Your ejaculations are quick and complete. You spray like a geyser onto the wallpaper in front of you. You go limp and collapse in a spent heap along the front edge of the foot. You have little time to rest because just then the foot begins to tug itself back into the doorway!
Dust and flakes of paint spray everywhere as your mother's gigantic ankle tries to wrestle itself through. The foot twists right and left, bucking you like a cowrider as it wrenches deeper and deeper inside. You cover you head in surprise, expecting to hit the top of the door way as the foot pulls inside. Fortunately the heel tilts and points the toes further down, allowing you to fit through the small gap at the top.
Nothing can prepare you for what awaits you inside your mother's room as you are pulled in.
Half-asleep and groaning, her arms and legs bent and pressed against the deteriorating inner walls, a colossal, naked giantess is sprawled out onto the floor. Her chin points up at the ceiling and her luscious white thighs are fully spread, exposing a veritable forest of dark, curly of hair in a thick vertical line down her pelvis. The foot you're on tilts to it's side, forcing you to move to the soft spot of her inner heel, as her leg bends toward her and rests against the rear wall near the demolished closet. Her back is curved and resting against the opposite wall, pressing down on her soft belly, which is covered with small rolls.
But despite all these incredible sights, your eyes are drawn immediately to the monstrous pair of breasts hanging down and off her supple chest. Pink nipples the size of serving plates are illuminated by the soft sunlight coming from the window.
You haven't seen you mother naked in ages, so you begin to question whether this heavenly giantess could really be her. But sure enough, her head rolls down to her shoulder and you can make out her features through the web of hair hanging over her face.
You mother's toes clench as she shakes her head slowly and yawns. The room reverberates as her entire body tenses and shifts around.
You hop down off of her heel and approach the hairy black portal between her legs. You look over it and between her mammoth tits, which heave with each breath she takes, and you look up into her eyes. The lips have not quite parted yet. She looks like she's about ready to wake up.
Your mom softly moans again and tilts her chin, her shoulder lifting slightly to meet with it. Her toes clench over and over, clawing away at the cracked, peeling plaster of the walls pressed against her feet. Chips of paint line the skin between each toe.
You can literally feel the entire structure of the room buckling with the subtle shifting of her immense weight. Deep cracks continue to crawl along the walls and ceiling, the ceiling fan wobbling from the vibrations. It's a good thing your mother stopped growing at this point, otherwise the floor would likely cave in.
Without even thinking, you gaze at your mom's moist lips as they part to emit her low sighs. You body warms. You get to your knees and begin to crawl up the slop of your mother's soft white calve. Your concern for her well-being pales to your natural lust for a naked, buxom woman lying provocatively before you. After all, you're still a horny adolescent. It's only normal your child instincts and male instincts would get their wires crossed. Maybe because you're unable to think rationally in such a situation, but you've decided to gently make your way up her giant body to wake her.
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