As you slowly woke up, it took some time for your eyes to adjust to the darkness of wherever you woke up. But as you blinked the sleep away, a familiar sight greeted you.
The cavern you were in was massive and dark, the ceiling and walls stretching out for thousands of feet in every direction. The pink, lubricated ground was soft yet firm to your touch, its musty smell burrowing its way deep into your nose. You could see thick strips of liquid drop from the ceiling onto the ground, and you were coated in a thin layer of it.
Picking yourself up off the ground, you took a few steps before a loud moan echoed in the distance.
"Mmmmmm is my little man awake?" A voice spoke. "Hold on one second, let me get you out of there."
A few seconds later, light blinded you as one side of the cave opened up to reveal a massive finger that was hundreds, if not thousands of times bigger than you. It quickly pushed its way deeper to your position, but just before it overtook you it stopped a few feet away from your perspective. Smiling to this regular ritual, you climbed onto it. The lubricant that coated you glued you to it, and after you tapped the finger a few times it retreated.
The force of the finger's movement still overwhelmed you, but a life spent at your size made it manageable. Pulling out of the cave, you saw the vagina you were ensconced in tower over you briefly before the finger moved past the thick forest that was its owner's bush. The finger continued upwards as you saw the slight pudge of her stomach give way to the two mountains that were a pair of breasts. Mountains would be an understatement, as you were sure that the nipples alone could be considered as such. But before you could admire them, the finger continued past them as you finally gazed upon the face of your lover, caretaker, and goddess:
Karen, your mother.
How you came to have this relationship with your mom was simple. One day, Rachel broke up with you as her plans for college conflicted with her relationship with you. The breakup was devastating, but fortunately Karen was there to comfort you for the next few months. You grew closer to her in that time, and her love for you grew considerably as she couldn't bear to see her son suffer.
Then, about half a year after the breakup, December absentmindedly forgot about you as you tumbled from her hand into a pile of your mom's fresh laundry. Specifically, a pair of her panties. When your mom put them on, you were thrust into the waiting cavern of her pussy where you were trapped for the day. Despite the situation, you weren't horrified by what was happening. Instead, you found yourself growing aroused at where you were. Before long, you were throwing your body against the moist walls and ground in ecstasy.
For her part, Karen didn't realize that it was you, only that she had never felt as horny as she did in years. She even masturbated several times due to the the tingling feeling in her loins.When Karen finally realized what the feeling was, she quickly pulled you out before stammering hundreds of apologies. She felt guilty that she enjoyed getting off to her own son, crying as she called herself a terrible mother.
To her surprise, you admitted that you enjoyed the experience. So much so, you had a proposal: the two of you would hook up regularly, though this time both of you would be aware of it.
Karen was opposed to your idea at first, but she couldn't deny how good you felt inside her. What started as a weekly event turned into a daily habit. Your mom's demeanor changed too - where she was once nervous when you started, she grew more and more confident as she ordered you to please her, which you were all too happy to oblige. Eventually, your mom confessed to you that she wanted to keep you by her side - and inside her underwear - forever. When you said yes, Karen burst into tears of joy.
Since then, you have barely left Karen's body. Turns out that your mom had a bit of a dominance fetish, and she relished in her control over you. Whether its being in her pussy, in her ass, beneath her toes, or clinging to her breasts, your mom has dominated you over the years. But no matter how rough she was, she made sure to never truly hurt you. And despite the indecency, or perhaps because of it, you both love your current relationship.
Gazing at your micro form on your finger, your mom chuckled. "Good morning my micro son, hope you're ready for another day today. Considering how much I felt you wriggling last night, I'm sure you're eager to help me out today."
Karen brought her finger to her mouth to kiss you. The plush, red lips were so much larger than you, but when they touched you they did so gently. You kissed back, as insignificant as that was, but your mom felt it and moaned once again.
Pulling you away, she smiled at you as she explained where you would be going today.
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