Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2016 09:40:58 -0800
From: Alex Irons <geektofreek@gmail.com>
Subject: The Black Stallion - PART 1

Author note: Purely a work of fiction. Comments are appreciated and can be
sent to geektofreek@gmail.com


THE BLACK STALLION
PART 1/3
BY: GEEKTOFREEK


Marcus, took off his shirt in front of me, revealing his totally smooth,
yet thickly carved, half-black muscle chest, handing me his smartphone and
asking me, his own mother, to snap some pictures of his progress. We stood
outside by the pool. I knew it was wrong of me, but I whimpered at nearly
every shot. When did my baby boy get so handsome, I kept on thinking, as I
bit down on my lips.

"Hey, mom!"

Now the the boy was even bigger. Standing outside his college dorms,
filling up nearly every inch of his college branded hoodie, bloating almost
obscenely his once loose basketball shorts. He looked so unbelievably
masculine and huge, this big black stallion, I thought, as he stood outside
and waited for me handsomely in the rain.

"W-Wow!" I stuttered as I got out of the car. "Just look how big you've
grown!"

"Thanks, mom. Sorry about the rain!"

"That's Seattle for you!"

I tried humorously replying, trying to hold back my motherly whimper, just
from receiving the smallest hug. His huge black male muscle cleavage nearly
suffocated me, entrapping my tiny white womanly face, between the depths of
his musky and incredibly iron carved breast, pungent, even through the
outside of his sweater. I squeezed a little tighter, making him squeeze a
little more back. I honestly could barely breathe at this point. The
powerful wall of his abs, eight huge bricks, combined with his pecs,
compacted against my tiny motherly frame, nearly crushing me, with ease,
like I was nothing more than some insignificant human grape.

"Mind if we go upstairs, for a second, mom?" Marcus shamefully scratched
his neck. "I really have to use the restroom."

I figured the poor boy had to take one of his glorious protein dumps,
watching him quickly publically scratch his butthole, remembering, with a
smile, just how many shit's he used to take back in high school. It was
almost hard to comprehend, just how many he would possibly have to take
now, to even sustain such a beastly and huge physique.

*FARRRTT*

"S-Sorry, mom!"

Marcus stuttered embarrassingly. The smell was nearly unbearable, as I
walked closely behind him, behind his monstrous and muscular swampy bubble
butthole, up four flights of stairs, up to his dorm room. But that didn't
stop me from moving my nostrils any closer. All that was missing was a
swinging horse tail and some flies, I queerly joked in my head. That big
black stallion ass. He probably could have crushed me up there, if he
wanted to.

"Here it is." Marcus said opening the door. "It's pretty tiny."

The smell was even worse in his room, so much overpowering shit and body
odor, that in fact, there really was a small swarm of flies in his tiny
closet-sized on suite bathroom. Marcus didn't seem the slightest bit
phased, opening a window to his room, yes, but only complaining that it was
a little hot, and not because of the horrendous smell.

"It's cute, sweetie."

"Thanks! My roommate, Carl, just moved out. I don't think he liked that I
used the bathroom so much..."

Marcus grabbed the base of his sweater.

"Oo-OH, well that's a s-shame!"

I whimpered frantically, as he suddenly exposed to me every inch of his
totally monstrous and muscle bound, now completely hairy, chocolate brown
bodybuilder chest. He had pulled up his sweater, accidentally lifting up
his t-shirt. There wasn't a single part of my body that could move, so glad
that that my little boys face was covered, as I grew so weak in the knees
and my panties began sopping wet.

"A little help here, mom?"

Marcus struggled beneath his own sweater. His beautiful teenage arms had
grown so colossally muscular, so overly developed with these obscene black
chiseled boulders, that even his t-shirts sleeves became hopelessly caught,
the verge of exploding, was more like it. I quickly tried to help, so
overwhelmed by his rank manly odor, all the curly and practically
afro-thick armpit hair, exploding out into my face. Even I found myself
eventually struggling with a whimper, just to help get my baby's own shirt
off, almost afraid that I might slip, fall into the absolute cave of his
dark smelly armpit, underneath the mountainous black peaks, twenty-four
inches, of teenage bicep, coming down and snuffing me out.

"Thanks, mom!" Marcus finally pulled off his sweater. "All my clothes have
been getting real tight lately."

He said the words, snapping me out of my daydream, as he raised both arms
for a quick flex, proudly and confidentially, high above my small little
head. His huge grinning white smile stretched across his black stubbled
face. I honestly couldn't hold back this time, as he demonstrated his
awesome and titanic teenage muscle strength, to his own proud and watching
mother.

"OH-OH!" I squealed openly. "Look at the SIZE of my baby's arms!"

"You like these gains, mom?" Marcus flexed a little more. "I really want to
get big."

He said the words as if he wasn't big enough, as if the two bowling ball,
bigger than my face, skull popping black powerful biceps, weren't enough
for my baby's giant dreaming appetite. I reached up with a gulp, trying so
desperately not to show, that at this point, I was on the verge of having
some totally out of control, panty destroying, hands-free orgasm. My small
white womanly hands, my tiny painted pink fingernails, got nearly lost in
the immensity of each bulging muscle head, the sirloin-sized sweaty
meat-packs of triceps, dangling from my son's mammoth arms. They were the
biggest arms I had ever felt.

*FARRTTTT*

"My goodness!"

I yelped.

"S-Sorry, mom!" Marcus squirmed, cupping his flatulating butthole. "I
almost completely forgot about using the bathroom."

Marcus took a huge couple thumps, turning around and carefully stuffing
himself into the tiny closet-sized bathroom. To think, it was just the
start of the school year, I lustfully thought. I heard the horrific groan
of sewage pipes beneath the walls, the old hardwood floors creak and bend
beneath my feet, the walls bow and strain, as he undoubtedly, innocently
sat down to go poop. I know it was wrong of me, the smell was so grotesque,
but I pressed my ear lightly against the door, imagining the view of my big
baby boy, that huge beastly physique, crammed between those small bathroom
walls, those massive hairy black bloated muscle thighs, hauling down on
that tiny porcelain throne. My baby, must have been pushing over 300-pounds
of solid muscle, I delightfully thought, and he was only eighteen years
old. What a fucking man!

*FARRTTTT*

*FARRTTTTTTT*

Marcus groaned loudly, as the flies began swarming even more, the smell
grew even worse. I knew the whole dorm hall, awkwardly, could hear every
minute of it, the gigantic muscle man devastation, his huge bull-sized
protein shit. Eventually the smell got so bad I had to stand by his bed, or
I should say, the airy open window. It gave me a small chance to look
around his dorm room. The brand new laptop, grandma, had purchased him,
looked fairly untouched, dusty practically. Probably from being at the gym
all the time, I gleefully thought. His old roommates empty bed area, was
now a stash for all his gigantic tubs of protein powders, towering bottles
of supplement pills, and hundreds of protein bars, most of them already
eaten and unwrapped.

"O-oh my." I whimpered underneath my breath, fingering, palming, as I
squeezed my thighs together, my now completely soaked groin area. "Doesn't
my boy want to grow big..."

Thankfully, Marcus, was still so preoccupied, as I practically teared from
overjoyed pleasure. He would always tell his father, that he never, sadly,
wanted to become an actual "bodybuilder". But now, as I looked even closer
between the seemingly endless stash of muscle growth products, I became
filled with ecstasy, coming into view of an absolutely pornographic array
of fitness and bodybuilder magazines. I always hoped that my little boy
would desire more, more than what he actually told people. That he would
just keep eating and growing, never stop wanting more, until he
transformed, my big black stallion, into the biggest and hairiest
muscle-god...

"...to ever roam the entire PLANET!..."

I moaned in ecstasy out loud, just as the toilet flushed. My motherly pussy
was on a total orgasmic breakdown. The best part, as I composed myself with
his desktop tissues, while he washed his hands, there was this little
post-it note that read, "Ask mom for more food money. Get BIGGER". I was
visiting him up at Washington State University, for an entire weekend,
visiting from San Diego, and within fifteen minutes, I was already
torrenting an orgasm.

"Wow, I feel so much better."

Marcus groaned happily, thumping and squeezing his huge shoulders and legs
from out between the small-framed door. He quickly then closed the door
behind him, still itching his big butthole, but it was because of that I
noticed, that at the top of his own global ass, the top of his huge bulging
black watermelon-sized muscle glutes, was this entirely gross, shockingly
long, dangling piece of shit covered toilet paper, swaggering now behind
his big bloated muscle legs and ass, just like a horse, with each thumping
step.

"Oo-oh, s-sweetie..."

I tapped him gently on the ass, so embarrassed to even bring it up,
clenching with ecstasy as I felt, just how overwhelmingly powerful, even
just a corner, of one of his tremendous, earth-quaking, stallion-sized
black buttcheeks were.

"Wh-when did THAT get there!"

Marcus yelped embarrassingly, making things stupendously worse, as he
thumped and hoofed around, clumsily trying to reach the stuck toiletpaper
for it himself. It wasn't long, my big little growing boy, soon came to the
shocking realization that I soon came to marvel over, that his arms were
just too pumped and swollen with muscle, to even attempt to reach the
middle of his gloriously huge muscular stink hole.

"OH-my-ga-gawd!"

Marcus roared in humility.

"S-sweetie, just let me help."

I reached around his thumping beast-sized black muscle legs, the beauty
calming down the beast, I romantically thought. It smelled unbelievably bad
being that close, right after having him taken a dump, but you wouldn't
believe the view. His shorts could barely contain, in fact they couldn't,
the tremendous size of his chocolate colored, teddy-bear hairy,
child-gobbling bodybuilder butt. It was no wonder my baby was having so
many growing problems.

"WH-WHAT are you doing, mom!?"

"Stop fidgeting, Marcus! It's just your own mother!"

The words dropped out of my mouth like it was a sin, as I tugged and pulled
down the back of his skin-tight red basketball shorts, unleashing, like two
air-bags going off, the expanse of his enormous, horrendously musky and
farm smelling, black muscle butt. It was even more glorious than I could
have ever possibly imagined, the most gigantic, most freakishly muscular
bodybuilder butt I had ever seen in my life. Not to mention the fact, that
it was slightly smeared with shit.

"Ooh, ga-gawd, M-Marky..." I whimpered in disgust.

"I'm sorry, mom!" Marcus wiggled and stepped uncomfortably, his big swampy
black bodybuilder butt. "The showers here, they're just so small. It's hard
for me to clean myself!"

It was the perfect opportunity, I gulped, perversely thinking to myself, to
finally get some real close alone time with my little boy's, this
stallion-sized, black muscle man butt. I grabbed a washcloth, while he
stood there, bending over so obediently, still humiliated, that his own
mother was going to wash out, with a wet rag, his own ass, but what choice
did he have.

"I'm so s-sorry, m-mom..."

Marcus groaned, faintly under his breath, stepping and pushing back, his
huge shit covered muscle butt, bending over, deeper against my motherly
cleaning hand, the large wipes of my warm rough wash cloth, taking tender
care of his beast-sized ass. There was a moment where his humongously
powerful glutes couldn't stop quivering, flexing, especially as I wiped
deep against his tender, I'm sure, teenage virgin male prostate. The more
mommy buried my hand, the more my baby tried to fight back his deep
grunting moans.

"W-W-Wait... M-Mom, stop!"

*RIIIIPPPPPPP*

Eventually he asked me to stop, but it wasn't because of my washing. I was
confused at first by what had happened, the indefinite sound of fabric
tearing, my huge black stallion, heavily whimpering with whispers of
embarrassment. He was trying to cover something up, trying to hide
something in the front, his massive carved arms flexing to keep it from my
eyes. Was it really that big, I devilishly began to thought. I put down the
washcloth and began making my way to the front, coming into view of his
blown apart briefs...