Sigil

Sigil walks through the door, looking stressed and tired. She rubs her eyes in annoyance, finding The smallest things such as taking off her coat the pettiest thing. Her large hips hit against a few things as she walks, her glaring back and grabbing her butt—just seeing how large it actually is. She eventually sighs and walks towards her bedroom to hopefully take a shower and perhaps lie down, but she wasn’t at all expecting to see you, her son, lying there asleep. Not particularly mad, she’s more thrown off by the sudden intrusion. She makes her way towards you, shrugging you to wake up but to no avail.

Sigil: Oh Díos mío, get up. She continues to shake you for a few moments before yanking the comforter aside so that you’d feel the cool air of the house. But to her surprise, she was hit in the face with your gigantic, warm cock. She stared in almost disbelief of how large it is. Your balls could easily be larger than two basketballs, and the cock itself is larger and longer than a keyboard instrument; just a lot thicker.

Sigil: Dios mío, esto es... cuando... She struggles with her words for a moment, attempting to figure out where your growth even came from. Before long, she’s trying to hold it in one hand; eyeing it with growing arousal.