My Futa Mom Ch. 03

Warning: This story contains scenes of excessive cum, some unrealistic sexual activities, and a lady with an enormous cock. If that isn't your kinda thing, look somewhere else.

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"I've never been so humiliated." I thought to myself as I sat on the cold kitchen floor.

What had just happened to me was something... intense. Hell, intense is undercutting my reality. What had just happened to me was fucking wild. Part of me didn't want to believe it, but there was another part of me forcing the truth into my thick skull like an invasion.

I worked hard on getting my stomach nice and toned, every ab represented hours of work in the gym. But in a matter of minutes, they were all gone. In its place was a distended, sloshing, absolute mess of a belly, protruding to a point which would've killed a weaker man, but thanks to my strong will, I lived.

***

Getting to my feet was an incredibly difficult task. This new weight in the front felt strange and uncomfortable. Additionally, the challenge of not trying to cum my brains out from what had just happened, made getting to my feet feel like a miracle.

Looking under the table I could see the mess me and my mother had made. A large pile of her cum, as well as her thick and clear precum, sat there. I would be required to clean that in the morning, I just knew it, but now I have more pressing matters to get to.

I didn't want to see what was in the bag yet, what I needed to do was get to a bathroom and figure out my plan. As quickly as I possibly could I grabbed the bag off the floor and hobbled my way to the first-floor guest bathroom. I paused for a couple of minutes to observe something spectacular, my mother.

Nestled on the leather couch in the den was Annie Miller, a goddess among women, and a god amongst men. She sat in a way that was foreign for most ladies, but required for her, a way which allowed her ample member to sit comfortably.

Hanging over the couch was her long, thick, mesmerizing cock, almost mocking me as it hung there, just grazing the top of the floor. And behind the paragon of lady meat were two shiny orbs, still full to the brim of a thick seed, seemingly unaware of what they had done to my body just minutes before. They, much like their long neighbor, sat neatly together, just grazing the top of the floor. While hairless and wrinkly, they were still so alluring. And I can't play down her breast, beautiful mounds of fat and milk, with nipples as pink as cherry blossoms. It was safe to say, Annie Miller was something else.

I pulled myself away from ogling her for much longer, the thoughts of what she may do to me with that thing weighed heavy on me as I finally stumbled into the bathroom.

While technically a guest bathroom, it was larger than most master bathrooms. A tub that could easily fit multiple people sat on the far wall, with ornate carvings in the tile behind it.

'Perfect, that's exactly what I need right now.'

I turned the water to H and let the tub fill itself up. I needed to be as relaxed as possible if my mother has more "plans" for me tonight.

With a weak tug, I pulled off my cum stained clothes and waddled my way over to the bathtub, still burdened by my large stomach. I couldn't help but observe that the time was now 6:30, not too much time left before I'd have to report to my mother's room.

Right before I lowered myself into the tub, I thought about taking the replica of my mother's "smaller" member out of my precious asshole but decided against it. Partly due to fear if mom found out, and partly due to a fear of feeling empty. After a whole day of it in, taking it out would bring a feeling I was no longer accustomed to.

The water was warm on my skin, doing all it could to soothe the aching of my midsection, and the pain of a long day's work. It was nice to have a few moments to myself after dinner, which allowed me to think about what needed to be done and to clear my head of any worries I had. But sadly, the alone time didn't last long, as the door crept open. A familiar figure walked into the bathroom.

"Mikey! You drew a bath for us, how wonderful! I needed a way to get this sweat off me and, of course, the drool off of my cock as well."

Chuckling at the later part of her statement my mother took her unbuttoned shirt now all the way off leaving her fully nude. After dinner, her pants had been left in the kitchen.

It was shocking to have her barge into the bathroom, to say the least. I tried to cover up my body with my hands, but due to the state of my stomach, my efforts were futile.

The silence was suffocating as we both sat there in the bathtub naked as the day we were born. Most people stop bathing with their mothers when they get older, yet here we are. But then again, most people don't have a mother who at one moment is a saint, and a demon the next. That coupled with a cock that could go up to almost 3 feet in length, comparing anything we do to another family is an exercise doomed to fail.

"You know Mikey, even though dinner was terrible for me, it was nice to be able to feed you like that. Felt good to let loose on my little boy." My mother declared in such a way that cut the silence.

"It... was a great dinner Mama." I sheepishly responded, hoping to say all the right things.

"Thank you, Mikey. It was a wonderful treat to get to feed you, and if you're ever up for seconds," she smirked and started to caress her fat balls underwater, "I'm always open for business."

The thought of trying to pack more of her cum into me now was simultaneously sickening, and intriguing. The stuff tastes so good, but I was more than full, any more could mean a nasty mess. I caressed my stomach slowly noticing that, little by little, it was starting to shrink.

"Your tummy is nice and big Mike, but don't worry, my cum will digest a lot faster than any normal food. When 9 o'clock rolls around, I have a feeling you'll be begging for more. I made sure to let out just enough to satisfy you till then."

With a cocky grin on her face, I could feel something poke my leg. Beneath the water was a large sea serpent, about 32 inches long and starting to rise to the top of the water.

Within moments my mother's cock had hardened, towering above the both of us and sticking out of the water like a beacon.

"Oh Mikey, what I have planned tonight is gonna be special, I can't wait to show you what mommy has in store." Her face was flushed red as she stroked her cock and continued to tease me.

"I'm gonna show you how to please a woman like me, in the most effective way possible."

She continued to stroke her cock, with every second her veins throbbed in unison, and her balls began to swell and produce that low gurgling sound. Even under the water, the sound invaded my ears.

"I can't wait to train you and turn you into my perfect little meat-hole. Wouldn't you like that Mikey? Don't you wanna be momma's little slut, forever?"

The last word rang in my ear like a church bell. Forever was a long time.

'How long was my mother planning on using me to release her urges?'

What was left of my rational mind had to bring some form of objection to the table, right?

"Mom. I don't know if that's such a good idea. What if I wanna pursue a career, or maybe even marry?" I said in a soft, but stronger voice.

The question seemed not to phase her, her hands not leaving her cock for a second. Her mouth didn't have an answer either. It was busy howling in pleasure, seemingly forgetting I was in the tub with her. With every passing second, I could feel my cock hardening itself, trying to match what she was doing, but my hands dare not move to touch it. I was given an order not to cum, and I was not gonna let my mother down again.

All of a sudden my mother got to her feet and pointed her cock directly at me, her balls rising to meet the base of her member, and her eyes fixed dead on me.

"Say cheese you little slut." She moaned opening the floodgates.

The hot ropes of cum came shooting onto me, one blast after another; a relentless wave of hot, virile essence showering me, almost overtaking the water in the tub.

As the veins in her dick throbbed, my mother's hands danced along the length of her cock. Her head now fully turned up with her tongue lolling out of her mouth due to the intense pleasure of it all. The pleasure I was giving to her made my own cock throb for release, as long as mommy was happy, so was I.

After a couple of minutes, my mother's lust had finally been quelled. Once again, I was covered in her almost glue-like seed. Wiping the cum from my eyes I could see the walls directly around the tub were covered in cum as well, but the thing standing out the most was my mother, cock still hard. Although her animal-like state had passed, her eyes had only one remaining emotion, rage.

"Michael Patrick Miller. Let me lay down the law you must have forgotten, I own this house. I own everything in it, from the furniture you sit on, to the food you eat, and even you, Michael. So, if you think for one moment, I'm gonna let you leave me, and deprive me of the cumslut son I spent years raising, you are sorely mistaken. If you even think of bringing a girlfriend over here Michael, I'll show her the error of her ways, and after I break her, you'll be mine once again. Do I make myself clear?"

Her voice boomed on the tile, the harshness of her words bringing tears to my eyes. Her tone made my rational mind cower in fear. That mixed with the now overwhelming stench of the bathroom, made my answer perfectly clear.

"Yes, Mommy. You make yourself clear... I'm sorry."

The answer seemed to satisfy her enough to bring her rage back down to a controllable amount.

"Good answer Michael. Now, clean yourself and this mess up. It should be easier with your stomach shrinking so rapidly. Also, don't be late to my room Michael, or else."

With that warning my mother wrapped herself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me in a daze, this time though, not due to the cum.

***

Her words still rang in my ears as I started to drain the bathtub.

"Show her the error of her ways? What could she possibly mean?" I exhaled as I began scrubbing away at the walls.

Thankfully I had time to clean thoroughly and with my stomach shrinking down to a point where it looked like I had just packed on a few pounds. By the time 8 o'clock rolled around the bathroom was clean, I was clean, and the bag full of 'tools' as my mother put it was beckoning me to open it.

The inside of the bag was puzzling, I began pulling the items within out one by one.

The first thing to get pulled out were some pink hair brooches, following that immediately were black thigh-high socks, and last but not least was... a maid's costume. A big, covered in frills, black as night maid's outfit.

My mother had some strange taste, and this costume was a lot more complicated than anything I had put on before, but with some fiddling, I got it on. I skipped any underwear, as the ones I had were stained from dinner, and ruining another pair didn't sound appealing. I pulled the thigh highs all the way up and pinned the brooches into my hair, observing myself in the mirror once the ensemble was complete.

I... well I wasn't the ugliest maid around. The thigh highs accentuated my legs rather nicely, and the pink went with my chestnut hair beautifully. Even this big frilly maid's uniform wasn't... the worst thing in the world. My stomach had returned to almost normal, so it fit well too. Hell, if my life really was gonna be chores upon chores, maybe I'd dress like this from now on.

"What the hell am I thinking?!" I blurted out in some rage, hoping my mother didn't hear me.

Just last month I would've thought this whole thing was stupid. You couldn't have paid me to put this shit on, not for thousands of dollars.

And yet, there I stood. My reflection in the mirror was as clear as day, I was in this costume, and a part of me liked it. That woman who called herself my mother was doing something to me, causing my head to spin and my thoughts to be about how I could please her, but that's what she wanted. Isn't it?

A tear I don't remember shedding ran down my face as two people struggled for dominance within my mind. Suddenly I was startled by a persistent noise.

My phone was yelling at me. It was time to go, 8:50 pm.

I wiped my face clean, smiled as wide as I could, and tried to take my punishment like the man I still was.

***

My mother's room sat at the back corner of our house, a huge master bedroom with portraits of our family adorning the walls, and a huge bed sitting against one of them.

To say I felt out of place would be accurate, in this giant room I felt tinier than normal, and the outfit I have on doesn't help a bit.

I decided to wander for a few moments, trying to grasp my head around what my mother wanted to do to me. Part of me knew what she wanted, just that pesky rational part of my brain didn't want to accept it, but it was going to, my mother was gonna make sure of it.

"Hello sweetheart, " I felt a hand drop onto my shoulder and an arm around my waist

"Why don't you just look beautiful?"

With an almost serene grace, my mother spun me around and I was buried in her ample breast, she was still naked from our bath before, so her soft skin met my face with a certain oomph.

"It fits you perfectly, doesn't it, my little maid? This muscular figure you spent so long building up makes you the perfect boy toy."

"Boy toy Mama?" I inquired with sheepishness.

"That's right baby, my boy toy. And as my toy I get to treat and dress you however I see fit, so don't be surprised if I start to change that ghastly thing you call a wardrobe. But before I 'treat' you to anything, I believe some punishment is in order."

She took my hand and led me to the bed. She sat down first and pulled me onto her lap, somehow towering over me despite the minimal height difference.

"I'll walk you through this Mikey, don't worry, Mommy is gonna punish you nice and fairly."

As her sentence faded off in my mind my asshole began to throb around the dildo, knowing what was coming, and trying to stop it at all costs.

"Mommy isn't going to split you open, not yet anyway. Tonight, I'm going to show you what kind of fucking bad boys get. If you had done all your chores correctly, you would've been fucked like a good boy, but that didn't happen, did it?"

I shook my head no in response looking down at her thighs when all of a sudden, her hand tilted my head up to look directly at her. The devilish look in her eyes could ensnare anyone, and they had me in their grasp.

"Let's start, come here, my little maid."

And just like that my mouth was locked with hers. Our tongues danced a samba of passion and love as we stopped for only moments to catch our breaths. She had me in her grasp, and I was just along for the ride.

We sat there for a couple more minutes, indulging in the taste of each other's saliva. Although it was supposed to be a punishment, this was the best thing to happen all day.

When she finally pulled her face back mom was still panting drool dripping off her lips down her chin, I couldn't let that escape. With one quick movement, I stole the precious liquid from her mouth and indulged in the pure bliss of it.

"Alright Michael, bend over for me, it's time to get you ready. Let me see how you did with my mini cock up your ass all day."

All of a sudden, I was laid over the edge of the bed, the frilly skirt previously covering my behind lifted exposing me to the outside world.

"Oh sweetheart, it's still in! What a good boy! This is gonna make your punishment a lot easier, although you won't be needing it anymore."

With a chortle, she reached her hand out and gave my ass a hard smack, leaving a nice red mark on my sculpted butt. When she was done playing with my cheeks, she reached her hand and grabbed the end of the dildo.

"Alright, breathe out in 3. 2. NOW!" in a swift movement my mother pulled the dildo out leaving me empty and gaping.

Thankfully whatever lube she had used before still coated the cock and the inside of my bussy. So the pain was minimal, the pleasure though, was ecstatic.

"How adorable Michael! Your slutty hole wants to be filled! Look at it twitch when I spank your precious ass. Hehe, you're gonna be filled little hole, that and more. First though, lube."

She reached into her nightstand and pulled out a large purple bottle labeled "SLICK: 48 HOUR LUBRICANT," and began lubing up her erect cock.

Like always it was thicker than imaginable, the balls below were hanging there waiting to empty another fat load into me. What was strange was the length.

"Okay Michael, right now I am at 13 inches, just a little bigger than the dildo you've had in you all day, but I have a feeling you're gonna manage just fine."

I tried to protest her, but the situation didn't allow it. I was decorated to her preference, I was put in the position she wanted, and as of right now, I am all hers.

"Oh, but remember, only good boys get a soft start, and from what I remember this is a punishment, so let's dive into it."

Like being stabbed in the gut I felt 8 inches plunge right into me. I howled in a mix of pain and pleasure, the thick monster buried almost to the hilt in my ass was throbbing, and each throb felt like iron.

I wasn't the only one shouting though, the animalistic howl my mother let out was almost as loud as mine.

"Fuck Michael, you're still so tight, how am I going to get all this meat into that stupid girly hole of yours? Oh wait, I know!"

And just like that My mother picked me up by the shoulders and we stood free of the comfy bed, and her plan was starting to work.

Slowly, centimeter by centimeter I could feel her cock getting buried deeper into my ass hole. A bulge formed under my dress, with 11 inches in I felt nice and full.

"Aww, is that all you've got baby boy? I know, I'll give you a little, PUSH!"

All of a sudden, the last two inches of her girl meat were deep in me, still bulging, but not quite like how my throat bulged at dinner. My mother began to moan into my ear and spoke the words that made me know I was in trouble.

"Fuck Michael. Your sissy hole really grips me tightly! You throb like crazy, and I can barely move! But this is a punishment, so get ready, little one." with a kiss on the cheek, my mother became an animal.

Taking her hands and putting them on the top of my skull, she used her arms to put my feet behind my head.

With animalistic groans, she thrust her hips into my asshole. She was ruthless, every second she thrust deep into me, pulling her cock almost all the way out. I could feel her head almost escape each time, before she would thrust back inside to fill me up. I wasn't about to complain, I couldn't, my brain couldn't form the thought to speak.

Passionate moans filled the air, the pain and pleasure created an experience unlike anything else, causing me to cum harder than anything I'd ever done before. A watery load shot onto the sheet of the bed and my mother noticed.

"Good baby! Let out all your bitch cum and your girly moans. You saved all day, and you'll be holding back for a while, so go ahead, cum for mommy my little slut!"

With a push from deep inside she forced a load out, then another, and then even more. I came repeatedly, each release feeling better than the previous until my balls were empty. Then all of the sudden all I could do was dry cum because, unlike my mother, I didn't have an endless supply of thick cum.

The cock in my ass was driving me crazy, but my mother was going crazier. Her moans were interspersed with babbling, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. It didn't seem like she wanted to stop, and she wasn't about to, even though what came next was going to fill me good.