I didn’t feel like I was ready to face my Mom at this point. I figured it would be better for me to ignore that pie and head for bed.
After a slight hesitation I ran up to my room and got to bed.
I pretended to be asleep until I was sure Mom wasn’t going to come upstairs.
For hours I tried to get my Mom out of my head. All those days shrunk with her as a giantess being her plaything.
I tried to jerkoff to clear my mind but it didn’t completely do the job.
After realizing that Mom hadn’t come upstairs yet I decided to go downstairs and make sure she was ok.
I was shocked to go downstairs to see that the lights were on but Mom was nowhere to be seen.
“Mom?” I called. “Are you here?”
As I walked through the kitchen I looked on the counter and saw an empty pie tin. Suddenly my mind was racing with possibilities.
These possibilities were concerned when I looked down and saw a pile of a black blouse, white long shirt, with a red bra.
“Did she…”
That’s when I saw a lump moving in the clothes. I was 99% sure what it was but I didn’t know what to do. Reluctantly, and like a band aid I lifted the clothes off the ground. My jaw dropped at the sight.
Standing on the kitchen floor, completely naked, and standing at a mere six inches tall was my own mother.
I kneeled down to get a closer look.
“Mom?” I stuttered.
“Hi, Robbie.” She said in a voice slightly high pitched. “Give me a hand?” She said with a blush and smile
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