The afternoon winter sun broke through thin clouds. The temperature had only reached the mid forties today and the two bundled figures huddled together on the sidewalk. They were in a small suburban neighborhood, each looking around nervously and both holding tightly to small shoe boxes.
“I can’t believe it was so easy.” Jonathan said, his gloved hands holding tightly to the box.
“Yeah, the old guy never saw a thing. He was so busy with that big angry dude.” his friend Rob said looking down at the shoe box he held, a slim silver box with the initials B.B. embossed on it in stylized script.
It had been Jonathan’s plan. They each had forgotten important birthdays and had absolutely no money saved up to go out and buy anything appropriate. It probably had been more of a dare originally, Jonathan would admit, but he had heard about the shoe shop opening in the mall and it just clicked. New store meant low security and when they’d both seen the angry guy walk in and start cussing out the old man running the shop, things fell into place. They could find a couple of nice pairs of shoes and solve all their problems, the old guy would never see them.
“Well, it’s been fun man. I gotta go meet up with Missy. She’s gonna love these shoes.” Rob said, giving his college pal a slap on the shoulder.
Jonathan smiled. “Sure thing man, I gotta get inside and let my mom know I didn’t forget the big three five. She’ll love these.” He called out as his friend disappeared down the sidewalk.
Jonathan had known Rob for just a year and a half, since entering college locally. But in that short time both of them had grown like brothers. Rob lived on campus while Jonathan still lived at home. He didn’t see anything wrong with being nineteen and still at home. His mother was alone and he helped out quite a bit around the house. Until today he’d never forgotten one of her birthdays. Today it completely slipped his mind and this was an important one. She was turning thirty five, which while young for having a kid his age, made her feel old.
Walking up the driveway to his house, Jonathan realized just how perfect the pair of shoes he’d found were. He felt a little strange giving her heels but these were special. For years she’d talked about the prom she went to after she found out she was pregnant with him and how she felt so scared and embarrassed. The only thing she said made her feel special was the silver heels her date had bought for her. They made her feel so grown up and classy. She lost them years and years ago but the ones Jonathan found were perfect, sure to remind her of times when she was young and happy.
Entering the house, Jonathan heard the sound of talking in the other room. His mom was on the phone. Sitting the box down on the counter, he suddenly felt it shake. He chalked it up to his imagination at first but then the box shook again, sliding an inch or two over on the counter top.
“What the hell?” he mumbled, opening the lid. Nothing seemed out of place but there was a small blinking green light in one corner of the box.
“Damn,” He commented, rummaging through the tissue paper covering the shoes. “Security device.”
The small black tag was about the size of a quarter and had one tiny blinking green light on it. The surprising thing Jonathan found was that the tag seemed to be made of cheap plastic and was only attached to a single heel by a rubber band. That makes this easy, he thought.
Taking a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer Jonathan checked the hall to make sure his mother was still on the phone. “Now to get rid of this.” He said.
Slicing through the rubber band, the black tag fell away and Jonathan quickly put the scissors out of sight. From down the hall, he heard his mother saying goodbye and hanging up. She’d be here any moment.
He went to throw the tag and rubber band away but as soon as he touched the tag, it shocked him. “Oww, shit.” He whispered, trying to keep his voice down.
Stupid tag had a strong little battery, Jonathan thought, feeling the tingly sensations running up his arm. He quickly tossed the tag in the trash as his mother entered the room.
“Hey there, thought I might not see you today.” Kim said, taking a glass over to the sink.
“Hey mom, you know I wouldn’t forget your special day.” Jonathan said feeling a very strange feeling as he watched his mother rinsing out her glass.
Kim was a slender brunette, she exercised three times a week to maintain her figure and at thirty five was still quite the attractive woman. She had wavy brown hair that fell a few inches below her shoulders and had a modest B-cup pair of breasts that while not the biggest of her friends growing up, had always been the perkiest. Her eyes were the most striking feature she had, very pale blue, almost gray. They really set her whole face out from the rest. She looked like a model but acted like a mom. As Jonathan smiled and waited to give her the shoes, he had very strange feelings flow through him. He suddenly couldn’t wait to see the heels on her.
“Hey mom, I got you something special for your birthday.” Jonathan said as Kim wiped off her hands on the dish towel.
“Oh sweetie thanks. You always make my day.” Kim said taking a seat at the kitchen table where Jonathan sat the shoe box.
“I couldn’t think of what to get you this year but when I saw these I just knew you’d love them.” Jonathan said proudly.
“Shoes?,” Kim said with interest. “This is a surprise, I didn’t think you’d ever set foot around a woman’s shoe store. Pretty box too, I’ve never heard of the brand but I’m sure I’ll love them.”
Kim couldn’t believe how sweet this was of her son. It took thoughtfulness to shop for shoes, especially when he certainly didn’t have to. She read the brand name again, some part of her mind noticing something strange about it. ‘UTSLAY’ Hmmm, she thought, something seemed familiar about the name but she shrugged off the thought. Probably just some foreign brand she read about.
Jonathan watched as his mother opened the shoe box. He held his breath a little hoping the shoes would go over well.
“Oh wow.” Kim said looking through the tissue paper at the shiny heels. “I can’t believe you remembered these shoes.”
Jonathan relaxed. “You only told me that story about a hundred times mom. Of course I remembered. I just thought you’d enjoy having them again.”
Kim reached in and took out both shiny silver four inch heels. She felt lightheaded as she touched them, almost queasy. Must be hungry, she thought. “These are so nice, Jonathan. I can’t believe you found some. They must’ve been expensive.”
Jonathan frowned, a flash of guilt crossing his face. “er.. No nothing could be too expensive for the best mom in the world.”
“Honey that’s sweet. You’re the best son I could ask for. It’s too bad I probably won’t ever get a chance to wear these.” Kim said still clutching the heels. “I think my days for flashy shoes like these are long behind me.”
Something bothered Jonathan more than he thought it should about what his mother said. He just had to see her in these shoes. Even for just a moment.
“Aww, come on. Just try them on for a few minutes. You’ll look great in them.”
Kim smiled sweetly at her son. Her mind seemed a bit foggy but she appreciated the sentiment. “Honey, that’s very nice but I think these are a bit sexy for your old mother.”
Jonathan shook his head. “Not at all. You have no idea what my friends say about you. They think you’re totally hot.” He blushed a little as the words left his mouth. He didn’t intend to say that, it just slipped out.
Kim brushed her hair back behind her ears and blushed a little herself. “That’s ... well sweet of them to say. Okay I guess I’ll try them on, but just for you.”
Jonathan leaned back against the counter top to watch as Kim reached down and removed her house shoes. For some reason he felt his pulse speed up as he caught a glimpse of her legs beneath her dress. Kim was wearing a summer dress even though it was cold outside. She often wore it on days she worked from home. It was an old sun dress that reached just below her knees and had a line of buttons all the way up the front.
“Let’s see how well you guessed my size.” Kim said taking one heel and sliding it on her right foot. She appeared to shake violently for mere seconds but Jonathan took notice and grabbed her shoulder.
“Are you okay, what’s wrong?” He said, his eyes wide.
“Fine, fine, I just. I don’t know I felt strange all of a sudden.” Kim reassured him, her skin warm beneath his hand on her shoulder. She felt flushed, and something else. For some reason she felt aroused. Get a grip, she told herself.
Jonathan let go of her shoulder and backed up to the counter. That was weird he thought. What was even weirder were the sparks that flew through him as he touched her shoulder. It was like touching something he’d always wanted but could never have.
Kim slid the other heel on, her feet fitting perfectly inside the slinky shoes. They looked great, she thought. Suddenly a shiver ran through her. It went from feet to head and lingered around her hips. For the first time in over ten years a sexual image flew through her brain. She pictured herself wearing these heels bent over the kitchen table getting fucked hard and savagely. Shaking her head, Kim looked up and smiled at Jonathan.
“They fit perfectly. I’m not sure how you did it. I love them, I really do.” Kim said as calmly as she could. For some reason she felt nervous being around her son.
Jonathan grinned. “I’m so glad. You do look great in them.”
“Oh really?” Kim asked sarcastically. She just knew she was being teased. “Do I?”
Kim stood and walked back from the table turning and posing with her hands on her hips. She had a look that told Jonathan she knew he was kidding, although this time he wasn’t.
Jonathan seemed to be losing his breath as he spoke. For some reason he felt anxious. “You look amazing mom. Honest. I’ve never seen someone as sexy as you look right now. You’re a total milf”
Kim stood there shocked at her son’s words. Had he really said she looked sexy and called her a milf? That was so sweet, she’d have to thank him properly. The image of herself getting fucked popped back in her head. This time it was Jonathan bending her over. No, she thought, no that’s not right. She struggled with an internal ethical battle. The battle didn’t last long as her feet rapidly seemed to heat up in the shiny silver shoes.
Jonathan was so glad his mother liked her shoes and she really did look hot in them. He was feeling lightheaded and a little dizzy as she stood there smiling at him. Her next action shocked him much less than he felt it should have.
Kim walked over to her son and looked him eye to eye. Her heels put her just above his height and she gave him a very small grin, just the corners of her mouth turned up. Her pale eyes sparkled as she kept one hand on her hip and let the other toy with the top button on her dress.
“So you think I’m sexy huh, a milf?” She said, her voice soft. “Does that mean you’d enjoy seeing your old mother wearing ‘only’ these heels?”
Jonathan opened his mouth in surprise. What was she asking, he thought even as the image of her nude floated briefly into his mind. She had to be joking. “What? I mean no I couldn’t...” He attempted to answer. Something was wrong. It must be the shoes, he thought.
Kim backed away from him and seductively swayed her hips as she walked over to the fridge. Leaning back against it, she ran a hand through her long hair and gave her son a real pose, arching her back to display her perky rack that used to make her so popular in high school.
Jonathan tore his eyes away from his mother and looked at the shoe box with tissue paper peeking over the top. “This is wrong, there has to be something...” He said sticking a hand down into the box to see if there was anything else there, something that could explain this behavior. He gasped as he felt another shock go through him and pulled out a small squeeze bulb and some length of tubing.
Ideas flew through his brain, images, thoughts, fantasies, every one more sexual than the one before. Jonathan began to feel incredibly horny and looking down at the squeeze bulb and the small card attached to it, he had one thought above all others. He needed to get laid.
“So what’ll it be Jon boy?” His mother asked from across the room. “You think you’d like to see more?”
Reading the card attached to the squeeze bulb, Jonathan felt shaky with anticipation. If this really did what it said, he was about to have some serious fun. He smiled at his mom.
“You know mom. I do think I’d like to see more but let’s try this my way.” Jonathan said holding up the bulb.
Kim felt heat flow through her at his words. She really was sexy, she thought. Someone wanted her. She walked over to her son and grabbed his face pulling him in for a kiss. And this wasn’t the normal quick peck she was used to giving him. This was an open-mouth steamy hot lengthy kiss. She pressed her tongue in circling his and nearly suffocated him with passion. Kim let her hands wander around him, feeling his ass and pulling him into her.
“unmm... wait just a minute.” Jonathan said pulling away from her. “Now I think mommy needs to get rid of that dress. But here’s what I’m going to do. You put this in your mouth.” He handed her the end of the clear tubing. “I’m gonna pump you up until it pops right off. Your little perky tits I’ve secretly admired for so long, well those are gonna be long gone.”
To Kim what her son said made little sense but who was she to argue with a hunky guy like Jonathan. She slipped the tube in her mouth and watched her son smile.
“Here goes nothing.” Jonathan said, squeezing the bulb tightly. He flexed it quickly getting into a rhythm.
In less than a minute the effect was obvious. The card hadn’t been lying about what it said it could do. Kim’s perky rack was looking a little less perky and a bit more full. She gasped and steadied herself as she realized what was happening. Her son was pumping her up, blowing her tits up into the ones she deserved.
“Oh mom, this is great. You look amazing.” Jonathan said, switching hands to keep up his pace as he pumped and pumped. His mother’s tits were now pushing at her sun dress, the space in between the buttons showing more and more cleavage. Soon the pillowy flesh began bulging over the top of the dress near her neck. She was already nearing a D-cup at this point and he didn’t plan on stopping.
Kim held tightly to the tube in her mouth with one hand, her other hand grabbing at one of her inflating tits. She felt the fabric of her old dress getting thin and tight. It wouldn’t last long at this rate.
For five more minutes Jonathan pumped and pumped, alternating hands as his wrist got tired. His mother seemed about to pass out as her tits grew from their former perky B-cups into the massive melons they had become at the point when the first button shot off. First one, then two, then three buttons exploded off her chest, soaring across the room and landing in the kitchen sink. Her tits billowed forth oozing from the torn dress. They looked like volley balls but very soft and shaped like tear drops. One last button shot off her dress and both nipples were exposed. Each was now long and hard, with aureola the size of compact discs. Jonathan stopped pumping, the tube falling from Kim’s mouth.
“Oh... wow... That was amazing.” Kim breathed heavily, her enormous jugs settling into place.
“Now those are what I call fun bags.” Jonathan said grinning with pride at his work. His mother, the previous attractive and dignified woman of thirty five now looked like a sleazy porn star. Her tits now reached just below her waist and far enough out that he felt it may be hard for her to join hands in front of her chest. She looked hot.
Kim took a dizzy step towards her son. She looked down at her incredible tits and smiled, licking her lips. This is what she had always wanted to be, an object of lust for men to desire, a cheap slut they would give anything to touch. Looking up at Jonathan, Kim realized she really had to thank him properly now.
“Honey, I think mama wants to thank you for the lovely gifts.” Kim said groping her massive tit flesh.
“I agree. You should thank me over and over.” Jonathan said reaching forward and tweaking her left nipple before bending over and sucking it into his mouth. He licked and kissed at her entire breast before leaning back and looking at her lovely face. Her eyes were closed in pleasure and several strands of hair hung in her face. This was the mother he had always wanted, beautiful, sweet, and a complete slut.
“Turn around and bend over the table mom, I’m gonna fuck you until I can’t move.”
Kim grinned wickedly, her thoughts and fantasies coming true. She turned and bent over the table, letting her tits rest on the cold wooden surface. She arched her back to present her tight ass and looked over her shoulder at her loving son. “Come give mommy a fuck.”
Jonathan pounced on his mother, sliding her dress up to present her panties. He ripped them from her with force, tearing the delicate material and tossing it over his shoulder. Taking one hand and sliding it over her wet pussy, he reached down, ridding himself of his jeans with the other. He was horny beyond all understanding and he was determined to be quick and rough with his dear old mom.
“Fuckkk, oh yesss!” Kim cried out as she felt her son slide balls deep inside her tight pussy. She flexed her muscles, drawing him as deep as she could and moaned in instant orgasm. Her tits rubbing the table heightened her pleasure as Jonathan set into a quick pace.
“Ungh.. Yeah mom, you’re so damn hot. My friends were right. You are definitely a mother I like fucking” Jonathan slammed into his mother, shoving his cock far inside her, the table shaking beneath them both. He took hold of her hips and gripped them tightly, setting into a quick dirty doggy style fuck.
“Oh Oh yes, Jonathan, oh fuck me. Fuck mommy.” Kim screamed, her tits giving her excruciating sensations that turned her brains to mush. This was her purpose as a good mother, to teach her son the finer points of fucking.
“Oh ungh. Mom are you on the pill or something. I’m about to blow my load.” Jonathan gasped attempting to exert some control over his actions.
Kim moaned, her mind finding it difficult to even comprehend her son’s words much less form the words to answer him. “I... oh. oh. ..I’m not on the pill. I ... oh, can’t take it, never have.”
Jonathan slowed down, his hips sliding to a stop as he began to pull out. Kim seemed to fight him clenching her internal muscles. “No son, no don’t pull out. Give me all you’ve got. Who cares if I get pregnant? I want to be filled with sperm.”
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing but he also couldn’t fight the desire his brain felt to do just what his mother asked. Placing his hands firmly around her waist, Jonathan began to slide fully back inside her, his cock slipping home inside her womb.
“You asked for it mom, I’m gonna blow your belly up bigger than your tits.”
The scene was one out of both their fantasies. Jonathan slapping his hips deep into his mother over the kitchen table, her enormous tits sloshing with every thrust, as both sought the climax that would happen any moment. “Oh, unghh... here you go slut.” Jonathan announced loudly pulling his mother tight against his waist.
“Oh oh yessss!” Kim cried out, her entire body quivering as white hot sperm flooded her womb for the first time in many years. She felt it fill her to capacity and begin seeping out from their joined bodies.
Very suddenly both felt dizzy beyond anything they had ever felt. Kim’s mind seemed to quake inside her head as all the ideas and nasty thoughts left her rapidly, reality beginning to sink back in. Jonathan held his softening cock inside his mother and felt his head swim with confusion. His thoughts suddenly returned from the trashy gutter they had fallen into.
“Jonathan, what the... what are you doing?” Kim cried out in shock. She felt her son slide his cock from her pussy and struggled to pull herself up. She gasped as she looked down at the porn star tits she now owned. Her son looked as shocked as her, his eyes wide and panicked.
“Mom, mom, I ... I don’t understand.” Jonathan muttered, his voice shaky.
“What did you do to me?” Kim demanded, her anger as clear as her fear and confusion.
“I didn’t mean, I mean I wouldn’t have...” Jonathan couldn’t find his words, his entire world crashing around him. Had he really just turned his mom into a big-titted slut and banged her over the kitchen table?
Kim had pulled her dress as far over her expansive tits as she could and stood angrily staring at her son who simply looked at the floor in shame.
The phone rang and for a moment neither looked at it. Finally Kim went and removed the receiver. Jonathan watched her listen and then say “He’s right here.”
“It’s for you, young man.” Kim said her rage contained as she tried to figure out what just happened.
“Y-yes?” Jonathan said nervously.
“Well hello there young sir. I do believe you have something that belongs to me.”
Jonathan recognized the voice of that man, the one who ran the shoe shop. “What did you do?” He asked, positive the man had something to do with what happened.
“Let me guess, someone put on the shoes and things escalated a little more than you would have liked. Am I correct?” The man asked.
“You sure are, I just f-f-fucked my mother and apparently I g-gave her huge tits.”
“Well that can be a bit of a problem can’t it? I already spoke to your friend Rob, he spilled everything, your plan to get gifts and all your personal problems. I took care of him, now I just have to take care of you.”
Jonathan felt a lump in his throat as the man talked. His mother was angrily staring at him and he couldn’t help noticing the stream of cum running down her thighs. The man sounded like he wanted to kill him. “W-what are y-you gonna do?”
The man laughed lightly on the phone line. “Nothing you can’t handle. I can clear your current problems, make your mother perfectly accepting of what has happened. I’m just going to need a credit card number.”
Jonathan looked from his mother to the wall where the phone hung. “A credit card, why?”
Again the man chuckled. “Why to pay for your purchase of course. Rob paid for his and I’m certain he and his girlfriend Missy are getting along splendidly right about now.”
“Okay okay, whatever you say man. Just please help me. I think my mom’s gonna kill me or have me arrested or something.” Jonathan said quickly digging through his pants pocket and coming out with the emergency credit card he always kept.
“What is going on, who is that?” Kim asked impatiently, her mind trying to repair the trauma she felt at being practically raped in her own kitchen.
Jonathan ignored her, giving the man the last digits of the visa card. “So this will help clear things up right?” He asked hopefully.
There was a long pause on the other end and for a moment he worried they’d been disconnected. “Absolutely young sir. Everything will be fine, I just have one small question to ask before I let you go.”
Jonathan breathed easier, part of him relaxing. “What’s that?”
The man could almost be seen standing behind his register grinning. “How do you feel about a large family?”
The man hung up before Jonathan could even think of an answer. What was that about?, he wondered. He jumped as his mother let her hand rest on his shoulder. She slid her fingers up around his neck and massaged gently. Turning to face her, Jonathan saw no hint of anger, no fear or confusion. He saw only pure horniness.
“Mom?” He asked in a weak voice.
“Yes honey, that’s right, that’s exactly right. I want to be a mom again. I want you to fuck me pregnant. And I intend to stay that way for the foreseeable future. Now c’mon ...we’ve got a lot of work to do.” Kim said shoving her exposed tits into her son’s body.
Jonathan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What are you talking about, are you crazy?”
“Young man you better not be disrespecting me. I am your mother and you will do what I say!” His mother said, her hands on her hips angrily staring at him as if he’d only been caught buying beer.
“Umm, er...” Jonathan stuttered.
“You just go to your room right this minute.” Kim said. “I’ll be right there and you will do as I say. I’m going to ride your cock all night. You will fill my slutty womb with sperm and you most certainly will knock me up!”
Jonathan shrugged, his mind defeated. It was completely warped, he thought, but it was better than prison. “Okay mom.”
At the shop the man finished entering these last two sales into the register. He’d sold a nice pair of BIM Boots to Rob’s girlfriend and a special limited production UTSLAY offspring edition pair of heels to Jonathan’s mother. He smiled at the fact that she was his mother. That was a title she was going to give new meaning to in the coming years.