She held him close to her warmth, his head just inches from her vast swelling breasts. "Does baby want to get smaller? Smaller and smaller and smaller, so he can slip right into mommy's cleavage?"
Mitch moaned. Completely under his mother's spell, he was beyond words: ensorcelled, bewitched, utterly at her mercy, a slave to the primal lusts that her presence awoke within him. His eyes remained fixed on her gigantic tits as they rose and fell rhythmically before him. Her words rang in his mind like bells, he wanted to dive into that irresistible ocean of seductive flesh, to immerse himself in the bosom of this goddess who had become his everything. Once more he moaned his assent, his hips twitching as his turgid cock pressed against her stomach. Helpless to resist, he began to slowly hump against the soft flesh of her belly, shuddering at the sensation of her perfection.
Though he was unable to speak, Moira sensed his distant shame and was quick to reassure him. "That's my boy," she cooed. "You just do whatever feels natural, sweetie. Mommy's here for you, only for you, always for you. Hump harder, sweetheart. Mommy's going to make all your dreams come true."
Moaning, he hunched his hips, clinging desperately to her, his hands dwarfed by the immensity of her body. In some far corner of his mind he saw himself unmanned, transformed into a mindless rutting beast by his mother's goddess-like presence, and somehow that image of his powerlessness before her sent him careening over the edge. He shuddered, eyes clenched shut, gasping, jerking in spasms as jets of cum arced from his cock and fell against his mother's taut silken skin.
Moira continued to whisper to him as her boy quivered beside her, talking him through the wrenching ecstasy of his orgasm, wrapping him in her love. She could feel his flailing helplessness, as some small part of him continued to fight the drowning pleasure he felt when he was with her. He didn't want to abandon himself to her, not completely, not yet, and she understood. As much as she knew she could simply change him with a thought, she wanted him to surrender himself willingly. It would happen soon, she knew - already she could see in his eyes the depth of his adoration, his yearning for her.
Opening his eyes, Mitch wondered anew at the sublime immensity of his mommy-goddess. Once more his gaze was drawn irresistibly to her magnificent cleavage, her massive breasts straining the lace of the nightdress to its limits. He lay in mute awe, enraptured by the surge and sway of her goddess bosom, and, impossibly, he felt his arousal return with renewed intensity. Mitch let out a soft groan as his cock throbbed with need. He just couldn't control himself at the sight of her, those incredible, unbelievable breasts, the way they mashed together and just swelled outwards when she breathed in, swelled and swelled like... like she was growing... or he was shrinking...
Shocked, he rolled away, his cock leaving the soft skin of her stomach as he fell onto his back. He gripped the bedsheets tightly in a desperate, unthinking attempt to stop this. On some level he knew it was foolish: she had promised to make his fantasies come true, she had shown him nothing but love, he should trust her - but it was all just so overwhelming, the feeling of being so completely and utterly out of control, of being changed on a fundamental level. She's making me shrink when I cum, he thought wildly, but even as he struggled that thought only fueled his arousal all the more.
As she watched him, Moira felt a deep tenderness swell up inside her. Her boy was afraid, afraid of giving up control, afraid of becoming nothing more than her plaything. He needed to realise that she was his plaything as much as he was hers, that the two of them would play together and love each other, forever and ever and ever.
She scooted forward a little, so that she was once more pressed up against him, this time her huge breasts resting on either side of his head. The sight had a calming effect on him, and a glazed look came over his eyes. Moira giggled to herself. My little cutie-pie, she thought. She reached out with a hand now the size of his entire torso, and with a fingernail she lightly flicked his aching cock.
"You like it that mommy's so much bigger than you, don't you sweetheart? You like looking up at mommy, feeling mommy's big soft boobies surround you, mommy's long fingers touching you, loving you... do you want to be even smaller for mommy? Mommy can make you feel so good, my darling boy, mommy can make you cum and cum and cum until you're just a little speck, crawling around between my titties, and still you'll be cumming and cumming, always cumming for mommy..."
Her finger was rubbing once more along the length of his erection, and Mitch felt his mouth open in a silent wail as his cock surrendered again to her ministrations. His tiny hips bucked, his breath came in high-pitched gasps, but still she wasn't done.
"When you get small enough, you can live in mommy's tits. Would you like that, sweetie? Mommy will make a nice little house for you in her cleavage that you love sooo much, and anytime you're horny you can stick your little pecker out the window and mommy will rub it and squeeze it and squish it between her tits and make it feel so good for you... does that sound like fun, baby?"
He was cumming again. He was beginning to accept that he was utterly helpless before her, she could make him cum with a touch, a gesture, a word, a thought. And even as his orgasm ripped through him like a tide, he felt her looming larger and larger over him, her hands now bigger than his entire body as they delicately petted and rubbed and sent white-hot pleasure spiking into his brain.
Then she picked him up, his eyes wild and unfocused, his body delirious from her touch and desperate for more. She held him above, her gorgeous face consuming the entirety of his vision. She was smiling, and he felt his heart soar. As she smiled she pursed her lush pink lips and blew him a kiss, and in that instant his erection flared to renewed life, aching, throbbing with need, as she lowered him once more and placed him in the depths of her cleavage.
Just the feeling of being surrounded by those amazing breasts proved too much for him to bear. He came instantly, powerfully, his tiny fingers scrabbling against her flesh as he felt her skin stretching out even further around him; he was surrounded, hemmed in on all sides, as his back pressed against her skin his cock was being massaged by vast acres of perfect creamy flesh, warm and soft like the softest silk, and he was cumming again, shrinking again, his screams of pleasure sounding tinny and indistinct even to his own ears. This would be the last time, he knew, but he couldn't stop, couldn't resist; he was hers, now and forever, even as he heard her gentle voice echo in his mind.
"That's it, my sweetie, such a good boy. Hump mommy's cleavage, baby, give yourself to mommy, give all of yourself, and mommy will make you feel so good... mommy loves you so much, baby, now be a good boy and cum for mommy. Cum for mommy, cum as hard as you can, just for mommy! Cum now, sweetie!"
Desperate to obey, Mitch thrust his hips and abandoned himself to lust, to love, to the great yawning depth of his need for her; drowning in her cleavage as his cock bucked in a final, roaring climax...
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