Muscle Mom's Little Something Extra

A Vampire/Amazonboy tribute - based on "Muscle Mom 1" by Vampire 


I was returning home after almost 4 years. I worked for the army corps of engineers in the Middle East, and the few vacations I had we spent with my then-girlfriend’s family in Italy or just traveling around Europe.
My mom was waiting for me at the airport. At 45 years old she looked amazing; she seemed much bulkier than I remembered her, and at first I thought she had put on some weight, but her still-pretty face had no sign of fat, and when I hugged her it was obvious even through her heavy winter clothing that it was not fat - she felt really muscular!

She wrote me two years ago that she was going to the gym regularly and loving it, but I never took it seriously. I complimented her on this as we were driving home. She smiled happily. “Yeah, I really liked it - it just clicked for me. I’ve been going 6 times a week for almost 16 months, now!” I whistled, impressed. ‘Never took you for the athletic type, mom. Good on you!” I really was impressed - but I had no idea just how much she had changed.

I woke up late, the next morning, still jet lagged. I went down to the kitchen, where mom was making breakfast. She was wearing a large t-shirt over sweatpants, but I could tell that her back and shoulders were really wide.
“Wow, mom, you weren’t kidding about the gym! Your shoulders look crazy wide!”
She smiled proudly. ‘Well, you ain’t seen nothing yet! Take a look at this.” She rolled up her left sleeve, revealing a very ripped, very powerful-looking arm. I touched her bare arm and was amazed by the tightness and muscularity of her biceps, and then she curled her arms. Her biceps exploded into raw pumped muscles atop her meaty triceps. Her flesh was iron hard. Her egg shaped bicep was certainly bigger and stronger than mine. I let go of her arm after trying in vain to squeeze it. 
"Oh My God!" I exclaimed. “Mom, this is unbelievable! Your arm, it’s… well, huge!”

She smirked. “That it is - but god had nothing to do with it, just a lot of hard work and dieting.” She put her right hand on her bicep, stroking it lightly. “This puppy is almost 16 inches when pumped!” She looked at my own reedy arm. “So, what about you? Your muscles seem to be half the size they were in high school! All those years of good living in the desert with your Italian girlfriend and her pasta...” she rubbed my arm, roughly. “You’ve gotten too soft!”
“Com’n, mom, that’s not fair…!” I tried to jerk my arm away, but my mom seemed to be in a playful mood. She suddenly grabbed me by my arms, her large hands completely surrounding my soft biceps. Veins jutted out of her sinewy forearms as she tightened her grip on each of my biceps and slowly, unbelievably, started to lift me in the air... My mom was an inch shorter than my 5’11”, But in a matter of seconds my feet were dangling a foot off the ground…!

"Mom, what are you doing?" I shouted, alarmed.
She laughed affectionately, putting me down. "Just kidding, Jacky..."
My face probably showed my feeling of fear (mixed with admiration and embarrassment), as mom hugged me, saying: “I’m sorry, it’s just been so long and I missed you so much - and I guess I feel a little resentful… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
Now I was feeling sorry… "It’s alright mom. Don't feel sorry, I over-reacted."

Mom perked up, and smiled mischievously. As she got back to the food on the counter, she asked me over her bulging shoulder: "So tell me, Jack. Does this make you feel scared, your mom being stronger than you?"
This made me really uncomfortable, but I tried to be an adult about it. "I don't know mom. Yeah, maybe I AM scared a bit… But I can adjust."
"Thanks, son."

But that incident stayed with me all throughout the day. And the worst thing was, whenever I thought about it, I felt myself getting erect… the thought of my mom’s muscle bound arms holding me, my feet hanging in the air, was really turning me on!
I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I knew that I just HAD to see her body. I was at job interviews, all day, but all I could think about was that body, hidden by the huge shirt… those wide, pumpkin-sized shoulders, her thick, shapely neck, her large breasts - I had to SEE!
 I knew it was wrong, and I was really fighting with myself… I tried to stay away, not to see her, and so I came back home late in the evening. Mom was watching TV in the living room, but shortly after I came in she told me she was turning in. She kissed me goodnight and went up to her bedroom.

I went up myself, 10 minutes later, hoping that I tired myself out enough so I’d just fall asleep immediately… but, as I passed her room, I noticed the light coming out of her bedroom door keyhole. It was a large keyhole for a large key, and there was no key in the door… As if in a trance, I tiptoed over, leaned down and peeped.
She was standing in the middle of the room, and all I could see were her butt and thighs; but, oh, what a sight…! She was wearing a thong panty, and it barely covered anything - her butt was very large, very round, and apparently very muscular. I could tell she was unfastening her bra, and saw the play of muscles on her lower back, as her mighty arms went backwards, around that wide back. She was singing to herself, softly, and this almost drove me crazy… and then she bent forward, and her majestic butt was almost directly in my face, her asshole barely covered, peeking at me from behind the tiny cover of her thong…
I could hold myself no longer. I released my gigantic throbbing erection from my pants, and started beating myself frantically - thinking about her gigantic bicep, her powerful butt, those tantalizing breasts that I still needed to see… I somehow remembered to put my jacket over my penis, and I was ejaculating into it like crazy, my eyes closed, barely holding myself from groaning, when I heard the doorknob turning. Opening my eyes I saw mom standing in the open doorway, dressed in a tiny tank top and thong, looking at me incredulously.
“What THE HELL are you doing?!”

I was standing there, my now-spent, semen-covered penis in one hand, the other holding my crumpled jacket, that had tiny droplets of semen coming out of it, dripping to the floor. What could I say? What WAS there to say?
“Mom, I’m… I’m sorry, I just… I just couldn’t control myself, you’re just… just so, so…”
"So Sexy..." She completed my sentence.
I lowered my eyes. "Yes, mom."

There was a moment of silence. After a moment I gathered the courage and looked up. And my breath caught in my mouth. Her silken tank top started just above her navel, revealing the bottom part of very massive, washboard abs, that seemed almost out of place on her fairly small waist. The top was cut low, revealing her generous breasts, the dark nipples thrusting against the silken fabric. It also showed off her large, well-defined pecs, that were pushing her beautiful breasts even farther forward. On top of it were her wide, craggy shoulders, her thick trapezius tapering of to a thick, graceful neck...I followed it all and looked at her face - and she was smiling. She seemed to be amused by this.

“So, my son is a pervert who is turned on by his own mother’s body - is that it?”
I swallowed my saliva, hard. “Mom, I… l’m really…”
As I struggled to find words, her look of amusement disappeared, a predatory gleam coming into her eyes. I felt alarmed, and tried to step back, but she was too quick. Her thick, muscular arms lashed out, and she caught my wrists, easily pulling my hands aside. Unable to meet her stare I looked down, only to note that my penis was stirring again… I’ve just blown a full load not a minute ago, and it was already growing! I raised my head, only to encounter a pair of lips and a searing kiss.

Our bodies pressed together as one. Her strong hand slid down my back, cupping
my buttocks and holding me to her. Hesitating, my tongue joined hers in frantic, heated exploration. A sweet, silken moan rose in her throat as my bulging manhood, now almost at full size, pressed against her hard, unforgiving body. She broke our kiss, and looked at me deeply. Her rough hands were holding my buttocks, pressing my body against her, her soft breasts squishing into me, the nipples large and hard against my soft flesh, my penis now at a size it has never been before, rubbing against the bricks of her abs, almost reaching up to her breasts. She smiled, feeling it throbbing against her body.
“So, son, you’d like to put your little penis in mom’s vagina?”
I mumbled, “yes, please…”

She laughed. “Well, that’s too bad, because you can’t.” She laughed again at the look of agony on my face. “Don’t worry, I got something almost as good for you.”

Her hands dug into my buttocks, painfully, and she lifted me off the floor as if I weighed nothing. Turning, she carried me into her bed room, and dumped me unceremoniously on her bed. I sat up, and looked at her worshipingly. She raised her monstrous arms, and took her tank top off, throwing it on a chair. Locking my eyes with hers, she lifted her arms, and struck a double-bicep pose. My jaw dropped as I watched the mountain-like peaks that jumped up as she flexed, huge veins snaking around them like ropes. Muscles were jumping out all over her body, her thighs corded with writhing muscles and snaking veins. I gulped, hard.
She smiled, that dangerous glint back in her eye.
“So, you think you are ready for this?”
That one I could answer easily.
“Yes, mom, yes! I’m ready!”
She laughed. “Well, we’ll see…” She relaxed her pose, put her mighty arms and told me to take all of my clothes off, then turned and went into the bathroom. I didn’t need to be told twice; I jumped up from bed, almost tearing my clothes off my body… I finished and laid back on the bed, full of anticipation.

The lights went off in the room, the lights from the bedroom the only illumination. Mom stepped out, slowly. She stood still for a minute, her profile turned to me - her breasts hanging proud, defying her 45 years and the Erath's gravity, her magnificent butt jutting backwards, impossibly large, impossibly round, and… and…

A strap-on.

She was wearing a strap-on dildo. 8 or-9 inches of dark, menacing-looking plastic cock, fixed against her vagina, a black leather belt running over her large hips, standing out from her silhouette, accentuating her shapely torso.

I gasped out loud. My happy erection was shrinking almost as fast as it grew before. I struggled to my feet, feeling real panic. “Mom, I don’t… I’m not sure I…” she was now standing in front of me, her eyes amused. She pushed me, lightly, and I fell back on the bed. She stroked her shaft, thoughtfully. “Oh, I think you’ll like it, in time. Just give it a chance… remember how much you used to hate mushrooms as a kid? It grows on you.”
I was trembling now as I sat up on the bed. “Mom, please… I… I just don’t want this…”

She considered this for a moment, then nodded and stepped aside. “OK. Good night - don’t forget to brush your teeth.”
I stood up, uncertain. “So - that’s it?”
“Yep. See you in the morning.”
She was standing, gigantic arms on wide hips, waiting.

“Oh.” I stood for a moment, torn between deep, primal fear and even stronger lust. I glanced at her giant rod, shuddered, and sat back down on the bed. “Please… just be gentle…”
Her beautiful face lit up as she smiled. She stood over me, kissed me gently on my forehead, and held my chin in her strong hand, gazing deep into my eyes. “Of course I’ll be gentle, baby - I’m your mom…”

She pushed me down on my back, and leaned over me, her breasts dangling tantalizingly over my face. I took one nipple in my mouth, gingerly, and bit it delicately. She moaned. “Ooh, it’s been a while, baby…” I felt her hand on my butt, spreading my cheeks - and then felt something cold and clammy in my anus. I started, but she shushed me. “It’s OK, baby - just some lubricant…” and then her hand was gone, and I felt a large, cold object pressing against me. I started, my eyes wide with fear, my body rigid. She brought her face down to mine, kissed me softly on my lips, and whispered, her voice throaty. “Just relax, sweety… it will make it so much easier…” 
her dick was now pounding gently against my anus, holding back, not bringing the full might of her hips into play. I relaxed a little, and she bent down again, her breast pressing against my chest. Her soft lips closed on mine in a long, lingering kiss, her tongue forcing its way inwards, to be met by my own…
She was now pounding at me, her hips moving against me at an increasing pace, her cock going deeper with each thrust. We were both grunting now, echoing each thrust, till I felt her thick shaft going all in, her pelvis slapping against my butt with a dull sound. She moaned, whispering throatily “oh, baby, this is so GOOD…” she was going slower, now, ramming me with short, powerful thrusts. I felt her hand going under my butt, grabbing it roughly, and then - incredibly - she rose slowly, supporting herself with one hand on the creaking bed, her other holding my butt, her cook deep inside it, lifting me up… We were now standing, my butt impaled on her, supported by her powerful hand. I raised my legs, encircling her monstrous thighs, holding on to dear life. I wrapped my arms around her torso, digging trembling fingers into her broad, chiseled back, trying in vain to find purchase on her craggy muscles… my mouth found her breast, and I was sucking eagerly on her warm, inviting nipple, as her hips kept thrusting against me with all their might, driving her monstrous cock against my innards. My own member felt enormous - 8 or 9 inches, sliding up and down against her abs with every thrust of her cock. I was in heaven…

“Ooh… baby, I love this… do you love it…?”
I released her nipple, grunting with pleasure. “Yes, mommy… please don’t stop…”
I buried my head between her glorious breasts, and felt her nibbling my ear, her tongue darting in and out.
“You love your mommy’s muscles, don’t you, baby?”
I moaned a reply.
“Mmmm… And you love having mommy inside you…”
“Oh, mommy… I love you…”

I felt her hands tighten on my butt, pulling me even closer into her unforgiving body, the pounding of her cock now a barrage, fast and powerful, and I heard her breath quicken… I raised my arms, grabbing what I could of her pumpkin-sized delts, my breathing furious, as I felt her body shudder violently in an almost earth-shattering orgasem, and I exploded, my semen bursting up, covering both our torsos…

We stood there for a moment - my legs around her body, my hands now down on the perfect, muscular globes of her behind, my head on her breast, my mother’s cock deep inside my butt, her powerful hands holding me secure. After a moment she lowered her head to my ear, whispering in her throaty voice: “so, you liked it?” 
“I LOVED it, mom…!” As the adrenaline started to run down, I was starting to feel the pain from her massive pounding, but I didn’t mind it, feeling as content as I have ever felt in my life. “Don’t… don’t pull out yet…”
She laughed. “You really do love them mushrooms, don’t you?”
As she carried me to the shower, her cock still inside me, my arms hugging her waist, head on her breasts, she said: ”So, I’m guessing you won’t be going away for 4 years any time soon, right?”