Hexed Ch. 02

We both ride it out. I think I'm screaming something along with Mom, might be her name, or just one long moan that sounds like "Mom." It feels like my body knows where it is, and the amount of cum I'm generating at this moment all but dwarfs every previous orgasm I've had at this size. My cock jerks and bucks and expels jet after jet into Mom, over and over again, until it actually starts to feel raw and painful. Finally, I subside, and Mom drags my body, soaking wet and stained by our combined fluids, out of her dripping pussy.

I am bruised and battered. I feel as though I have just run a marathon without any training, or been hit by a city bus. Such are the perils of making love to a fifty foot woman.

Mom is gasping, breathless, eyes unfocused, skin flushed. But she's coming around. She carries me up to her chest cradled in both hands. "Oh, Robbie, my poor baby," she coos. "You made Mommy very happy. Oh yes you did."

I grunt something unintelligible.

"And it looks like we finally tired out that beautiful muscle of yours." I crack an eyelid, and look down at my crotch. She's right. For the first time since eating that pie, my dick is flaccid.

"Huh," I manage to say.

Mom releases a throaty giggle. "You've earned your rest, sweetie. But first I think we should clean you up."

Even after everything that has just happened, I assume a trip to the sink is in order. But no. My mother's agile tongue glides across my supine body, as she laps up semen and vaginal juices from my bruised body. Her touch is gentle, her smooth, muscular, moist tongue almost massages my weary muscles. She washes me meticulously, carefully, and I drift off into a dreamless sleep thanks to her ministrations.

7.

I wake up disoriented, fuzzy brained. I'm lying on something soft and pink that slowly rises and lowers and rumbles beneath me, while to my left and right rise tall pink walls.

I blink, remember it all, and realize I am lying in Mom's cleavage, between her massive, gorgeous breasts. I am still sticky, mostly with saliva, but still some coital fluids. My body hurts all over, but it's a good hurt, like after a good workout. I stretch like a cat, and I feel strength returning to my flaccid member. It is slowly rising and stiffening, as if it was just waiting for me to awake.

I turn around on my back and look up into Mom's smiling face.

"Good morning sleepyhead," she says.

"Is it morning already?" I croak.

"No, just an expression. It's still early, actually, only a little after 10:00. You've been asleep for a few hours."

"Sorry," I mumble, suddenly embarrassed, though I don't know why.

"Don't be. You're incredibly cute when you're sleeping. I've been admiring you."

"You didn't nap?"

"Oh, I dozed a little bit. After I cleaned you up I felt a little sleepy, but I couldn't let myself nod off completely. I wanted to stay with you, and I worry what would happen if we were both out. I could roll over and crush you."

I can't suppress a shiver. "Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome. Like I said, you're cute when you're asleep. Even your little snores are cute."

Slowly I rise to my feet, balancing myself on the slopes of Mom's breasts. Her eyebrows rise.

"I see ALL of you is awake," she says with a giggle.

I wag my hips a little, which sends my cock swinging around. "I can't help what you do to me," I said.

"Flatterer," Mom says, pretending to be annoyed. But her hands come up behind and push me forward, and she plants a big wet kiss on my chest, followed by a leisurely lick up across my pecks, neck and right cheek. Instantly I am at full mast.

Mom kisses her way down my body, starting with the side of my head, then my pecs, abs, and finally my cock. After kissing it, she swallows my cock and balls whole and sucks gently, licking me as I begin to thrust into her mouth. I ride her lips to a quick, perfunctory climax that deposits a modest load on her tongue. Once again she makes a show of swallowing it, eliciting equal parts of terror and arousal as I look down her gullet and watch her throat work.

"Delicious," she says. Mom rolls over and sets me down on a pillow. She is suddenly serious, fine brows drawn into a frown. "This is probably a stupid question after your wake-up blowjob, but how are you doing with this? Are you okay? Do you mind the fact that your own mother is using you like a sexual toy?"

I try to match her serious look, but can't. Instead I smile and laugh. "You're using me? I don't think so." I clamber across the pillow to lay one of my tiny hands across Mom's cheek. "Look, this is beyond weird. I think reality went out the window the moment I started eating that pie. I'm nine inches or so tall. You're fifty feet from my perspective. The sex is going to be weird, no matter what you do or who you are.

"But, y'know, I feel safe with you. I know you won't do anything that I don't want to do, and I know that you won't hurt me. Meanwhile, I'm hornier than a Frenchman in a Viking helmet, and honestly, you're the only person I could trust to help me deal with that right now."

I give Mom a peck on the lips that I hope she feels. "I guess I am okay with this. At least from this perspective. I don't know what will happen when I get back to full size – if I get back to full size – but right now I'm enjoying myself."

"Okay," Mom says. Despite her enormity, her voice is small. "I don't know what will happen when you're big again, but don't worry about it not happening. Trust me, I wouldn't let you stay that way."

I nod. I do know that, I'm not even sure why I said "if." Maybe because part of me kind of wants to stay small.

"I love you honey, and I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." She smiles suddenly, like a beam of sunshine through a black cloud. "I am too."

"Good! I love you too, Mom."

Mom gives me a kiss on the chest, which staggers me and knocks me back on my ass on the pillow. Mom giggles.

The bed lurches as she gets up. Parts of Mom's body lurch, too, which dominates my attention. I watch as she glides off the bed. "Stay here a sec," she says. She pads naked into her bathroom and shuts the door. I lie back on the pillow and admire the view while I can.

A little while later I hear the shower start, and then switch over to the tub faucet, a rumbling roar of water.

The door opens and Mom returns to bed. She towers over me, standing beside the bed, a human skyscraper, curvy and sensual and enormously beautiful. She reaches a hand down and extends a finger, using the pad of it to gently caress the length of my erect cock. "Ready for some more fun?"

I flex my cock, slapping the cockhead against her fingertip. "What do you have in mind?"

In answer, Mom scoops me up in a now familiar movement and carries me into the bathroom, cradled against her jiggling mammaries. Inside, she pauses again at the mirror, allowing both of us to admire the difference in our sizes. The glass is steamed, but we can both still make one another out. I still can't get over how big she is, or how intoxicating that bigness has become. Maybe she feels the same way about my size. She must, right?

Mom turns, allowing me to see the tub filled with water. It's a big tub, inset into the wall, with high marble walls, designed to accommodate my mom's taller than average body. From my perspective, it looks like an Olympic sized swimming pool. I imagine I can see curls of steam coming off the surface. Mom lifts one impossibly long leg and settles into the tub. The water level rises as her magnificent body slowly settles down into it. She is still holding me, and smiling devilishly.

I give her a questioning look, and the smile widens. Mom lifts her arms up and gives me a little toss. I loose a small cry as I sail through the air away from her and smash into the water between her knees. The water is warm, not too hot, and the heat soaks into my tired muscles. I'm underwater only briefly, admiring the view of my mother's legs and pussy and belly beneath the water, before I kick myself back to the surface. I throw wet hair back and spit a streamer of water.

Mom's huge breasts break the surface of the water, floating serenely like islands of flesh, crested by hard pink nipples. Beyond, her shoulders and head are dry, and she is smiling brightly. "I thought for sure you'd do a cannonball," she says.

I wipe water off my face. "Kind of caught me by surprise, there."

"Oh, did I?" Mom laughs. She slides under the water, dunking her head, and a wave knocks me back towards the tub wall. I do a breaststroke to move back to where I was, and watch as Mom rises back out of the water, slicking her long black hair back from her face. Water streams down her cheeks. She wipes her eyes and flicks giant droplets of water across the tub. A foot rises out of the water to my right and rests against the cool metal of the faucet.

Gamely, I start to swim my way across the pool of clear, warm water towards Mom. She waits serenely, watching me as I glide across the water's surface in a classic breaststroke. As I pass her raised knees, I dive under the water and continue towards her. The water is clear, the walls of the tub a pure glowing white, and my view is unobstructed. If anything, the water seems to magnify things, making Mom's epic proportions seem even larger than they are currently. Her cute pink vagina, decorated by the neatly trimmed tuft of hair just above, looms before me. I'd need scuba gear to do much more than admire it, so that's all I do, enjoying the view until my tiny lungs remind me that I need air.

I surface, gasping, and tread water. I can see Mom's long left arm has snaked out, and her hand rests on the knee that breaks the surface. Her right arm lies below the water, and I watch as it glides across her submerged belly and her fingertips lightly graze her pussy lips. Mom's breasts jiggle a bit, setting off ripples in the water that are strong enough to make me bob. The phantom sensations stroke my cock as Mom abuses herself. It feels extra weird with the water flowing around me, and the necessary action to keep myself from sinking.

I paddle towards Mom's left boob as her fingers go to work. She watches me through those half-lidded eyes, a sensual smirk turning up her full lips.

Clumsily, I clamber aboard Mom's tit. My weight is enough to make it start sinking, but Mom's free hand is quickly there to cup and hold her breast in place. I stand up awkwardly. "I claim this land for Spain!" I declare loudly. Mom starts laughing, which topples me from my perch, and I land back in the water with a loud splash.

Mom scoops me up and sets me back down on her breast, where I sprawl momentarily. I relish the feel of my rampant cock spearing into her soft, smooth skin, as her phantom ministrations insistently tug on me.

"Is that all you can think of to do?" Mom asks.

I shake my head. I get up onto my knees at the edge of her areola. With both hands I reach out for her engorged nipple. Too big for me to get my mouth around at this size, but I can knead and tug and pull, which I proceed to do. Mom hisses as I go to work. Her free hand leaves her pussy and flies out of the water, sending warm spray across my back. Her fingers find and tweak her right nipple, duplicating my efforts on the other breast. I feel sweat break out on my forehead. I'm just trying to pinch and pull as hard as I can, and it appears to be just hard enough.

Water sloshes around the tub as Mom's hips jab. Her free hand goes away again, returning to her pussy. I risk a glance over the side of her breast, and see fingers disappearing into her gash. My cock shivers in response. I release the nipple and lean backward, shifting my grip to my cock. With a few of my own strokes added to Mom's, I am on the verge in a moments. Awkwardly, I make it to my feet and point the head of my cock at Mom's nipple as I unload. My cum is thick and creamy, and jets out of my cock in long, sinuous ribbons that paint her pink nipple and areola white. Splat splat splat, the sound bounces off the water and the walls of the tub, echoing around us as my balls dump their endless stream of sperm once more. I'm groaning, and Mom is moaning, shaking and shivering beneath me. She holds me steady as we climax, her hand shifted from her rolling tit to cradle my back.

At last I am momentarily empty. I wipe the head of my dripping cock on Mom's nipple and then slide back into the water, paddling quickly over to her other breast. Clambering aboard, I repeat myself, first teasing her nipple, then kneeling and jacking off, depositing another prodigious load, painting her flesh with my seed. Mom is moaning almost continually now, a low trill that makes my breastbone rumble.

She picks me up and drops me into the water between her floating breasts. Fingers of both hands begin to tease her nipples, spreading the pools of cum decorating them. She brings her fingertips, coated with jizz, up to her lips and sucks them clean. She repeats the action, again and again, rapidly and completely removing the sweet-smelling, viscous cum from her skin. She finishes off by cupping her tits in both hands, squeezing them together, and then bringing her nipples up to her lips directly, where she licks and sucks the evidence of my spend from them.

That's pretty damn hot.

I paddle toward her face, and she obliges with a smile, scooping me up in both hands, letting her tits drop and splash the water. She rises slightly out of the water and brings me directly to her lips, letting me slide between their plushness, lustily thrusting my engorged cock into her mouth over and over again until I inevitably exploded directly into her mouth.

"Mmmm," Mom moans, swallowing noisily. She sets me down, lets me tread water, and languorously reaches for the soap. She begins to clean up. Mom lathers up her loufa which she then uses to scrub every available inch of her body, rising up out of the water occasionally to do so. Sheets of water wash off her body, slamming into the pool below, sending me rocking back and forth. I dive underwater a few times to avoid it, swimming around a bit to get clear. She watches me out of the corner of her eyes, but otherwise pretends to be alone. Hands and cloth caress her every expansive inch, scrubbing them clean. The water gets soapy around me, the scent of apples and vanilla filling the air.

She pays particular attention to her breasts, coating them in a soapy lather with the cloth before going back with bare hands to knead and caress and tug and rub, pushing soap around. She dips almost her entire body underwater to wash away the soap, then rises again almost as quickly. Waves throw me around the tub, and I almost bounce off the wall, before a few powerful kicks carry me away.

Mom lathers her smooth belly next. The loufa soaps up her pubic hair, but she doesn't dip any lower yet. Instead she moves on to her thighs. She turns, exposing that delectable backside, washing assiduously, then continues down the back of her legs. She bends, her beautiful ass parting slightly, showing me a glimpse of her puckered asshole. She turns, water swirling around her calves, to show her huge breasts hanging low, swinging over the water.

Mom tosses the washcloth to the side, and begins to scoop up water and pour it down her belly and legs, sweeping the soap away. I continue to tread water, admiring her lush curves and the patterns in the soap as the water courses over her body, rinsing her clean. Mom scoops up water again, heavy tits swaying enticingly, and pours water down over her pubis. Her hand glides downward as well, combing through her pubic hair, fingers slipping between her lips. As I tread water, I feel the tugging begin on my rod, looking up and up and up, craning my neck to watch her. Mom teases her folds, fingers fluttering, dipping, caressing, manipulating. Her fingers glisten with her own juices. With her free hand, she cups a breast, using thumb and forefinger to tease her hardened nipple.

I am the world's smallest voyeur, watching a beautiful older woman pleasure herself. I want to grab myself and enjoy it, but the water is too deep and I have to use my arms to keep myself aloft.

But the hex takes care of me. Between my legs, my dick bobs in the water, throbbing and shivering as if phantom fingers are running up and down its length. My breathing is getting heavier, and I note that Mom's is as well. She pants as she continues to play with herself. I see her fingers diving deeper and deeper, as she thrusts harder, flicking her clit with a practiced movement of her thumb. Mom raises her breast once more to her lips, and begins to lick and kiss and suck her own nipple. I see her bite down softly, moaning as she does. Mom's hips gyrate, shimmy, and shake. She sways in the tub, the water swirling around her knees, sending ripples of waves that make me rise and fall like a buoy.

Suddenly Mom releases her breast, and it falls away from her mouth, bouncing and jiggling as it settles on her chest, and she cries out, short sharp staccato cries as her climax overtakes her. Still treading water, I feel my cock shudder, sending pearly jet after pearly jet into the water. The force of it pushes me back in the water, as if propelled by a motor. A milky cloud spreads before me as I move backwards, gasping and shaking and trying to catch my breath.

The water surges around me as Mom bends down and gathers me up. "Enjoy the show?" she asks needlessly. I nod, breathless. Mom gives me a kiss.

Mom sits back down in the water. It laps against her immensity, sloshing around the tub. She sets me down in her cleavage. I roll around a bit, enjoying the touch and taste of her, in particular how her tits loom over me when I lay down. I watch as Mom picks up the soap once more and lathers her hands. When her hands are coated in suds, she sets the bar down and grabs me with both of them.

Mom's strong hands stroke and caress my entire body, roaming across my arms and legs and torso, rubbing in soap and massaging my tired muscles. Her fingers press into my biceps and trace my pectorals. The pads of her fingers glance across my abdominal muscles, and rub into my thighs and calves. I am quickly covered in suds and spluttering a bit.

My cock throbs as Mom sweeps her thumb and forefinger along its length, washing me while also jacking me off. Her middle finger nudges my balls gently, soaping them up, while also stimulating them with a little bounce.

Mom dips me in the tub water, which is beginning to get cool, while still slowly jacking my cock. "Deep breath, honey," she says, and without waiting to see if I comply, she dunks me completely under the water. I come up coughing and spitting soapy water, but still hard as a diamond, as Mom hasn't stopped manipulating me.

Mom raises me up, holding me up a few inches from her heaving chest, still slowly tugging me. I hear water swirling around as her hips make circles in the water. I stare hungrily at her enormous breasts and the pale expanse of cleavage between them. Breath hitching, I thrust my thick cock between her digits, and begin to spray. Mom giggles throatily, enjoying her own small climax as I cum again. She aims my erupting cock like a hose, directing my spray to coat her cleavage in thick pools of creamy cum that drip down her belly. She pushes her arms together, thrusting her tits into prominence, and coating their inner slopes with jism.

Mom gives me an evil grin. Her gray eyes gleam with mischief.

Still holding me securely, she sweeps me down and pulls me through her cleavage, dragging my legs through the viscous pools of my cream, coating me from thigh to ankle. My dick bounces off her right tit, leaving a thin trail of cum across it, the last dregs of my spend.

Mom throws her head back and opens her mouth wide. Holding me securely by the waist, she slowly lowers me towards her open mouth. I panic a little, kicking my legs and pushing my arms against her fingers. All I do is send droplets of cum arcing through the air to adorn her cheeks and lips. She expertly traps my flailing feet between those lips and slides me into her mouth up to my waist. I feel tremendous suction as she slurps the cum off my body. Her tongue slides up and down my backside.