“Nobody home?” My mother’s sweet but tremendously loud voice made the TV sound mediocre. I heard the loud clattering of something as large as a ship fall to the wooden floor down the hallway. I can only guess she forced off her high heels as her monstrous steps soften…well until she exited out into the living room. From my position, I watched star struck as my titanic 5’11 mom walked into view from beside the couch.  She was like a landscape, a moving mountain of female motherly dominance. Not only that, but my mom is smoking hot and still quite young.

Her hair was dark, a mix between black and brown but on the darker side as it flowed wave like around her neck, and down her back. Her face was well painted with make up but even without it. She was beautiful, a tan heart shape face with nicely curved and thick lips. A button nose, large eyes with a green complexion. My eyes lingered at her dark red moist lips before falling down her elegant neck and into her large bust.

I remember how my friends always be asking me if my mom tits were real for D-cups. I told them yes and based on my “small” predicament. They were more large and enchanting than ever. I backed up a bit as I looked down at her hands propped up on her nicely wide hips, her nails nicely done dark red. My eyes followed down her lovely thick legs before quickly back up to her disappointed face. I can guess she just came from work, wearing a tight black button up shirt and black skirt with black fish net stockings over her legs. My mom always had this knack to dress to impress, using her extreme curves to her advantage. Especially with that shirt that always, seem to jut her breasts into your face. As her son, I’m quite protective when my jerk senses start tingling.

She was simply standing there, a scowl on her red lips and her hands upon her curved hips.  She was scanning the mess I left with my sudden shrinkage, probably thinking up a good punishment.  I myself just stood there, gawking at her when all of a sudden her twitching eyes landed on me. My heart froze still, sweat beaded down my skin. Its one thing to have a naturally towering mom glared down at you but when she’s a complete landscape I felt like dying there on the spot. Her gaze shifted off me and at my clothes and instantly I let out a sigh of relief. Until my mom’s thunderous but honey like voice took my attention in a split second.

“Goodness grace can this boy ever give me a break.” She thundered as she walked around in front of the couch. Her every step was a boom like lightning splitting a tree. I could only view from her knees and up. But as she towered over me completely, I couldn’t even see her face past those massive mammaries. With the TV playing, the light from behind my mom casted a tremendous shadow. It easily swallowed me up as I simply stood there, still star struck. Her complete goddess like presence made me feel small, feeble, and insignificant, like a bug with an impossible mission. Am I that small that she can’t even see me?

“Seriously, I can understand leaving your clothes around your room but on the couch now.” My mom raged as her very voice rattled my entire being. I watched as her hands left her sides as she bent down towards the piles of clothes on the couch. Her arms seemed too huge to be moving that fast. From my view, my mom’s left arm came down at my side as it gathered up the clothes quickly. Again making me feel small, half an hour ago the waist of my pants was a cave. I looked up and watched as her breasts were affected by gravity as it bulged out. I didn’t know how her shirt or bra could hold those monsters but hell they must be having a difficult time doing it.

It was then I remembered I needed to get her attention and felt quite stupid standing here simply watching.  I needed her help. No matter how scary she is, she wouldn’t hurt her only boy in such a situation once she sees me completely. As fast as I can I sprinted towards her arm, if I’m fast enough I can grab a hair on her hand. But of course, I was far too late as she gathered up the hills of clothing and turned away with a booming step. But I couldn’t help but continue running, she’s going to turn around soon enough. If I jump around and raise my arms maybe she will see me. Still her shadow completely engulfed me when I heard another step and looked up. Now, another one of mom’s great features is her thick and largely curved ass.

I stopped running and faced the massive body part. Skirt seemed to rise over the two cheeky mounds. And thanks to that, I was rewarded with a great view of my mom’s panty sucked into her hungry crack. The juicy tan skin of ass seemed to shimmer with richness as my own eyes couldn’t help but be glued to it. My mom’s entire backside was facing me when she did something glorious. Slowly, she bent over as her skirt screeched over her thick ass. The full glory of her rump was exposed to me as something responded in my crotch. She was wearing dark red panties and with my mother’s motion, they were sucked in even more.

“Darn it, why did he have to drop the darn remote on the floor.” My mother’s voice rumbled when she bent her knees. And her ass cheeks spread apart as her ass zoomed closer over me. As if, it was growing even bigger. She lowered it so low that her cheeks hit the cushions as the couch began to whine. I was directly in her crack as I was completely engulfed into her backside. I wanted to step in, touch the flesh, and be completely smothered by it. Adsorbed into the darkness of her ass as each of her steps shake me about and swallow me deeper and ever deeper. But I didn’t, I stood there as her ass zoomed out and I was able to see the light of the TV again between her legs.

Her ass rose up above me back to its original height. I continued stare directly into the dark, hungry cavern of my mother’s crack that nearly made a snack of me. Not even a snack…a crumb. Now listen here, I’m a quarter of an inch. Standing nearly under my mom, her rump was somewhat five hundred feet up above me, then twenty feet away, than back up there in the heavens. The sheer hugeness of it all was overwhelming as for that whole moment I forgot she was my mother. My instincts kicked in and I had a desperate need to bang this huge ass. But of course, my mom eventually found the remote and rose up.

I was stilled pulled in as her cheeks smacked quite loudly. Her butt muscles squeezed tightly as it smothered her panties deep into her crack. It was completely gone as all that was left was my mom’s complete bronze ass. “Kids seem to be gone, guess I can finally relax for the night.” My mother rumbled as she stretched her arms up and gave out an atmosphere shaking yawn. And then my world turned over, as her butt was starting to grow again. No, it was falling directly towards me and it wasn’t stopping.

“Oh god ye-no!!” Even my own mouth was left slack jaw, a bit memorized by the whole event.  But of course the rest of my body was up to date and I bolted for my only way to salvation. Forward! I know she’s going to sink her butt deep into the back of the couch. I was close to the front but still in danger. I pumped my legs as hard as I can, my eyes staring upward as my mom’s ass passed over me. But I was still under her as I looked forward towards my exit. This was going to be a close one as I let out a warrior like cry and lunged forward. I felt like I missed death by a centimeter. In fact, I actually did as my mom’s complete mountainous weight fell on the couch. It screamed like a banshee from hell as it adsorbed my mother’s weight, her ass pushing deep into the cushions.

Me, myself escaped right into the salvation between her legs, her crotch directly above me. The floor below me sunk in towards my mother’s mass as I seemed to be sucked in as well. Only tumbling into my mother’s crotch. My mother let out a strident sigh as the couch seemed to scream some more as she unwind completely and allow the couch to take her weight. I sat there, my back against her as I looked up. Her womanhood was directly above me as I smelt the strong scent of her sex. I trembled, huffing and puffing and covered in cold sweat. I wanted to move from this place, I’m right under my mother’s…entrance. The thought made me squirm but just a minute ago, I was staring up her glorious ass.

Glorious? “What the fuck is with me?” I pulled my legs in, knees to chest as I took the chance to rest. A simple motion of sitting down nearly ended her only son but in the mean time. Her son in perilous danger took the time to stare at her own ass. “Man…this is not going to be easy is it?” I was simply speaking to myself as I looked up. The front of her skirt hung over with her warm fleshy thighs at each of my sides like a widening cavern. Her sex directly behind/above me and the light and noise of the TV flooded in through the entrance.

I was still in the sinkhole caused by my mother’s weight as her crotch suddenly scooted forward. I wasn’t just pushed over but pinned under her crotch and pressed into the threading of the couch. Then it scooted back before the screaming and quaking of the couch only meant my mom was digging her ass deeper into the cushions. It was a habit of hers to twist her ass around, punishing the couch as I was taken along the ear splitting ride. Once she stopped, completely comfortable now. I freed myself from under her and swiftly scrambled up and out of the incline and out towards freedom. It was a bit of a walk as I exited out of the cavern of my mom’s legs and faced the coffee table and behind that the giant box of a TV.

I stood there, naked, basked in the light of the TV. My mother sitting behind me without a clue. Her tremendous size a complex landscape meaning only one thing. I have to climb. “Why…why in ever shrinking situation the little dude got to climb.” I sighed as I looked towards my right, the warm mass of my mother’s thigh sunk into the couch as well. It was massive, thick but with traces of muscle cuts from constant jogging and exercise. The thing about my mother, nobody can call her fat. She’s tall, a bit overweight yes but her thickness added into her curves and the rest into her ass and breasts. Creating a rare kind of woman that beats most models who sacrifice curves and juiciness for thinness.

My mom always knew she was a hell of a woman but now that’s going to prove as an obstacle. I stared into her thigh, through the fish net stockings and at her tanned, light bronze skin. I was breathing hard, trying to psyche myself up like I always do in football. But this was different…this was life or death as I finally got that in my head. I ran forward, expecting the incline as I slid down the slope caused by the tremendous weight of her thigh. As I hit the fishnet, I reached my hands pass the net and grabbed a handful of her thigh’s flesh. It was resilient, a layer of fat and muscle behind it. I pulled apart the fishnet as I closed my face in and kissed her flesh.

I knew it was impossible for her to feel it but it was more like for good luck. “I love you mom and I'm sorry for being a peeping Tom but please...don’t kill your only son!” I yelled out, as if she could hear. I looked up hoping to have my spirit lifted by her beautiful face but only to meet the bottom of her bust. No worries, soon enough I’ll be seeing that face close up if I don't die in the process. And thus, I kissed my mother's flesh again and began my quest to her face.