My Mom Loves it Big
Chapter 3: Life's Not Fair
I didn’t like walking home from soccer alone. But chances were that I’d have to get used to it. Waiting at the edge of the field for Mom to show up was super embarrassing; all the moms felt sorry for me and offered a ride home while their kids laughed behind their backs. There was no way I’d add to my humiliation by getting into a car with them, so I said no.
Once the field was empty, Coach Brian’s son Mark (who’d been filling in for Coach who was sick) asked if I was okay to walk home by myself. Disappointed, I said yes and trudged off. Mark was a nice guy – he didn’t call me ‘maggot’ or humiliate me in front of the others – so I was pretty let down that he didn’t offer to take me home.
I debated if it was worth turning up to the game at all this Saturday. Coach would’ve made me feel like a loser, and Mom wouldn’t even show. She hadn’t been to the last two games.
The walk took me the better part of forty minutes, and by the time I was home my hair was plastered to my face and I was dying for water. My shins ached from two slide-tackles, and the sour taste of dirt was still in my mouth from when Jacobs had ‘accidentally’ knocked me down and ‘accidentally’ pushed my head into the dirt.
I wanted to be angry at Mom, but I was just too worn-out. All I wanted was a tall glass of Coke and three quiet hours in an air-conditioned room, just me and my comics.
As I turned the corner into our street and came into view of our front porch, I noticed a strange car in our driveway.
My heart sank. I might not get the ‘quiet’ part.
As I walked up the porch, I heard quiet murmurs and saw a clean-cut couple at the front door, pressing the doorbell.
“Hey, who are you guys?” I said.
“Oh!” they both jumped, but smiled warmly when they saw me. “Hello there, young man. Do you live here?”
“Yes.”
“Is your mom or your dad home?”
“I bet my mom’s home.” Want to know what she’s up to right now?
“Do you think we could have a word with her?” the woman asked. “It’s about something very important.”
“Is it about your dad? Has he been visiting my Mom at night, too?”
They both stared. “Uh, no. Well, it is about our father. Our heavenly father,” said the man. “We’re here to tell your mother about the Lord Jesus Christ. Tell me, my young friend, does your mother ever speak to you about God and Jesus?”
“She screams out their names sometimes.”
“Oh. And does your mom ever talk to you about your immortal soul, and the day of reckoning?” The woman had the widest, whitest grin I’d ever seen. She sure looked super happy to be talking about the day of reckoning. I gave her a blank look.
“We mean heaven. Does your mom ever teach you about heaven and hell? You know, fire and brimstone, and the pearly gates?”
“Does that have something to do with pearl necklaces?”
They exchanged a look. “No. We mean the gates to eternal paradise.”
“Oh, no. Can I go inside, now?”
“Of course.” They parted, and I reached into my dirty soccer shorts for the keys. “You know, if your mom’s not busy, we would really appreciate a bit of her time.”
“I think she is busy. She’s uh…”
They bent their heads down to me, waiting.
“Praying.”
“Praying? Really?” Their skepticism was written all over their faces.
I shrugged my shoulders and opened the door. “Hear it for yourself.”
“Oh Jesus Christ in heaven your dick is so fucking huge! Yes fuck me, fuck me harder goddam it! Oh God this is so good, this is so fucking good!”
The woman’s eyes were like hardboiled eggs. She looked about ready to faint on our porch. The guy’s face was blushing madly, and I could see him making a slow, unconscious move to get inside the house.
“Peter!” the woman suddenly snapped back to reality and grabbed his arm.
“Oh, yes! Well, um, here, young man.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a handful of pamphlets. “Just, um, give these to your mother and um…” I took them from his hand and tried to close the door, but he tried stepping through the threshold again, peering inside.
“That’s enough, Peter!” His partner tugged roughly on his arm, dragging him onto the porch and away from our front door as fast as possible.
“Bye,” I said as they hurried away.
I wasn’t surprised to find that Mom and the man weren’t doing it in the bedroom. As soon as I stepped into the house, I could hear the familiar squeaking of couch springs in the living room – not completely drowned out by my mother’s vocal serenades to the Lord.
Boy, was she putting on a show. At least the curtains had been drawn.
And then as I passed the living room, I realized just who was in our house.
“Oh no…”
“Hey, maggot!” Coach Brian’s red, weathered face sneered down at me from across the living room. The last thing in the world I’d wanted to see was that dick-cheese’s naked, old body, but there it was. I won’t even go into details – I don’t want to make you sick.
“How was practice?” Coach asked. “Can’t be as good as this. Give me some skin, sport.” He held up his hand, expecting a high-five.
I glared at his stupid, ugly face, wanting nothing more than for the big bastard to drop dead. He shrugged, “Suit yourself, kid.”
“Rogan…” my mom panted between thrusts. “Did you…have a… good… practice?”
The whole time, Coach Brian never let up on the thrusting.
She didn’t seem to realize that I hadn’t answered her. “Baby, baby,” she put a hand on Coach’s bare, pasty chest, “Just stop of a second, K? I’ve got to catch my breath.”
“Damn, son, your Mom sure knows how to wear a man out.” He pulled his dick completely out and I turned away, refusing to believe just how long it was. I heard it make a wet “plop” as it slapped against his thigh. “Hey honey, why not show me that sweet ass and let the snake do a little mud diving?”
A dark look came over Mom’s face. “Get that thought right out of your head, Brian. If you even try that with me, your snake’s going to be short a head.”
He grinned. “Kid, your mom sure knows how to tease.” He flashed me gap-toothed smile.
My mom grabbed the sides of Coach’s face and made him look at her. “And don’t talk about my ass in front of my son, got it? I don’t want him getting any ideas.”
This confused him. “Uh, whatever you say.” And with that he leaned over, wrapped his teeth around one of my mom’s nipples and bit down. Hard.
“OH YOU FUCK!” she shrieked, grabbing him by the back of his blond head. She looked about ready to hit him, when instead she drew his face close to hers and stuck her tongue in his mouth.
“Mom,” I pestered. She kept tonguing him; both of them moaning all the while. “Mom.” She made a half-hearted shooing gesture at me. “Mom, these Jehovah’s Witnesses or something left some stuff for you.” I dropped the pamphlets beside her naked butt on the couch. “And you forgot to pick me up.”
“Mmm…mmm… sorry honey,” she moaned around Coach’s mouth, just as he started to thrust again. “I promise next time I— FUCK!” He pushed himself deep into her, flattening her body against the couch. “Oh you motherfucker, you dirty motherfucker, you fuck me so good. Oh God you fuck me so good!”
“Oh yeah, you like taking the dick, don’t you, bitch?”
Now I was really pissed. And hurt. If it weren’t for my frail ego, I would have just walked out of there and left my stupid Mom with that dickhead and… I don’t know, gone and played video games or something. But goddamn it, every cocky guy I caught banging Mom’s brain into mush made me want to snap. I wanted to beat the snot out of him; kick him in the balls until that big floppy dick receded into his body. I wanted to pull my mom away and give her the hardest, deepest fucking I could.
I clenched my hands into fists. I watched them go at it harder, my mom’s juices flowing out of her pussy onto the upholstery. Her pussy was bright pink, full of heat from the deep, vigorous fucking she was getting. Her nipples were big, round and tight, sticking up in the air. Her eyes rolled back and tears streamed down her cheeks. Her face was contorted in that painful grimace of a woman feeling herself drawing ever-closer to orgasm.
“Mom,” I said. “Mom, there’s someone at the door. There are cops at the door. They want to talk to you.”
Nothing.
“I sprained my ankle in soccer practice today. And I’m going to need stitches on my head.”
She screamed louder.
“Mom, Coach’s wife said she’s coming over and is going to shoot you both.”
Nothing.
That was all I could stand. I stopped myself from screaming obscenities at them both and ran up to my room. Soon, I was on my bed, my face buried in the pillow and my mind reeling with so many emotions. Try as I might, I couldn’t stop the event from playing back in my head – the condescending way Coach Brian referred to me as “maggot” and my mom as “bitch”, the way my mom made me feel like an annoying bug buzzing around her ear. The way she didn’t pay attention to a single word I said. The rage bubbled to surface. I gripped the bed sheets, bit down onto the pillow, and let out a frustrated, angry, bitter cry.
And then, still in my filthy soccer jersey and overwhelmed by sadness and exhaustion, I fell asleep.
And I dreamed.
I dreamed that I was The Unfathomable Blob. Or rather, that I had the same superpowers as The Unfathomable Blob. The shape of my body was completely under my control, and in the dream I annihilated all my teammates on the field. Whenever I kicked the soccer ball, my foot turned into a gigantic purple boot and sent it hurtling to someone. I knocked Jacobs clean off his feet. Then I slide-tackled one of the dicks that had done the same to me, and watched as my gigantic legs sent them spinning into the air and land right on their ugly faces. The mothers gasped from the sidelines, and one even called me a monster.
“Damn right I am!” I declared, and then pulled down my shorts to reveal my throbbing, purple monster cock. That shut them all up. Now they all wanted to take me home, and their stupid sons were all knocked out around the field to say anything.
But I refused them all.
I had a mission.
Elongating my legs, I towered over our small town as I made my way back home. The journey took less than ten steps. Then, when I finally stood over my home I shrank myself down to normal size and didn’t so much open the front door as pull it right out of the wall.
“SURPRISE!” I yelled.
And sure enough, since this was my dream I found exactly what I’d been expecting: Coach Brian on the couch, ‘servicing’ my Mom.
“W-What are you doing here, maggot?” he demanded, infuriated that my violent entrance had interrupted his sex and frightened that a kid like me could actually break through a front door.
“Showing off my soccer skills, Coach,” I said with a wry smirk before expanding my foot to the size of an ironing board, and delivering one swift and heavy kick to his ass. THWACK! I knocked naked bastard right off my Mom. With a whiny yell, I sent him soaring across the room where he smashed comically through the living room wall. I was still totally convinced that everything happening in my dream world was for real, so you can only imagine the rush of excitement that went straight to my head.
Even my Mom was amazed. “Rogan!” she squealed joyfully. “How did you get like this?”
I didn’t know. It was just the way I was and I accepted it. So rather than answer her, I turned to face my naked, half-fucked mother, and with the most self-assured smile in the world I struck a heroic pose with my fists to my hips, and watched her jaw drop as my blob-cock swelled between my legs. “Rogan…” she gasped, her forest-green eyes wide with incredulity. “I…I think like the new you.”
I laughed a victorious laugh as the purple tip of my supernatural dick flopped throbbing to the floor. In the cheesiest superhero voice, I rumbled: “Mom, you haven’t seen a thing yet.”
And with that I tore off the remains of my clothes and leapt onto the couch with her. My turgid monster-cock sought out her waiting pussy and pushed inside. The scream that bellowed from her lips made me ecstatic.
I fucked my Mom with more intensity than ever. I used my exciting victory over Coach Brian to fuel my desire, and was relentless in how deep and hard I went in her. It felt amazing – I was reaching depths of my mother’s body that I’d never felt before. Her screams by my ear were so piercing and sincere that I couldn’t help but smile harder with every thrust. She screamed my name over and over and over again, and while I wasn’t anywhere close to cumming, she cried that she was about to. She begged me not to stop, to let her have this incredible orgasm – one that I knew only I could give her. After all, who else had stuck a throbbing purple monster cock inside of her?
Mom bit down on my ear, her steamy breath pulsing against my skin. She said over and over and over again: “Don’t stop, don’t stop, I‘m almost there, baby, almost there…”
And then I woke up.
In my half-conscious stupor, I looked down expecting to see the gargantuan, purple cock of my dream world. Instead, I found a fresh white mess on the front of my already dirty soccer shorts. My heart flooded with disappointment that for once in my life, the amazing things I had in my dreams couldn’t follow me back to real life.
I latched onto whatever remaining images of the dream I had. I recalled looking down and seeing that incredible thing hanging between my legs that my mother would love more than any other cock in the world. I replayed the part where I kicked Coach through the wall, taking a silly satisfaction in the feeling of his old butt slamming against my foot. I thought about how great it felt to see Mom smile as I leapt on top of her with that massive prick and fuck her like she’s never been fucked before. It was a thought that was at once satisfying and disheartening, because there was no way on earth I’d be able to do that to her.
It was already evening, and the sun was beginning to set behind the distant horizon. Silence filled the house. Coach must have gone home ages ago, which probably meant Mom was fast asleep and I’d have to make my own dinner. Again.
I peeled off my dirty (and now sticky) soccer shorts and made my way to the bathroom. As I stumbled around the corner, something bright caught my eye in the living room. It was Mom’s notebook – still on. My mind wandered back to the fact that I would never have a penis like that in my dream… but found myself refusing to believe it.
There had to be a way to get bigger. There just had to be.
Forgetting my initial goal to wash the muck off me, I planted my bare butt down on the seat and opened Chrome. I began a search: HOW TO MAKE MY DICK BIGGER.
I found everything from pills, pumps and powders to exercise routines and weird stretchy devices. And I was willing to try any of them… until I found a forum where people shared their disappointment (and sometimes pain) with some of these. All the pills and powders sounded bogus, and the pumps worked only a little before their dicks went back down to normal. The exercises and stretchy devices looked like they could work, but most people said it took months before they actually got bigger. And I was only a kid – what if I did something wrong and somehow messed up my dick forever?? All of these answers were too scary and unpredictable for me to want to try them.
As I scrolled down, waiting for the answer to jump out at me, I noticed a thread with hundreds of views but only two replies. It said: “Trying something a little different”
I clicked on it, and what I found completely changed the way I looked at my problem.
The thread was written by a guy named “micromaster1969”. He had no avatar, but at the bottom of his post (which I later learned was called a ‘signature’) he had these words: “When life gives you lemons, build a lemon cannon and take over the world.” Which made sense when I read what he had posted.
As someone whose struggled with MP his whole life, I’ve found that nothing out there really works because I have so little to work with. (I quickly jumped around the forum and found that MP meant ‘micro penis,’ and was amazed to find that some grown-ups out there were born with dicks that were smaller than even mine!) So I took an unconventional road. I BOUGHT A STRAP-ON! (He then posted pictures of a big black rubber toy that hung from his waist. It had a weird head that looked more like a flat mushroom and along its side was a bunch of big round bumps). I know I’ll probably get shit on for this since it didn’t actually make my dick bigger but come on guys, some of us have to be realistic. None of this other shti is going to work for us. If your as desperate as me go to Build-a-Cock and give yourself a package you deserve.
I didn’t know what to think. It was such a weird idea – strapping on a big fake dick? But I had to admit, it did look pretty monstrous, and made me think back on the blob-cock from my dreams. My heart was racing – I was suddenly keen on the idea. Maybe… maybe this is what I needed!
The first comment read: WTF?? Yeah keep dreaming you have a big black dick buddy while the rest of us actually work to make gains. 0/10. And the next comment was: Stupid, shilly and irrelevant. Thread closed.
I clicked on the link in his post and it took me to the Build-a-Cock website. What I found was amazing. Like the name suggested, you could build any kind of cock you wanted! The basic shape could be like a normal penis, or like a tentacle, or all sorts of different weird and amazing things. And they could be any size you wanted! Then, after you chose the shape and size, you could add what they called ‘accessories’, which were things like extra bumps and ridges, and even something they called a ‘dolphin’, which looked like an extra little dick on the top of it that hummed. And finally, you could choose if it would be just a toy by itself, or if you wanted it to be a strap-on like micromaster1969’s.
But something was very obvious to me as I moved through the site, looking at all the different options. The bigger the toy and the more ‘accessories’ you gave it, the higher the price went. Heck, even a plain small one with nothing fancy costed two-hundred dollars.
I had seventy-five dollars and fifteen cents in my Unfathomable Blob money bank.
A wave of disappointment hit me. I suddenly felt very stupid for getting ahead of myself and not thinking about the fact that, hello, I was just a kid! How would a kid hold of something like this that only adults were supposed to use?
Sick with disappointment and trying desperately to keep the frustrated tears from pouring out, I stepped back and leant against the couch. The very same couch that Mom and Coach had been doing it on before.
There was no way I could ever sit on that couch again. I instead slid down to the floor, pulled my knees up and buried my face in my arms. I gritted my teeth and tried, tried, tried to keep the tears at bay. I already felt like nothing more than a dumb kid, the last thing I needed was to start bawling.
I sniffed and shifted, feeling uncomfortable on the floor. Something dug into my left cheek. I shifted over and kicked whatever it was. It felt like leather against my bare foot.
I wiped my eyes and looked down to find a black leather square next to my foot. I’d never seen it before, but knew exactly what it was.
I ripped it open and saw Coach Brian’s ugly face staring back at me.
Hallelujah.
No way. I was…I was holding Coach’s wallet in my hand. He had fifty dollars and three credit cards in it. I rushed back to Mom’s notebook. Payments can be made by PayPal or credit card. The following cards are accepted…
“YES!” I cheered, and then covered my mouth. All was quiet. I could build my dream dick right here and now, and have it shipped right to our door…
No way. I couldn’t risk Mom finding out about it. Heck, it would probably arrive while I was at school, meaning that Mom would have to sign off on it.
I scrolled through the page frantically. We offer domestic delivery through UPS or FedEx, or you can pick it up from our shop at—
The latter was my only option. Their shop was in my state, but it looked to be two hours away. Not that I couldn’t get away for half a day to make the trip on a bus – Mom never cared what I did as long as I didn’t bug her – but making such a long trip on my own was pretty daunting. Stranger danger and all that.
But what choice did I have? Everything else had fallen into place for me. I couldn’t let something as simple as distance get in my way. I took a deep breath, squeezed Coach Brian’s credit card in my hand, and got to work building my new cock.
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