Jason woke up with a start in complete darkness. His first instinct was to open his eyes, but his reflex was trumped by the feeling of something pressing on his face. The tiny boy tried to push whatever it was away, but realized that his arms weren’t going where he was telling them to go. He tried to kick out with his legs, to move away from whatever was covering his face, but discovered that they too were firmly pinned. His mouth opened in a cry of panic, but his efforts only served to permit the fleshy covering into his oral cavity. The warm, dry meat covered his mouth, pressing against his lips. The side of his face felt strange and he realized that something like a rope was pressed against it, and had been for a while. He could feel the sore skin where the thick coil had left its mark, and felt similar marks all over his body. His chest felt even more strange, as if it was stuck to these fibers be some dried glue.

Jason screamed, his voice not so much making a sound, but more reverberating into the solid bulk that was smothering him. All of a sudden, he heard a thump. Then another. Then a third. The low, deep thumping was regular and slow, but getting faster, and stronger. As he focused on the sound, trying to figure out where it was coming from, he felt everything around him shift. Jason’s arm felt like it was going to snap as it was pushed to a horribly abnormal angle behind his back, and the thumping sound was drowned out by the mighty creak that accompanied the motion.

Where he was before, merely stuck to the surface, another powerful wall appeared behind him and pushed him into the first. The wall itself was soft, but unrelenting in its advance. He kept his eyes firmly shut until the terrifying earthquake around him had settled, and only then did he notice the smell. The faint, acidic smell that was all around him, was far too familiar to forget. He mind instantly conjured up the images from the night before and he immediately knew where he was.

Crystal settled into her mattress after having rolled over. The slight tingle on her pussy had spurred her to move, crossing her legs so that her thighs pressed against her sex and stopped the stimulation. She was still fast asleep from the wearing off of the weed and alcohol from the previous night, and she barely registered her son’s plight as she continued to smother him, as she had done all night when she fell asleep with him still in her thong. The dried fluids from their escapade had firmly adhered him to her crotch and her pubes, removing any hope he had of escaping her. Oblivious to this, Crystal happily snored away, knowing that she didn’t need to be up for work in the daytime.

She finally stirred from her slumber almost an hour later, at which point, Jason was close to blacking out again from the lack of air in his prison. But just as suddenly as he had been trapped before, he suddenly felt the pressure ease from behind him, as the mountain of his mom rolled onto her back. Crystal spread her legs as she yawned loudly, stretching her arms and her back. In so doing, she thrust her hips upwards into the sky and contracted her big glutes, sucking in the thong and inadvertently her son. Jason felt himself shoot into the air before being tugged back against the titanic vaginal lips, his aching body almost sinking inside his mother again, as the giantess slammed her ass back down onto the bed.

Crystal felt the sensation of the tiny boy and carelessly reached a hand down to her pussy. Two powerful fingers caressed Jason’s back through the thin fabric of her panties before beginning to push him against her skin.

“NO! Mom … Stop …” Jason mumbled with his face buried in her soft vagina. He should have screamed, or struggled, but even as his lungs cried out for air and his brain trembled at the thought of being used for her pleasure again, the blood was rushing to his penis as an erection throbbed: he liked being mommy’s little sex toy. Unfortunately for Jason’s carnal urges, Crystal wasn’t trying to get off. She was merely enjoying the feeling of the soft little object against her sex, and simply rubbed him against her slowly as she fully woke up.

Joyce had left sometime around 3 a.m. and the tired mother had fallen straight into bed when she had. Crystal sat upright in bed and caught sight of her short-shorts on the floor by her bed. The movement pushed her crotch down against the mattress and Jason disappeared in the darkness, her whole weight pressing through him once more. With a bit of momentum behind her, Crystal pushed herself off the bed and onto her feet, standing straight and stretching again.

As her enormous thighs hardened, Jason felt her vagina relax a little and he sunk a little deeper in. The fabric of the thong was now only just touching his back and his face and chest were entombed in her hot, throbbing flesh. His mother took a step forwards and the vibrations from the impact shot through Jason, vibrating him like a toy inside her. Crystal beamed as she savored the feeling, miraculously still not interested in what was causing it.

She strolled into the bathroom and caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, but at least the dark circles under her eyes were fading after the long sleep she had had. Her large breasts also came into view, boasting a long, deep cleavage despite them sagging without the support of a bra. She shrugged: this was bound to happen as she got older, but at least they were still huge.

In one fluid motion, she ripped off her thong and sat down hard on the toilet seat. Jason felt the fabric disappear from his back and then the sensation of falling as the giantess’s hips dove. When her ass hit the plastic seat, the material groaned under the weight, but Jason felt the full force of the crash. He slipped out of his mother’s pussy and thought he was certainly going to fall free. Sadly, for him, the strong pubic hair to which he was stuck caught him, dangling a few millimeters from the enormous woman’s vagina. He hung there for a moment, suspended only millimeters from her flesh, the dull, pink flesh like a tapestry of curves and canyons. His eyes were drawn to a rapidly shifting orifice above his head. Without warning, a jet of fluid shot out of it. Jason gasped, opening his mouth just in time to receive the vile, straw-colored, piss. It poured over his body and he felt himself slipping. Crystal gave a soft moan as she emptied her bladder, unwittingly soaking her son as he slowly became untangled from her pubes.

“Mom! Stop!” Jason gargled, his words drowned out by the steady stream of urine. After another second, the power of the stream prevailed over the thick hairs and Jason slipped free. He fell, tumbling head over heels for all of one breath before he hit the porcelain. His face smashed into the toilet bowl, already slick with his mother’s piss, making a tiny clang.

Fortunately, it was loud enough to draw a very relaxed Crystal’s attention. She glanced down between her thick thighs and her eyes widened as she fixed her gaze on her son, slipping into the frothy water.

“Shit!” she swore as she scooted back, spreading her legs further apart and reaching into the toilet. Her fingers dipped into the foul sea and wrapped around Jason’s body as he struggled to keep the waters out of his mouth. She scowled as disgusting feeling of her own piss coating her fingers shot up her arm, but fished out her son regardless, her guilt over urinating on him overpowering her disgust.

“I am so sorry honey, are you okay?” she boomed. She held Jason to her face, but kept him just far enough to minimize the stench of her urine that she had to smell, “Let me get you cleaned up.”

She stood up, allowing a few droplets of piss to dribble onto the tiles. She stepped over to the sink and turned on the cool tap. Without thinking, she shoved Jason directly under the rushing water.

“Wait …” he tried to protest, but failed to stop himself from being thrust under the freezing cold water. The torrent flattened his body on his mom’s palm, his flimsy arms unable to stop the gush from pinning him down.

“Crap,” Crystal swore again, pulling her son out from under the water as she shook her head, “I’m so sorry, Jason. I can’t seem to do anything right today.”

The silence that ensued was awkward, broken only by the sputtering as Jason coughed the water and piss from his lungs.

“It’s okay mom,” Jason managed.

“No honey, it’s not,” Crystal said, walking out of the bathroom with Jason in her hand. She had a solemn look on her face, but Jason couldn’t help but feel a little distracted. He peered down past her wrist at her bare lower half. Crystal’s top barely covered her hips, and the end of her pubes were visibly from below the little pudge of her belly. Her body jiggled as she approached her dresser to set her son down.

“What do you mean?” Jason asked.

“Well for a start, I don’t even know what to do with you,” Crystal replied, her voice softening, “I can’t always notice you and that puts you in danger. Like this morning, I barely felt you down there and you could have drowned.”

“But mom, it’s not your fault,” Jason tried, but was interrupted, the slightest increase in Crystal’s volume drowned him out.

“I know that, but it still hurts to think that I’m putting you in any kind of pain. It’s not what a normal mother-son relationship should be like. I can’t provide the safe, nurturing environment for you anymore,” she explained.

“But we’re not a normal mother and son!” Jason all but screamed, he looked up at his mother’s face and saw her eyes wide, confused, and maybe a little hurt.

“I know you love me,” he continued, “But you can’t compare us to anyone else, because we’re not like anyone else. I’m not like anyone else. You gave me everything you could as a kid and I am so thankful for that, but you can’t expect to give me the same things anymore.”

Crystal was puzzled by where he was going with all of this but waited patiently to hear it. “What happened last night … That was not something we could have done if I was normal. But I’m not normal. I’m like a few inches tall and I don’t have a lot going for me … but I have you.”

“I know it’s a little strange, but … I think this was the relationship we were meant to have all along,” he concluded.

“What relationship?” she demanded, “Like a …”

“Like … two people that make each other happy,” Jason tried, “In life, at home … with sex.”

“Honey, what do you mean … You can’t be suggesting …” Crystal trailed off.

“Just hear me out,” Jason pleaded, “I know it’s not something people talk about, but come on mom, everyone wishes they could have this kind of bond with their mothers. They just can’t. But us … Tell me you didn’t enjoy what we did last night.”

“I … I guess …” the giantess tried to reason with herself, to hide the shame. Then all of a sudden she didn’t need to, “I did.”

“Well then that’s how you can still provide for me,” Jason announced, “By giving me the best damn sex life anyone could ask for, with a beautiful goddess that loves me.”

Jason finished his emphatic speech and waited for Crystal’s reply. He didn’t know how much of that he had come up with on his own, and how much had been fed to him by Joyce. Regardless, he prayed that his mom would come to see things his way, the gorgeous, half-naked woman stood before him, her eyes fixed on his tiny little 4-inch tall body.

“Oh … come here then,” Crystal finally said, a big smile spreading across her face. Her troubles had melted away, just like that. She now knew what she had to do for her son and she loved the idea. Her hand shot forward to scoop him up … and he came to it willingly.

Life was about to get a whole lot better for Jason.