Cassie and Kimberly continue their talk
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 21
by
copier
· original author:
oldguy5
Kimberly awaited Cassie's response. Below, tucked deep in the chasm of Kimberly's ass, your eyes watered and throat burned from being force fed a blast of gas from her asshole. "What was going on? Why hadn't Cassie rescued you?" These thoughts raced through your mind as you recovered from your noxious interlude.
Cassie at first was taken aback. Her mom just farted on her finacee. Yet deep within Cassie's mind her mom's reasoning made perfect sense. You obviously had some fetish for being sat on. You volunteered to be her mom's gaming cushion. So why wouldn't you be treated as just a cushion? Maybe there was two sides to you. Cassie reasoned with herself, you were Jake her finacee during normal situations, but when being sat on, you were just a cushion.
Kimberly ground her ass onto you, she longed to feel that tingle in her ass again. She continued to game, playing it calm to sell her manipulation.
Cassie finally broke the silence, "I guess you're right, mom."
"Of course I'm right, dear," Kimberly chirped back. A hidden sense of relief washed over her as she smirked at Cassie's response.
Cassie gently squeezed her mom's shoulder. "So, where does this go from here?", Cassie asked.
Kimberly reached up and lovingly patted Cassie's hand. "Well, for tonight dear, my cushion is being put to good use until my game is done. But we can discuss this whole situation tomorrow in private if you would like"
"Yeah, mom," Cassie answered, " that sounds good. I'll let you finish up, I'm going to go get cleaned up and get to bed."
In your fleshy prison, you waited anxiously for a rescue that never materialized. Your hope began to fade. You came to the sobering realization, for tonight, you were abandoned. You would set this straight tomorrow and get some answers. You steeled your resolve.
Kimberly felt a devilish sense of power and satisfaction. She had just convinced her daughter you wanted to be sat on, you had a fetish for it and then farted, bare ass into your face and Cassie was at peace with the entire ordeal. Feeling empowered, Kimberly bore down on you and forced another bout of gas from her ass. A loud, long burst of air freed itself from her ass. Giggling, "excuse me," Kimbey said playfully.
Cassie rolled her eyes, "goodness, mom! Goodnight." Cassie couldn't help but laugh as she turned and walked out the door, closing it behind her.
A second roar exited Kimberly's wrinkled pucker and again forced its way into your mouth that was sealed neatly around the ring of muscle due to Kimberly's movements. This was just as bad, if not worse than the first attack! You vowed to let your displeasure be known. You raged in the confines of Kimberly's ass.
Kimberly felt that lovely tingle again. Her breathing got heavy and her pulse raced. She looked down to her chair, she smiled.
"You're nothing to me, Jake. And now Cassie thinks you like being a cushion, you're in for a new life, Jake."
Cassie at first was taken aback. Her mom just farted on her finacee. Yet deep within Cassie's mind her mom's reasoning made perfect sense. You obviously had some fetish for being sat on. You volunteered to be her mom's gaming cushion. So why wouldn't you be treated as just a cushion? Maybe there was two sides to you. Cassie reasoned with herself, you were Jake her finacee during normal situations, but when being sat on, you were just a cushion.
Kimberly ground her ass onto you, she longed to feel that tingle in her ass again. She continued to game, playing it calm to sell her manipulation.
Cassie finally broke the silence, "I guess you're right, mom."
"Of course I'm right, dear," Kimberly chirped back. A hidden sense of relief washed over her as she smirked at Cassie's response.
Cassie gently squeezed her mom's shoulder. "So, where does this go from here?", Cassie asked.
Kimberly reached up and lovingly patted Cassie's hand. "Well, for tonight dear, my cushion is being put to good use until my game is done. But we can discuss this whole situation tomorrow in private if you would like"
"Yeah, mom," Cassie answered, " that sounds good. I'll let you finish up, I'm going to go get cleaned up and get to bed."
In your fleshy prison, you waited anxiously for a rescue that never materialized. Your hope began to fade. You came to the sobering realization, for tonight, you were abandoned. You would set this straight tomorrow and get some answers. You steeled your resolve.
Kimberly felt a devilish sense of power and satisfaction. She had just convinced her daughter you wanted to be sat on, you had a fetish for it and then farted, bare ass into your face and Cassie was at peace with the entire ordeal. Feeling empowered, Kimberly bore down on you and forced another bout of gas from her ass. A loud, long burst of air freed itself from her ass. Giggling, "excuse me," Kimbey said playfully.
Cassie rolled her eyes, "goodness, mom! Goodnight." Cassie couldn't help but laugh as she turned and walked out the door, closing it behind her.
A second roar exited Kimberly's wrinkled pucker and again forced its way into your mouth that was sealed neatly around the ring of muscle due to Kimberly's movements. This was just as bad, if not worse than the first attack! You vowed to let your displeasure be known. You raged in the confines of Kimberly's ass.
Kimberly felt that lovely tingle again. Her breathing got heavy and her pulse raced. She looked down to her chair, she smiled.
"You're nothing to me, Jake. And now Cassie thinks you like being a cushion, you're in for a new life, Jake."
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