Big Taboo

She sighed again and contemplated whether she should tell him or not. But breaking his heart might not have been a good idea right now - God knows how he currently felt about his mojo deteriorating. Janet thought a couple of Viagra pills might help. Maybe - but for how long? The woman didn't see any signs of her growth stopping anytime soon and her libido seemed to grow in tandem. If Frank showed signs of struggle now, how would he perform a few weeks or months from now? Eventually she would have to opt for someone younger...

Frank glanced at his wife's cum-stained glutes rubbing against the bedsheets and was puzzled over how she couldn't have felt him inside her. She felt the mayonnaise-like substance ooze from her ass, but only at the edge. Frank penetrated her consistently for the last few hours, yet the woman was unfazed by his efforts. That wasn't to say she was entirelyunpleased - she spread her legs outward to let her pussy breathe and watched its thick muscles pulse. At least Frank was good with his fingers. But again, that would only last so long.

"Maybe your age is starting to show." Janet turned to Frank solemnly in the hope that he understood what she meant. Of course he did, but frankly, he knew it to be absurd. Sure, he was forty-four, but his older brother was still going strong with his wife, so that ought to be a good indication on how the family's health was like in the bedroom, right?

"My age is showing?" Frank scoffed as he pulled himself up to rest his back on the headboard. He knew there was something else to his inability to please Janet, not his cock failing. Heck, he still got a raging hard-on in the morning! "I doubt that."

Janet shrugged, her shoulder muscles popping to the surface with the slightest flex. "I'm just taking an educated guess here, Frank."

Frank leaned in closer to his wife, their respective widths humorously contrasted by their reflection from the mirror. He was almost like a toothpick in comparison with Janet - he was fit in his own right, but barely came to close to even half her size. He accepted it for what it was, though begrudgingly. "Maybe it's something we can figure out together. I know we each have our different views on how you look, but it clearly hasn't damaged our fun like now. So it hasto be something else, right?"

Of course, Janet knew exactly what that 'something else' was - that she had an unhealthy attraction to her own son; her own flesh and blood. But she couldn't exactly tell Frank that. Not without creating problems with their relationship that until now didn't really exist.

She turned to Frank and smiled. "Yeah, we'll work it out - together." Janet felt guilt fill her after she spoke those words, not knowing how she could possibly maintain two relationships, each of which had their pros and cons - her relationship with Frank was right - the healthiest - but the one with Nick would prove to be the most exhilarating given he was younger and had more energy.

But in all honesty, Janet couldn't wait to get back with Nick again. She just had to think of an excuse for Frank to not be in the way...

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"How fast are the effects on these pills?" Janet shook the pillbox at the store assistant with curiosity, hoping she could provide a more professional opinion on the drugs she hoped to purchase. Janet had heard stories from her friends that they worked well, while read online that they didn't work at all, so her decision was clouded.

"I hear they're the best on the market to-date." The assistant made her opinion known to Janet long before she actually took a proper look at the rippling woman, so when she eyeballed the engorged brunette it was no surprise the smaller woman gulped in fear. She followed the outrageous vascularity on Janet's left arm until it met her pumpkin'd shoulder large enough to be considered the same size as a human head! "Results are almost instantaneous," the assistant squeaked in a mousey tone.

"Branadine - Make Sex Great Again" read the pillbox. Janet fought an internal battle with herself over whom to give the pills to: her loving of twenty years, or the outrageously sexual active young adult she had for a son. Both had pleasured her in their own unique way, but Janet vowed to herself that total sexual commitment was needed from the person she saw fit to have the pills. She read the back of the box for the usage instructions.

The possibility of one's cock growing a whole foot longer was enticing enough for Janet to take the pills then and there, stashing the box into her shopping basket before strutting to the till, melon'd calves pushing against her leather heels. A cock that was well over a foot long would be enough to penetrate her to vaginal muscles. She'd have to test the pills out to be sure.

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As planned, Janet tested the pill out on Frank later that night during their nightly fuck. The sex was good for a time - Frank was able to creampie Janet as requested - or rather ordered - before things started to go awry. Frank's performance was eventually hindered by his growing tiredness. His cock and balls grew, but that didn't imply he would last longer in bed, much to Janet's disappointment.

Even, so she was ecstatic. When the behemoth woman woke up the following morning, she knew she had grown bigger following the sex, even if the sex wasn't that great. Her larger frame was evidenced by the fact that formerly she barely eked close enough to press against her husband's leg, but now that was a completely different story. But just how much bigger was a mystery yet to be solved. Frank was still asleep, much to Janet's dismay, so to counter this and get her bigger framed checked up, she hounded for Nick to comply with her demand.

Nick's first sight that warm summer morning was his mother staring down at him in a nightie so tight it was better off being a thong. The young man's natural reaction to waking up didn't help; he felt his powerful erection press against his sheets and it made him question whether it really was his morning wood or his way of being so pleased to see his gaping mother again. In any case, he pulled himself up and off the bed, revealing himself to be wearing naught but his tight underwear Janet bought him earlier in the week. His erection tented upward at a humorous curvature, much to his mother's pleasure.

"At least someone's pleased to see me this morning." Janet tried to hide the disappointment in her husband's lack of consideration for her, and his evident tiredness. Maybe if she didn't spend so much time trying to ride him overnight things would've been different. She closed the door behind her and revealed the industrial grade measuring tape that measured up to several hundred feet. The gargantuan mother let the tape roll across Nick's floor until it extended far as his radiator, stopping at six feet "I need measured again, sweetie. Would you care to do the honours?"

Nick complied without question, taking the tape from his beefy mother's hand and took a moment to decide what muscle to first measure. But the decision was ultimately made for him as Janet brought her arm up into a flex so powerful the sleeve of her nightie burst and veins shot to

the surface of her otherwise supernaturally smooth skin; within the space of that short moment, Janet's arm was caked in throbbing veins. "Arms first then," Nick said.

He delicately wrapped the tape round his mother's oversized arm, his mind running wild over just how large it truly was - without so much as a proper pump or workout beforehand, no less! It was as if two watermelons had been forcibly stuffed into the woman's limb and the articles of food were trying desperately to break free from the confines of her skin, pushing to the surface and forcing her veins upward in a zig-zag formation. Nick's already-imposing erection was heightened by this arousing displaying, distracting him somewhat; the veins literally moved at their own accord, snaking along the mother's arm until they clustered together at her pumpkin'd shoulder. Eventually the measurement was made.

"Just a little over forty-eight inches," Nick declared. Naturally he was left astounded by the revelation laid before him. He knew his mother was big, but not that big. Not that it was a complaint or anything. It was just— she was bigger than big: she was huge! Janet was pleased by the result, of course, although she'd hate to admit that a much more rounded number would've been preferred.

In any case, she continued. Slowly, Janet removed her nightie to reveal a wafer-thin pair of frilly underwear. They weren't naturally that thin. Janet's monstrous frame just made it look as though they were. Teasingly, she slapped her extended right quad and both watched it ripple with power and her son's ensuing reaction; he gulped loudly as the thick slab of she-beef pulse with strength and vigour, prompting him to understand what was being inferred. Kneeling down on both knees, Nick proceeded to measure his mother's quad dutifully, anticipation and curiosity both taking hold of him. He wondered just as much as she did how large her pillar thick quad was.

Same as her arm, the mother's quad fell victim to an indescribable outburst of vascularity rising to the surface of her leg, pulsing feverishly as thick blue tubing quaked perversely in its attempt to roll down and invade her leg. Even the leg that wasn't being measured at the time did the same thing; veins scurrying up her thigh to cluster at her hip. Again, it was distracting for Nick. His mother's moans of immeasurable pleasure didn't help.

"Fifty-six," the son eventually managed to call out, the measurement burning into his brain. How someone's quad could be so thick and large was beyond him. And yet, his mother boasted it in such a way that it was as though it were natural. Repeating the motion, she slapped her quad in a somewhat dominating fashion, grinning perversely as the unnaturally sized muscle flexed at its own will.

She was far from done.

Janet continued. She turned her back to Nick, making him stare at her freakishly beefy and defined hamstrings that flexed as she took her gentle steps forward to give her monolithic frame more room to breathe. Without as much as a word she pointed down to her calf, indicating that was next for measuring. Nick couldn't think of a reason not to comply; the incredible meatiness of his mother's heart-shaped calf was just too mesmerizing for him to do otherwise. Pulling his arm down lower, Nick wrapped the tape round Janet's calf, taking an ever so brief moment to

eyeball the squirming veins surrounding it. He had seen some pretty big calves over the years - most of which, awkwardly, came from the guys in college - but Janet's were a completely different story; not only were they larger, but also more defined - striations lined the muscular sinews to the point where it was argued the leg it adjoined to was even human. Then the measurement came.

"Fifty." That was all Nick managed to say. That was all he really had to say - the measurements, one after the other, spoke for him. Janet took that proud moment of revelation to turn back to Nick with a smile. She was both pleased at and surprised by him, considering she never expected him to last that long before his load was blown, even if it was first thing in the morning. Considering that, she felt a reward of some notion was due. And an award she gave.

Pulling Nick in close, pressing him feverishly into the surging greatness of her granite hard chest, Janet rewarded her son with a passionate kiss akin to the one she provided the day before, taking his breath away every second it lasted, caring not it was with her own offspring. Sure, it was wrong, but it proved to be a lot more exhilarating than any peck on the cheek or full French kiss her husband offered. Janet was past caring and had been that way for a long time. And it didn't seem like Nick complained either.

Nick pulled away when he felt something slip down his throat - a pill probably; it was small enough. He was of the mind to question what sort of pill his mother had that graced his gullet, but she offered an expression in return that seemed to indicate he should trust her. Nick had been trusting of his mother until now, so saw no real reason to suddenly feel otherwise. He was just ever so curious about what the pill did. And he would find out - sooner than he thought.

"I need you to fill the hole in my life. The hole your father fails to fill." Janet glanced perversely at her son's still prominent erection and smiled at its increasing girth. That wasn't to say he was becoming more erect - not that he wasn't either. Rather, his manhood was literally growing larger - permanently - as the result of the pill he was stealthily given. The length of Nick's cock was growing so rapidly that it wasn't long before his underwear was straining in its vain attempt to keep itself within the cotton confines of modesty. His mother didn't want that, and it didn't look like Nick wanted it either. Taking hold of his underwear, Janet effortlessly ripped them apart to reveal Nick's pulsing, larger cock and balls. It must've been a whole foot long and several inches thick - like a steel rod. That pleased them both. Even though that was the case—

"You and I both know we want to take each other right now. But your father..." Janet hated the fact Frank was in the way of the insurmountable pleasure that would otherwise occur between her and Nick. She reminisced about the inner argument she had over whether to give the pill to him or Nick. But truth be told, things between her and Frank at an emotional level were dissipating faster than she liked. Not to mention the fact Nick was naturally bigger than his father even before the pill, anyway. "Maybe I'll come tonight. In more ways than one."

Nick nodded with a grin, his larger erect cock pressed against Janet's thigh. There was no denying he was eager for what would come later that night. He'd just have to endure the long wait until then. But he was also half a mind to ask if there was any point explaining to his father how his cock and balls were bigger. After all, he always was anyway.

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The waiting for Nick throughout the following day was arduous, knowing now, at night, he would be welcomed by the inhumanly muscled sexiness of his mother eager to fuck him. He couldn't keep his mind off the idea that Janet was ready and willing to plough him hard - even if she was his own mother. Neither of them, though, cared about that. Ever since Nick was jerked off by her in the basement gym, he was instantly attracted to Janet - and she him. Now that the fateful event came, Janet was ready to test the new girth of her son's cock, brought on by the penile enlargement pills she bought the day earlier.

"I know I'm extra thick and bulgy down there, but..." Janet parted her pussy lips with her fingers, feeling the muscles of her genitalia flex and throb at will, whilst she watched Nick stare at it nervously. He wasn't that sure how it could do that - flex without Janet having to command the bulgy beef to do so - but he barely cared. The web of veins patterning her genitalia was hard to miss. "...you're extra thick and bulgy too, so I don't think there's going to be that much of a problem, sweetie."

Nick's erection intensified when Janet scooted forward slightly so her shadow-casting bulk engulfed him, blanketing him in a jet black silhouette of her crazy beefiness. Every ounce of her was welcoming. His cock brushed against his bent thigh, eking ever closer to the face of his knee. His mother watched soundlessly with a shrewd grin, before shamelessly taking his cock in her hand.

"You got a condom?" She ran her thumb along the length of Nick's meat, tracing the one thick vein that travelled across his shaft. The pills she gave him definitely worked; his cock must've been at least a whole foot longer than his father's now, having somehow grown slightly afterthe pills wore off. Janet was almost past waiting for the inevitable moment that would ensue between them both.

"No." The worry in Nick's words made him panic slightly. He was so caught up on his eagerness to fuck his mother that he failed to oversee every detail. Worried his failing to get a condom would dampen the moment he'd waited for, Will's erection diminished somewhat.

"Good." Janet started stroking Nick off at a snail's pace, her palm always an inch or two away from his meatus before she pulled her hand down to his impressive sack. Every stroke coerced the woman's bicep to bulge and tighten, blood coursing through the massive ball-shaped mound of she-meat, veins thicker than Will's own coiling in all sorts of directions; up, down, left, right, sideways— "I'd hate to punish you for even thinking it was a good idea to put one on.

Now..."

Since he was now pumped up with enough to do so, Janet positioned her waiting pussy above Nick's cock and slid into him, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as his impressive thickness penetrated her vaginal walls. Her husband Frank had long tried to do the same thing, but always seemed to fail. Nevertheless, Nick managed to do it on the first try. She thanked him; leaning over him, the mother urged herself forward to passionately kiss Nick as she did after he last measured her. Her vaginal muscles were clamped down on his dick so he couldn't move, but

the kiss he was just offered goaded his erection to push deeper into Janet, flexing perversely inside her power-packed six-pack gut!

"Fill me up, sweetie." Janet took advantage of Nick's development, thrusting forwards, backwards, up, down, left and right in her inevitably successful intention to make him blow his load. It would take time, but eventually it would come - as would they both. Flexing her fifty-plus inched arms for him to see, Janet endeavoured to arouse Nick even more. "Give me what your father can't."

And it seemed to work too! As Nick flexed his monster cock deep inside Janet's gut once again, he could feel a certain pressure mounting already. It was too soon, he thought. But it didn't look like Janet minded. After all, it was what she wanted. In any case, he sought to cap his load for now, putting his mind and eyes on her piercing eyes that stared down at his, her long mane of brunette hair swept over her mushroomed lats and shoulders. Everything about his mother was just so huge, it was inescapable; when he turned his head to the right where his posters were, he could still his mother's surging, balloon-sized tits jiggling in tandem with the motion of her thrusts.

"I need you to look at me, sweetie." Janet took a firm hold of her son's comparatively tiny head and turned it towards her so all he saw was her. There wasn't a single droplet of sweat dripping down her gaping beastly frame. If anything, it was just more muscle than before and a constant layer of throbbing veins close to bursting. "I need you to fill me. You have my permission."

Permission - that was all Nick really needed from his mother before he even considered blowing his load. Sure, he knew he was going to have sex with her, but he didn't know the extent of the plan until now. The aroused male initially went with the assumption that he would pull out just as he was about to cum. But now it seemed his cum was what Janet was after.

So he obliged without question, releasing his pent-up load into her, releasing a moan of pleasure as his seed was expelled. From the corner of his arousal-induced blurred eye he watched Janet's gut expand as his load filled her like a drum; muscle and skin both stretched and grew to better accommodate the unexpected expansion. That it may have been, but Janet's responding moan of pleasure only made it seem like it was the right thing to do. She pulled out of Nick as his expelling came to an end, standing so her now-ballooned gut hung over him, gurgling disgustingly as his cum travelled inside her. Nick watched as with contention his mother hobbled over to the wall-mounted mirror and smiled. Her muscles bulged and throbbed in such a way that it looked as though they were about to burst from her skin!