Amy stood in the center of the living room, seventy feet compared to her son, she was immense and so sexy. Mick stood, eyes wide as she gently put her hands together in front of her cleavage, "You ready, sweetheart"? She asked, a smile bloomed on her face. Mick nodded his head ferociously. Amy closed her eyes and began to focus on her breathing, "Let's begin".  Mick followed her lead.

"Think about a place, somewhere that brings you joy and happiness, and put yourself there". Amy's soft voice soothed her son's soul. He settled into the moment, eyes closed as he listened to her words and her breathing, the thought of the greatest place on Earth took shape: His mother and her incredibly sexy body.

"Breathe in". Amy inhaled through her nose; her chest inflated. Mick did as he was told, breathing in all the air his tiny lungs could manage. He opened one eye and took a quick peek, watching her with great intent. "Exhale". They both released their captured breath simultaneously. Amy's breath washed over her son like a gust of wind, his hair slightly parted. Mick flinched and chuckled, he closed his spying eye. Amy chuckled as well, seemingly enjoying this experience with her little man, "Now, let yourself sink into this place, allow it to envelop you, feel it's warm embrace". Mick shivered slightly while his mother spoke, her voice was soft and yet powerful, a deep, whispering, rumble shook him to the core, as if her voice was carving a path right through him. 'I think she's teasing me'. He began to think of the naughty things they did the night before, it was crystal clear, each passing second of that sexy evening played back in his mind.

Amy took a step towards the coffee table and slowly sat down, she took a padmasana position, right in front of Mick. "Good", he heard his mother whisper, "Focus on that feeling of bliss. Does it fill you up with comfort"? Another pleasurable shiver wracked his body, Mick bit his lower lip as he thought about climbing her massive boobs while she lay on her back, sitting in her cleavage as she squeezed all around him. "Mm..." Mick was beginning to enjoy this little game of erotic yoga, "How does it feel, to be in such a wonderful place"?

Mick simply moaned as he continued to imagine wonderful, sexy, scenarios with his mother: He imagined being used as her dildo, holding him in her hand and gently inserting him into her, but this time he went in headfirst. He imagined the feeling of being inside of her, the warm, squishy walls hugging him all around and her moans reverberated throughout her body brought a smile to his face. "Breathe in again and hold". Mick inhaled, his eyes remained closed, but he could tell Amy was closer to him than before, "Let go", Both mother and son exhaled again, Amy's warm breath washed over him with more force this time.

Her looming presence brought comfort to him and the thoughts of her began to pile on in his mind, eventually he turned his attention to the memories he had being raised by her. Looking back, Amy was an amazing mother, she protected him and loved him with all of her soul, and even now she showed him great endearment. Mick chased these thoughts, these heartwarming memories, of all the wonderful times they spent together, and he once again felt the twinge in his heart, 'There it is again', it quickly grew strong this time, as if it was an unstoppable avalanche of emotions and desires. Mick's mind slowly went blank he began to sink into the feeling, 'I think... I AM in love with my mother'. There was no denying it this time, Mick opened his eyes and looked up at his mom, the feeling swelled inside of him immediately, all the memories came rushing together in a culmination of Amy. Mick blushed a deep red, his erection throbbed, his heart raced faster than any time beforehand. He was dumbfounded, speechless, 'I'm in love with my mom'.

Amy finished her breathing and opened her eyes, she peered down at her son, and noticed he was in a state of astonishment, "Sweetie, are you okay"? Amy leaned closer to her son, he looked away, seemingly mumbling something under his breath, "What was that"?

Mick grit his teeth, his heart threatened to pop right out of his chest, 'I HAVE to tell her', he planted his feet firmly on the coffee table and looked his giantess mother straight in the eye, "Mom", he began, Amy listened carefully, "This has been the greatest experience of my life, I want you to know that". He fumbled his thoughts and shook his head, 'Just get to the point'! Amy remained silent and listened with intent, Mick took a deep breath and spoke, "I want you to know that... I-I'm... " The words were caught in his throat, he felt like he might choke, "Sweetie, take your time, whatever you have to say, I'm sure it will be fine", Amy whispered, her eyes betrayed the desire she had in her heart, a desire to know what her son wanted to say. Mick swallowed as best as he could, the emotions and feelings were overwhelming, he discerned he would pass out any second, 'Now or never'. With one last exhale, Mick declared his feelings with gusto, "Mom, I'm in love with you"!

...

In that moment all was silent, the sentence Mick had uttered reverberated throughout the house in spite of his size. Amy was leaning forward as she sat in front of her tiny son, her eyes were as wide as ever. Mick blushed a red so deep it threatened to turn purple, he felt like dying right there on the spot. He kept his eyes locked on his mom, she too was blushing a deep red, her gigantic face was motionless save for a light 'gulp' that emitted from her throat. Both mother and son sat quietly, just staring at one another. Mick's mind was blank, he was encased by the moment, anxiously awaiting his mother's reply. After what seemed like an eternity, Amy sat straight, still blushing, she kept her eyes on her tiny son and inhaled through her nose. Mick did the same, he braced for her inevitable answer. "You're in love with me"? Amy clarified; her voice shook a bit as the question emerged from her mouth. Mick simply nodded, he said all he wanted to say or at least he had nothing left to say, the ball was in her court now. "Are you serious"? Mick simply nodded. Amy slowly formed a smile; the largest Mick had ever seen. Elation and joy filled her heart, he could see it, she began to glow, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Sweetie", Tears began to flow, "I don't know what to say... I'm... ". Amy brought one hand to cover her mouth as the emotions became too much to bear, her other hand wrapped Mick up and brought him to her giant face. Amy held her son and gave him a gentle kiss, his face was engulfed in the warmth of his mother's majestic lips. When she released him, she smiled, "Oh, Mick, my sweet boy... " Mick knew in his heart that his mother felt the same way, he could see it on her face, she was positively elated. He followed up his confession with another: "I DO love you mom and I want to spend the rest of my life with you". Mick settled his conviction even as the unhinged, taboo words poured out of his mouth, his body was rife with adrenaline, 'THIS is where I want to be'. Amy wiped the tears from her eyes, "I'm... Uh...". The giant woman giggled lightly and sniffed; the tears gently flowed down her cheeks. She opened her palm, Mick stood up and received another wet kiss, he reciprocated, 'Yeah, this feels right'. Mick was retracted from his giant mother's heavenly lips and wiped a bit of saliva from his face, "I just wanted you to know that and... I... uh, understand if you don't feel the same", Mick laid out his feelings, his heart for her, and he knew no matter what her answer was, he would always be in love with her. "Sweetie", Amy gazed into her son's eyes, "I feel the same way and I have for a while". "Good... wait, really"? Mick was caught off guard, "Is that... why you shrank me"? Amy nodded, "Yes and no. It was half the reason". Mick cocked an eyebrow, Amy continued to blush, she averted her gaze, "I... uh... well, I've..." she stuttered, the words were caught in her throat, Mick smiled, "Hey... it's okay, mom, whatever you have to say, I'm right here", He sensed she had another confession to make, but was too embarrassed, so Mick did what any good son would do in this moment, "Mom, hey... I've got a question for you", Amy joined eye contact with her son again and listened, Mick took a deep breath and added pep to his question, "Uh... So, what would you like to do now"? Mick realized the new situation they were both in and tried to break the awkwardness of his mother's hesitation, Amy simply shrugged her shoulders, "I'm... Not sure, this is all new to me". The giantess seemed to relax a bit, Mick pouted his lips and continued, "I've got an idea". Amy leaned closer, "I'm all ears". Mick took a deep breath, "Mom... Will... Y-You go out on a date with me"? Amy's eyes widened and she smiled immediately, as if she knew what he was going to ask, "Of course, yes", Amy was impressed by her son's conviction, watching him grow into the man he was brought great joy to her, "I would love to go out on a date with you"! Mick rode the emotional high of the conversation, it was like asking out his high school crush and hearing her say 'Yes', the happiness and love he felt was indescribable. "Okay... Uh... I'll pick you up at 5pm for dinner and a movie, how does that sound"? Mick asked in a professional tone, he was trying to impress his giantess, but all he got was a girlish giggle. Amy sat up straight and pushed out her bust, "That sounds wonderful, although, I think I will need to pick YOU up tonight, sweetie", Amy giggled again, "Oh, yeah... I guess that's true", Mick chuckled out of embarrassment, he seemed to forget his current height difference with his mom, 'picking her up isn't in the cards'. They both laughed at the silliness of the remark.

'Later that evening...'

The date was on, Amy and Mick were both entering new territory and the rush was exhilarating. Amy changed into a more "date appropriate" outfit - Booty shorts and a flowing, white, tank top that once again barely restrained her immense bust and even more so, it was a light fabric with a low thread count. 'Is there anything mom has that will actually FIT her properly'?

They started off with some board games: Checkers, Charades, and Go Fish. Each one had at least one sexual act involved, whether on purpose or not. Go Fish was simple, albeit with an added rule of 'stripping included. Mick was wrapped in a small, comfy, towel to make the game "fair". During the entirety of the game, Mick could not keep his wandering eyes off of his mother, he noticed that her tank top was the only thing keeping her breasts covered and the fact that it was made out of a lighter fabric left little to the imagination. Mick was lost in the world of Amy's tits, he could see her erect nipples poking through the tank top, they were practically begging him to knead and suck on them. Needless to say, Mick lost. Apparently, playing Go Fish against a giantess, who flaunts her huge body like it's a game of its own, is a guaranteed loss every time. 

Charades was no different, Amy made every possible attempt to put on a sexy act for her son, she groped herself during one of her acts, Mick was unable to guess the correct charade, he indicated it was 'stripping' or 'foreplay', but Amy insisted it was a 'massage' as she gave him a wink. She did the same thing with her rear too, rubbing her ass as she did, Mick wasn't sure what to think, but he knew exactly where to look, her cheeks were pressed tightly into the booty shorts, Amy hunched forward, giving her son a generous view of her butt, Mick was too hypnotized that he failed to give his answers, the timer ran out and Amy was declared the winner. It was 'foreplay' that time. Each word and phrase were turned on its head to arouse her tiny son, and each attempt worked. 

Checkers was more innocent, Mick simply had a hard time moving the checkers pieces around the board, much to Amy's amusement. She felt so sorry for her son she couldn't help but let him win a few rounds. Mick was grateful, but deep down he knew he'd already won the last few games. 'Damn this is one hell of a night'.

...

Next was dinner. Amy made a chicken salad, much to Mick's delight, it was one of his favorites. As they ate, Mick would often stare at his gigantic mom, watching her as she swallowed her food, like before, he became aroused and let his imagination run freely. Amy would catch her son multiple times and call him out for it. She would tease him with her fork and spoon, threatening to scoop him up if he wasn't quick enough to dodge her attempts. It was embarrassing and enjoyable all at the same time.

Lastly was the movie, a chick flick Amy chose. Mick waited on the coffee table as his mother made the popcorn. When she returned, she placed her round booty on the couch, picked up her tiny son from the coffee table and placed him in her cleavage. The warmth of her chest reminded him of being inside of her the night before, 'she is a goddess among mothers. I am such a lucky guy'. The film was almost two hours long and as they watched and ate, Amy would grab a handful of popcorn and take it all in one bite, 'such an insatiable appetite'. Occasionally she would place a few on her boobs and allow her son to eat at his leisure.

There were plenty of laughs both mother and son shared throughout the movie and as it neared its heartwarming ending, Mick found himself lightly stroking his mother's breasts as he started to nod off. Amy looked down at her minuscule son and smiled. The movie ended, the popcorn bowl was empty, and it was late. Amy switched off the TV and brought her hand down to her son. "Sweetie"? She felt him move slightly, "Awe..." She gently wrapped him up in her warm hand and moved him off of her enormous bust, "Are you tired, babe"? Mick simply stirred in her enormous hand. Amy lifted herself off of the couch, turned out the lights and walked into her bedroom.

She set her tiny son on the nightstand and slowly removed her date attire. Once the clothes left her feminine figure, she took a moment to brush her hands along herself, "Mm", Amy moaned, she brought her hands to her breasts, squeezing them together and lightly pinching her nipples. The giantess was aroused, she took one last look at her son, the naughty thoughts began to enter her mind, she wanted nothing more than to have him inside of her. Amy resisted the urge; she knew the right time would eventually come. Instead, she made another choice, her massive hand gently scooped him up. She felt an overwhelming desire to keep her son safe, to be his protector, his goddess. Amy felt a tingle of arousal as she lay on the bed and gracefully placed her tiny son in between her mammoth tits, "Good night, my little man", Amy settled into bed and leisurely drifted off to sleep with the sweet, naughty, thoughts of her new relationship with her son.

'Tomorrow is a new day'.