With her other hand, Helen reached up and undid the top button of her shirt, revealing a soft swell of cleavage she hadn't seen since high school. "Do you like this, Dylan?" She asked, her voice low and husky. "Do you want to see more?" She pulled the shirt open further, exposing more of her chest. "Mommy is all grown up now, and I need a big, strong boy to help me play with this new body." She reached out with her free hand and traced a finger down the length of his exposed, throbbing cock. "Don't you want to help me, my baby boy?"
Dylan's eyes widened as he watched his mother's hand glide over his crotch, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He could feel himself growing hard beneath her touch, and he knew he couldn't resist her any longer. "Y-yes, Mommy," he stammered, his voice barely audible over the thunder of his racing heart.
Helen smiled down at her son, her gaze filled with love and lust. She knelt down in front of him, her now impossibly long, supple tongue darting out to lick along the length of his cock. She wrapped her lips around him, taking him deep into her mouth as she began to bob her head up and down. The sounds of their ragged breathing filled the room as Dylan's hips bucked helplessly, lost in the sensation of his mother's mouth on him.
Meanwhile, the gun fell to the floor with a clatter, forgotten in the midst of their passion. It was as if it had never even been there. As Helen suckled on her son, she felt him begin to pulse in her mouth, and she knew he was about to release. She held him tightly, milking him for every last drop of his sweet nectar. When he finally came, she swallowed it all, savoring the taste of his essence as it mixed with her saliva.
" I know why you grew me my baby boy. You love it when you big strong mommy is here to help you, but you know I'd need to be taller then you to help you with this. You were just a little bit naughty, weren't you? You wanted your mommy to be big enough to help you with this. Well, I'm glad you used your magic gun on me. I'm big enough now, and I love helping you." Helen said, kissing his still throbbing cock. "But you should be careful, sweetie. That magic gun has some side effects. It might make youl feel very, very horny, but it also makes me younger, ready to breed like a bunny. I love it so much."
She stood up and slowly removed her shirt, revealing her newly large breasts. "You like my mommy milkers don't you my baby boy?" She asked as she cupped them in her hands. Dylan nodded eagerly, his eyes glued to her chest. Helen leaned down and offered her aching nipple to him. "Suck on it, baby," she whispered, and Dylan eagerly obliged, sucking hungrily as his mother's warmth enveloped him.
"It's so nice that the first person you thought of when you found that growth ray was your sweet mother Dylan. It means I raised a very good boy," Helen cooed as she caressed his hair. She knelt down, taking one of his hands in hers, and guiding it to her breast. "You can touch it too, sweetie. Go ahead, feel how soft it is." Dylan smiled shyly and cupped his mother's breast, feeling the weight of it in his hand. "And don't worry about what that gun does to me, Dylan. I'll always be your mother, no matter how old or young I am. And I'll always be here to help you, to love you, and to make you feel good."
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Do you want to make a little baby for me, Dylan? I know how much you've been wanting a little sister or brother to play with. Well, your mommy is ready when you are, my sweet boy." Her other hand slid between them, rubbing their bodies together, the heat and wetness making their skin tingle. "Just say the word, and we can start right now."
Dylan's heart raced as he thought of the many possibilities he could do with his enlarged mommy. He imagined all the naughty things they could do together, all the different positions they could try. He had never felt this way before, not even when he had watched that naughty video last week.Dylan's mind reeled with possibilities as he sat there, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of his mother towering over him. Her long, toned legs and strong arms were a testament to the strength she now possessed, and he couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation at the thought of what they could do together.
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