Brians Birthday Surprise Pt 01 1

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), and totally unrealistic scenarios, they might not be for you. If you like those things, great! But I can't stress this enough: ***These scenarios are not meant to be realistic.*** At all. They exist in a fantasy world. If that, or anything else I've mentioned, is not your thing, there's plenty of other stuff to read on this site. If it is, though, please rate and leave a comment! Thanks. (All characters are over 18 years old.)

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Brian had always known his mother was both extremely petite and exceedingly sexy. Petite, that is, in all places but two: her round, firm butt and her cartoonishly massive tits.

She was in good shape: Years of working out and yoga had given her slightly thick, muscular thighs, which tapered down to tiny, delicate feet, as well as a toned back and arms. (Her hands, however, were just as tiny as her feet.)

Mrs. Pepper almost always wore her long, auburn hair in an adorable ponytail, bangs framing her innocent, delicate face: a cute button nose, large green eyes with prominent lashes, and slightly puffy lips that most of the time seemed to be shaped in a sweet, almost shy smile. Mrs. Pepper was 42 but easily could have passed for 30, her youthfulness accentuated by her tiny frame.

And then there were her breasts. No matter what she wore, it was obvious that they were wildly out of proportion with her body: two gigantic, round balloons that pushed out t-shirts to the point that they revealed her toned stomach. At her size, it was impossible for them to look like anything but two basketballs attached to her chest.

Simply put, he was obsessed with them.

On the morning of his 18th birthday, he came down to the kitchen, wearing only pajama bottoms and a sleeveless t-shirt. There was his mother, sitting at the kitchen table, her gorgeous, just slightly thick, luminous legs crossed, a book nestled in her lap under a truly massive bosom. (How was she able to even see it? Brian wondered.)

Watching her with that innocent look on her beautiful face, her lucent hair tied in a ponytail with a scrunchie, he suddenly realized what she reminded him of: a little gymnast, with a frame that managed to be lithe, slightly muscular and curvy at the same time -- but one that could never actually be a gymnast's. Her chest was simply too gigantic, her top-heavy, big-bottomed body in sharp contrast to her height and general petiteness.

She looked up, gazing at her son with that sweet, innocent smile, and then sprung up from the kitchen table, her massive tits bouncing under a cut-off jersey; it had the name of Brian's football team -- the Cougars -- emblazoned it, though the words were almost unreadable because of the roundness and forward projection of her huge bosom.

"Happy birthday, sweetie!" she squealed, running to him, her little, busty body jiggling as she did. She squeezed him around the middle: she was so short that her bosom pressed into his lower abdomen, her head into his chest. He did what he had started to do in recent months: he lifted her effortlessly off the ground until they faced each other. She smiled -- by now, she was unfazed by her son's immense strength -- that gorgeous, slightly shy smile and kissed him gently on the lips, then began kissing him all over his face and neck, giggling as she did. She stroked the back of his head and kissed him again on the lips.

"I can't believe you're 18! My sweet little boy is all grown up." She beamed at him instinctively wrapped her tiny hands around his neck and her legs around his torso, as if she were a small animal wrapped around a tree.

Her "little boy" had gone through an impressive growth spurt; he now towered over her 4'10" frame by almost a foot and a half. He worked out just as constantly as she did and had the muscles to prove it. His solid, thick frame and impressive strength had gotten him spots on the starting lineups of both the football and basketball teams.

That wasn't all that had grown. His cock had gone from normal to oversized -- about 9 inches when erect and as thick as his mother's forearm. So thick, in fact, that when he masturbated, he had to do so with two hands. And he jerked off constantly. It was never enough. Huge ropes of cum would blast out of his throbbing prick, over and over. And the quantity never seemed to decrease; each time, he could have filled one of his mother's coffee mugs. And, of course, the main object of his fantasies was his tiny-but-incredibly voluptuous mother.

She again kissed him all over his face. "I love that we can be so affectionate with each other, sweetheart," she said shyly.

"Me too, Mommy." He had never grown out of calling her that, and she had never objected.

"I still can't believe how big you are."

By now, she was surely feeling his hardening cock pressing against her groin. Was that part of her comment?

"My big boy," she said, smiling that adorable smile.

"Um, Mommy? Can I ask you a question?" Without even realizing it, his gaze had drifted down to her immense cleavage, pushed up out of her cut-off jersey as her chest pressed into his. She was clearly pretending not to notice.

"Of course, baby. Anything."

"When... when did you develop?"

"What do you mean?" Was she playing dumb?

"I mean your... proportions."

"Ahhh. Well..." She released herself from her son's towering body and he lowered her down until her little, naked feet reached the ground. She swooned at not just his sheer strength but how gentle he was.

"I hope you don't mind me asking," he said. "It's just that..."

"What, sweetie?"

"No, I shouldn't say. It's sorta gross."

"Well now you have to tell me!"

"A few of my friends... they were making guesses."

"Oh. Well I suppose that's flattering."

"No, it's gross. I'm sorry I asked."

"It's fine, baby. Sit down."

He sat at the kitchen table, and to his shock and delight, she sat on his lap, nestling her cushy, round ass cheeks onto his groin. He was fully erect now, and though he was aware and a little embarrassed that she was now sitting on his turgid cock, she didn't seem to mind. Her breasts just barely caressed his chest.

"When I was 18," she said, running her hands through his hair, from the side to the back, "I was already really big up top. My first real bras were an E cup, though I was always spilling out of those.

"In college, I got even bigger, both my breasts and my butt. My bust grew to an F cup. You know what my nickname was? 'Shortstack.'" She giggled. "Besides not being able to fit into clothes, it didn't bother me. To be honest, I liked being stared at. I get... easily excited, shall we say. And I sort of love my body being on display. I also love playing with my huge bosom -- squeezing them, tweaking my little nipples."

A speechless Brian gulped and nodded.

"After you were born, they got much bigger, and stayed that way. That's one of the reasons why I work out so much: they are a lot carry around. Feel how strong my back muscles are," she said.

He ran his hand along her upper back -- which was, indeed, quite muscular -- and said, "Very impressive." Once again, he realized that he was staring at her cleavage the breastmeat bulging out of her jersey. He quickly glanced up, but she had caught him and smiled at him.

"So, um--"

"How big am I now?"

Brian again just nodded.

She leaned into him, her bosom pressing even more urgently into his chest, and whispered sexily into his ear: "HH cup." She leaned back and cupped her massive breasts, bringing his gaze once again to her cleavage. "I like 'em, anyway."

His erection was already rock-hard and throbbing. So when his mother started slowly grinding her bottom into his groin, he thought he might explode in his pajama pants. "I guess you do too," she said with a wink.

"Anyway!" his mother exclaimed with a smile, bringing her son back down to earth. "I wanted to talk to you about something else. The truth is that as you've grown... well, there's no other way to put it: I think you're really attractive."

*She's* attracted to *me*?, he thought.

"I know it's wrong and sinful and I shouldn't act on it. But you know since your Dad left, I've only been on a few dates. And the realization I had on your 18th birthday is that no one really interests me. Except for you."

Brian couldn't believe what he was hearing. The woman of his dreams -- who he had assumed would forever be out of reach for him -- was telling him that she wanted him.

"Wow, Mommy. I... don't know what to say. The truth is that you're the most beautiful, sexy woman I've ever met. You're... perfect."

The young mother bit her lip, her face flushing slightly. "That's extremely flattering, sweetie. I sort of had a feeling you might have a crush on me, but perfect? Wow. And I'm especially glad you feel that way given your birthday present."

He had completely forgotten it was his birthday.

"I thought it'd be fun if we made it a birthday week. And each day would have a theme."

"I'm not sure I understand," he said, staring hypnotically into her big green eyes.

"Brian... *I'm* your birthday present. And each day for the next week we get to do... well, all kinds of stuff together."

"Um... sexual stuff?"

"Of course, silly! That's the whole point. I even put together a list." She reached into the top of her jersey, once again drawing Brian's attention to her swollen cleavage, and pulled out a little, folded up sheet of paper from her bra. She unfolded it and handed it to him. "See?"

Brian gulped.

"Well, what do you think?"

As he scanned the list, he could only say one thing. "Holy shit."

His mother giggled. "I thought you'd like that. Anything you don't want to do, just say the word. But that's all stuff that turns me on. So I give my consent for all of it -- even the more... out there stuff. And day one starts--" She leaned in and kissed him deeply on the lips. "Now."

DAY ONE: EXPLORATION DAY

After a quick breakfast, Brian followed his mother up the stairs -- his eyes darting between her bulbous rear, swaying from side to side and her giant tits, which he could easy see on either side of her slim torso.

"OK, let's meet in my bedroom in 20 minutes," his mother said when they got to the second-floor landing. "Don't worry about what wearing anything special. I'll take care of that," she added with a giggle. "Just take a quick shower."

Brian's head was spinning. He bolted to his room, did some quick pushups and sit-ups (he wasn't exactly sure why -- he just wanted to look as strong and muscular as he could for his mother) and took that shower. He threw on a t-shirt and a pair of comfy shorts, taking his mom at her word. He glanced at the clock: 20 minutes had passed. He slowly walked over to his mother's bedroom and peeked in.

"Be there in a sec," he heard his mother say from the bathroom. "Just take a seat on the bed."

He did as he was told. The anticipation alone was driving him crazy; he felt his cock slowly hardening, lengthening down one side of his shorts. He wanted to adjust it so it was pointing upward, but was worried it would poke out the top of his shorts. Then he heard the bathroom door open. With a billow of steam behind her, there was his mother, as he'd never seen her before. He almost felt himself go faint at the sight.

Her hair was still in a ponytail, but everything else was different. First, she was wearing lipstick, which she almost never did, a medium-dark shade of red that played off her almost-olive skin. On her neck was a black choker. She wore heeled slippers, fuzzy at the tips, that must have been 3 or 4 inches high. She had moisturized her legs, which gave them just a hint of a sheen.

But it was what was in between her neck and legs that stunned him into silence. Her insanely curvy torso was clad in a babydoll chemise, a dark red satin that matched her lipstick. It was trimmed with black lace around the enormous cups of the top edge of the bodice portion, and along the bottom of the hem, which ended just a couple of inches down her thighs.

Straps ran from the top of the bra cups over her shoulders, stretched so taut by the forward projection of her massive, HH-cup tits they were pulled partially away from the top of her torso. Even from across the room, he could see the little bumps created by her nipples -- they must have been extremely stiff. The fabric covering her tits could barely contain them; two swells of breastmeat pushed out of the top.

She was the most stunning woman he had ever seen.

She smiled at him, biting her lips and gently swaying her body like an embarrassed schoolgirl.

"So, what do you think of Mommy's outfit?"

"You look... I don't even have the words for it," Brian squeaked out. "Beautiful. Gorgeous. Sexy. Beyond sexy. Perfect."

"Oh, you sweet talker," she said with a giggle as she began to approach her, her body jiggling slightly with each step. She stopped in front of him. With him sitting on the bed and her height -- plus the handful of inches provided by her heels -- he was staring directly at her massive bust.

"So, today's focus will be pretty straightforward. We're going to explore each other's bodies. And we're going to have sex. A lot of it. I want to tell you a couple of things first and ask you a couple of questions."

"Okay," Brian gulped.

"First of all, Mommy is very sexual. I masturbate a lot and I have a lot of orgasms -- very intense orgasms. I want you to know that going so you aren't freaked out. They sort of take over my whole body. My pussy is very sensitive, but so are my breasts." She cupped her massive tits. "I've orgasmed just from sucking on my own nipples."

Good lord, Brian thought. His mother wasn't just insanely hot, she was a sex maniac.

"When I was younger, I once wondered if there was some sort of underlying problem, so I went to a doctor, a specialist in this sort of thing. She told me I was 'hypersexual' -- basically, all my sexual characteristics and reactions are... exaggerated."

This is all sounding familiar, Brian thought.

"Okay, let's talk about you for a moment. Do you masturbate a lot too, Brian?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"I had a feeling. Actually, I knew," she said, with a giggle, her tits jiggling just inches from his face. "The walls in this house are pretty thin."

She saw his face go red. "Don't worry, kiddo, it's fine. Obviously, we're cut from the same cloth. How many times per day would you say you jerk off?"

"Um... five or six?"

"Wow! That's impressive. And do you cum a lot?"

"Yes, Mommy. Every time."

"That explains all the tissues in your trash can."

She sat down next to him and gazed up at his beautiful blue eyes, then began to lightly caress his thigh. His erection was clearly visible through his shorts, but she seemed to be pretending to ignore it.

"So it sounds like you and I share a certain... stamina." She paused and moved her little hand to rest on his throbbing erection, then, slowly, began to teasingly caress it. "Sweetie, would you show Mommy your penis? It feels so big and hard. Mommy really wants to see it. Please?" Despite her horny request, her expression was so innocent and sweet. Brian was, of course, happy to oblige. He began to pull down his shorts and, out of the corner of his eye, saw his voluptuous mother begin to squirm a little and actually lick her lips.

Soon, his big cock sprung out as if it were a jack in the box, pointing straight up, its mushroom head already slickened with pre-cum. His mother gasped.

"My goodness, sweetie!" she exclaimed. "I've seen it from afar, but up close... That is a gorgeous penis. Um, do you want to see your Mommy's naked body? Why don't you take off your t-shirt and shorts and I'll take off this," she said, gesturing at her tiny lingerie.

Brian whipped off his clothes as quickly as he could so he wouldn't miss a second of his petite, incredibly gorgeous and top-heavy mother stripping.

He watched, agape, as his mother got up and slowly, teasingly, began remove her chemise. He was finally going to see the woman of his dreams nude. She smiled at him and grabbed the bottom of the lingerie. She raised it up, revealing her little pussy, then her toned stomach and narrow waist. She struggled to get it over her huge rack, but she finally succeeded; her two incredible breasts bounced and swayed until they settled on her little torso. He could not believe how enormous and round they were, particularly on her teen-like figure; they were so wildly out of proportion.

She kicked off her heeled slippers. All that remained was her choker. She had moisturized her whole body, so it took on a sheen and almost glowed. She saw how enraptured her son was and twisted her tiny body so her massive tits rocked back and forth.

"What do you think, baby? Do you like your Mommy's body?"

"It's amazing, Mommy. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

She blushed. "Thank you, sweetheart. You're beautiful too." He realized she was staring at his cock. "And your penis... it's amazing. Would it be okay if..." As she spoke, she lowered herself to the floor between her son's legs. "...I kissed it?"

"Uh, sure, Mommy. You can do whatever you want with it," the teenager said. His head was spinning. She had -- intentionally or not -- brought her hands together in her lap, pushing her tits together. From his new vantage point, he had an amazing view of her resulting ballooning cleavage.

"I can?" she said sweetly, planting a light kiss on the head of her son's throbbing cock. "I can kiss it?" She began to cover it with kisses. "And lick it?" She ran her tongue up and down the increasingly hard cock. "It's sooooo beautiful, baby. I have one more confession to make," she said, continuing to love on her son's prick, rubbing it against her face -- the contrast between it and her head making it look even bigger than it was. "I knew it was big, so I've... been practicing."

"What do you mean?"

"On a dildo," she said, both blushing and giggling. "A big one. I wanted to be able to deep-throat you, sweetie. Let's see how I did."

And with that, she began to suck on the cock, slowly taking more and more of it into her mouth, until -- a miracle! thought Brian -- it was fully engulfed. His huge prick was lodged in his mother's throat.

"GGGUUUCK! GGGUUUCK! GGGUUUCK!" She was making obscene noises as she sucked on his cock, staring directly into his eyes with just a touch of trepidation in hers.

It felt amazing. She was born to do this, thought Brian. She withdrew her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her bee-stung lips and his throbbing, almost purple cock.

"Do you want to cum in Mommy's mouth, baby? I've been dreaming about swallowing your sperm. Would you fill my belly with your seed? I need it so badly."

He didn't respond in words, but rather grabbed her ponytail and pulled her face back onto his cock. She went straight back to her level of enthusiasm. But not he was controlling the pace; he was face-fucking his gorgeous mother. He grabbed each side of her head and began to stab her mouth with his cock. She moaned with pleasure and again stared up at him longingly. He felt his orgasm begin to build.

But before he came, he wanted to fulfill an idea he had dreamed about -- and masturbated to -- for years. He wasn't sure he could pull it off, but this was his chance. He grabbed his mother's body by her tiny waist and, almost effortlessly, flipped her upside-down, so her mouth was directly in front of his monster cock, her legs up in the air, her ponytail dangling below.

"AHHHHH!" the mother cried, alarmed but incredibly turned on by his strength and control of her body. "What are you doing?!"

"Suck my prick, Mommy," he said, once again slamming his cock into her mouth. He could feel her massive chest pressing into his abdomen.