Angela & Trent
The sounds of pleasure came in a rhythm; where the thick slap of a cock against skin ended, a drawn-out moan took its place. The clock had just struck ten, bringing about a new sun-blessed day, but the riotous pairing had been at their escapade since night fell. With a casual glance to his side, Trent noted the small gathering of spent condoms on the floor. There must’ve been at least five there, all gummed up with his load. He had since then elected to go raw. A smile; he was impressed by how much he was able to give. Thankful, even. Though a part of him was equally surprised by how much his counterpart could take…and want.
Presenting her firm angular glutes in a traditional doggy-style pose, Trent’s mother Angela eagerly awaited her next injection. Moaning slightly, she could feel his cum ooze and trickle out of her pussy. Its sticky fluid had already stained the bedsheets, but the horned-up slut didn’t care. All she wanted was dick right now. The same dick she’d both craved and had been servicing for the past twelve hours straight. No doubt the neighbors would’ve heard the noises and had a thing or two to say, but Angela would just shrug it off. She winced, feeling Trent enter her for the bazillionth time. They were having so much fun.
Trent’s hands glided across his mother’s mammoth back muscles. Taking the Trazo was doing wonders for her body, even in such crazy doses. Angela had practically blown up in size to overtake the Impossible Bulk comic character! Her unflexed arms were easily the size of monster truck tires, quadriceps holding more definition than a dictionary and delts even the Greek god Zeus would be envious of. It was size and power like that which got Trent going, but fatigue was finally starting to catch up with him. And his mother wasn’t particularly pleased by that.
“Nuh-uh! You’re not stopping now. Not until I know you’ve gotten my pussy good and flooded.” Angela shifted position, moving in to kiss Trent. She pushed him over the bed so his back laid flat on the quilt. The Trazo had made his mother more dominant, which Trent had come to like. But everything had its time. As much as he wanted to keep going— he looked at his cock, disheartened by its inability to get harder than he wanted it to. He’d already shot a good amount of cum into his mother, so surely she already was ‘good and flooded?’
But Angela took control anyway, sliding into Trent. His slick cock fit perfectly, allowing a small bulge to show under the woman’s cervix. God, even Trent’s father couldn’t reach that deep. As eager as he was to perform, however, Trent knew he was spent.
“We’ve been at this for hours already. I mean look!” Trent pointed out to the sunlight trying to cut through the curtains. Birds tweeted in the trees, a car or two passing by, and some kids giggling in the distance as they no doubt played in their back garden. “It’s a whole new day out there. I’m not against spending time with you. It’s just…there are other ways to do it.”
Angela’s eyes narrowed. Trent did have a point. Besides, as much as she hated to admit it, deliberately avoiding the inevitable, there were things around the house that needed doing anyway. Trent sighed with relief as he felt his mother’s vice-like grip around his cock release, the half-hard appendage splurting what little was left of his cum onto his abs, the balls throbbing. He tucked an arm behind his head and watched his mother get up to throw the comically undersized bed-gown on to retain some level of decency around the house.
“It’s just us, so….do you really need to be wearing that?”
Angela smirked. Another good point made. She untied the robe, letting it fall behind her to reveal the bodybuilder-shaming muscles underneath. Trent had already spent a good amount of time around those great muscles, but seeing them revealed like that always made him feel something. He could see his mother look at him through her makeup table mirror, so they shared a sort of knowing expression only known between lovers. “You’re better at sex than your father ever was.”
“I know,” was Trent’s smug response, grinning. He reminisced about the revelation his mother made about killing Trent’s father out of a crime of passion to him so that they could be together. There never could be a more iron-clad expression of love than that. Trent was in love with a murderess. That would be a hard pill to swallow for most, but Trent?
His cock twitched, hardening just enough to push itself off his chest.
“I’ve got some things to do around the house. I shouldn’t be too long. When that’s all done, maybe we can hang out in the garden for a bit?” Angela could see Trent’s brow curled with curiosity.
“Should I bring anything?”
“Whatever you feel could make it more interesting. Though I’m sure you can think of something.”
Whatever you feel could make it more interesting…
Trent response to that particular remark was exciting, if a bit predictable. Seeing the woman laid out on the deckchair in the garden, he approached his mother holding two items: a bottle of oil and measuring tape. It’d been a while since he took note of his parent’s burgeoning musculature and glazed it with oil to emphasize the exceptional details right down to the last rippling inch. The bottle was placed on the small table at his mother’s side, the tape still held firmly in Trent’s hand.
Angela was taking in the sun completely naked. She didn’t care about the hole in the fence being large enough for the old neighbor lady Missus Jenkins to give her a heart attack if she happened to peek through. If anything, the old prude could do with something excitable in her life, right about now. The house phone was sat at Angela’s side just a couple of inches from her rock-hard ass, swapping it for the bottle of oil.
Angela started applying the oil, working her way up from her calves. She always worked her way up for the reason that she liked teasing Trent. He seemed to have a particular affection for her biceps, as mammoth-sized as they were, so made sure to do those last. Even then, her calves did a decent job in revving her son’s engine too. Looking at him clench the measuring tape eagerly, she knew he was desperate to get started.
“Well, go on then. Measure it,” she said, holding her leg out. "How big have gotten since yesterday?"
A grin formed across Trent’s face, bending down on both knees to get started. Now, if memory served him correctly, the last time he measured his mother’s calves, they came in at twenty-seven inches — easily larger than Trent’s own! But that was weeks ago, now. Without having to even take the fated measurement Trent knew his mother had grown since. But by how much?
Angela winced, feeling Trent’s cold hand touch her skin as he took the tape to her calf, wrapping it around the meaty limb with excitement. God, just how much bigger had she gotten? Trent was desperate to know.
“Well? Where we at this time?”
Trent gulped. He read the measurement mentally twice, first, making sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. But nope — the result was the same. His cock twitched at the fact.
“You’re thirty-eight inches solid this time. That’s—that’s a whole eleven-inch in two weeks!” Trent couldn’t believe it. Fucking hell, was his mum growing fast. And it looked like she wasn’t anywhere near slowing down anytime soon.
Angela scoffed, seemingly unimpressed by the result. It was strange because it was the most any of the duo had grown thus far, yet the monster-sized mother clearly expected a higher number.
“Not large enough. Hnnghh!”
Trent watched his mother flex her calf, overcome with awe as he saw the powerful muscles twist, contort, grind and convulse to grow even larger than they already were, pressing against the measuring tape to snap it in half like nothing. Even beyond that little spectacle they continued growing, the woman’s skin shifting and creaking to make space for the mushrooming muscles Trent couldn’t keep his eyes off. His cock that twitched with excitement had since grown into a full erection poking through his shorts for Angela to gawk at with a smirk.
“Oooh. Seems someone’s enjoying the show.”
“How-how did--”
“Ever since I guzzled a whole batch of your Trazo stuff, my body’s been reacting a bit differently than normal to it. Now it just grows when it feels like it.”
Angela’s calf stopped its growth seemingly without warning, the thick veins twitching for a moment before settling. It was a shame about the tape snapping, because Angela was curious to see the measurement now. But if she were to take a guess—
“That looks at least fifty inches. Whatcha think? Maybe a bit bigger, like fifty-five?”
Fifty or fifty-five inches. Jesus Christ, the fact his mother’s calf was bigger than Trent’s skull was itself enough to make his cock twitch, let alone boasting such a boggling size as they were. With every subtle movement Angela’s calves throbbed and spasmed as though, even in spite of their growth having stopped, they yearned for more, fighting for space.
His mother’s whore-like moans certainly didn’t help with the situation, her other leg slumping to the side so her pussy would be displayed freely. Of course Trent couldn’t stop himself from looking at it, seeing the fleshy mound bulge out a bit, all the hormones from the Trazo doing their work there, too. God, she was so thick. Sure, Trent had penetrated his mother countless times by now, but he hadn’t brought himself to simply look. Her clit was like a small dick, thickly-meated with veins of varying width forking and twisting. It was a beast of its own nature at this point, as though latched onto the woman more than part of her, her moans soft but heavy.
“Get the oil. Start rubbing it,” she said between moans.
Trent didn’t so much as hesitate, grabbing the bottle to lather some onto his hands, then inching closer to his mother’s waiting mound. As if knowing what to expect, it visibly bulged, forcing the woman to moan harder than ever, her back arching a bit. God, that Trazo more than worked a treat on Angela. Even when not even growing, she could feel its intensity force its way through her, manipulating her insides in ways not thought possible. It felt like she was being massaged by a ghost, her grand muscles kneaded and caressed, toes curling like she was edging towards an orgasm.
Then she felt Trent’s hands run across her clit. The sensitivity was enough to make the woman cum just a little bit, more brought on by the Trazo’s electric buzz flowing through her than Trent’s gentleness. The feeling of the drug running through her was, at times like this, better than the most passionate sex. Angela loved Trent. She really did. But the Trazo— it hit her in spots no human ever could. It was like cum flowed through her veins, its thick gloppiness rushing through to make her eyes roll, biting her lip, shuddering.
Trent watched as his mother’s clit bulged once more, this time visibly swelling to match the size of a grown man’s thumb. He wasn’t exactly sure how to react. It was hot, in its own little way, but also weird seeing his mother’s clit push out to mirror the monster-sized woman. Everything about the woman was mammoth-sized now. Everything. With it came a heightened sense of arousal.
“Get in there deep, baby. Mamma wants to feel alive!”
Before Trent had a chance to even formulate a response in his head, his mother grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and thrust his mouth to her muff, his lips now firmly pressed to the muscled genitalia with the expectation of servicing her once more. Trent may have had enough foreplay and sex for a while, but Angela, frankly, was just getting started. She could feel his tongue on her, gentle and slow. Fuck, he knew exactly where to hit. A shuddering moan.
“That’s it, baby. Oooooh, right there.” Angela may not have had any breast tissue left, but that didn’t stop the woman from reaching out as though she did, fondling her nipples in rapturous ecstasy, eyes rolling as her toes curled. Trent was all too willing to continue, grabbing his mother’s thighs to better support himself as his pace quickened, his thumb brushing the distinctive bulging vein running from her knee up to her waist. As odd as it looked, fuck was it hot. Each vein the woman boasted was testament to her power. Perhaps it was right of Angela to take as much of the Trazo as she had; perhaps it was right of Angela to be the one in control now. Trent had never been submissive in a relationship before, but, as ever, there was a first time for everything.
One of the veins in Angela’s inner quad elongated, breaking off to fork and twist around her genitalia like a python around a tree branch. It throbbed, which Trent saw, enough to get him hard again. Trent just…loved veins. The freakier, the better. And who better to have them than his mother? Fuck. It felt like they were sharing a dreamscape. Maybe they were! It certainly felt as much.
Trent dug his hands in deeper, inadvertently scratching his mother’s thighs enough for them to bleed a bit. Either she wasn’t bothered or simply couldn’t feel it, so caught up in everything else to even notice, but Angela didn’t so much as blink. When Trent noticed, he panicked a bit, pulling his mouth free.
“Mum…”
“I don’t care. Keep going!” Angela shoved Trent’s face back into place, her eye twitching ad she felt some kind of sensation swim over her, her pussy clenching to almost clamping down on her offspring’s wagging tongue. “Ooooohhhh!”
Her eyes rolled back again….
