, was rock-hard and throbbing under his blanket.
It seemed like an hour had passed since she had begun her stretching, thought it had actually been just a few seconds. Brian was jolted out of his revelry, though, when his mother swayed and jiggled - she couldn't not - over to his bed, climbed in and cuddled up next to him, her massive tits smushing against the side of his chest, her lithe legs intertwining with his, her head nestling against his neck. He had been sleeping in the nude and his cock immediately started to harden under the thin sheet.
"Mmmmm," she moaned. "What a nice way to start the day. I love you so much, baby."
"I love you too, Mommy. This is, um, really nice."
"Isn't it?" she said, looking up with those gorgeous, sparkling green eyes at his. "I've come to look forward to this."
Their morning cuddles had started a few weeks earlier when his mom had wandered in, half-asleep, and curled up next to him. The cuddle sessions had gotten longer and closer since then.
He had started playing basketball the year before and his gangly body had filled out. He had grown a few inches and was now 5'10"; he towered over his tiny mother. Her hands roamed over over his muscular chest and shoulder. She kissed his arm warmly. "You've gotten so much bigger. And I've stayed my tiny self," she giggled. "Well, mostly tiny." She glanced down at her huge, magnificent breasts, still mashed against him. Her voice was small and high-pitched, almost like a little girl's. Brian had noticed this had increased along with their morning sessions.
He smiled, then got self-conscious. His cock had gotten bigger, too, and was, at the moment, as hard as it had ever been.
Then, ever so gently, she began grinding her crotch against his thigh.
He thought he might pass out from horniness. "Mommy?" he said.
"It that ok, sweetie? It just feels really good."
"Sure. I mean, it makes me feel good too." He felt like his cock was going to explode.
She bit her lip and stared up at him. "I feel like I need to be honest with you about something."
"Ok."
"I can tell you a secret?"
"Sure, Mommy."
"I think you're really beautiful. You've developed into a really beautiful man."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His hand drifted down her back, resting now on the very upper limit of her sexy bubble butt.
"But that's not my secret. My secret is about my body, not yours." She smiled at him. "Sweetie... " she again looked down at her own tits. Her top had bunch up and titflesh oozed everywhere. He thought he might see a nipple at any second. "I've seen how you look at Mommy. It's really flattering. You like my body, huh?"
"I really do, Mommy. I think about you... all the time."
"You don't think my breasts are too big?"
"No! I mean, no. Not at all. They are beautiful."
Her cheeks flushed. "Thanks. Before you were born, they were big, but not like this. When I was your age I was an E-cup. I felt so awkward - like a little girl with a big girl body. But then I had you and they got much, much bigger. FF for a while, then an H. And I started to like it. They've got so big, baby. Do you want to know how big I am?"
"Yes please."
"I'm a 30JJ, sweetie."
Gulp.
