Hexed Ch. 02

Mom thrusts me in and out of her mouth a few times, using my whole body to fuck her mouth. She rotates me, so that my ass is pressed against the roof of her mouth, and my cockhead is wedged between her gums and her lower lip. My feet are wedged into the back of her throat, knees flexed and legs spread against her cheeks, while warm breath blows across my back as she fights for air.

She starts to hum, short sharp vibrations that shake my body and thrust my cockhead against her lower lip. I try not to think about her teeth, and slowly it dawns on me that she is chanting, not humming, and that the word she is chanting is "Cum."

I look out, admiring the rise and fall of Mom's huge breasts in the water, and the length of her arm as it descends down to her crotch, where her hand is busy beneath the water's surface. Suddenly I am cumming again, spraying another epic load directly into Mom's mouth. She slurps it up greedily. I can feel and hear her throat muscles working. The volume and force of my ejaculation squeezes some through the seal around my abdomen, pouring across Mom's lips and running down my chest.

With a sucking sound she releases me. Mom takes several deep, shuddering breaths. She holds me gently and examines me as she licks her lips. "You okay?" she asks.

"A little startled, but whole. That was fucking crazy, though. For a second I thought you were going to..."

"What?"

"Um... Nevermind," I say. I suppress a shudder just thinking about it. "Just don't do that again without warning me first."

Mom pouts. "I thought you liked mouth play."

"I do, I just... you could have swallowed me."

Mom's eyes bug out. It's clear the idea never even occurred to her. "No! No no no. No. Just, no. Never. Honey, that would never happen. I just wanted some of that creamy cum of yours, and I know you like it when I lick you... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay," I assure her. "Obviously I enjoyed it enough to get off."

Mom smiles, but she looks a little uncertain. She washes me off with some soapy water, handling me carefully. Then she does the same with the residue of my orgasm on her chest.

Mom holds me against her breasts and pulls the drain. Water swirls as the tub empties, and Mom steps out, glistening wet all over, clean and sexy. Her long wet hair clings to her neck and shoulders. "I really am sorry, Robbie."

I assure her I am fine once more, patting her heavy tit with my tiny hand. Mom smiles reassuringly, relaxing a little bit.

I shiver, suddenly cold. Mom wraps me up in a hand towel, drying me quickly but gently. She takes particular care with my sensitive member. When I am dry, she steps back, grabs a normal towel, and dries herself. I let myself watch, entranced, as she rubs herself down, eventually emerging with her skin rubbed pink and dry. She drops the towel on the bathroom floor and stands before me, nude and glorious.

Mom smirks. And stifles a yawn.

I remember that I had a nap, but she didn't. It's getting late, and we have been fucking for hours. She must be exhausted, even with the hex driving her libido and mine. I realize that I am pretty tired as well. The warm bath loosened my stiff muscles, but I still feel bruised and beat up, now that I've had a chance to catch my breath.

"Bedtime?" I suggest.

"Is it that obvious?" Mom asks. She tries to stop the next yawn, but instead her mouth opens wide, jaw cracking with the effort. She blinks fiercely. "I guess I am tired."

She steps toward the counter where I crouch on the damp hand towel. "But I don't want to lose this... opportunity. I've had more fun with you in the past few hours than I have in years."

I feel my chest swell with a perverse pride. "It's been less than twenty-four hours yet, and you said I'd probably be stuck like this for a few days, even a week. Were you planning not to sleep during that time?"

Mom laughs. "No, but... I'm worried that I'll go to bed and wake up and this will be all over. Stupid, I know. And wrong." She sighs. "This is so wrong."

"I think we're beyond wrong at this point, Mom."

She pretends to think a moment, head cocked to the side. Her full lips split into a huge grin. "That is so true. So very true. I guess we'll have time to do more wrong things in the morning."

Mom picks me up and, both of us naked, walks into her bedroom. She flicks the bathroom light off almost absently behind her, which leaves me balanced precariously on one hand.

Mom looks at me uncertainly. "The safest place for you to sleep is probably the cat carrier."

"Really? The bed would be more comfortable."

"I told you, I could roll over and crush you or smother you in your sleep, and neither of us would notice until it was too late. Believe me, I love to cuddle. Your Mom is definitely a cuddler, and you and I haven't cuddled in a long, long time. But no, the carrier is best. I'll set it on the floor and leave the door open. Good enough?"

"I guess so." I'd rather sleep nestled against Mom's warm, supple, full figured body, but you don't really argue with a fifty foot woman.

So she sets the carrier down at the foot of the bed, changes out the towel, and leaves me outside it. She bends down to give me a kiss on the top of my head. "Good night, baby," she says. I wish her good night as well.

I watch as her colossal nude form glides around the bed and slips under the covers, disappearing from view. I contemplate my makeshift bed, stretch and yawn myself, and finally give in to a bone weary exhaustion. Curled up in the carrier, wrapped in a towel, I slip into unconsciousness.

8.

I am lying on a chaise lounge beside a pool. It is midafternoon, the warm sun beating down on me, lathered in sunscreen, completely naked. I am normal sized, back to being a little over six feet tall, but for some reason I retain my oversized equipment. I am hard, my proud cock rising up perpendicularly from between my legs, a fleshy tower with an angry purple head. Beads of precum slide down my length.

I look around. The pool is in the backyard of my mother's house, the house I grew up in, but we've never owned a pool. The backyard is normally dominated by my mother's herb garden. The strangest thing about this is that I don't find this strange at all.

There's a small table at my elbow, a cold beer forms perspiration on it. I reach out, take a sip, and I see the back door of the house open. My mother saunters out. She is dressed in a bright light blue bikini which exposes an admirable amount of her pale flesh. She fairly glows in the sunlight, though her eyes are hidden behind large black sunglasses. Her long black hair hangs loose, framing her pretty face and draping across her shoulders. She moves smoothly atop high heeled sandals that strap around her slim ankles. She carries a wine cooler in one hand and a towel in the other. Mom approaches with a sensual smirk on her full lips, and she puts a little exaggerated swing into her hips as she draws close.

"Hey baby," she says, throwing her towel on the chaise lounge beside me. She takes a swig from her wine cooler and casually puts her long fingered hand on the rampant head of my weeping cock. "You have such an awfully big dick, baby," my mother says. Her forefinger toys with the slit, spreading precum around the angry head. I can see myself reflected obscenely in her sunglasses as she admires my length. The hand begins to lightly run up and down my dick, fingertips grazing me. "It's much too big for me to play with like this. I'm going to have to get bigger so it fits inside me."

With that, she wiggles her nose, accompanied by a kind of chiming sound. And Mom begins to grow. Her body expands before my very eyes, gaining inches in seconds. The abbreviated bikini looks smaller and smaller as she grows, her generous tits getting larger and larger with each breath. Her belly expands, her thighs and arms and neck lengthen. The bikini straps cut into her skin, straining to contain her burgeoning femininity. With a loud snap, her top goes flying into the air, sailing over my head. Her huge breasts bob and jiggle, hard nipples pointing straight at me. The bikini bottom is swallowed up by her expanding pussy, neatly shaved and already dripping with moisture. Another snapping sound accompanies the loss of her bikini bottom, which flutters to the pool deck, all but forgotten. Mom's dainty, sexy feet with their blue painted toenails expand out of the confines of her sandals and crush them beneath her weight.

Mom stretches like a cat, arms over the head, breasts thrown into prominence, feet and calves arched, thighs flexed. She is now about twelve feet tall. She growls lustily and steps over my chaise lounge. She positions herself so that her vagina hovers over my rampant rod. Mom makes a V with her arms, hands pointed downward over her crotch. Her tits bulge out over her arms, soft and firm, pale and pink and bigger than my head.

Slowly Mom lowers herself onto me. My glans nudges up against her labia. Her lips part, and with a schlooping sound, I slide home inside her. Our combined juices drip down my length as she swallows me inch by inch. Finally I bottom out, Mom standing above me with legs spread wide. She braces her hands on the back of the lounge, which serves to dangle her enormous udders in my face. I reach up and grab a breast, finding a nipple to kiss and lick and suck as Mom begins to slowly fuck me. Her hips raise and lower, sliding up and down my raging pole.

She cries out in pleasure and joy. I moan into her tit.

There's no way the neighbors aren't aware of what is going on. We have a fence around the property, but it's not so tall that it can hide a naked woman standing a dozen feet high who is steadily, savagely fucking her son.

I reach the precipice quickly, maybe too quickly, and deep inside Mom, my cockhead rubbing against the roof of her womb, I fire rope after rope into her. She shudders in response, pussy lips clamping tight around the base of my cock as her juices inundate my balls. Mom's weight settles on me for a moment, but she soon rises, dragging herself free of my dick with a slurp. Cum and vaginal juices stream from her reddened pussy, leaking down her thick thighs.

"Mmm, that was good," Mom says, "but I want to be bigger." The nose wiggles, the chime sounds, and Mom expands upward and outward again, doubling in size once more in the span of a few eyeblinks. I watch, rapt, from my position on the lounge. My rod has not slackened. Instead I get harder, looking at her.

Twenty-four feet tall. She poses sexily, hands on hips, huge tits jiggling. She is as tall as the house, and only a little shorter than the elm trees at the back of the yard. Her foot is almost as long as the chair on which I lie, and I will only stand as high as her knee if I rise. I can hear exclamations of surprise, horror, and intrigue from the neighbor's houses. My mother, the giantess exhibitionist.

Mom leans over and picks me up with both hands, cupping me under the armpits. She brings me up to her breasts and cradles me between their lush, firm softness, before carrying me to her lips. She swallows my cock whole, licking and sucking, moaning and bobbing and twisting her mouth. Her mouth is as moist and warm as her pussy, but feels different, her agile tongue adding another layer of sensation. It doesn't take long for her to coax out another explosion from me. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of the cum traveling up my shaft and spurting into Mom's mouth, straight down her throat.

Mom swallows greedily. "Mmm," she says. "Just a little bigger, I think." The nose wiggles, the chimes sound, and Mom grows again. Its weirder watching from my current perspective. The sky fills with her. Her hands expand around my body as she holds me. Her grip changes, as I settle into her cupped palm, legs dangling, arms braced against her fingers.

Mom stops at a height of forty-eight feet, nude and glorious. Her skin shines in the sun. The sky is an impossible blue, and her beauty is framed by big fluffy white clouds. Mom dwarfs the house and the trees, towering over the neighborhood, which has come out to stare and point and admire. The swimming pool is a foot bath.

Mom shifts her grip again, putting two fingers and a thumb around my rampant rod. She manipulates me slowly, gently, smiling and cooing as she jacks me off. For her, no one else seems to matter. That she is in full view of the entire neighborhood doesn't seem to bother her. Nor me, apparently, as I am cumming again in minutes. She aims my cock at her right breast, and blast after blast of cream decorates her pale skin and pink nipple. When I am done and lie gasping for breath in one palm, Mom lifts her tit to her lips and laps up the evidence of my orgasm, noisily and happily.

There are shouts of disgust, surprise, and wonder from below. Mom doesn't seem to care. I risk a glance beneath us, and fight the sense of vertigo. Some couples are making out, getting busy, starting an orgy that threatens to engulf the entire neighborhood. Others are pointing and staring or calling the cops.

"Mmmm," Mom says. She takes a deep breath, looks around. Her eyes widen, as if she's just realized how big she is, how everyone can see. But instead of being embarrassed, she appears to enjoy it. A slow, sexy smile blossoms on her face. She looks at me. "Bigger?"

I swallow nervously, but nod.

Mom laughs, sexily, throatily, with abandon. Her nose wiggles, the chime sounds, and she grows again. The ground recedes rapidly. Her palm expands around me. I find myself lying prostrate in her palm, completely surrounded by her hand. She tops out around ninety-six feet tall. No surprise, as she's doubling herself with each spell.

I roll around on her palm, using her thumb as a handhold, and look down. Her tits are gigantic. They are wider than I am tall, and half again as long. Full and round and gravity defying, rising and lowering with each breath, bobbing and jiggling enticingly.

Mom laughs. The sound hurts my ears, and I almost tumble from her palm as I instinctively cover them with my hands. But she's there to catch me, one hand under the other. The movement causes Mom to step backward, and one foot stumbles into the pool. Water surges up onto the deck. Mom loses her balance, catches it, then falls backward. The world spins as she throws her arms out, me still trapped in the cage formed by fingers and palm, bouncing around. I hear a tremendous crashing sound and everything shakes.

When Mom opens her hand, she looks worried. "You okay?" she says, her voice a deep, sexy rumble. I nod. I'm not sure she could hear me anyway; I'm only about four inches tall to her. Mom breathes a sigh of relief, but blushes. "I sat on the house."

She holds me out so I can look over the edge of her palm. Our home is destroyed, flattened by Mom's gigantic ass. The trees in the front yard are knocked over, into the street, and power lines are down as well. Mom slowly gets back on her feet, rubbing her bare butt as she does. Everything we own rains down forty feet to the ground.

Mom shrugs, nonchalant. "Couldn't be helped, I guess." I look around, and see that the crowd that was forming to watch us has begun to disperse. People are rushing from the neighborhood, finally aware of the peril they are in. Once again, Mom doesn't seem to notice. She only has eyes for me.

"Oh, but my little cum monkey is too small to be of any use. I better fix that." With a devilish smile, she wiggles her nose again. The chimes sound, and I am at first disappointed – and a little relieved - to see her begin to shrink. But as I look over the edge of her palm, I see everything else shrinking too. Which means I am growing. I spring up to a height of twelve feet, still tiny compared to Mom, but more manageable for her, I suppose. My dick continues to grow, expanding out to a length of three feet, thick as a beer keg. The weight pulls at me.

I should protest, but I can't be bothered. I am perversely enjoying this.

Mom steps over the ruin of our home and lies down in the middle of the street. Cars honk and swerve out of the way. People flee across lawns. Mom carries me leisurely across her body, letting me enjoy the view, before pausing above her weeping pussy. She positions me at the entrance, feet first, and I slide in without complaint, using both hands to wedge my cock into place. She fucks herself with my whole body, using me roughly, slamming me into her over and over again. I bang my hands against her clit, urging her to climax, and at last she cuts loose with an ululating cry that shatters windows along the block and sets off car alarms. I empty myself into Mom with a dozen pulses, and she drags me dripping from her snatch. She licks me clean and climbs to her feet.

Her eyes find mine and I look up into them, feeling my lust and admiration mirrored there. I don't even have to say the word, she just smiles and nods and wiggles her nose. The chimes echo down the block, and she grows again.

She doubles once more, crying out with the joy of it as she reaches a height of one hundred and ninety two feet. Each of her breasts is nineteen feet wide. Her areolas are enormous, with hard pink nipples right in their center. Her hips are forty two feet wide. I look down, and she casually crushes the house across the street from us. She doesn't even notice as her foot shifts and caves in a wall. The wreckage of the house flows over her foot and tumbles into the street.

Another nose wiggle makes me grow as well, still tiny compared to her, but a giant to a normal person. She is making my cock extra large with each shift as well, comically large. It's almost as long as I am tall now, and I have to sit bow-legged in her palm because my balls are so big.

The part of my brain that should be paralyzed with terror, or dumbstruck with horror at Mom's destructive potential, is instead consumed with lust. It is almost as if the bigger she gets, the more beautiful and wanton she gets and the more aroused I am.

Mom smiles down at me sitting in her palm. "What do you say, baby? Let's go to the mall. I haven't got a thing to wear." Without waiting for a response for me, which wouldn't matter anyway, Mom sets off. She sticks to the streets, using them as walkways through the neighborhood. Her feet leave massive craters in the pavement. The earth buckles behind her. Water mains and gas mains burst, houses are shaken off their foundations. People have fled the neighborhood, as our lovemaking gave them enough time to get out of the general area. This is a good thing, as Mom has become a living hurricane or tornado. Without any effort on her part, Mom has already destroyed our block. My cock inexplicably gets stiffer as I contemplate her walk to the mall.

Mom whistles a jaunty tune as she saunters across the landscape, demolishing everything in her path. Occasionally she lifts me up to her mouth to give my rampant rod a slurp, licking up the river of precum that oozes from me continually.

In no time at all, we reach our destination, a multi-story shopping mall encircled by huge stretches of asphalt and hundreds upon hundreds of tiny cars. Mom steps over the clusters of cars, keeping to the lanes between them. But the parking lot sags beneath her weight, and gravity forces cars to slide into the pits made by her stride. Masses of tiny, two inch tall people stream from the mall and scurry across the asphalt carpet of the parking lots. Mom watches them go, smirking. She brings me up to her lips again, sucking on my cock like a straw while people flee. In no time at all, I am pumping a truly enormous amount of jism into Mom's mouth. The volume overwhelms her mouth, forcing her to swallow quickly. Even so, some leaks out to drip down her lips and chin. She releases me to swipe her titanic tongue across her lips, and the last few dregs of my climax squirt ineffectually onto Mom's throat.