Bill blinked in the dim, lacy confines of his mother's bra cup, his body frozen by Mr. Goo's zap. "What the hell, Goo? You said I'd have wiggle room!" he hissed at the invisible voice echoing in his head. "Plenty of wiggle room and light too, kiddo. Your mom's shower's almost done—enjoy the view when she slips this on." The fabric smelled of her perfume, and Bill's heart raced with forbidden anticipation.
The bathroom door opened, and Mom stepped out, towel dropping to reveal her full, confident curves. She grabbed the bra, her strong hands lifting it toward her chest. "This thing always feels a bit snug," she muttered to herself with a wry smile. As she fastened it, her breast pressed down, trapping tiny Bill against warm skin.
"What the—?" Mom paused, fingers probing the cup. She unclasped the bra and peered inside, eyes widening at the sight of her shrunken son. "Bill? Is that you in there, you little pervert?" Her tone was sharp, amused rather than shocked. "Mr. Goo again? That imaginary creep's got a twisted sense of humor."
Bill squirmed as best he could. "Mom, it's not what it looks like! He zapped me—said I'd have room to move!" She chuckled, holding the bra up to eye level, her gaze fierce and unyielding. "Wiggle room, huh? Looks like you're stuck staring at my tits. Horny little thing, aren't you?" Her words dripped with witty challenge, not submission.
With a snap of her fingers—somehow triggering Goo's magic—Bill grew back to full size on her bed, panting and sweating. Mom stood over him, naked and commanding. "Since you're here and clearly hard for this, let's make it interesting." She dropped to her knees, gripping his cock. "Ever had a blowjob from your mom? Bet you won't last."
She took him in her mouth, tongue swirling as he groaned, her ass swaying with each bob. Bill reached for her dripping pussy, fingers sliding in as she moaned, wet and horny. "Fuck, you're good at that," she panted, pushing him back and mounting him. Her strong thighs pinned him while she rode, ass slapping against his hips, his cock thrusting deep into her pussy.
They moved together in sweaty rhythm, her witty barbs turning to gasps: "Harder—don't you dare come yet!" Bill came first with a shout, cum spilling inside her as she followed, clenching and dripping around him. She collapsed beside him, smirking. "That was just the warm-up, son—Mr. Goo's got more plans for us."
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