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Was he truly repulsed by his mother … or did he just know that he was supposed to be? Jason was still debating this weeks after Joyce had brought it up. He was lying in his bed, lost in his thoughts. In fact, his real bed was some distance to his left, the colossal sea of blankets too large for him to contemplate sleeping in. Over the past weeks his mother had made some adjustments to the house for him. He had insisted on keeping his own space, so he had set up in his old room, but it was too big for him. Their solution had been to clear his bedside table and furnish it with his necessities, all small enough for him to use.

 

His “bed” was in fact a folded-up sock from his childhood, slotted into an old picture frame. The plastic frame held the cotton in place to give the semblance of a mattress, certainly comfortable enough for the 6-inch boy. Beside this was an empty egg carton, in which he stored numerous bits of cloth that he used as clothes. Jason had gotten into a dignified habit of tying a piece of fabric around his waist every morning to give himself an air of humanity, instead of feeling like no more than an animal.

 

Beside this “closet” was his lavatory. The mother and son had agreed that him calling out for her whenever he need to use the bathroom was not going to work, so Crystal had set him an old Chinese tea cup that stood a few inches tall. This was perfect for him to squat over and relieve himself, and she emptied and cleaned it every evening. Jason kept a piece of plastic on top of it to stop the smell, but in truth he would have preferred that it be emptied after each use. Still, he couldn’t complain: he had his privacy and as much autonomy as he could hope for at his size.

 

He turned over onto his side, starring out across his huge room at the door, slightly ajar. The faint smell of marijuana drifted inside and the giggles of his mom followed. It was almost 7p.m. on a Sunday night: the one night that she and Joyce didn’t have to work. The two of them often hung out in their spare time, and Jason wasn’t going to change that. He had left them to their own devices before and they hadn’t bothered him, so the tiny boy largely ignored them.

 

But what if …? He couldn’t stop thinking about what Joyce had said about his mom, and the more he thought, the less it seemed like a bad idea. Sure, fantasizing about one’s own mother was frowned upon, but why? No one could deny that she loved him, and he, her. What was wrong with showing it physically as well as with the way she took care of him. And she wasn’t bad looking either. As if on cue there was a noise at his door.

 

“Shhh, he’ll hear you,” Crystal whispered, her “r” slurring noticeably.

 

“So what? He’s not sleeping,” Joyce replied as the two of them entered his room.

 

Crystal came in first, pushing the door with her ass. Wearing her favorite pair of short-shorts, she stumbled past the door frame and only just caught herself from falling. Jason stared longingly at her enormous rump as it jiggled with her movements. The huge lumps promptly disappeared from view as she turned to face him, her cellulite ridden thighs wobbling as her feet landed. The thick columns of flesh were pressed together down to her knees as she swayed from side to side. The tank-top she wore was too small for her and rode up her belly, revealing the faintest snail-trail of pubic hair that climbed up to her belly button. The sparse blonde hair was hardly visible against her pale skin.

 

The bulge of her belly jumped as she took a heavy step forwards, her weight falling abruptly as her foot fell with little control. The impulse seemed to carry up her abdomen and into her breasts. Jason’s jaw dropped as he watched the colossal comets bounce up and down as if caught in an earthquake, their fleshy consistency evident in the uncontrolled manner in which, they moved. He couldn’t see the tops of her boobs from the table, but he recognized the tank top and knew that there was ample cleavage on show. Jason gulped as he realized that he was getting hard, his erect penis tenting beneath the sheet he had wrapped around himself.

 

“M-Mom? What are you guys doing in here?” he asked, trying to make eye contact with her.

 

“See? He’s going to be pissed,” Crystal giggled, spinning drunkenly on her heels as she faced Joyce. She swayed closer to the bedside table, her gigantic ass casting a worrying shadow over her tiny son. He stared shamelessly at her booty, the short barely covering the bottom of her ass as they rode up her sizeable crack. Her skin had blotches that were only visible up close: tiny imperfections in her glorious skin.

 

“Just do it,” Joyce laughed from a distance, her eyes fixing on Jason.

 

“Fine, but only because you dared me to,” Crystal’s voice echoed.

 

“Dared you to what?” Jason asked, rolling off his bed and standing up. His mother was almost standing over his table now, her colossal ass easily the size of the entire surface. What were they talking about? He looked from his mother’s ass to Joyce and then back. Why was she still facing away from him? Joyce winked at him and suddenly, Jason felt a sinking sensation in his stomach.

 

Without a word, Crystal squatted down, her huge butt falling onto his bedside table. Jason stumbled backwards and fell onto his makeshift bed as the scantily clad stripper’s rear enveloped his tiny room. The egg carton in which, he stored his clothes crumpled as her full weight fell upon it, the cardboard compressing and bending out of shape as its contents spilled out beneath her. Jason was pinned to his bed by the cool flesh of his mom’s ass, the shorts riding up further to reveal almost her full cheeks. The meaty ass hugged his body and held him down against his bed as the pressure piled on. The weight was slowly starting to suffocate him as her ass spread to cover the surface, knocking over the empty tea cup which cracked on the floor below.

 

Jason groaned as his mom twisted her ass a little, her giggles resonating through her body, but soon enough she stood up.

 

“I can’t believe you did that! Wasn’t it so much fun?” Joyce asked as the blonde shot to her feet.

 

“It was kind of fun,” she admitted, blushing a little.

 

“And look, he liked it too! So much that he’s still on your booty,” Joyce pointed out. Crystal gasped as she craned her neck to look down at her ass. She couldn’t see him, but certainly felt the tiny form of her son stuck to the inside of her left butt cheek, his face buried in her ass. His tiny arms were struggling to push him away from her but his futile protests were lost to the giantess who found the whole thing hilarious.

 

“Look at him!” Crystal snickered, pointing at her shapely behind as she looked to her friend.

 

“He looks like he loves you ass!” Joyce egged her on, “See how he’s trying to push your pants up to get some skin?”

 

“Well then I have just the place for him,” Crystal announced, reaching behind her. Instead of grabbing her son, who remained pasted to her fleshy behind, she grabbed the waistband of her shorts. As Joyce all but cheered her on, the blonde spun around to point her ass at her friend, then swayed her hips to some non-existent music as she pushed the short shorts down. She made sure to push them away from her body and leave plenty of room to leave Jason on her butt as the pants fell to her ankles, her hips moving seductively in slow circles.

 

Jason just about managed to force his face off of her mom’s ass when he giant hand came down hard on his tiny body. Crystal slapped her big booty as she continued to dance for Joyce. Her thong remained wedged between her butt cheeks as she started to shake her ass harder. Jason’s eyes widened in panic as he swung to one side, then came crashing back the other way, smacking against his giantess mom’s other ass cheek. The process repeated as the aging stripper began to twerk, bouncing her booty violently and shaking it side to side, trashing her perverted little son between her behemoth butt cheeks.

 

His terror only grew as he heard a low, guttural moan escape from deep inside his mother: she was enjoying this too. Jason felt sick to his stomach, but that was mostly due to the shaking. In fact, he was thoroughly enjoying being smothered by his mom’s titanic ass. His erection was throbbing beneath the sheet that was now loose against his waist. Before he got a chance to make his feelings known however, he popped off her skin. Jason was too shocked to yell as he fell to the floor, hitting the ground with a dull thud. Joyce stared at him for a moment, wondering if he was okay, but Crystal had other priorities. She glanced down between her legs and saw his little form on the ground and thought only of how good he had felt against her butt.

 

Jason raised his head and looked up at his mother. Straddling him, her enormous legs soared into the sky, meeting almost directly above him at her crotch, a thick bush of blonde curls bursting out of the sides of the triangular front of her thong. The rest of the fabric disappeared between her thighs and into her ass crack, only slightly spread apart given her stance. She saw her look down at him, her breasts obscuring the bottom half of her face. He tried to raise an arm to weakly protest, but it was too late. Crystal’s booty fell like the sky on top of him.

 

Joyce was still starring at his little body when the colossal form of her friend’s ass landed on him, the juicy white globes swallowing him whole as they pounded the ground and began to grind. Joyce followed her arched back up to Crystal’s face: her eyes were closed and lower lip bitten. Jason felt like he was in a vice as the full weight of his mother was augmented by her intentionally grinding her rump into him. His puny body was ripped back and forth across the carpet as she milled her ass into the ground, savoring every inch of his tiny body as it tickled her sensitive saddle region. With each movement, Crystal was angling her hips further and further forwards and showing Joyce more of her ass as Jason began to shift towards her pussy. When his struggling form first pressed against the enormous woman’s nether region, the pure ecstasy that shot through her was over whelming.

 

Crystal began shaking as she ground her pussy into her son, rubbing him up and down and left and right against her vaginal lips with sharp flicks of her powerful hips. Each swing of her pussy brought her the carnal pleasure that she so desperately wanted and his writhing struggled beneath her only compounded the feelings. Before long, Joyce realized that she was watching her friend literally masturbating with her son as the blonde mom shook with delight, pushing harder and harder against her miniscule son. Her grinding became more and more vigorous until she suddenly froze, her body vibrating as she released a quivering moan and her body tensed up.

 

Jason felt like the once soft giantess had turned to stone as the moist juiced flooded the thin fabric separating him from her pussy and drenched him. Then she eased off, still rubbing against him as the barely tangible contacts sent wave after wave of pleasure through her massive body.

 

“Fuck that felt good,” Crystal exclaimed, glancing back at Joyce as if only just realizing that she was still in the room.

 

“You go girl,” the ebony beauty said as she continued to stare at her friend’s ass, and more importantly the tiny feet poking out from beneath her rump.

 

Jason was breathing heavily, each mouthful of air heavy with the scent of his mom’s cum. But she wasn’t the only one who had enjoyed their experience. Jason’s little cloth was crumpled beneath his mother’s butt and his bare body was pressed against his mom’s perineum, the sensitive skin between her vagina and her anus. His tiny dick was still throbbing after having ejaculated uncontrollably during her enormous lap dance. The pathetic amount of cum he had produced was smeared on his abdomen and legs, mixing in with the much larger volume of fluid that came out of her enormous vagina. He was exhausted, but not disgusted.

 

The truth was, he had not only enjoyed cumming beneath his mother, but he had loved every second of being used as her sex toy. Each crushing moment of being smothered had fed his deepest desires and brought him to a higher climax than he had ever experienced before. He had always had a soft spot for his mom, but the power she had over him when she came was a whole new level of closeness and each thrust of her behemoth hips was like an explosion of pleasure that ran wild through his body. Her weight had been painful to bear, but worth it many times over for the sheer indulgence he had received: he prayed that she had enjoyed it too.

 

He was exhausted, lying comfortably on his back under his mom. He stared up the length of her body, the view almost totally obstructed by her belly. Having finished with her fun, Crystal made to stand up, pushing herself onto her knees. The puny figure was lifted from the ground, still stuck to her crotch from a mixture of sweat, grime and cum. He remained glued to her pussy as she stood up, her thick thighs coming together around him and almost pushing him higher against her. She stepped forwards, her fatty legs sliding against each other as she reached for something, pushing Jason’s face right into her vagina, smothering him against her thong.

 

Bending forwards, she fiddled with her shorts until she finally managed to slip them onto her legs. Jason felt her wobble as she hoisted them up, spreading her legs to allow them to pass. In one fluid movement, the thin material of her short-shorts washed over him, stretching to their limits as they covered her huge behind. The cotton pulled snug against her crotch, pulling Jason firmly against his mother’s panties and holding him there.

 

“Told you I’d do it,” Crystal said, grinning proudly, “My turn to dare you.”

 

Jason didn’t hear or see much of what went on next, but he certainly felt it. Each time Crystal sat, her full weight would come down on her meaty ass, and even the slightest lean forwards would shift that pressure and heat straight onto Jason. The comforting warmth of his mother washed over him as he was forced to breathe in her scent. After a while, his concentration started to fade, as the heat and lack of fresh air helped him to drift off to sleep.

 

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