"Come on, Tim!" Melody calls out, watching her son, you, climb up the steep hill.
Your mother decided to go camping for vacation this year and you had no choice, but to go. A summary of your appearance would be average height, thin, and blonde. Meanwhile, your mother, Melody, was over nine feet tall, double F cup boobs, wide hips with each ass cheek 66' inches, and muscles thick as tree trunks (she resembles Buliara from LoZ, but white with regular, human ears, and thicker muscles). Working as both a full body fighter and manager of a bank, she was finically okay, despite the former requiring her to eat a lot of food and has plenty of time to do whatever she wants. Being a tomboy as a kid, she never grew out of it and always acted immature, making your friends believe she's your super hot sister. Having no sense of personal space, she always intrude into your personal life, wanting to take a bath with you, regardless of age, and shows eagerness whenever you invite her somewhere ever since you father passed away. She's very clingy, to the point of chasing other girls away and very persistent when focused on something.
Currently, she was wearing military cargo pants, which defined her curves and was being sucked in her ass crack, yet tight enough show off how big it was. Meanwhile, a white tank top struggling against her massive mammaries, revealing her muscles and 8 pack abs to the world. You were holding your sleeping bag and survival backpack with some food while your mom was carrying everything else, minus the car, without breaking a sweat. Reaching the hill's top, was a clearing more than large enough to pitch a tent up. Getting the tents up didn't take long due to your mom's giddiness and once your tent done, you laid the bedroll before laying on it. Staring at the ceiling for a while, Melody comes in and starts cuddling with you.
"M-mom, what the hell!" You shout, slip your way out her grasp before she has a chance to get a good grab on you.
"I told not to do that again!" You scold her, Melody shaking her head no, and you turn around in annoyance as sigh in frustration.
It amazed you how a full grown woman would act like a child.
"What's wrong with spending time with me, Tim?" Your mother asks, hugging you tightly from the behind, her boobs pushing against your back, your arousal levels rising.
You were about to respond when your mom's stomach growled loud enough for both of you to clearly hear it.
"That's one hell of a bear," she chuckles nervously.
"That's your stomach, Melody," you said, your mother wincing at you saying her name.
Planning to get some food for her, she refused to let go of you, much to your chagrin, and you sigh in defeat.
"What?" You ask, Melody fidgeting a bit.
"Well..."
What was it she wanted?
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