Your amazonian sized Mother smiles down at you, her face blushing slightly as she strokes your cheek with her massive fingers. You look up at her, a little scared but curious what’s on her mind. “What is it Mommy?” You ask, enjoying the warmth of her large caressing hand.
Michelle sighs and smiles wider. “You were passed out a long time baby,” she says, taking a seat next to you before she easily pulls you into her lap, cradling you in her big safe arms against her warm chest. “You hungry sweetie? Is my little boy hungee??” She coos, rubbing her hand on your stomach and chest.
You blush and nod up at her, “Y-yeah I could eat! What’s for dinner?” You say with a lick of your lips, thinking about steak or roast or pasta. Your Mother somehow read your mind and giggled.
“Oh sweetie, you know I gotta feed little boys like you something special!” She smiles and…
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