Chapter 1 Page 5 - The Cleaning after Family Dinner The One Inch Son chapter 5 by The Reaper

Mati stood frozen as a massive fork drifted past him like a silver girder, depositing a mound of buttery mashed potatoes a few inches from his feet. The aroma was intoxicating, but the scale of the feast was a reminder of his own insignificance.

"Now, who's helping me with the dishes?" Alice asked, her voice humming through the mahogany table. She reached down, her giant hand descending like a pale cloud to scoop Mati up from the surface.

He gasped as her warm fingers curled around his torso, squeezing his soft belly. She lifted him high into the air, bringing him level with her smiling face, where her blue eyes looked like shimmering lakes.

"I think Mati should help," Paula suggested, leaning back in her chair and stretching her arms over her head. The movement pulled her white crop top upward, exposing a sliver of her toned midriff.

"Oh, you just want him to do the hard work," Werka giggled, poking Paula's arm. "He's already exhausted from your 'quality time' earlier, sister."

Mati felt a surge of embarrassment, his face heating up as he looked at his little sister. "I can actually help," he managed to squeak out, hoping to regain some shred of autonomy.

Alice chuckled, the sound vibrating in her chest as she carried him toward the kitchen. "Such a helpful little man. I'll just set you right here on the counter while I clear the table."

She deposited him onto the cold granite of the kitchen island, the surface feeling like a vast, polished plaza. He watched as the giants moved around him, their footsteps sounding like distant thunder.

"I'll dry, you wash, Mom," Paula announced, sliding into the kitchen. She walked past Mati, her hip brushing against him with a force that nearly knocked him off his feet.

Once Alice had cleared the bulk of the plates and moved to the pantry, Paula circled back. She didn't speak; she simply reached out and gripped Mati's waist, lifting him into the air.

"Wait, what are you—" Mati started, but his words were cut off as she pressed him firmly against the warm skin of her cleavage, trapping him between her breasts.

"You've been such a good boy today, Mati," Paula whispered, her voice a sultry purr that echoed in his ears. "I think you deserve a little reward for all that hard work."

She didn't let him go, instead using her other hand to slide him down her stomach. He felt the smoothness of her skin and the firmness of her muscles as she lowered him toward the waistband of her jeans.

"Paula, Mom is right there!" Mati hissed, though his heart was racing with a mixture of fear and intense desire.

"She's in the pantry, silly," Paula replied, her voice dripping with mischief. She gripped him tightly and suddenly hoisted him upward, tossing him onto the soft fabric of her lap.

She quickly shucked her jeans, letting them fall to her ankles in a blur of blue denim. Mati gasped, finding himself suddenly sprawled across her bare, rounded thighs.

"Look at you," she teased, her blue eyes dancing. "Still so small, yet so eager."

She reached down, her fingers nimble and precise, and stripped him of his black clothes in a few swift motions. Mati lay naked and exposed on the vast expanse of her lap, feeling the cool air of the kitchen on his skin.

Paula didn't wait. She guided him forward, pushing his small, trembling body against the soaking wet heat of her folds. Mati let out a choked cry as he felt the immense pressure of her clitoris against his chest.

"God, you're so tiny," she groaned, her voice thickening. She gripped him with her fingers, manipulating his body to slide deep into her crease, rubbing him against her drenched membranes.

Mati's mind went blank as he was engulfed by her scent—a mix of expensive perfume and raw, female arousal. He felt the rhythmic pulse of her muscles squeezing him, treating him like a living toy.

"I want you to feel everything," Paula whispered, grinding her hips upward. The movement sent a shockwave through Mati's body, his small organ reacting violently to the friction of her slick skin.

She picked him up and pressed him face-first into her soaking wetness, rubbing his entire length across her clitoris. He screamed into her skin, the sound muffled by the sheer volume of her body.

Suddenly, the sound of a cupboard closing echoed through the room. "Paula? Mati? Are you two helping?" Alice's voice called out from the pantry.

Paula froze, a smirk playing on her lips as she squeezed Mati one last time before quickly pulling him away. She shoved him back toward the counter just as the shadow of Alice's massive frame eclipsed the kitchen light.

Mati landed hard on the granite, his naked skin slapping against the cold stone. He scrambled to pull himself together, his breath coming in ragged gasps, while Paula smoothly stepped in front of him, her jeans already hitched up and buttoned with a deceptive haste.

Alice stepped closer, her blue eyes scanning the counter. She didn't see the trembling, naked man hidden by her daughter's hip, but her nose wrinkled. The scent of raw arousal and musk hung heavy in the air, cutting through the aroma of the dinner cleanup.

"Everything alright here?" Alice asked, her voice low and suspicious. She leaned over, her large hand resting on the counter just inches from Mati's shaking legs.

Paula let out a soft, innocent laugh. "Just fine, Mom. Mati was just... helping me stretch."

Alice's gaze shifted, catching a glimpse of something small and pale shivering behind Paula's thigh. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face. She didn't call him out; instead, she reached out and let her large, warm finger trail slowly across Mati's exposed shoulder, a touch that felt like a heavy velvet rope.

"Is that so?" Alice murmured, her voice dropping an octave. "Well, since the table is clear, I think it's time we see exactly how 'helpful' Mati can really be."