Killer hips and monstrous booty push and squish comfortably against the huge white leather arm rest of the super-sofa, the curvy Amazonian smiling fondly while she slides her sturdy left arm to rest along the top of the back. Her muscular, pillar-like legs stretch outwards from this sitting position, held loosely together with her feet pointed excitedly towards her diminutive offspring, barely giving him room on the cushion. Neatly pedicured and pink painted toes flex and relax, eager for the boy's attention. On a normal woman, they could almost be called dainty, but Jerry could just about wrap his teeny fist around one big toe, such was their size and thickness. He did just that with a tired little huff, grasping the left one for leverage while he repositioned himself, shuffling around and spreading his thin legs outwards on either side of his Moms appendages, so that they sat almost on his lap. His loose green khaki shorts were a good choice today, giving him plenty of wiggle room, he absently thinks. The sides of her feet press gently against his inner thighs, as Josie waited with amused patience, a faint smile on her face, gazing lovingly down at her son with a maternal fondness.
Still holding on to her left toe, Jerry sighs theatrically, and pats his leg.
“Up, please.”
He asks, well trained to his Moms needs. He had to ask of course, his own weedy arms could barely budge her legs if he tried to lift them. It wasn't even a question, and he had never attempted to find out. Obediently, Josie carefully raises her right leg up, spreads it slightly to the side, then gently places her heel down upon her son's slender thigh, the weight pushing his own leg a few inches deeper into the soft and springy cushions. A brief glance of bare, tanned skin all the way up along those thick inner thighs, straight up to her yoga shorts clad crotch is given to Jerry, but he of course studiously ignores it. Instead he focuses on the task at hand. Further up and above him, Josie watches with that same soft expression, tilting her head to rest her soft cheek on her shoulder, while one big hand plays with a long lock of raven hair, twirling it slowly between a couple of fingers. Gosh, she was so pretty, he thinks, heart melting at the sight of her as it often did. Why didn't she have a boyfriend? He shrugs this thought away, unwilling to daydream again, and returns to the present. A foot nearly the length of his torso awaits.
He cracks his knuckles, and shakes his hands a few times, rolling his shoulders and neck, loosening up, much to the amusement of his Mother, who lets out a short giggle snort, earning her a grumpy frown from her son. She looks off to the side, all innocent smiles, as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, and Jerry continues. He starts at the very bottom of her heel, gripping at the sides as firmly as his short fingers will allow, digging into the meaty flesh with his thumbs and palms, working at the muscle and skin like someone trying to knead unusually tough clay. It seems to work though, as his gigantic Mom releases a long sigh of pleasure alongside a quiet humming sound, closing her green eyes and tilting her head back. Keeping up this movement, Jerry worked his way upwards slowly and surely, pausing now and then to wipe the fragrant sweat on his shirt. It helped with the massage, true, making her skin nice and slippery, and actually smelled kind of nice, a distinct peach body wash his Mom favored. Still, foot sweat was foot sweat, and he just did his best to ignore the liquid as it gradually soaked his t-shirt.
The upper ball of her sole required extra effort, and Jerry had to really put his back into it, leaning forwards over the foot so that he could rub and squeeze extra hard, the exertion soon causing him to pant and gasp, sweat beading on his forehead. Without thinking, he takes his glasses off and wipes his palm flat across his face, realizing too late that he had just smeared his Moms sweat all over himself. He closes his eyes and groans inwardly, peeking up discreetly to see if she had seen that. Luckily, Josie was still reclining with her face angled towards the ceiling, her massive bust partially hiding her head from his angle. Good. She would have teased him mercilessly for that. A large, glistening droplet of foot sweat rolls down along his nose to the tip, causing his eyes to cross as he examines its short journey with mild revulsion. Just as he's reaching up to catch it, the globule drips from the tip of his nose and directly into his open mouth, causing the boy to recoil with horror as the salty sweet flavor spreads across his tongue, his lips pinching shut far too late, and he reflexively swallows the mouthful, forcing himself not to gag. His whole body tremors briefly, and he clenches his jaw tight. ‘I'm just going to pretend that didn't happen,’ he silently swore.
By this point, his shirt was soaked,a steaming mixture of both his own and his Moms fluids, so he leans back for a second so that he can peel it up and off, tossing the damp garment to the floor, where it lands with a wet slap.
Narrow chest rising and falling, skin glistening with Motherly sweat, he takes one last deep breath and continues on. By this time, he's finally reached her toes, and he pushes the slim fingers of his left hand between them, interlocking cutely. Josie briefly grips her toes in response, without looking down, her smile only spreading. God, he was so good at this. Using both hands, Jerry works at the huge digits, twisting, bending, squeezing and pulling them in all directions, really working at the tension within. Occasionally, he runs his fingers over the smooth nails, examining the pedicure and paint job. He was actually something of a perfectionist, and liked to ensure that his Moms toes looked flawless. An odd thing, he knew, but what the heck. He knew his Mom appreciated it, and she even asked him to paint them occasionally. One last hard squeeze, and this foot is done, the toughened muscle now somewhat more tender, and definitely more relaxed. Jerry inhales sharply, exhales, then flops back onto his elbows, taking a moment's respite. He didn't have long; the couch subtly creaked and shifted as his mom slid her foot from atop his thigh, tucking it snugly between his hip and the couch cushion. The other foot raised up, and gently but firmly planted itself directly onto his stomach and chest, the sweaty skin adhering to his. Her toes flex upwards expectantly, tickling and scritching under his chin.
“Okay o-okay!”
He complains, wearily, the light giggling of his voluptuous Mom only annoying him further. With a fair bit of grumbling, he wraps his arms around her foot in a hug, heaving himself back up into a sitting position, while Josie eases it down between his legs, still contentedly smiling, and playing with her hair. Their skin parts with an audible sticky rasp that tugs at Jerry's flesh, while his Mom, her eyes heavy lidded and half open, gazes down at him mischievously, green iris’ twinkling in the soft glow of the TV light.
He gives her another stern look, as much as he can with that boyish face, and she returns it, again, with an angelic one of her own. Rolling his eyes, he adjusts himself once more, spreading his own legs around her foot, one leg stretched along inside, the other along the outside in a cozy, familiar position. After a good twenty something minutes, he finally finishes his work on this foot, giving her big toe one last affectionate squeeze, and flops onto his back, puny arm muscles aching, most of his upper body drenched in his Moms sweat. This must be how rock climbers feel after a particular difficult challenge, he thinks to himself. Further along the sofa, Josie herself emits a long, happy sigh, raising both legs at an angle and stretching them luxuriously, cooing with contentment. Those pampered feet drop down either side of Jerry's shoulders, soles facing inwards with her toes mere inches from his face. He can see them intruding on his peripheral vision as he gazes tiredly up at the ceiling, but he's not got the energy to move just yet. Her thick calves hem his shoulders between them, and her enormous thighs smoosh together over his own, spindly legs, covering his lower body completely in hot, jiggly female flesh. Mercifully his crotch is located perfectly in a small gap, thus avoiding crushing, or embarrassing bodily reactions.
“That was wonderful, Jerry -bean~”
Josie purred, like an overgrown, and spoiled cat.
“You really are such a good boy.”
That playful light dancing in her eyes, she sticks her tongue out from the side of her chunky lips. Down below, she flexes and pokes her toes against her son's cheeks,squishing and pinching them gently between them, earning his flailing protests, and her laughter.
“Alright alright! I'll stop, jeez, I'm just playin’ Mister.”
She teased, parting her legs and allowing her son to sit up and face her. It isn't often she's reminded of the enormous size difference between them, but this is one of those times. Both are sat upright with their legs stretched fully out, but where her own long and heavy limbs nearly reach across the entire length of the sofa, Jerry's own short legs end barely in the middle, his feet currently tickling the inside of her thighs. He looked so vulnerable, so fragile, his big blue eyes gazing innocently up at her beneath that tangle of golden hair. It made her heart ache for him, and renewed her silent determination to never let anything hurt him, ever again. Jerry couldn't help but notice her suddenly serious demeanor, and tilts his head, looking up with concern.
“M..Mom..? I-is everything o-okay?”
He asks, placing a small hand on her knee. God, he was so sweet, always thinking of her first. She pushes the serious thoughts away, the cheeky grin returning to her lips once more.
“Hm? Oh, of course sweetie! …hmm.. say..”
As she speaks, she leans forwards and down to eye level with her tiny son, inadvertently giving him a front row view of her massive tits squishing together in a fabric straining display of mammary delight.
“My glutes are -real- tight today too…”
She lets that linger in the air, Jerry's eyes widening in realization. Surely she didn't mean.. she wasn't… right?
“Your… butt…? I.. No way!! Thats gross M-Mom! I
..that is.. N-no way!”
Leaning back to her full height, Josie crosses her broad arms beneath her bouncing bust, Jerry fixedly ignoring the jiggle physics before him to stare up in… what? Shock? Disbelief?
“Oh, okay. Hm. I see.”
Josie sighs, dramatically,looking away with an expression of over the top sadness.
“I mean sure, I do all the cooking, cleaning, buy you all the games you want, and so on and so on.. I guess it is a BIT much to ask you to help your poor Mother out with some post exercise physical therapy now and again.”
She sniffs. Aaaand there it is. His shoulders slump, and his head hangs. The guilt tripping!! He falls for it everytime, as they both knew full well. Well… he guessed he did owe his Mom for everything she did. And it was just his Mom right? Not some random lady. And didn't she deserve some pampering? Sigh.. yeah she did. Slowly he looks up, his expression stoic, his head nodding once. He never could say no to his Mom.
“Okay f-fine, I'll do it, sheesh..”
Josie blinks once, taken aback. She hadn't expected him to actually agree! She was only teasing the poor kid. And yet, he was willing to do it. For her. She searched his face, her green eyes flickering over his features, and his nervously determined expression. He was serious, he really was. The massive Moms’ heart fluttered with pride and joy at the generosity and selflessness of her little man. How had she been so blessed to have a son like this. Well, now she couldn't back out either. If he had summoned the courage to go along with her outrageous request, who was she to stop him?
“Oh, Jerry-bean!”
She says quietly, a hand raised up to her chin. That old pet name she used for him, normally made him wince with embarrassment, but she couldn't help it. Like she always told him, he was as sweet as candy. Casting her gaze up and down his small form once more, she smiles a broad, red cheeked grin, then starts to move. Bringing both her knees up towards herself, Josie heaves those battering ram hips up and around, her hands gripping the armrest as she repositions her hulking body into a more easily accessible position. With her son sitting neatly between her ankles, she eases herself down onto her stomach, bulky chest squishing and spreading on the cushion, reaching forwards with her arms until they're crossed beneath her chin as a temporary support. Those muscular legs flatten length ways either side of Jerry, like a pair of sensuous giant anacondas, and with a final flick of her hips, the twin beachballs of her ass point upwards like a mighty rising moon, wobbling visibly and slowly. Perhaps unfortunately for Jerry, all her movements have wedged her yoga shorts deep into the meaty canyon of her butt crack, the smooth, slightly shiny tan skin of her enormous cheeks on full display. She may as well be wearing a thong the poor boy thinks, unable to suppress it. His jaw has dropped at the sight, horrified, intimidated, and oddly curious all at once. Within that deep valley of motherly flesh, the only visible part of her shorts is at the very bottom underside, mercifully covering the smooth bulge of his Moms vagina.
“...Ah…”
He manages to squeak, unable to look away from the sight, as one might be drawn to a car crash, or the sudden appearance of a blimp in the sky perhaps. Another dry swallow clicks in his throat, and he suddenly wonders if this was a bad idea. Deep breaths, deep breaths, he tells himself. It's just Mom, there's nothing to worry about. Even though he finds his hands are suddenly shaking, he clenches his tiny fists and looks on with stalwart determination. One shuffle, two, and a quick scoot, he inches forwards on hands and knees until he's within reach of the cheeks, each one as high as his waist, even when he kneels up. Jeez, never mind her whole ass, he thinks, reminded of his earlier realization. It seemed incredibly likely that each buttock had more mass than his own, tiny body.
“O…okay! Here I g-go…”
He mutters, more to himself than to his Mom. But..where to begin? Left or right? It's painfully obvious that he simply won't be able to handle the entire ass. Instead, he's going to have work on one cheek, then the other, somewhat similar to her feet. But the first problem is he really doesn't want to touch her bare skin. That's a step beyond what he can handle right now, which means he's going to have to unwedgie her shorts first. Now that he's knelt up, looking from one to the other, his hands hovering nervously above the enormous derriere, he's unsure how to go about it. But, alas, he knows there is only one option. Closing his eyes tightly, his face flushed with embarrassment, Jerry slowly inserts his right hand fingers first into that tight crack, causing his Mom to quietly gasp and giggle, intensifying the boy's humiliation.
Deeper and deeper his slender hand goes, the flesh much firmer than he expected, yet still soft and springy, intense body heat radiating into his skin. Questing fingers carefully probe until they finally bump against the elastic fabric of her shorts. To his discomfort, his skinny arm has disappeared from view, just past his elbow and up to the middle of his bicep, the twin buttocks lazily clamping around his limb like a pair of super heavy pillows. Taking another, calming breath, he inches his fingers carefully around, searching out the edges of his Moms shorts, until he finally manages to hook them in his enclosed fist. Relieved, he begins to tug, gently at first, then harder, slowly realizing with shock that he can't physically do it with one arm, such is the taut strength of the garment. His eyes crack open to stare in disbelief at his ass-engulfed arm, knowing that he's going to have to use both. Blue eyes dart nervously upwards along his Moms toned, muscular back, where he meets her gaze. Josie, obviously amused, is looking sideways over her shoulder at her son, biting her chubby bottom lip to stop herself from laughing.
Obscurely offended, Jerry frowns grumpily, turning his attention back to her booty. This time he isn't as careful, and instead quickly plunges his left arm down and inside to join the other one in its efforts, grabbing firmly hold of the material and heaving upwards with all his, admittedly paltry, might. It works though, as the boy slowly, shakily pulls forth that buried cloth, teeth gritted with the effort, and he actually brings one foot upwards to brace it on the sofa, pulling up, and up, and up. He's got it! With a triumphant yell, he leans right back, pulling the shorts apart as far as he can before letting go. As soon as he does, he's launched right onto his back with a stunned little oof! Noise, while the yoga shorts loudly crack against his Moms momentarily bare globes, eliciting a short and startled yelp from the big woman.
“Hey! Easy does it back there, buster!”
She laughs, eyes dancing with mirth. Secretly, she was pretty damn proud of his effort, as cute and feeble as it was. What he lacked in strength, he sure made up for in spirit, that was certain. Jerry meanwhile could only lay on his back for a moment, yet again gasping for air, his already punished body yearning for rest. It had been worth it though, at least he wouldn't have to touch his Moms bare…. Ass.. he blinks, realization dawning. He'd just had both arms deep in the worst possible place, his skin slick with booty sweat.
“Eeghh… ughh… eeehh..”
He groans, rubbing his palms over his face in disbelief, snatching them away a split second later as he remembers where they've literally just been. A look of almost painful embarrassment creases his features, and he can only let out a deep shuddering breath, the faint aroma of body wash, booty sweat, and ass now pervades his personal space. Definitely going to pretend THIS didn't happen, he thinks, morosely. But still, there wasn't much point in stalling. He told Mom he was going to massage her butt, and that's what he was going to do. Despite his timid, submissive nature, Jerry was pretty determined when it came to keeping his word, one of the few personality traits he shared with his Mother. One more breath of slightly tangy air, and he pulls himself back up into sitting, staring at the now covered dump truck. The black yoga shorts hugged his Moms rump tightly, emphasizing and supporting the shapely buttocks. Emblazoned across both cheeks was his Moms business logo, again in a hot pink. Flashy, and gaudy he thought, but it for sure got her business. Stopping himself from going off on another thought tangent, Jerry repositioned his body just between Josie's thighs, hands once more hovering while he contemplated just where to begin. There was just so.. so much..
Just as he's finishing this thought, he senses movement from his Mom. Leisurely reaching back behind herself, Josie casually pinches the top of her shorts between finger and thumb, and with a swift jerk, she tugs them upwards, burying them in her crack once more and exposing her smooth bronze cheeks while Jerry gapes with disbelief.
“MOM!!?!”
He yelps, flabbergasted at his Moms audacity. The enormous woman can only laugh, a giggle fit overcoming her, while Jerry splutters and waves his hands at her ass, her face, then back again. She shakes her head, still wriggling with mirth, and answers him, her voice dripping with sweetness.
“What's up babes? …oh! This?”
With an effortless tilt of the hips and clenching of muscles, she slams her cheeks together with a loud clap, both of them wobbling with a hypnotic rhythm barely a foot away from her son's face. He's still speechless, trolled again by his Mom, and for a good minute he can only watch as she twerks a few more times before calming herself down.
“Okay okay, just playing hun. Here.”
Still smiling, she again reaches down, this time deep into her ass, much like Jerry had done not long before, though she only needed her fingers. With zero effort, Josie pulls the clothing free, and neatly spreads it out, giving him an exaggerated cheeky wink before turning away once more.
“Continue.”
What Jerry didn't know was that his Moms playful display of booty clapping had actually been a means of wasting a little time while she shook off a naughty sensation. When the tiny teen gripped her shorts in his fist, his delicate little knuckles had actually brushed lightly across her tight anus, the orifice twitching and puckering as a delightful tingle shot its way into her abdomen. Partially she felt guilty, but a deeper part of her had found the gentle inadvertent touch to be quite tantalizing. She would have to take care of that later. For now, she focused on her son, eagerly awaiting his next move.
The young boy between her legs, however, had been stunned and hypnotized by the agile display of Mom-ass, a distinct twitching forming down in his own groin. Yet another deep gulp bobs up and down his throat as he forcefully ignores this, closing his eyes and willing the bad thought's away. He would have to become more logical about this. Yes, it was an incredible butt. It was fine to look, to admire it, but at the end of the day, it belonged to his Mom. Think logically. You aren't turned on by it, that's just not possible. Reassured by this line of thinking, Jerry sighs in relief as his budding erection returns to its flaccid state. He could keep this up, no problem. Okay! Nodding briskly, he returns to the task. Now, which cheek first.. After a moment's hesitation, he decides to pick the old fashioned way.
“Eenie meenie, miney mo…”
Left right, left right, left, aaaand right. Decision made, he turns more towards that particular muscle, his hip resting against his mother's thigh. With great care, he moves both hands over to the highest peak of the cheek, then gently presses them down, palm first. Now that he's concentrating, Jerry can appreciate the full texture and sensation of that weighty hunk of flesh beneath the thin material. It's.. really quite something. His hands sink nearly an inch and a half into her skin until they meet resistance, the immensely powerful glute wrapped in an ample padding of fat. Huh. His own butt was practically skin and bone. This must be super comfy to sit on. Up above, Josie watches her son with bemusement, one eyebrow raised as he examines and fondles her ass cheek.
“Ahem.”
She clears her throat, startling the boy, and he looks quickly up to his mother with a sheepish grin.
“Oh!! J..just umm getting a fuh.. feel for it M-mom”
Josie says nothing, merely watches with the faintest of smiles curling the corners of her plush lips. Jerry manages to snap out of his reverie, and finally gets to work. Leaning forwards and pushing down as hard as he can, sliding and grabbing fistfuls of flesh, hands exploring and squeezing up, down, and and around, searching for tougher spots, or knots in the mighty booty flesh. It's amateurish compared to his foot massages, but by god it still feels great, Josie thinks, easing her head down and away, chin resting on her forearms and her eyes closing slowly in bliss. That boy has magic hands, she would swear it. From her little gasps and moans, Jerry figures he must be doing a good job, and keeps at it, pleased that she is pleased. Its even harder work than her feet, and he frequently has to stop for breath, resting his elbows atop the squishy mound of flesh until he regains a little energy. The heat rising from his Moms thighs, crotch and ass seemed to increase, rivulets of sweat forming on her skin once more and dripping steadily from beneath her shorts until a darker, damp line appears right over her crack. From his close position, his face so close to it, Jerry is treated to the distinct, pheromone laces scent of her womanhood, although he has no idea what it is, only that it smells amazing. He simply assumes its her body wash again, although the smell of her sweaty booty provides its own, less pleasant aroma. He quickly gets used to it however, rather enjoying his job now, his Moms ass much easier on his hands, the natural springy flesh allowing him to push and squeeze much harder, and for longer.
“Oh…oh sweetie thats… hmmm… that's wonderful “
Josie groans in bliss, the tension she didn't know she was carrying melting away. Jerry blushes deeply and smiles shyly, as his Moms hips move up and down in sync with his pushing, obviously wanting more. It's not long before he moves on to the left cheek, slapping his hands down onto the wobbling hunk and getting to work, spending the last of his endurance on making sure that her whole ass is thoroughly relaxed. Moms long, happy coos and grunts tell him that he's done a good job, and with a weary smile he finally let's his arms droop down between her thighs, resting his knuckles on the cushion just before her crotch, his face level with her booty, and mere inches away as he takes deep slow breaths, too tired to care that he's practically huffing his Moms ass. Utterly spent, the boy attempts to raise himself up, but fails, only managing to stumble forwards on shaking legs to land chest and face first on Josie's phat backside. It's.. incredibly comfortable, softer and firmer than any mattress, so much so that he is certain he could fall asleep right here. His arms spread out either side to hug and squeeze the massive cheeks either side of his head, which he has to push forwards and up, so that his chin rather than his face is buried in the center. The longer he lays still, the further he sinks in, like some sweaty, memory foam mattress.
“You comfy there huh?”
Josie's husky voice calls gently from above, and Jerry tilts his tired eyes upwards to meet hers, nodding slowly as her cheeks begin to squash in either side of his face. She snorts, amused, and shakes her head slowly.
“Well, sorry Mister, but Moms butt isn't a bed. Time for showers!”
She declared, reaching back to ruffle the hair of her little booty passenger.