Mitch looked up at her expectantly, knowing what this could mean. She wanted to make their day...special. She could do anything, become anything, to make his every fantasy come true. The thought of a day with her...and the day after that...and the day after that - good god, he was looking at a lifetime with her. It held such portent.
The two of them lay next to one another in her bed, a bed which to him seemed a vast expanse of soft comfort, all linens of white cotton. Comforters and pillows, like a field of clouds. One arm propping up her head, she peered down at him, the beauty and warmth in her eyes matched only by that of her smile. A smile that turned, a bit, as she watched her son's eyes slowly drift down her neck, to settle on her chest.
"Oh honey, I'm going to take such good care of you today," she said, embellishing his view by drawing a deep, inflating breath. She looked down at herself, watching how her large breasts dramatically strained against the baby blue lace of her negligee as she inhaled, as she subtly pressed her chest forward, as she drew her shoulders back a bit. She knew how much he liked big breasts, and she must look...huge to him now, from where he lay below her.
"We can spend the whole day doing just what you like...cuddling...snuggling. Mommy can make you feel so nice, all day...all night..." she said, her voice dropping lower as she inched in closer to him, "...forever." She filled with pride as his eyes glazed, disappearing into the deep, taught valley of her cleavage. "Doesn't that sound good? Hmmmm?" Mitch felt dwarfed, utterly and completely dwarfed. Dwarfed under her as she leaned over closer to him in the bed. Her breasts were enormous - enormous - and seemed to swell as she slowly neared, as she reached over him with one hand, to wrap him into her, to draw him closer. Her smell was all around him, her warmth settling on him like a blanket itself. He gazed into her cleavage and wanted to just disappear into it, into her.
She sensed him, saw him becoming gradually enraptured, entranced, and felt his growing submission to her, to her burgeoning, maternal softness. "Mommy can do so much now...Mommy can be everything for you..." she continued, encouraging him, watching her son's little head approach her full, soft breasts. With a thought - I can make my breasts grow at will - and a mischievous little twist to her smile, she caused her breasts to slowly grow, just a bit.
He moaned; his mouth gaped: he looked awestruck as he watched her breasts swell and strain anew against the bodice of her nightdress. He knew their softness, intimately, instinctively, primally. She knew that he was imagining himself becoming surrounded by them as they grew, grew around him.
"Oh, yes...baby likes that, doesn't he?" she purred, "He likes watching mommy grow like that? Watching mommy get bigger?" She knew she could just enevelop him in her bosom had she wanted.
"But what does baby want?" she whispered to him, conspiratorially, "What does baby want mommy to do?"
Mon Jul 02 16:48:24 2012