Ryan sat on the coffee table in the middle of the living room, trying to stomp on one of the TV remote’s button to change the channel.  It was stuck on the stupid news, and Ryan was tired of hearing the same dang reporter deliver information he couldn’t care less about.  It took a few efforts but Ryan was finally able to get it to the channel he wanted before stepping off the large remote.

As bad as things were for him at this size, things could be so much worse outside the apartment.  Ryan learned the hard way that it was a scary world out there ever since he went to school with Emily.  How even a child, a kid, could dominate and torment him with little to no effort.  How was he suppose to fight that off?  He couldn't.  So Ryan decided, this apartment would be his world.  He had his food, water, shelter… everything he needed.  He hadn’t been outside in months.  Which seemed to be just fine for himself.  If he were safe inside, than inside he would stay.

Ryan was just starting to relax when the front door to the apartment suddenly swung open.  Mentally preparing for the only person it could be Ryan turned toward his mom, who was shuffling inside with bags in her hand.  Ryan couldn’t help but smirk as he called out, “Need a hand?”

Mary let out a relived sigh, “Yeah, that would be-”  She stopped herself as she let out a huff and looked around until she spotted Ryan on the coffee table, “Oh HA HA,” She said dryly, “Aren’t you hilarious.  My own son… maybe you should have been a comedian?”  Mary tried to kick the door shut with the countless bags of her shopping filling her hands.  She got it on the third attempt before the door swung shut with a slam.

Ryan laughed at his mother’s words, “I don’t know, my life seems like a big enough joke already.”  It wasn’t till he said this that he saw the worry on his mom’s face.  Shit… he forgot his mom didn’t understand his dark humor as much as Emily would.  

“Awww, baby it’ll get better,” Mary said as she shuffled toward the coffee table attempting not to let one of the bags fall from her arms.  Ryan could see the numerous names of the different brands of stores that his mom went to.  Most if not all of them were clothing stores.  “You just have to find the bright side of things, that’s all,” Mary spook to him wishfully, trying to get him to cheer up.  

“Uh, yeah…” Ryan spoke as he watched his mother lean in toward him.  Her well endowed body posing in front of him as she tried to comfort him in his depressed state.  “Thanks,” Ryan commented as he glanced to the side not to look at the exposing area in his mother’s clothing.  Her shirt was leaving just enough gap, that if Ryan looked ahead he would be able to see down his mother’s shirt.  Something that wasn’t on his to do list today.  The sooner she stood up the better.

“Now, if you excuse me,” Mary said standing up from her leaning position, she started to carry her bags into her room, “Your mommy needs to put some clothes away.”

Ryan held back a groan at his mother’s words.  He hadn’t used the word mommy in like, what, 20 years!?  Yet she seemed to refuse to drop the title that his childish self called her before.  Even when he was an adult, she still found ways to make him feel like a child all over again.

As Ryan tried to get back into his TV watching, it seemed time went by faster than he expected.  It didn’t take too long till Emily got home.  She let out a tired sigh as she called out, “I’m home…”

Ryan smiled at the sight of Emily, as exhausted and tired as she was, still glowing as she enter the apartment.  Ryan wanted to ask how her day was, but he knew already.  The way she looked said it all.  Besides, he really didn’t want to know anything about those horrible monsters that she called students.  “Hey babe… rough day?”

Emily groaned and nodded as she set her stuff down before tracking Ryan’s location down.  She headed to the couch and slumped into the seat while looking at Ryan.  “You have no idea how hard it is to teach some of these kids.”

Ryan didn’t comment as she brought up her students, this wasn’t what he wanted to talk about.  Instead he tried to direct Emily away from her students, “I can imagine, also, I heard about this weird thing on the news today.”

Emily gave Ryan an interested look, “Oh?”

“Yeah it was…” Ryan thought about it before he tried to keep up the lie, “You know… I actually forgot.  Shoot, what was it…”

Emily let out a soft laugh, “You forgot about it?  How did you forget about something that was so weird?”

Ryan just shrugged before going on, “I don’t know I just remember it was odd.  Was going to talk to you about it, but I guess it slipped my mind.”

Emily gave him a half knowing smirk, “Oh did it?  It just slipped your mind?”

“… yeah, uh, it did,” Ryan said hesitant at her grinning toward him.  Ryan could only reciprocate the half smirk toward Emily.

Emily didn’t let her grin fade as she leaned forward toward Ryan.  Her enlarged face baring down on him, almost menacingly if he didn’t know better, “I know you, Ryan.  You and all your little tricks.  You just wanted to change the subject didn’t you?”

Caught in his act Ryan was about to try and spin the conversation into his favor when his mother finally came out of her room.  She had been in there for so long, Ryan literately forgot she was here, “Oh… hey mom,” Ryan said waving over to his mother as she exited her room.  She was adjusting her clothing, like she had just changed them, but they were the same clothes as before.

“Saved by your mom...” Emily muttered in a teasing tone that only Ryan would hear.  “Hi Mary, how was your day,” Emily said louder so Ryan’s mom could hear her from the living room.

“Oh it wasn’t so bad,” Ryan’s mom said as she started to head into the kitchen.  Ryan watched as his mom started to set up for tonight's dinner.  “I went to the mall, found some good clothes to wear for later,” she went on.  Pulling out some pots and pans for their dinner.  Emily set her hand down for Ryan to climb on as they both listen to his mother.  Emily slowly got up and headed to the counter as Mary started to talk and make dinner at the same time.  A now common ritual she been doing since arriving.  “Found some adorable swim suits too!  I just tried them on,” Marry said firing up the stove in her delighted mood.

Ryan seemed to understand why it took her so long with her clothing earlier, if she was trying them on in her room… those were a lot of bags full of many clothes.  Ryan did his best not to think of his mom in swimwear.  It was not what he wanted to imagine when he was about to eat dinner soon, that as for sure.

Ryan and Emily sat there listening to Mary retell her day, all from shopping and getting lunch and coming back home.  It wasn’t very exciting but somehow, by the time Ryan’s mom finished retelling her day, the dinner was done.  She timed it perfectly.  Mary was pulling off the dish from the stove and pouring the contents on a platter for everyone to serve from as she wrapped it all up, “And that’s when I came home to my little bitty boy was watching TV.”

Ryan let out a groan at how she called him her “little bitty boy”.  She had to be doing this on purpose.  If it weren’t for the fact she always talked like this to him before his size change… he would swear she was just being a complete bitch.  Ryan let it slide, like so many times.  As his mother set up the food, and started to bring it to the table for dinner, Emily picked up Ryan and carried him with her to the food.  They soon were all at the table ready to eat.  Two plates were set out, since Ryan didn’t need a plate for himself.  

Mary dished out some spaghetti and meat sauce to Emily and than herself.  Ryan was able to get a little piece of noddle and a couple droplets of sauce mixed with a fraction of meat as his meal.  A very large and well proportioned meal compared to himself.  As everyone was eating, Mary finally talked, breaking the silence with her words, “We should go to the beach.”

Emily and Ryan gagged and sputtered as they both had the same response, “What?”

Ryan nearly choking on his noddle, and Emily sputtering up the mouthful of white worm like noddles in her mouth.  Ryan trying not to spit up on his single noddle strand, as Emily regain control of her mouth, coughed and swallowed her food, “Excuse me?”  Emily gasped, “The beach?  What… why?!”

Mary looked confused and innocent at both their reaction, “Well, I just bough a few sunbathing outfits and thought that we should all go to the beach sometime this week.  Heck, we could go tomorrow,” Marry replied sounding thrilled at the idea.

“Uh,” Emily gulped, sounding not so sure, “I don’t know, I still have work.  I don’t think I can just up and call out like that for a trip to the beach.”

Ryan suddenly felt all eyes on him, “What?  Noooo… I’m not going to the beach, that’s insane,” Ryan argued already feeling an argument coming up.

Ryan’s mom gave him a pout at the end of the table, “Aww, baby come on.  Are you going to make your mommy go all by herself?”

Now it seemed it all hung on his next few words, “You can’t be serious… like what about sea gulls and like… other things,” Ryan said unable to list the countless other critters and creatures that would be at the beach posing a problem.  Least of all any normal sized bystander.

“Well,” Mary responded not really sounding too bother by Ryan’s worries.  “Your mother might not look it, but she’s one strong mama!”  Mary laughed giving a small flex with her arm.  She continued to go on as she started to sound more serious, “Ryan, you can’t stay locked up inside all the time.  It’s not healthy.  When was the last time you went out and got some good sun?”

Ryan rolled his eyes at his mothers words.  Well of course he hadn’t gone outside for some stupid sun.  He was too worried he be snatched or stepped on or something worse…

Emily was on Ryan’s side for this, “Mary… I don’t know.”

That was till Ryan’s mother let out a huff, “Oh come on, are you telling me that Ryan staying inside all the time is good for him?”

Ryan was expecting Emily to defend his choice with a quick and sound “YES!”  but there was a pause.  Ryan frowned and looked at Emily who was hesitant and unsure while she thought about it.  “Well… I mean,” Emily said pondering it some more.

“Whoa whoa, come on, are you both being for real right now?  Okay forget the fact that any animal at the beach would love to eat me, what about all the fucking people there? The beach is always so packed and crowded!”

Emily looked over at Mary now on Ryan’s side, “He does have a point.  It would be awfully crowded.”

Mary blew off the worry, “No one is there on a Wednesday.  Look, I’ll make sure my little baby boy isn’t out of my loving sight.  Mommy never let anything bad happen to you when you were a kid right?  It would be just like before,” Mary said defending herself.  

Ryan wanted to argue about the absurd reasoning behind all of his mother’s plans, but when Emily seemed to be swaying toward his mother’s side of the argument he gaped at both woman.  “Oh you can’t be serious!  Like really?”

Emily gave a worried look, “She does have a point, you have been cooped up inside all this time… like, it’s not very healthy for someone your age…”

Oh god… Ryan wanted to slap both giantess right now at their worry for his fucking health.  He was fucking less than a few inches tall, what did sunlight mater to him?  They cared more if he worked on his tan than him being stepped on or getting washed away from a wave coming too close.

“Oh this is going to be great!  Also,” Mary tried and failed at surprising a surprised and delighted sound, “I found the perfect swim trunks for my little boy!  You’re going to look so handsome in them!”

Ryan wanted to scream at his mother for acting so overbearing and clueless to his worries.  He didn’t need freaking swim trunks, he needed to stay away from the public.  Ryan looked to Emily for support or something, but he could see on her face that she was worried, but she was on his mother’s side.  

Ryan groaned as it looked like he lost this fight.  They were all in agreement except himself.  He was going to the freaking beach.  Ryan looked down at his minuscule food and grumbled to himself, “Probably going to end up dead or worse… with a fucking sun burn.”

Ryan was in his mother’s hands as they stepped on the nearly empty beach.  His swimsuit, which he most likely wouldn’t be using at all today, was just a basic green and blue designed swim trunks.  Something about matched his eyes or something, something Ryan didn’t really see as important to warren trying them on at the beach.  To Ryan’s utter relief, his mother’s words were true, the beach was fairly empty.  There were still people out on the beach but they were all spread a good ways apart.  There was probably a total of ten or so people just laying around this part of the beach.  Ryan did his best not to turn around to his mother as he talked to her, “Well at least it’s not too crowded.”  Ryan had caught out of the corner of his eyes, large black spheres move in and out of the side of his view over his head.  It was his mother’s top, pitch black silky fabric straining to retain her chest, and nearly failing at it.  Ryan wasn’t sure if she bought the wrong size or if they were suppose to be that tightly of a fit.  Ryan continued to ignore his mother’s beachwear as he looked ahead at the calm looking beach scene. 

“I told you,” Mary cheerful responded as she walked out onto the sand.  “No one is ever here this time of the week.”  The way Mary said it, made it sound like common knowledge.  Something he wasn’t sure how she knew that.

Ryan tried not to comment as his mom walked onto the sand and headed across the very vast grainy landscape.  It didn’t take her too long to find a decent spot that suited her.  Setting her beach bag down, she placed Ryan on the sand near the bag as she dug through it.  Ryan felt the sand slowly trying to part under his feet.  Ryan was shocked to find he was able to stand on the surface of the sand with more ease than he thought.  Normally his feet would sink under the surface a good couple of inches, but now  he could stand on it almost as if it were normal ground.  

Waiting for his mom to pull out a beach towel, she flicked it a few times before putting the bright pink cloth down covering the sandy ground beneath it.  Ryan watched the vast carpet of pink flow out and blanket the area Mary wanted to lay down on.  Once the covering was placed down, Ryan watched his mother start to lay down on the towel.  It was like watching a tower collapsing, as her body started to lean forward.  Ryan observed his mother kneel down first and slowly and surely tilt forward.  Her body shifting forward, falling toward the ground with the pink surface below her.  Mary’s Chest stuck out as did her arms and elbows jutted out to support her weight as she slammed down on the soft gentle sand.  There was a soft thud, but Ryan could see his mother’s thighs and elbow's push into the sandy ground to absorb her falling weight.

“Ryan, where are you,” Mary called out as she started to look around for him.  Ryan watched his mother glancing around with her sunglasses covering her eyes, shielding them harsh sun.  Ryan slowly walked over the sandy ground toward his mom till she spotted him, “there you are sweetie, don’t leave mommy’s side, okay?”

Ryan grumbled as he rolled his eyes at his mom acting like he was a little child at the beach.  Given his size thought, it might not be that far from how she should be treating him.  Every sound that wasn’t the waves crashing on the shore, was something Ryan had to look out for.  However once on the pink fuzzy fabric of the beach towel, he did feel safer near his mother.  At least her presence should keep any sea birds, crabs, or any other wildlife away.  However Ryan didn’t completely feel safe.  Maybe animals might stay away, but he was still near an enormous massive monster herself, his mom.  If he learned anything from day she cleaned the apartment, it just showed him how terrifying she could be while completely unaware of his presence.  So to make sure that didn’t happen in some form or way, Ryan was going to stay within eye sight of his mom, at all times.

“Gosh it’s hot out,” Mary said as she started to adjust herself laying down on the blanket.  Ryan watched his mother’s massive body shift and move ever so slightly for her, but to him it was like watching a mountain range starting to move.  She slide a little further down the blanket, just enough to bring her face level with Ryan, who was sitting near the edge of the towel.  “Ryan, can you be a dear, and help your mom out,” Mary asked, her eyes masked by the large black shaded covers.

“Uh… with what?”  Ryan asked not sure what she had in mind.  Suddenly her large hand stuck out and reached past Ryan and toward her beach bag.  Shuffling around in there, she grabbed something and pulled it out before setting it down by Ryan.  The object was massive compared to his smaller body.  He recognized the blue and orange bottle as sun-lotion.  “oh no…” Ryan mutter, “Mom, you can’t be serious.”

“But baby, I can’t reach my back,” Mary whined giving him a sadden look.  “Please?  You don’t want your own mother to get sun burn do you?”  Ryan wasn’t so sure about this.  However he watched his mother already starting to squirt a glob on her lower back and demonstrate how far she could rub up her back.  

Ryan watched ass his mom couldn’t make it past her lower back.  She kept trying to push her arms further and let out some grunts and groans, but it still left her shoulders and the majority of her back exposed to the dangerous UV rays.  Ryan let out a groan and finally shouted, “FINE!”

“Thanks honey,” Ryan’s mom sighed.  “Let me get you up there,” Ryan watched his mother reach out for him instead of the sunscreen bottle.  She picked him up and slowly deposited him on her back.  This was the first time Ryan had ever been on someone this large before…

He could feel everything.  

Each breath his mother took, inhale and exhale, caused the ground to move and sway.  Ryan had to stabilize himself and balance his timing with his mom’s breathing.  As he stood there getting ready he could see the slightly oily sheen to his mother’s bare skin that she rubbed the lotion in.  It was another obstacle for Ryan to over come, the slippery skin on his feet, causing him to give up trying to walk on them.  He settled for crawling across his mothers back instead.

Suddenly the ground rumbled as Mary laughed, “Honey that tickles!”

“MOM!  STOP!”  Ryan shouted at the sudden earthquake from her laughter. 

“Sorry,” She chuckled before settling down.  “Ready for the lotion yet?”  She asked after a few more moments.

Ryan nodded and said, “Go for it-”

His words died out as he watched his mother reach behind her back and hold the bottle over head.  Right where he was.  Before he could tell her to stop, she was already squeezing the bottle.  The sound of the white sloppy goo spluttering from the end of the sun screen bottle filled the air.  Ryan was splattered with what felt like freezing cold lotion as it doused him and a part of his moms back.  Ryan was startled by the sudden whiteout he was covered in.  He quickly wiped and clawed at the thick glob of coconut smelling cream sticking to his face and body.

Ryan called out, “MOM!”

“Huh,” Mary remarked shifting to see behind her at her son’s sudden disapproving cry.

Ryan felt himself tumble forward and jostled down to his mother’s skin, “STOP MOVING!”  He called out.  

“I’m sorry,” Mary apologized sounding more annoyed now, “But it sounded like something happened.”

“Just don’t move,” Ryan growled as his mother finally stop shifting and laid still.  “Sooner this is done the sooner I’m down,” Ryan muttered looking down at the decent size drop to the towel below.  Cleaning another gloppy glob of white lotion off his head, he headed back to the large pile his mother sprayed on the small of her back.  Sighing deeply, Ryan headed to the pile and scooped up some of it.  It was kind of weird trying to carry the cream in his arms, but it seemed to cling to him a little easier than he thought it would.  Ryan carried the glob to his mother’s shoulder and started to work on the spots she missed.  It was easy at this size to tell what parts of her skin hadn’t been rubbed down.  It was like painting the side of a house or cleaning a floor.  He could see where the dry areas that were missed by his mom’s lack of reach, and the sleek shiny areas already coated.  It was some hard work, but Ryan was able to rub in the lotion and reach the small areas his mother couldn’t get to.

“Done,” Ryan sighed lean back on his legs.  He felt exhausted and tired.  So hot too… it wasn’t till now that Ryan noticed how much he was sweating… and his mother too.  Small little pockets on her back had little dribbles of sweat already building up.  Some were as big as his foot.  “Alright mom, you can get me down now…”

The only noise he heard was his mother breathing and the ocean.

“Hey… YO MOM!”  Ryan shouted.

No response except the rhythmic inhaling his mother did… and than exhale.  There was a soft snort or maybe it was a snore?  She didn’t…

“I swear to God mom,” Ryan spoke as he stood up on his mom’s back, near her shoulder blades.  He was in the dead center of his mother’s back, “If you fell asleep while I was rubbing your back,” Ryan warned.

Again no response, except a deep inhale and than exhale.  Yup, she was asleep.

Ryan rolled his eyes at his mother as he, maneuvered around a little droplet of sweat building up on Mary’s skin.  Ryan headed over to his mom’s shoulder and looked at her sunglasses covered face.  He couldn’t see her eyes, but the way her mouth was slightly open, it was in fact her sleeping face.  Great, now how did Ryan get down, she wasn’t waking up to his shouting.

Maybe he could like pinch or punch her?

Ryan winced at the thought of willingly harming his mother, even if it might have just felt like a tickle to her.  He wasn’t THAT pressed to try and hurt his mom to get her attention.  At least not yet.  Ryan judged the height up from the towel, could he jump?  Ryan was hesitant as it looked like a good ten or so foot drop down… maybe even fifteen?  It was hard to judge but the fear of his legs snapping from the impact made him hesitant.  Was sand still sand on impact?  Or was the fact he could walk on it more made it more like solid ground???

These were questions Ryan didn’t want to find the answer to the hard way.  He rather be safe and climb down or wait.

Ryan rubbed at his forehead as he felt the heat hit him harder than before.  Okay waiting was out of the question.  Ryan looked at the nearest and closes path to the ground, his mom’s arm.  He could try and climb down using her arm.  Ryan was about to step toward Mary’s shoulder and arm when he saw the slick and sweat droplet covered arm,  it looked like a freaking slip and slide.  What if he slipped and fell?  

“Shit…” Ryan panted as he now found he was getting thirsty.  How long till he got dehydrated and pass out?

Ryan was thinking of maybe climbing his mother’s head and use her hair or something, but she was wearing it pulled back and into a little bun tie, nothing leading to the ground, plus he didn’t want to get tangled up in her hair, that seemed like an even worse situation than now.

Something dark caught his attention on the vast skin of his mother.  The swim suit…

Ryan spotted the thin strand of string wrapping around the backside of his mom all tied into a knot.  The string wrapping from Mary’s shoulder and her underarm area. The material lead all the way down to the ground.  Finding some relief from his situation, Ryan quickly headed over to the strap and quickly grabbed it.  Giving he string a nice tug, Ryan found it was secure and tight.  Standing at the small of his mother’s back where all the string of the bikini top were attached in a nice bow, Ryan decided to go toward his mother’s left underarm area.  He just had to climb low enough that he could drop to the floor safely.  It would be like taking a zip-line from the second floor to the first.  Something that Ryan had never done in his entire life.

“Here we go,” Ryan told himself peering over the side toward the pink field below his mother.  “One… two…”

Ryan was about to say three when his mom stirred slightly in her sleep shifting around for comfort.  That combined with the slightly slick skin, Ryan lost his footing.  Ryan gasped as he tumbled forward, with one arm grabbing onto the black fabric and using it as a repelling rope.  The bikini strap was the only thing Ryan could hold onto as he slide toward the ground.  Ryan was going to panic till, he found that he wasn’t falling as fast as he thought.  The half a second fall was slowed to a few seconds of falling time.  Enough time to react when he needed to.

It wasn’t till Ryan felt his hand being tugged in a different direction than where he wanted to fall that he was worried.  Ryan’s was starting to curve toward his mother’s underside, following along with the strap his hand was attached to.  Ryan was about to let go to just drop off and down, but his hand was stuck on the other side of the tight strap, tangled up.  It was too late for Ryan to change direction as he suddenly followed the line toward his mother’s swimsuit.  His body went racing toward the pink ground, yes, but also toward the black fabric that was covering his mother’s under boob.

Mary was still shifting around when Ryan collided with the soft but firm wall of black fabric encompassing his mother’s massive boobs.  Soon the wall of darkness started to roll toward him, baring down on Ryan. Ryan’s top half was stuck in the path, beneath the dark material of Mary’s breast and the shadowy pink towel her cleavage was pressing into.

The muffled cry out for help silence as Ryan felt the pressure of his mother’s milkers roll over his head and pin his body down into the soft shifting sand underneath.  Ryan was stuck in a world of compressed boob flesh and grainy sand, with a fuzzy towel only thing keeping himself from being buried in sand.

“mmmmmmuuuuuummmmm” Ryan groaned as he struggled to move from his mother’s crushing weight.  Ryan would have panicked, if it weren’t for the fact that his feet were still outside the big boulder like breast pinning his upper body down.  Struggling and wiggling, Ryan managed to find a spot for his feet to connect with the ground and apply some pull on the other side as he pushed from underneath.  Ryan was delighted to find that his head and upper body moved slightly out from under the incredibly cramped space of his mother’s knocker.  

It took more attempts than Ryan wanted but he was able to pop his head out from the head crushing experience before sitting out in the open on the beach towel in peace.

“FUCK ME,” Ryan shouted in horror at what he experienced.  Groaning in discomfort and displeasure for his mother nearly suffocating him in her sleep, Ryan made sure to get away from the enormous dark sphere that tried to flatten him under itself.

Ryan sat on the edge of the beach towel making sure to stay away from his sleeping mother’s mouth, hands, arms… pretty much any part of her body to be honest.  He didn’t want to end up somewhere he didn’t want to be by mistake.  The few seconds under his mother’s bosom, was enough fun for him for today.

The sudden groan and change in Mary’s sleep, brought Ryan’s attention to her.  He half feared that she would find a way to unknowingly harm him by accident, but she was starting to wake up and sit up on the towel.  

“Mmmmm, what a nice nap!”  Mary yawned stretching, while sitting up.  Ryan could see the funny pattern of red marks all on his mother’s underside.  She slept so long that the beach towel left a few sleep marks across her skin.  “What time is it,” Mary asked Ryan in a sleep like tone.

“Don’t know,” Ryan grumbled.  He couldn’t tell, but by the way the sun was positioned, he would say around 2 or so.  “I’m thirsty… did you bring water,” Ryan said dryly.  Not just cause he was still upset at his mother, but because he really did have a dry throat.

Mary gasp, “Ohhh baby, I forgot to leave water out for you?”

Ryan tried to ignore how much it sounded like his mom was treating him like a pet.  It was almost like she forgot to leave a bowl of water for her little pooch at the beach.

Mary quickly grabbed a bottle of water from her bag and opened the top.  She made sure to pour a good cap full for Ryan, than she took the bottle herself and drank a good part of it.  The water bottle let out sounds of crumpling and collapsing as Mary chugged and gulped down a large portion of the water without removing her lips from the top.  Each sharp pop making Ryan jump slightly at the noise.  Mary finally let out a delighted sigh after refreshing her thirst with the slightly chilled water, “Ahhh, that hit the spot,” Mary grinned.  “Ops, tops coming off,” She commented.

Ryan couldn’t help as his eyes caught parts of her breast sticking out from the sloppy looking top.  Ryan turned his head away as his mom pulled and pushed parts of the swimwear around and tucking herself back in.  

Ryan heard a male voice down the beach do a loud whistle, “Nice!”  came a call out from the stranger.  Ryan shot the young man a look that he knew would have never been seen from the long distance.  “You got a good set on you miss,” He charmingly called out as he continued his walk by.

Ryan expected his mom to snap at him, like any reasonable woman would, but Mary just giggled, “Why thank you!”

Ryan turned around on his mom, “MOM?!  What the heck are you thanking him for?!”

Mary looked shocked at her son, “What?  It was just a compliment…”

Ryan sputter at her reasoning.  “And?  So what?”

The young man, probably just out of college or so, started to make his way over toward Mary.  His size growing till his shadow provided Ryan with more shade.  “So, miss, you here by yourself,” He asked grinning at Ryan’s mom.

“Dude, seriously,” Ryan called out going unheard except by his mom.

“Well actually no,” Mary stated looking at the young man standing before her.  “My son is here,” She said pointing to Ryan.

The man didn’t even glance at that part of the blanket before laughing, “No seriously…”

Mary cocked an eyebrow, “Yeah… I’m serious right now my son-”

“You’re a mom,” the young man asked sounding shock, “No way!  Like you look way too young to have a son,” He laughed grinning at Mary.

Ryan half expect his mom to tell him to piss off, but when she blushed and giggled like Emily did when he usually compliment her about her looks… he was stunned, “MOM?!  What the heck you doing?!”

“What,” Mary said glancing down at Ryan.  Ryan was sure if he could see his mother’s eyes right now he would see how allured she was by the young man and his lame pick up line.  “He was just complimenting me, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“My name’s Derren,” The young man said moving forward to shake Mary’s hand.

“Mary,” she told him with a wide smile on her face.  Ryan could see her face looking a little redder now, but wasn’t sure if from the sun or something else.

“Well, just wanted to say hi… look, I’m meeting some friends,” He said pointing further down the beach where he was heading, “You want to come join us?”

Ryan was shocked that he was asking his mother to join them… HIS OWN MOTHER!

Ryan was horrified at his mom’s possible response, but she sucked in her breath and gave Derren a grimace, “Sorry… I would love to, but, I can’t… sorry.”  Mary offering him an apologetic and sincere look.

Derren let out a chuckle and smiled, “Hey no problem, but if you change your mind, just follow the sound of a good time, yeah?”

“Oh gosh, well that’s a nice offer,” Mary replied.

“So that’s a maybe,” Derren asked starting to walk off.

“We’ll see,” Mary called out, giving him a wave off.  It wasn’t till Ryan’s mom caught him starring at her that she looked confused, “What?”

“You know he was hitting on you right, why did you indulge him like that,” Ryan asked sounding upset at the idea of his mom flirting with someone like that.

“Well…” Mary said looking sheepish, “It’s been a while… it was kind of nice.  You know your mother doesn’t hear too many people compliment her on her body now adays.”

Ryan rolled his eyes at his mom as he went back sipping his water.  He was still cooling down, literately from the heat with his water, and witnessing the young man hitting on his mom.  It was so embarrassing watching his mom enjoy the flirting.  Lucky for Ryan there didn’t seem to be too many guys on the beach after him.  Most of them were kids or couples, people who wouldn’t hit on his mom as she started to tan her front side and belly

Grateful that he wasn’t asked to climb back up and lotion the front side of his mom, Ryan sat on the beach towel. He just wanted this beach day to be over with.  He had his fun in the sun, and wanted to go home.

The sun was starting to get lower, it had to be close to 5 or so.  His mom still soaking in as much sunlight as she could till the day was finally over.  Ryan on the other hand had enough, and was finding things to use as shade.  The bottle of sun-lotion left out provided just enough cover as an umbrella would for a normal person.  The only sound that Ryan could hear over the ocean, was the sound of what had to be a party or something further down the beach.  It had to be the thing that Derren guy was mentioning.  He had noticed more people heading in that direction, younger people.  College students partying most likely celebrating spring break.

Ryan waited till his mom finally was done resting or sunbathing… it was hard to tell, maybe it was both.  She finally sat up and did a refreshing sigh and a long stretch like last time.  Ryan was caught off guard as his mom pulled her arms up a little too high and her top slipped, yet again.

If Ryan didn’t know better, he would say his mom was doing it all on purpose!

Looking away as Mary apologized again, Ryan looked at the last few people left on the beach that were near them.  What used to be ten or so people on the beach earlier was now down to only three or four people.  Of those people, all of them seemed to take Mary’s cue and started to decide it was time to go.  They were packing up and getting off their little blankets or beach chairs.  Packing up for the day and heading home.

“We should head out,” Ryan sighed glad the day was finally over.  “I think Emily should be home-”

A feminine voice called out toward Ryan and his mom, “Excuse me!” 

Ryan watched as one of the few people that spent the day on the beach heading over toward them.  She looked young, probably in the same age group as Derren.  She had a nice figure, one that made Ryan try and not think about, the parts of her body in the bikini top shifting and bouncing as she walked on the sand.  He didn’t want his mom seeing his arousal from the stranger approaching them.  As she got closer, the girl gave a soft wave to Mary, “Hi,” She waved.

“Uh, yes,” Mary asked as she started to pack up the beach bag.

“Well, oh sorry, I should introduce myself,” She giggled, a cute sound that reminded Ryan of Emily.  “My name is Gwen… uh I might have fallen asleep for too long,” She laughed again, “Silly me… I was suppose to meet a few friends and go to some party?  You wouldn't’ happen to know where it is, would you?”

Ryan scoffed as he looked down toward the soft echoing music and small crowd of people were walking toward.

“Oh,” Mary said standing up and pointing toward where Derren was last seen walking.  “Was it Derren, I think he went that way a while ago.”

Ryan was expecting Gwen to leave but she just laughed, “Do you mind showing me… I’m kind of bad at directions… I’m a little bit of klutz when it come to that stuff,” Gwen laughed at her own silliness.

“She being serious,” Ryan asked his mom.

Marry seemed hesitant, “uh… well I guess-”

Ryan turn around to look at his mother how seemed to have a problem saying no.  “MOM-”

Gwen let out a squeal, “OH THANK YOU SO MUCH!”

“Oh don’t worry about it sweetie,” Mary told Ryan as she packed everything up and went to pick him up, “It’ll just be for a little while.”

Gwen looked confused, “Who you talking to?”

“Oh, it’s my son,” Mary said as she helped lift Ryan off the towel and showed him off to Gwen.  Ryan watched the young woman approach closer, it was hard not to find some attraction to her.  

Gwen leaned in and let out an “Awww, he’s cute, just like his mother,” Gwen giggled.

Ryan did a double take… did she just call his mom cute???

“Why thank you,” Mary said.  “He is a cutie isn’t he.”

“Uh…” Ryan looked between the two woman fawning over him in Mary’s palm.  Did his mom miss that or did he misunderstood Gwen?

Ryan watched his mom stuff the towel back into the beach bag, “Okay, let’s head out,” Mary said.

“Thank you so much again, I’m sorry I’m being a bother,” Gwen apologized.

“Oh it’s okay, it shouldn’t be to far right?”  Mary asked.

“Oh I’m sure it wont be,” Gwen smiled as she followed behind Ryan’s mom.  Ryan couldn’t see Gwen but she seemed to be a little too excited that his mom was leading the way to the most obvious party on the beach.

Ryan was worried now.  His mom had yet to turn around and leave as they reached the very obvious party.  The small collection of young men and woman were all clumped around what looked like a rag tag wooden bar set up on the middle of the beach.  Tiki torches were set up to provide light on the beach and everyone was listening to the loud music.  This was not his mom’s crowd.  It was so clear, all these younger folk drinking and partying, it was the furthest thing his mom would part take in.

Yet, they were still walking toward it, Ryan’s mom was too preoccupy telling her life story to this stranger, Gwen.  Someone that Ryan had a weird feeling about, especially how chummy they were being.

“Mom,” Ryan called out again trying to get her attention.

“BUT NOOOO!” Marry laughed, “We had to go, there was no way we couldn’t right?”

Gwen giggling and some how finding her way closer to Ryan’s mom.  “I would have totally have done the same thing if it was me!”

“MOM!”  Ryan shouted again.  Finally after the laughter between the two slowed down she turned her attention back to Ryan calling out for her.  “The party?  We’re here… can we go now?”

“Huh,” Mary replied looking around at the more dense crowd of people.  “Oh!  Oh I guess you’re right, is this it,” Mary asked Gwen.

“Yup, sure is,” Gwen smiled, “thanks!”

“Oh it was my pleasure,” Mary replied.

Ryan sighed, “Okay, can we go-”

Gwen cut off Ryan’s talk with his mom, “You want a drink or something?  My treat,” Gwen smiled, “I know the bartender… plus, I kind of owe you for showing me the way, so, what do you say?”

Ryan shook his head at the offer, but his mom looked at Gwen and the not too far off bar.  Mary smiled,  “Well, maybe just one drink…”

“MOM!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Ryan shouted.

“It’s just a drink,” Mary protested like she was talking to a whining child wanting to leave the supermarket.  “Than we’ll go, okay?”

Gwen let out one of her famous squeals as she pulled Mary’s hand quickly toward the bar, “YOU’RE GOING TO LOVE IT!”

Gwen’s voice drowning out in the sea of music and people.  Ryan had to grasp onto his mother’s hand as they were tugged through the crowd of moving people.  Ryan swore he expected to be dropped any second, but it never happened.  Soon he was brought toward a wooden makeshift bar with a thatched top.  Ryan looked around and saw all the red solo cups littering the top of the counter.  His mom’s large black breasted beach top and body blocking one side of the bar, and an older man maybe mid or late 30’s on the other side shaking some mixers and pouring them into cups.

Gwen shouted over the music, “two very long islands, Jack!”

“GWEN!  Hey sweetie, sure thing,” the bartender, Jack, shouted back.  

“Mom,” Ryan called out again more worried about the situation they were in, “Are you sure about this?”

Ryan looked up past the black clothed orbs toward his mother’s unaware face.  She completely missed every word didn’t she.

“MOM!”  Ryan shouted again for the hundredth time today.

“Hmmm,” Mary replied looking down at Ryan.  “What’s wrong?’

“Should we really be here right now?  What are we doing?!”

“I’m just going to have one drink,” Mary responded to Ryan again with the same tone of ease.  “It wont be that long…”

Ryan looked at the three giant red cups that were now stacking up around him.  Ryan glared at his mother who was chatting up a storm with Gwen.  They were laughing and drinking and having a fun time.  He never knew his mom could behave like this, drinking at a bar with people much younger than her.  Sadly the one drink was not the only one offered to Mary.  It seemed like his mom hadn’t cut lose in a while, and now it was coming out with each cup she drank.

The little beach party was getting louder now, and it was almost like his mom didn’t even have her ear piece in.  She hardly could hear him, even with his voice going straight to her ear from the device.  Mary was laughing at a joke that Gwen made, something that Ryan lost in he noise.

“Oh, that’s a good one,” Mary laughed as she set her FOURTH drink down on the bar near Ryan.

The sudden gesture caused the liquid in it to sway.  A little splash came out and hit Ryan getting his head damp with the alcoholic drink, clearly setting off his anger.  “MOTHER!!”

Mary’s laughter slowly died down as she sobered up for a bit from her son’s yelling, “Huh?  What’s wrong honey?”  Mary asked looking down at her son unaware of the spill she caused.

“DON’T YOU DARE! WE SHOULD HAVE LEFT A LONG TIME AGO, WHY ARE WE STILL HERE?!”  Ryan shouted.

Mary took a deep breath.  “I’m just relaxing.  You should too, I know how hard it’s been for you,” Mary commented.  “Here, let me pour you some,” Mary responded as she pulled out the nearly empty water bottle from earlier.  She pulled off the cap and was going to sloppily pour a drink for Ryan till he stopped her.

“MOM, I don’t want a drink… I WANT TO GO HOME…”

Mary seemed to hear Ryan’s pleads this time.  The tone he used seemed to get through to her.  Mary slowly nodded, “Oh, okay yeah...alright.  You’re right.  Let me just finish this one,” Mary told Ryan.

Ryan gave his mother one of his famous looks he had been shooting her all night, doubt.  He wasn’t sure if he believed her or not.  Still, Mary started to try and finish her drink.  

Than that she devil butted in, Gwen, calling out for Mary, “What’s wrong?  You suddenly got really serious, everything okay?”

“Oh… I… we should start heading back soon,” Mary commented not sounding all to pleased with the news.

“Oh… but you just got here,” Gwen complained with a pout.  “Do, you have to?  Can’t you stay a little longer?”

Ryan shouted at Gwen, who couldn't even hear a squeak, “NO WE CAN’T!”  Hopefully helping his mom build up her resolve to this corruptive girl.

Mary just shook her head, “Sorry.  Maybe another time?”

Gwen scooted closer leaning in toward Ryan’s mother, “Awww… are you sure-”

A familiar shout from across the bar brought everyone's attention to the loud male voice, “MARY?! OH HEY!!! YOU MADE IT?!”  

Ryan squinted at the random male man being a jackass, all drunk… and than Ryan rolled his eyes, it was fucking DERREN!  The bastard that was checking out his mom before hand.  The person who, if Ryan was being honest, started this whole fiasco with the damn party he mentioned earlier.

“Oh it’s…” Mary started to say but paused to recall the name.  Just when Derren looked hurt that she didn’t remember, Ryan’s mom looked excited and pointed, “Derren!”

“HEY!  Yeah, it’s me!”  Derren exclaimed in excitement.  “I’m so glade you made it,” Derren went on holding up his cup in a solo cheer to Mary.  “Mary can you…” Derren seemed hesitant as he lifted his drink for that liquid courage before building up the resolve to say, “Can you please do me a favor?  Could you…” Derren paused again and finally started to say what he wanted.  It was slow at first,  “Show us… show us… show us…” Derren started to chant.  The words slowly went through the crowd like wildfire, as it spread from one side of the bar all the way over to Mary’s side.  Soon everyone was chanting the phrase “SHOW US SHOW US!”  

Ryan was horrified at all these people asking, begging, or maybe even demanding his mom to do something so appalling.  His words were lost on his mom as she seemed to be looking around at the changing crowd.  Ryan turned his attention to the only person that could help in this situation, Gwen.  Hatting that he needed to rely on her, Ryan turned toward Gwen.  Looking toward the younger woman that might be able shut the crowd down or heck put some common sense in his mother’s skull. Ryan looked toward Gwen.  Any hope for help, died, as he watched Gwen chanting along with everyone else.  Her eyes were sparkling with pure wonder.  Her lips spewing the words, “show me… show me… show me…”

Ryan was beyond shocked… we’re they all just fucking with him?  Was there anyone here not trying to fuck his mom?!

Spinning around he watched his mother blush and soon crumble under the cheering crowd.  Her hands were already going toward her top.  Ryan wanted to look away.  Some part of him hopped that if he kept looking at his mom, maybe she would see the pained and almost disappointed scowl on his face.  Something that might make her think twice before doing something so naughty.  Sadly that chance never came.

Ryan’s jaw flew open as his mom let out a noise that an excited drunken teenage would do at a frat party.  Mary’s hands grabbing at the bottom of her bikini top and pulling the material upward.  Her tits came springing out like an over packed suitcase exploding.  Bouncing out of her bra like clothing and into the open spaced bar.  The crowd exploded in cheers and hollers of victory as Mary beamed everyone with a childish grin and spun around.  Showing the whole beach party her bodacious boobs.  Swinging left and right, spinning around to high-beaming everyone with her headlights.  Ryan watched as his mother spun around again and gave everyone a good look before tucking them back in.

Any respect he had for his mom was probably long gone now.  However it seemed everyone else at the party showed their respect to his mother.  All tipping cups toward her or shouting out complements and praise of how much they enjoyed the sight.  Words that Mary was drinking, along with her drink.  Swallowing both her alcohol and everyone’s approval toward her body.

“Here,” Jack, the bartender said grinning at Mary and setting another drink near Ryan.  Ryan watched as Jack went on, “On the house, you know for the nice view…”

“Ohhhh,” Mary giggled, “thank you, but it couldn’t have been that nice…”

Gwen stepped in, “Are you kidding?  I thought I died and went to heaven… oh my god, how did you get such a set of knockers on you?!”

Ryan had to stop this, all the complements were going to his mom’s head, “MOM THE FUCK WAS THAT?!”

“Huh,” Mary said turning her head and than realizing it was Ryan’s voice.  “What?”

Ryan didn’t know why he was explaining it but he was… “You flashed them… you flashed everyone!  You can’t be doing that stuff!”

It was now that his mother was finally showing her true colors.  “It wasn’t that big of a deal… besides it was just for a few seconds, no harm, right Gwen?”

Gwen seemed to be swooning over Mary, “I didn’t mind…”

“See,” Mary retorted back to Ryan.

“Jesus…” Ryan muttered to himself.  “You can’t be seriously listening to her, can you?”  Ryan pointed at Gwen.

Gwen moved in closer, “What’s he saying?  He looks a little mad.”

Mary sighed, “He’s just being a little rude is all… apparently,” Mary said taking a sip of her drink.  Still disgruntled about the whole situation of her son shouting at her, she went on, “Apparently,” She said again, “His mom can’t be sexy…”

Gwen let out a gasp, “What?  That’s so mean!  How could you say that about your mom,” Gwen asked leaning in.   Gwen looked upset, but Ryan had a feeling it wasn’t about what he said but maybe how much of threat he was to her right now.  “You know… when I get rude remarks from MEAN people…” Gwen said turning back to Ryan’s mom.  “I just tend to mute them,” Gwen said with a shrug.  “Than those mean words can’t get to me… so?  Do you want to mute all those BAD words?”  Gwen asked moving in closer to Mary.  

“Wh… mute?  What are you talking about,” Ryan asked not sure what Gwen had in mind.

However Gwen scooted closer and leaned in toward Mary, like she was going to whisper a secret into her ear.  Ryan watched Gwen tilt her head up against his mother’s ear… and slowly pull back.  Between her lips was Mary’s ear piece.

“HEY! HEY! WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING?!  PUT THAT BACK,” Ryan screamed with all his might.  However his mother didn’t stop her.  She looked stunned but not in a bad way.  Maybe it was cause the young woman was so close, or she wasn’t expecting it to happen.  But Gwen just smiled and pulled the ear piece between her lips.

“There… no more harmful words…” she giggled, “It’s like you just put your son in time out, right?”

Mary seemed to need to process these words before she nodded slowly and picking up the ear piece from Gwen’s open hand.  Mary placed it down in her beach bag, totally out of sight, “Right… yeah, until he calms down…”

Ryan was jumping up in down in anger at his mom’s will being so easily manipulated by this… this… BRAT!  Who the hell did she think she was?  

Gwen just smiled at Mary, “So… where were we?  I think you were telling me a story about a yoga class?”

Ryan was so close to trying to tip over one of the empty cups over to get noticed.  He wanted to throw a tantrum at how he was effectively cut out from his mother’s world in one, kind of sexual, move.  Before that thought could process in his mind, something horrible happened.

In the crowd there was a scuffle, or stumble.  Someone went forward, and collided into Mary’s back.  Caught off guard, and a little tipsy, Mary had no balance.  She went face forward toward the bar… toward Ryan.  Ryan had enough time to gasp and throw up his arms as his mother’s monstrous mammaries flopped forward and onto the counter top.  Slamming and pushing the cups out of the way, spilling any content in them all over the place.  Ryan was instantly smothered by the warm and reeking smell of his mother’s skin.  A hint of coconut oil from the lotion earlier, mixed with salty sweat from sunbathing, and combined with the alcohol from the drinks.  The pressure was excruciating as a wall of human flesh plowed into Ryan and pinned him down.  Ryan was shut out of the world as he heard a muffled cry of alarm form his mom as she hit the bar.  

“WATCH IT,” Gwen shouted in alarm to whoever it was that had to push into Mary.

Ryan didn’t know where he was, just so happy he was alive and not a freaking stain on the wooden counter top.  He just wished his mom would get off him soon, he could feel his body slowly breaking from her body weight.  He could feel the mushy skin wrapping around him like some kind of wall of jello.  Any second now, his mom was going to pull back and see him nearly dead from her accident.  Maybe this was what he needed, as painful as it was, if it got him out of this fucking party he was fine with it.  He just wanted to go home.

Ryan heard his mom groan and start to pull back.  As relieved as he was about his mom getting off him, it wasn’t till he felt himself lifting off the ground that he knew something was horribly wrong.  Why was he flying?  No not flying… he was stuck!  Ryan struggled as he felt himself being pulled off the counter top, stuck like glue to his mother’s breast.  HIS MOTHER’S BOOB!

“MOM!”  Ryan screamed trying to pull off of her skin as he felt the movement increase as Mary pulled back from the bar.  

It was now that Ryan realized he was connected skin to skin… which mean his mother’s top had to have slid off.  Something she realized soon too, and fixed it.  Ryan didn’t see it happen, but felt a tight film of cloth slap over top of him as his mom re-tucked her exposed skin back into the tight confines of her swimsuit.  Something that pushed him back into the warm sweaty skin even more.  The feeling of his mom’s body heat seeping up from her flesh told him how hot it was under her swimsuit.  It was uncomfortably warm.  Ryan tried to struggle but from the impact, that weakened his strength, and the ever encompassing fabric pushing into him from behind, he could barely wiggle his arms.

“Look at this mess,” Gwen gasped.  “And there’s a spill on your top… quick, let’s get this cleaned up.”  Ryan couldn’t see it but he could feel his mom being dragged off from where they were to somewhere.  It seemed Gwen was pulling his mom off to god knew where.  Just as Ryan thought his mom forgot about him, a small shred of him felt relieved by his mother’s question.

“What about Ryan?”

However it was dashed when Gwen quickly spoke, “He’ll be fine, let’s just clean you up…”

Well shit…

The sound of the beach was growing distant as they traveled somewhere away from the water and music.  Soon there was the sound of a door being pushed open.  Ryan wasn’t sure where they were or what was happening.  However he heard the sound of water being turned on by a faucet.  His best guess, probably one of the many public bathrooms along the beach side.

Gwen let out a tired sigh, “Sorry about that… I should have stopped that moron sooner,” Gwen grumbled.

“Oh my dear, it’s just a suit… it gets wet.  It’s not a problem,” Mary explained with a chuckle in her voice at Gwen’s worried concern.  Mary’s chest quaked from her chuckling and laughter, while Ryan’s body was vibrated by the deafening sound in his mother’s words.

Ryan was still trying to squirm out form his pinned area… where exactly was that?  Shoot he didn’t even know where on his mom’s giant jugs he was at.  The tip, bottom, top, or side?  It was so hard to tell, heck, he couldn’t even see out of the dark black cover, blanketing over his entire body.

“I know but still,” Gwen said sounding upset, “I should at least try and clean the spill up…”

The sound of splashing water could be heard and suddenly there was a sharp gasp from Ryan’s mom.  A shudder quaked over Ryan’s body as she nearly jumped out of her skin, “COLD!”

“OH,” Gwen squeaked.  “Sorry… sorry, oh I’m so sorry…”

Ryan listened to his mom talk to the younger woman, “It’s okay dear… you just startled me, that’s all.  Wasn’t expecting something so chilly.”

“I’m so stupid,” Gwen commented as the sound of paper towels being grabbed from off to the side filled the air.  A couple of yanks before it stopped.

“Oh, darling, your not.  Don’t say that, it was just a little mistake that’s all,” Mary soothingly talked to Gwen.  It sounded like all the times Ryan’s mom tried to calm him down when he felt agitated as a child.

Ryan had giving up on trying to escape.  It was pointless, and his mom couldn’t feel him or just didn’t notice his little wiggling.  The more he tried to move the more helpless he felt as his body couldn’t even squirm properly.  He was like a bug crushed into his mother’s breast.  Stuck and unable to be peeled off till he was noticed.  It seemed he was a voyeur to this whole situation.  Yeaaaaa, just Ryan’s luck...

The sound of the crumpled paper towels being pressed somewhere on Mary’s body was the only sound heard in the bathroom for a few moments.  Ryan waited till it was over.  He had to be extremely luckily because Gwen or his mom didn’t smash their hands into the spot he was at.  Pushing or rubbing him deeper into Mary’s chest, or worse breaking him for good.  He was safe from the paper towels being used to dry off his mother.

The pause in talk and silent sound made Ryan feel awkward just hanging around… of course he had no choice.  He was effectively “along for the ride”.

After what felt like minutes Mary finally broke the silence.  She sounded disappointed as she asked,  “So that’s it?”

Gwen sounded confused, “Huh?… what do you mean,” She asked.

“Oh honey… I’ve seen the way you been looking at me all night.”  Mary chuckled and continued, “I might be old, but I’m not that old not to notice…”

“OH, uh…” Gwen sputtered in a drastic and of centered way.  “I didn’t, mean any harm in it.  I, I, I...”  Gwen spoke trying to apologize, “I’m sorry Mary, if-”

Ryan’s head was trying to keep up with what was going on, but the next sentence he heard from his mother made his eyes nearly pop out of his skull.  “Shhhh,” Mary hushed Gwen.  In a deeper tone, a more commanding and assertive one came out Ryan’s mom’s next words, “That’s Ms. Day to you, little miss...”

Ryan wasn’t sure who was more surprised by his mother’s words, himself or Gwen.

A sudden surge in a forward direction and Ryan heard the sound of both woman gasping.  It was soon followed up by something soft but suckle pushing into his back and mashing him further into his mother’s cleavage.  Ryan let out a panicked sound, only to have the sound of gasping, moaning, and sloppy kisses fill the air drowning him out.  It was very clear that both giantess were making out in the bathroom, and Ryan was being pushed into what he could only assume was Gwen’s body.

“ooh,” Gwen gasped before more kissing sounds were heard, “Ms..ms.. day!” 

Ryan wanted to rip his ears off, but he couldn’t reach them with all the pressure around him.  He was hearing his mom make out with another woman!  And she was into it too!  WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

Ryan didn’t know who was more shocked, Gwen or himself. 

The sounds of pleasure, excitement, and smacking lips, were getting more fierce and louder.  Smooches filling the room as heavy breathing followed after a few deep breaths.  Ryan could feel his mother’s heart beat picking up and her breathing becoming faster as she kiss Gwen harder and more passionately.

Finally after a long breath taking pause (for everyone), Ryan felt something firm and hard push into him.  It felt like someone’s hand.  It was Gwen, and she was palming Ryan and his mother’s breast in one of her hands.

“Oooo,” Mary cooed.  “Oh, yeah, that’s it… massage my melons…”  Mary ordered.

“Y-yes, Ms. Day,” Gwen panted doing as she was ordered.  

Ryan felt the hand starting to shift.  Pressing and releasing as it kneaded him and the gooey fleshy mound of mammary meat together.  Ryan being dragged form one spot to another, going from one place and than to completely different one as Gwen explored his mother’s body.  Gwen either knew how to tease Ryan’s mom or she knew her way around someones’ breast, because Marry was squirming with delight in no time.

“More!”  Mary ordered.

“Yes Ms. Day,” Gwen replied picking up the speed.

“Yes!  Do it harder,” Mary cried out with her demand.

Gwen didn’t need to be told twice as she pushed in harder, giving Ryan a hard grinding twist into the marshmallow mound.  Ryan felt his legs scream and his arms creak from the pressure of the grip.  The smell of his mother’s skin fused with the other scents scratching at his nose as he was soon dragged over the skin from Gwen’s grip.  Gathering up any old sweat and dead skin that built up over the day sunbathing and drinking.  Ryan could feel the layer of filth already sticking to his skin as he was mashed and yanked from all over the place, unaware where exactly he was.  

Well that was till his face and arms bumped into something rough and hard.  It stood out compared to anything else he ran over so far.

The fuck is this, Ryan called out.

It took Ryan a moment to realize what it was… it was his mother’s nipple.  OH God… how could it get worse?

As if anyone need to ask that question.  Still his mother knew how to respond, “Are you thirsty?”

“Th-thirsty,” Gwen asked.

“Yes… I want you to suck it.  Suck on my tit, now be a good girl,” Mary ordered in a sexually charged command.

“Your… your…” Gwen paused.  “Y-yes Ms. Day, anything for you you,” Gwen spoke with an excited thrill in her voice.  She was loving this, Ryan could tell.  He didn’t know if it was the whole MILF thing or if it was a DOM thing… maybe it was a combination, a dommy mommy thing.  Whatever it was, Gwen was putty in Mary’s hand as she molded the young woman into doing what she wanted.  Which to Ryan’s horror was not something he really didn’t want to hear or let alone even experience.

Ryan listened as his mother let out a deep and soon high pitched moan as Gwen did something.  It wasn’t till he heard the slurping and sucking noises, almost right next to his ear that he knew what was happening. Gwen was sucking his mom off…  The sound of Gwen slobbering and slurping near Ryan sent a disgusting shiver down his spine as Gwen gasped and went in for more.  What Ryan didn’t know or want to know, was the other sounds that came from Gwen as she vacuumed his mother’s milkshakes.  Gulping… chugging… swallowing…

Gwen was drinking something.  Either that or she was really good at pretending to be drinking nothing.

It wasn’t till a small droplet of what Ryan thought was sweat hit his head that he knew what was really going on.  The creamy liquid oozing over his forehead and into his hair smelled of warm dairy.  A cream based liquid that was ejected from only one place, his mother’s breast.

“… no.” Ryan stated not wanting to believe what he just discovered.  However his mother was so kind as to let him know the truth.

“Yes… yes… drink my milk.  Drain it all…. Mmmm, do it, MILK ME!”  

Ryan physically gagged and shudder as he wanted a bottle of bleach to pour on his brain to clean it and erase ever hearing those words.  What the fuck was his mom saying?!

Ryan didn’t bother shouting the question out as he clearly knew what was going on.  The sounds and noises coming nearby was all but clear to him.  Ryan could only close his eyes and pretend he wasn’t here as Gwen suckled his mother like a newborn.

Finally he heard Gwen gasp as her mouth popped off the mammary gland she was attached to with a nice pop sound.

“How was it,” Ryan’s mom asked.  Still using the commanding and dominating tone in her voice.

“i-it was good, Ms Day… Delicious,” Gwen sputtered like a delighted child pleasing her parental figure, most likely a mother figure….

“Gooooood,” Mary moaned.  “Milk is good for a growing girl like yourself...Now the other one.”

“Yes!  Ms. Day,” Gwen spoke delighted.

Ryan was horrified.  Wait, the other one?

It was clear what Ryan’s mother meant.  If it wasn't, the sudden yanking of fabric away from Ryan made it all too clear.  Ryan was greeted by the enormous mouth of the younger woman behind him.  Her eyes locked upward at his mother’s face.  Gwen had a look of wanting approval or praise was written all over her face.  She wanted to please.  Something that Ryan figured his mom was enjoying more than anything else.  Looking at Gwen, he watched as her eyes never left his mother’s face, as her mouth slowly opened and made a large O shape.  The right size for both Ryan and his mother’s nipple.  The empty whole wanting to insert something inside it.  

“HEY NO! FUCK OFF YOU CRAZY BITCH!”  Ryan shouted trying to kick at her or get her attention.  The only thing he got was a hot gush of warm milky smelling air rushing over him as Gwen got closer to Mary’s puckered papilla.  The opening of Gwen’s mouth was large enough to pop on Mary’s breast, swallowing up Ryan and a good chunk of his mother’s boobage.  The sound of the clamping lips engulfing as much skin as possible filled Ryan’s ears.  Ryan felt dread filling him, but most of all it was probably disgust.  He was hanging off his mother’s areola as another woman, probably a little younger than himself, was about to suck breast milk from his freaking mother!

However as much as Ryan hatted it, he couldn't stop the two giantess from enjoying themselves.  Ryan felt a sudden tug as the air pressure drastically shifted.  His legs pulled toward what had to be Gwen’s throat as the air pressure shifted.  A slurping and sucking and gulping sound filled the air before it repeated over and over again.  Ryan felt himself being yanked off again as the force dragged at his feet and body.  Gwen slurped and suckled on Mary’s tit,  her tongue licking out flicking and curling under Ryan as it looked for the first droplets of cream it desired. Ryan held on as best he could.  He was doing good… that was till the breast milk came pouring out in a big gushing geyser.  It wasn’t something he was ready for as he got drenched and covered in the warm booby milk.  The creamy liquid drenching him in his mother’s milk.  Soaking into his body and wetting his grip.  Before he knew it, Ryan was falling off the only ledge he could hold on.  

Ryan landed in a goopy field of spit and milk, warm and slimy as something shoved him along.  It was Gwen’s tongue as it flapped around licking and slurping up at Mary’s milk ejecting from her milker.  Ryan was drowning in the thick and musky milk that flood like a broken dam gushing it’s fluids everywhere.  The liquid filling and slowly draining from Gwen’s mouth.  Ryan struggled the best he could to stay away from what he assumed was Gwen’s throat.  The deep sounding gulping form the other side of the room told Ryan that she was chugging this milk faster than a starving baby needing it’s nutrients.

As much as Ryan wanted to stay away from the imposing doom of meeting millions of gallons of his mother’s milk digesting… the throat gulping and downing the unlimited amount of creamy warm milk slowly dragged him closer to his end.  The sound of swallowing getting louder and louder as he felt himself getting closer to the gulping esophagus.  Ryan felt the waves of cream being displaced by flowing down the ever swallowing throat made him cry out for help.  He was getting closer and closer to not being able to return.  One gulp… another GULP… than another GULP!!!!

Ryan swam as best he could as he felt he was next from the constant flow and waves of milk passing him in the darkness.  Just one more gulp, and he would join an endless ocean of his mother’s milk in this young woman’s gullet, stewing and breaking down till he was nothing but substance for the younger woman.

A sudden pop sound and a sigh as Gwen popped off the milk dispenser she was suckling.  “Ahhh,” Gwen groaned vibrating Ryan as she started to gather up all the thick liquidity creamy left over in her mouth for one final gulp.  Her cheeks and tongue moving on their own swiping and moving to collect it all.  That was when the massive log like appendage in her mouth hit Ryan.

“What the … fuck,” Gwen mutter with a semi mouthful of milk.  Gwen tossed Ryan around in her mouth tasting and licking at him only to find he wasn’t the milk she wanted to swallow.

Suddenly Ryan felt himself being spewed out in a large glob of spit and milk landing in some heavy smelling alcohol in a big red cup.

“What… WHAT!  WHO?!  HOW??!!”  Gwen sputter and gasped looking at Ryan from above through the cup opening.  

Ryan was going to speak but finally saw his curious mom peek over, “What’s going on?  Did you not like my milk- RYAN?!!!”

Ryan covered his ears form his mother’s high pitched screeched that shook the cup.  The sudden grabbing at the cup made Ryan fall back into the now murky white and brown mixture of mammary milk and long island tea drink.  Ryan felt his sore and tired body collapse in the mixture as he knew he was finally safe, “Hey mom….”

Ryan listen to his mom sputter and spout as she was too shocked and even looked embarrassed as she try to understand how he got in the cup.

After a thousand questions, Ryan finally said, “Can we go home now?”

Ryan sat silently in the seat as his mom drove home.  They didn’t speak since she found him in the cup.  She tried to act like it didn’t happen, and to be honest, so did Ryan.  However after grabbing Gwen’s information and the communicator, Mary was heading back to the car to head home.  Ryan didn’t say anything.  He was too traumatized to actually argue or even ask his mom questions.  So he just sat in awkward silence as they drove home.

It wasn’t till they were close to home that Ryan felt some courage to talk, “So…. We, we going to talk about his,” Ryan asked sound more embarrassed than anything.

Mary was acting like she didn’t know what he was talking about, “Mmmm? About what sweetie?”  Still avoiding eye contact.  

Ryan took a deep sigh, “Ooooo, I don’t know, maybe the fact that you just made out with a girl about half your age? Or maybe that I was stuck in your bra the whole time??  Or that kind of talk I heard in the freaking bathroom???  What about the near death experience of being swallowed….” Ryan paused as he shudder at the next words he was going to say, “WITH YOUR TITTY MILK?!?!”

Mary was silent at all those remarks as she drove.

Ryan was still pissed and upset and sore and… well he was in the worse mood possible.  However when he looked at his mom who was driving home, he could see the sadness in her eyes.  The guilt and shame.  Ryan took a deep breath as he steady his raging emotions of probably one of the crappiest days he had.  “Mom…”

Ryan called out again for his mom.

This time his mom’s response was weak, “yes?”

“Sorry… I just…” another deep sigh, “Look, I love you, but… this is new.  I understand, that… that you might want to get back out there,” Ryan took a breath to steady himself, “You know looking for someone special.  I don’t know if SHE,” Ryan emphasized Gwen with her pronoun, “is the right one.  I don’t… but, if you two are both happy with each other.  Than that’s all that I need.”

Ryan heard his mom sniff a little as she shifted her head toward him, “Oh honey,” Mary spoke reaching for Ryan with a loving hand.

“MOM! ROAD!”  Ryan shouted at his mother to keep her eyes on the road.  She quickly went back to the road and put both hands on the steering wheel.   

Mary quickly apologized, “Sorry… sweetie.  You just made your mommy so happy.”

Ryan groaned but didn’t’ respond at his mom saying mommy.  After whipping at his face, Ryan also added, “Still… I swear,” Ryan said getting his mom’s attention, “If I ever hear you two like that again anywhere near me, I swear I will throw myself in the nearest cup and demand to be swallowed!”  Ryan warned in a joking but slightly serious tone.

Mary chuckled, “Oh honey it wasn’t that bad…”

Ryan slapped at his forehead as he recalled some of the things his mom said a few hours ago, “Mom, please… I don’t think I can ever drink milk again.”

The sound of Mary letting out a little laugh at her son’s funny words filled the car.  Sadly Ryan wasn’t kidding…