A Tower of Protection

 

A Tower of Protection

By Ramvo

Gloria stood at an imposing seven feet tall, her broad hourglass frame filling any doorway she passed through. At forty-two years old, she was a force of nature, busty, strong, and endlessly energetic. With classic beauty features, including deep blue eyes and long blonde curly hair, she had been a sight to behold since she was a young teenager. Now, her body had matured into a curvy, attractive figure with huge, turgid breasts (which her flimsy tops barely contained), long, thick, feminine legs (including powerful thighs and well-muscled calves), wider hips, and a big, perfectly rounded butt with muscular glutes she loved to display wearing tiny denim shorts. She loved to work out every day, and her sculpted body was evidence of her devotion to exercise and fitness.

Her son George, by contrast, had always been small, skinny, and weak. Now twenty-five, he barely reached four feet six and had the slender, almost delicate build of someone who preferred books and computers over gyms or sports. He was an online teacher while studying for a postdoc in data science. The size difference was so big that people often mistook them for aunt and nephew rather than mother and son. Gloria never corrected them. In her mind, George would always be her little boy who needed looking after… but her protectiveness sometimes went too far!

“George! Breakfast!” Gloria’s voice boomed through their large suburban home like a friendly thunderstorm. George ran into the kitchen, still in his pajamas, while Gloria was wearing only a flimsy pink negligee that barely covered her amazing assets. As usual, Gloria was wearing under her negligee only a tiny top that barely held her humongous breasts, and a bottom that covered almost nothing of her alluring glutes and pussy.

Their size difference was so big that even standing on tiptoes, the top of his head did not even reach the middle of his mother’s lavish chest. Her hips were so wide that he had to struggle to embrace them with both of his arms, but in contrast, her waist was still narrow and firm. One of her thighs was thicker than George’s chest, and one of her calves had more muscle than his whole body! 

George took a look at her huge teats, her perfectly sculpted thighs and calves, and her lavish ass and couldn’t help getting excited and ashamed at the same time.

Gloria had already set his plate on the table, consisting of oatmeal, fresh fruit, eggs, and a tall glass of milk. A portion big enough for two normal adults.

“Mom, I’m twenty-five,” he sighed, climbing onto the reinforced stool she kept especially for him. “I can make my own breakfast.”Gloria placed her hands on her wide hips and looked down at him with that familiar mixture of love and stern authority. 

“And I can still carry you under one arm if I need to. Eat little man. You’re too skinny. You’ll disappear in a strong wind.”

George knew better than to argue when she used that tone. He picked up his spoon while Gloria watched, arms crossed, making sure every bite was taken. She had been like this his entire life, intensely protective. When he was a child, it was cute. As an adult, it was… overwhelming, and in public it was utterly humiliating.

George tried to finish his breakfast, but it was simply too much food! Gloria, realizing that he was not going to eat anymore, sat beside him and, lifting him by his armpits placed him astride one of her meaty feminine thighs.

“No, please mom!! " Don’t do this!” he begged, but Gloria only put a finger on his lips and began moving her leg up and down, giving her son a pony ride like he was still a toddler. 

“Shush, little one, I know you love my pony rides,” Gloria said, as her leg moved George up and down effortlessly. “Besides, I’m doing this just to make sure you have a good digestion,” she added as she held him, encircling his waist with her strong yet feminine hands.

With a mixture of shame and excitement, George spent the following 10 minutes riding his mother’s enticing thigh. He always got a boner. Every time his mother made him ride one of her beautiful legs, he just couldn’t help it, and it was utterly humiliating! 

But the most humiliating part was that the up and down motion and the direct contact with one of his mother’s silky skin and muscular feminine legs always made him cum and stain his underwear!!

And it seemed that his mother enjoyed getting him excited because at the end of every pony ride she would playfully squeeze his crotch and check if George had cummed in his underwear.

George closed his eyes, put his hands on the skin of her mother’s beautiful thigh and tried not to enjoy the ride, but it was useless. Her skin was so soft and silky, but at the same time, he could feel the powerful and imposing muscles beneath. So powerful, dominating, and feminine at the same time!

Up and down he went, straddling Gloria’s vast thigh. Up and down for a long time, becoming dizzy, ashamed, and horny at the same time. The feeling of being so tiny compared to his own mother, the beauty of her, her incredible strength, and her dominating demeanor were an intoxicating combination.

“Giddy up,” Gloria said playfully, “enjoy the ride, baby… you know you love it” she whispered into George’s ear.

Finally, as usual, George shot into his underwear.

“Oooooh,” George moaned as he ejaculated copiously while massaging Gloria’s powerful thigh.

“I see my little man is very pleased,” Gloria said, giggling, “let me check you”, she added as she reached his crotch with one hand. “Yes! I did it again! I made my little man touch the sky again!” she said proudly. 

“Please mom, this is not ok!” George said as Gloria hugged him tenderly.

“I just want to make sure that my little man is still happy living with his mom”, Gloria said as she squeezed his crotch a few more times. “When you get a girlfriend, maybe I will stop,” she added, teasing him. George blushed, knowing very well that he had no talent with women, and the prospect of having a girlfriend was not very realistic.

Then, Gloria removed her tiny top and guided George’s head towards her humongous warm chest.

“Why don’t you show mommy how much you liked this pony ride?” Gloria said. George opened his mouth and began suckling on one of Gloria’s big, turgid nipples. As her erect nipple filled his mouth, George sucked and moved his tongue around it, sending waves of pleasure through all of Gloria’s amazonian body.

“That’s my boy,” she sighed and shivered, “keep sucking, we still have time until your online job,” she added as George applied more suction on her huge, erect nipple.

George sucked, sucked, and sucked while massaging her other huge teat with one of his hands. As he groped her, the sheer size and softness of her teats always astounded George.

Gloria closed her eyes and enjoyed every moment. She was getting wetter and wetter while her son’s skillful mouth kept suckling her nipple.

Finally, Gloria moaned and sighed loudly, and a stream of hot milk filled George’s mouth. She couldn’t help it either. Every time George sucked one of her sensitive nipples, she would get very excited and cummed while shooting milk into his mouth.

“Yesss! Yess baby!, take it all, drink all of momy’s milk” she moaned as her fluid filled his mouth and went down his throat directly into his stomach. “Momy loves you,” she sighed as she caressed his head and squeezed his crotch a few more times.

George tried to swallow all of her milk, but his stomach was already full from the plentiful breakfast. Milk began to drop from his mouth while his lips were still sealed around Gloria’s tender nipple. He tried to move away from her teat, but Gloria kept him firmly in place using one hand until she finished shooting her milk into him.

“Don’t move baby! I’m almost done,” she sighed and moaned while emptying herself into her son’s mouth.

“Try not to spill it” she added, “it’s good for you”. George could only mumble as he tried to swallow it all.

“Good boy,” Gloria said as George finished drinking her milk. “You swallowed it all, I knew you could do it!” she added as she kissed him on his sweaty forehead.

After the pony ride, George’s orgasm,  the suckling, and Gloria’s own orgasm, she announced the day’s schedule. “You have that remote job thing at ten. You’ll work at the dining table where I can see you. No slouching in your room all day. And remember, no junk food deliveries. I’m keeping the front door locked until lunch.”

“Mom, I’m not a prisoner,” George protested weakly. Gloria bent down, her massive frame casting a shadow over him, and gently but firmly ruffled his hair. “You’re my baby, George. The world is big and dangerous, and you’re… well, you’re pocket-sized. I’m not taking any chances.” George knew trying to convince his mother was of no use. He always felt owned and subdued next to her.

While George taught his classes, Gloria exercised in the next room. She had changed into a tight-fitting blue spandex top, completely outstretched by her mammoth breasts, and tiny g-string of the same color that got deeply swallowed in her butt crack and covered almost nothing of her sweaty pussy. 

George got distracted very often, beholding her massive body, exercising every muscle of her luscious body. Her huge, shaking teats made him shiver, and her swaying hips and muscular yet feminine legs made him blush.

“Teacher, are you ok?” one of his students asked him when he stood frozen for several seconds, watching his mother doing some deadlifts.

“What? oh yeah, yes! I’m fine!” he babbled, “let’s continue with large language models!” he added nervously.

By lunchtime, George had managed to finish most of his tasks, but Gloria wasn’t satisfied. After her workout, Gloria had showered and was wearing nothing but a tiny bathrobe. She prepared lunch for her son and picked him up to feed him.

She scooped him up, literally lifted him off the chair with both hands as if he weighed nothing, and carried him to the living room couch.

“Mom! Put me down!” he yelped, legs dangling.

“Hush. Time for a break. You’ve been staring at that screen too long.” She sat down, placing him on her lap. Even sitting on her lap, she towered over him. She pulled out a large plate of vegetables, grilled chicken, and rice. “Open wide”, she commanded.

“I can feed myself!” George protested.

“Last time you ‘fed yourself,’ you survived on energy drinks and chips for three days. Not on my watch.” She held a forkful in front of his mouth with the calm authority of someone who had zero doubt she would win this battle.

George sighed and accepted the bite. Fighting Gloria was like fighting gravity; eventually, you just gave in. Her alluring teats were just inches from his face again, and George had a hard time concentrating on eating instead of staring directly into her lavish mammaries.

After the salad, Gloria announced George’s next task.

“Time for mommy’s massage!” she said happily and handed George a bottle of oil.

George sighed and followed Gloria as she walked towards the backyard. His gaze was fixed at her swaying hips and the perfect flesh-spheres of her butt while he walked behind her.

At the backyard, Gloria placed a towel and lay face down on it. She nonchalantly removed her bathrobe and waited.

“Come on baby, I’m waiting”, she urged George. 

George obliged. He poured some oil in his hands and began massaging his mother’s well-muscled back.

“Mmmmh, you’re so good,” she purred, “I know you’re gonna make some lucky girl very happy!”.

George blushed as he began to massage and rub her magnificent buttcheeks. As his skillful hands worked on her meaty sphere, Gloria sighed and moved her hips from side to side, pleased.

After several minutes of paying attention to her derriere, George began massaging the back of her luscious thighs and calves.

“Good boy, good boy” Gloria sighed while George took his time too, massaging, rubbing and caressing her marvelous legs.

“Kiss mommy’s booty, baby,” Gloria said once she was satisfied with the massage. George bent and began pressing his lips on the oily surface of Gloria’s lavish moon-halves. George took his time worshipping his mother’s magnificent derriere. 

Gloria sighed, feeling George’s mouth all over her perfect meat-hills. After a while,  when she was satisfied, she turned around and ordered George to massage the front of her legs too.

When it was time to massage her breathtaking breasts, Gloria playfully hugged George and, turning around, began to smother him with her sweaty teats.

“Mmmjhpgh” George tried to talk, but his mother’s enormous frontal assets and her amazonian weight kept his mouth sealed and his body immobilized.

“What are you saying? I can’t hear you, little man,” Gloria teased him while George squirmed hopelessly under her.

“Please mom, let me go!!” George begged when she lifted herself a little bit.

“No way, little man. I’m just showing you how helpless you are”, Gloria said while pushing down on him again. “This is for your own good. I have to show you how you still need your mommy to keep you safe in this dangerous world.”

Gloria kept him under her for a few more moments until she sensed he was desperately fighting to breathe. When Gloria finally lifted her breasts from him, George was panting and sweating profusely.

“Mom… this… is… not right…” George mumbled as Gloria stared at him smiling triumphantly.

“Nevermind, baby.” She said reassuringly while kissing his sweaty forehead, “this is for your own good… just like this!” she added while shoving one of her aroused, turgid nipples into George’s mouth.

George found himself suckling on one of his mother’s huge nipples again. “That’s a good boy” Gloria moaned while George closed his eyes and sucked. “Mommy’s milk is gonna make you stronger…” she added as she closed her eyes too.

George’s mind was in turmoil again as he stayed under his dominant, amazonian mother and his mouth kept sealed around her hard nipple. He just couldn’t justify himself, feeling so utterly subdued and excited at the same time. His shame grew when he felt his mother’s hand squeezing his crotch. 

“My little boy is very happy again,” Gloria whispered while her hand began to jerk George’s erect penis skillfully. “And I’m gonna make him even happier soon…”. 

As her hand continued to masturbate George, Gloria enjoyed his energetic sucking mouth on her teat. “Geez. This boy sucks like a leech,” she thought to herself, “he seems so thirsty for my milk…I won’t disappoint him”.

George felt his orgasm growing as Gloria’s hand manipulated his erect cock. Meanwhile, he kept sucking on his teat and massaged the nipple of her other teat with one of his hands. It always marveled him how tiny his hands looked and felt compared to the size of Gloria’s mammoth breasts. 

He was also very skilled at caressing and massaging his mother’s breasts and, as he began shooting cum into his mother’s hand, her warm, thick milk also began pouring into his mouth copiously.

Both son and amazonian mother cummed together and, while enjoying the aftermath of their respective climaxes, Gloria whispered more reassuring words into George’s ear. “This is my good boy. You’ll see that mommy’s milk is gonna make you taller and stronger”. She added while caressing his face.

“I doubt that”, George said to himself. “I know this is not right, but still I can’t help getting so horny when I suck her and when her milk fills me to the rim! Maybe I just enjoyed being dominated and feeling so tiny next to her. Maybe…I’m just a weakling and a creep!!” His thoughts overwhelmed him as he remembered how much he enjoyed watching videos of female domination, amazons, and mixed wrestling (where females always proved their superiority over males). His favorite hold was breast smothering!!

Suddenly, Gloria moved forward and straddled George’s face. “Time to make mommy even happier!” she commanded as she guided his mouth towards her already soaked pussy. ”Suck me there too,” she commanded, and George obliged as he began sucking her erect clitoris like it was another one of her big nipples. 

George applied his suckling skills to worship his mother’s labia and clit for a long time while feeling so tiny and helplessly trapped under her amazonian body. Meanwhile, Gloria began caressing one of her teats with a hand as she used the other one to keep George’s face firmly in place. In short time, she began moaning louder and louder.

Her juices began to flow into his mouth as his lips and tongue worked on Gloria’s most sensitive parts. Her sweet nectar and salty sweat filled his mouth as his mother got more and more excited. Her moans and sighs became even louder as George manipulated her clit and labia with expertise. 

“This boy is gonna make one lucky amazonian girl very happy someday,” Gloria thought to herself while enjoying George’s ministrations on her aroused pussy. “But meanwhile, he is all mine!”

While George kept sucking and lapping, Gloria massaged her sensitive nipples and whispered. “What a good little boy you are… I’m gonna feed you one more time soon,” she sighed. 

Finally, George’s skillful mouth made Gloria reach another explosive climax as she filled his mouth this time with her vaginal juices. While she moaned and sighed loudly, she kept his face tightly against her swollen pussy, making it harder and harder for George to breathe. 

“Plssded mom!!” George mumbled helplessly as Gloria began rubbing his face against her soaked pussy. George tried with all his might to free himself, but he was no match for Gloria’s amazonian strength. 

“Shhhh baby, just a little more… a little more,” she said excitedly, “let mommy enjoy your sweet face for a little longer!” she added as she massaged her glistening pussy with his nose and mouth for several moments that seemed like hours to George!

Finally, Gloria let George’s head go, and it fell on the grass. “Mom, you almost drowned me!” George complained as he coughed and rubbed the back of his head. George was a pitiful sight as his face was red and completely soaked in her viscous juices and sweat. Even his hair was drenched in her feminine fluids!!

“I’m sorry, baby. I enjoyed it so much that I got carried away. But I promise that I’ll do something nice for you later to compensate you.” she added as she picked George up and carried him on her hip like he was a little child.

Gloria carried George towards their house while he panted and tried to recover from her assault. 

TO BE CONTINUED