"My Mother's Boss and Her Daughter" : Part 2

She just kept lifting me up. I could feel most of my weight on her left hand as it was tightly squeezing my rear. And just like that, she staightened her beutiful body with my tiny frame tightly squeezed between her gigantic hands.
At that point I fully gave in to this amazon, and wrapped both of my nads around her neck. Our heads touched. We were so close, I felt like a part of her. A tiny little part of her enormous body. I must have been a good 3' off the ground, but she did not seem to even notice the extra weight in her hands.
I was in absolute haven, not to mention really close to an orgazm.
I could feel her amazingly big and even more incredibally strong body with my every breath. Her rock hard hips. Her strong hands. Her firm and round breasts.
Of course, I was not sure what she was doing. I was to excited to think, but a thought of consequences had raced through my mind. Especially since both our mothers where standing just a few feet away. She, on the other hand, did not seem to be unconfortabel at all. She squeezed my little body even tighter and started moving toward the door!
- "Coming, mom", yelled out she cheerfully, and the hairs on the back of my neck were starting to stand up.
I felt her right hand reach underneath my butt, and with one swift motion she shited my body over to her right. She pushed me up against her stone hard hip, and secured me firmly on her side like as if I was a toddler. With her left hand she grabbed my leg.
She grabbed it right bellow my shorts, and I felt her incredible long fingers wrap around my tiny, in comparasion, thigh. The whole thing seemed so effortless on her part, as if my body was lighter than air, and she did not even notice it.
She started walking toward the door, carrying me like a helpless child at least 3' off the floor. What was she thinking? What a hell is she doing? All of a sudden my brain started working again. -"Sorry, mom, I was just saying goodbye to little Jason over here. He is so adorable, I just can't let go". She laughed and continued making her way toward both out mothers.
This was too much. I realized the situation and was getting upset. I tried to get free. I pushed hard with my right hand agains her shoulder, but it was, as if made of stone. I pushed myself back as far as I could, menwhile she kept walking toward the door, not even noticing my pathetic efforts.
Seing that I could not ger free I turned ny head toward the mothers...
My mom was in shock. She had the look on her face as if she just saw a rat run through our kitchen. Ms. Waite on the other hand, seem completely calm, she did not seem even a little bit surprised by what was happening. -"Jenifer", said she, "we are in a hurry. I know he is adorable, but we need to be going. Put him down please."
By the time she finished her sentence we were standing right in front of them. I was really pissed. Not only was I humilitaed in front of my own mother, I was called adorable and treated like a child. Jen, however seemed to enjoy the whole thing, becuase she replied: - "He is the cuttest mom. And light as a feather."
I did not like where this was going. The mother and daughter amazon pair was talking about me in a third person, as if I was just a decoration or part of the furniture. - "Actually, he is really small isn't he. Can't be more than 110 maybe 120 pounds!", both women laughed. I was in awe. My mom stood right there frozen, with her mouth wide open. - "Honey, do why don't you let me hold him, while you say goodbye to Bethany", said Ms. Whaite, and extended her arms toward me as if I was some sort of a baby.
I was ready to cry. I wanted to just dissapear into thin air, there is no way this was happening. I felt Ms.Waite's huge hands reach out ot me: - "Come, little Jason, let me hold you. Come to me, baby". I was lost, I did not know what to do. Both women where laughing. I felt so small and helpless.
What happened next, I cannot possibly explain. All I knew is that there was no way I was going to "come to her", so I wrapped my hands around Jenifer, pullng away form her mother. I squezzed her with all my force, trying to not let go, no matter what. In reponse, she just bursted with laughter.
-"Oh, I guess somebody has a crush on Jen", through laughter responded Ms.Waite. "Now, now, Jason, do not worry, I only want to hold you". The women where laughing. Tears started rolling down my eyes. I could not hold them back. All the sexual tension and erges gave in to the simple feeling of humiliation and my weakness before these women.
She continued: "Listen, just let me hold you for a few seconds, while Jen says goodbye to your mom. Do not worry, I would never hurt a precious boy like you".
I felt her huge hands grab me under my armpits form behind. Both Ms. Waite and Jenifer where laghing. - " I, dttt...", the tears filled my mouth, and I could not say anything. "pllleeeeddddd...", I was choking on my own tears. I was breathing heavily. Meanwhile, my mom did not make a sound, she just stood there.
Jen was laughing: "He is adorable, just too cute! God, Bethany, your son is just too cute!" She called my mom Bethany, not Mrs. Pereson, and somehow that made me feel even worse.
- "Now, common, Jason, go to my mom, little guy", said Jen, and carefully but very forcefylly pulled me away from her body. At the same time, I felt a pair of very strong hands pick me up from behind. Ms. Waite was just as strong as her daughter. - "Come here honey", said Ms. Waite, while taking me from Jen.
- "There we go", she was talking in babay voice now. "You are a big boy, no need to cry." I finally forced myself to star breathing normally. I was trying to calm down.
As she Ms. Waite was pulling me in I finally looked at my mom's face. To my surprise, she had on smile. All of a sudden she said: "He is a cuttie, is't he" That was just too much. I roke down, and huge tears, once again, started rolling down my cheeks.
I could no longer fight it. There I was, a grown man, being held effotlessly by a woman like a little baby. Not only that, I was treated like one. I was passed around beteew these amazons like a little toy. And now, in addition to it all, my mother was laughing at me. She was enjoying the whole thing just as much as they did. I was powerless, so I just gave in.
But the tears kept rolling. - "Common now, little guy, get a hold of yoursel", said Ms. Waite, cradeling me. "Why are we crying? Why", she continued in baby voice. "You know Bethany", she turned to my mom, I think he is just adorable. Those picutres you have at work do not do him justice.
- "Yes, Jason, you are just too cute. You knwo Jen, I wish we had a little boy like that at home." They all laughed. - "I know mom, I would love that so much"
- "Bethany", said Jen to mym mom, "do you think you could let us baby sit little Jason once in while?". She asked that as if it was a completely normal thing. - "I am not sure...", my mom id not know what to say. I should have screamed at the top of my lungs, or done somehting, but I simly had nothing left in me. I was completely destoryed. The tears would not stop running. I wrapped my hand around Ms. Waite's neck and cried, cried, cried.
Jen repeted: "So, what do you say Bethany, you think we could. I promise we would take and excellent care of him." - "Sure, I guess if he does not mind", replied my mom. - "Of course not, he would love that."
Jen moved closer to her me and raised my chin up with her humangous hand. - "You would not mind, would you little boy?", asked she.
I could not even rase my head. I could not look into the eyes of these amazing women. They were so much bigger and stonger than me, I simply had no choice. Just 10 minutes ago I was looking at both of them with a sexual appetite of a wolf, now I was simply a little helpless toy in their hands. All three women were laughing and having a good time.
	That night, Ms.Waite and Jenifer left well after midnight. Mom served them coffee, and then they played cards in our livingroom. During the entire time, I was being held, cradled, cuddled, or cimply carried around like a beannie baby. At one point, Jenifer drove down to the pharmacy and came back with a whole bag of stuff. It was mostly baby stuff - pacifiers, diapers, baby powder, and similar things. When the two amazons left, I was in my bed, sond asleep, with a pacifier in my mouth, wearing nothing by dipers, which Jen very lonvengly put on me. Through sleep I remember my mom walking in to say good night. She kissed my forehad, and said: "Good night baby, grils are right -- you ARA just the cuttest little boy."

The end.