HGlock SM - Giantess Ebony Mom.pdf (2025) [WRITING]

I squinted into the bright morning sunlight streaming through my bedroom window. Groaning, I rolled over and buried my face in my pillow. It was Saturday, I could sleep in. No annoying alarm clock or hegemonizing mother to drag me out of bed.

Sure, my mom was always on my case about something - my sloppy room, my lack of ambition, my diet soda habit. But I knew deep down she loved me. Even if she doted on my older sister more.

Stifling a yawn, I sat up and scratched my messy brown hair. My eyes fell upon the alarm clock. 11:47 AM. Whoops.

I quickly threw on the first clothes I could find - loose cargo shorts and a plain white t-shirt. I snatched an energy drink from my desk and headed out to the kitchen for a quick brunch before hitting the books to cram for a chem exam.

"Morning Mom," I said, snagging an apple from the brightly polished table.

My mother always kept the house spotless. Part of her BBW goddess appeal, I supposed. At 5'8" and 200 lbs, she had an aura of power and presence. Her smooth ebony skin glistened in the kitchen lights. She hummed as she wiped down the counters, her generous backside swaying hypnotically.

"Oh good, you're finally up," she chided, without turning around. "I was starting to think I'd have to come drag you out of bed myself."

"Ha ha, very funny," I replied, rolling my eyes. I plopped down at the table with my breakfast, making sure to re-arrange my chair noisily, knowing it would get on her nerves. Childish, I know. But it was become reflex at this point.

My mother planted her hands on her wide hips and turned to glare at me. "Chase, this is the third time this week I've caught you being lazy. You're going to turn into a sloth if you don't get your act together."

"I'm just conserving energy," I said through a mouthful of apple. "Like a sloth."