A Reunion Delayed
A Tiny Love Triangle
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
lilmoni11
With Olivia's reluctant agreement, Elizabeth was given free reign to continue using you as not only her handy multi-use object, but also to keep playing with you and Tiny2Go! to continue racking up points. At first she just couldn't get herself to relax, watching as your poor body was trampled under her mother's massive sole, each tap and squeeze of the mature woman's toes making her wince in sympathy and pity. As the two girls got to chatting though, things quickly mellowed out between them as they slipped into their usual conversing, just chilling in the living room like any normal day as they gossiped and caught up on the past week's happenings.
While your vision had been hazy to say the least, your face mashed and coated in a thick layer of grime and plenty of Elizabeth's gross foot sweat, you swore you had made out the dainty face of your Olivia. It had only been a glimpse though, before the hefty wrinkled sole of Elizabeth pounded down on you all over again, her warm toes eagerly gripping at your skin, playfully savoring your squishy texture as nothing more than an absentminded squeeze toy. While your mind was entirely consumed by the torture Elizabeth continued to obliviously dish out, your stray thoughts were filled with earnest confusion. If that had really been Olivia, why wasn't she saving you? Had she given up on saving you from this fate in just the short week you'd been owned by her mother? Was this really your life now, seemingly tied to Elizabeth physically, legally, and mentally?
As Olivia wrapped up an engrossing story that involved Mackenzie "accidentally" walking in on Olivia after a shower for the third time that week, a story that aroused no suspicion from the two women but plenty of laughs at Mackenzie's "ditziness", the time had absolutely flown by. Suddenly, a cheery ding from Elizabeth's phone prompted her immediate attention, and suddenly the brunette mother perked up and a bright smile grew across her face. "Hey, sweetie, whaddya say we hit the pool? Get what little sun we can before it starts to set?" Elizabeth spontaneously had the great, totally not-inspired by Tiny2Go! idea, that the two girls should relax after Olivia's long flight over by soaking up some rays, despite the oppressive summer heat.
"Yea, sure Mom!" Olivia happily agreed, already bringing along her favorite swimsuit intending to do just that. She had years of great memories chilling at the family's backyard pool, and she intended to get her use in while she was 'vacationing' at home.
"Great!" Elizabeth beamed, standing from the couch before turning on her heel, smearing you into her flip flop even further. "Let me just go get changed and we can get right out there!" The two women got to changing, Olivia peering through her luggage while Elizabeth got to work peeling off her well-flattened little insole.
You peered up at Elizabeth's face, practically looking right through you with an uncaring, focused expression as she bit her lip in concentration, a fingernail prying at the side of your arm. You fought to scream, to cry out, to yell for her to give you a chance to speak just a sentence or two, but your mouth was perfectly flattened and sealed shut from days of fervent abuse from the curvy woman. It was with utmost despair you also noted Olivia was now nowhere to be seen, and your heart dropped as you wondered if she had for some reason left already, leaving you alone once again with this playful ditz.
"There it goes!" Elizabeth cheered as you harshly peeled free from the filthy sole of her old rainbow flip flops. "Now let's see..." your owner muttered as she swiftly got to work forming you, just a week of dedicated use of your body now making her something of an expert. It wasn't long until you were held in front of the woman's face, her affectionate eyes dancing over you as she admired her handiwork. "Perfect!" she announced before letting you fall to the floor, left to stare at the back of her long, toned legs as they cast far above you, all before ending in your definitive ceiling: her plump ass.
Skipping with glee out of her bedroom, the two King girls met once again on the pool deck, with Olivia immediately lambasting her mother's gorgeous figure in compliments. "Daaaamn, okay Mom! Leave some sex appeal for the rest of us!"
Elizabeth couldn't help but giggle and blush at her kin's praise before noting she had passed down all her good looks onto her as well. That didn't stop Olivia from commenting on what she thought was the highlight of her whole look, "And that bikini, gosh Mom what a great color! The tan is really meant for you!"
"Ya think so?" Elizabeth rhetorically asked, snapping at the sides of her waistbands, your painfully outstretched arms, before a light-bulb went off in her head. "Oh, that reminds me! Could you get a pic of it??" Handing her phone over to her daughter once she'd brought up the proper app and page, Olivia happily complied, not seeing any reason not to.
Once Elizabeth had launched into a sexy pose, showing off her voluptuous booty as well as it's entrenched pet, Olivia noticed an explosion of confetti celebrating yet another granted twenty thousand points. All at once, Olivia seemed to realize exactly what her mother was so brazenly wearing.
"Mom...is that...A-Andrew?" Olivia asked slowly as fear and embarrassment over the fact she'd already forgotten you crept over her.
Clueless to her daughter's bewildered look, Elizabeth happily replied, "Heehee, of course it is, silly! You noticed yourself he just makes such a perfect little thong!" Gripping a cheek in each hand, Elizabeth "playfully" rocked you around as she shook and pounded her cheeks together, smashing and grinding you in their hot embrace by doing so.
"M-Mom! That's enough!" Olivia said, covering her blushing face from the lewd display. Elizabeth only laughed along at that before taking her phone back and launching herself onto one of the pool decks lounge chairs. Not totally set on relaxing just yet, Olivia had to steel herself to ask, "Ummm, don't you think you could wear a different bikini? You know...to give Andrew a bit of a break?"
Letting her sunglasses fall down the bridge of her nose just an inch, Elizabeth peered at Olivia curiously above the shades. "A break? Honey, he's not exactly doing anything under my ass is he?" Olivia stammered over some kind of response to her mother's seemingly unbreakable argument before Elizabeth simply laughed and finished, "Besides, you should've seen how happy he was when I pulled him on! Little guy's practically in love!" Referring entirely to the affection level that can be reached after a bit of grinding, Elizabeth simply slid her shades back on and lounged out while Olivia stood flabbergasted at what she'd just heard. Her little Andrew was...practically in love...with her Mom?
Actually launching into a pout rather than getting angry or distraught, Olivia simply sat beside her mother, thinking to herself, 'Hmph, if he wants to be her bikini so bad, fine! I'm not going to let it stop me from enjoying my trip home!"
With that, your fate was seemingly sealed for the time being, as the two girls went through round after round of tanning themselves in the sun, to jumping into the pool to cool off and wash away the dribblings of sweat running down their curvy bodies. You couldn't move a muscle, your body entirely subject to Elizabeth's own movement as you stretched and pulled with each little step or sway she took. Any attempt at wiggling, screaming, or vibrating was lost in the nearly endless abyss of the brunette's well bronzed booty flesh, with your body sinking deeper and deeper into the mature woman's crack. While only amplifying your torment, it did allow her a more full tan across her posterior, a fact both she and Olivia were happy to gawk over.
As the sun fell over the horizon, the girls wrapped up their long, fruitful day by drying off and watching a beloved classic film in the living room. After a brief stint helping Elizabeth dry off, there was no rest for you as she slid you over her large soles, content with wearing you for the evening as nothing more than a cozy sock. Propped up on the living room table, Olivia only spared you the occasional glance as she witnessed her mother's toes wiggling happily inside your sock form, unsure whether she was meant to feel pity or disdain at this point.
With the day all but finished, the two girls parted ways as Elizabeth settled into her own bed, Elizabeth opting for once last photo of you before easily falling into a deep sleep. You whimpered helplessly as your owner rubbed her adjacent socked foot deep into your own form, endlessly preventing you from getting any shut eye yourself.
After hours of this torment though, a light creak could be heard in the distance. Just a moment later, and you felt two dexterous fingers lightly pry you free from the now warm and somewhat moist sole, as you gazed up at your girlfriend's face!
She shushed you, as if you had any capability of waking Elizabeth up in the first place, before taking you with her back to her own room. A wave of complete relief washed over you as it seemed this nightmare had finally come to an end. This stint simply laying in Olivia's hands was just about the longest you'd gone away from Elizabeth in over a week, the faint smell of lotion adorning her hands an unbelievable reprieve from the hours and days spent soaking in Elizabeth's sneakers, or drowning in the deepest depths of her dank crack.
"I guess we have a lot to talk about, huh Andrew?" Olivia was staring down at you plainly, and you could tell this wasn't easy for her. "You've had quite the time this past couple of weeks...so why don't I..."
1) "Let you tell me just how all this crazy stuff happened?"
2) "Make this easy for you. I'm sorry, I can't date an...object...Let alone something of my Mom's...Besides, she really seems to love having you around, I couldn't take that from her!"
While your vision had been hazy to say the least, your face mashed and coated in a thick layer of grime and plenty of Elizabeth's gross foot sweat, you swore you had made out the dainty face of your Olivia. It had only been a glimpse though, before the hefty wrinkled sole of Elizabeth pounded down on you all over again, her warm toes eagerly gripping at your skin, playfully savoring your squishy texture as nothing more than an absentminded squeeze toy. While your mind was entirely consumed by the torture Elizabeth continued to obliviously dish out, your stray thoughts were filled with earnest confusion. If that had really been Olivia, why wasn't she saving you? Had she given up on saving you from this fate in just the short week you'd been owned by her mother? Was this really your life now, seemingly tied to Elizabeth physically, legally, and mentally?
As Olivia wrapped up an engrossing story that involved Mackenzie "accidentally" walking in on Olivia after a shower for the third time that week, a story that aroused no suspicion from the two women but plenty of laughs at Mackenzie's "ditziness", the time had absolutely flown by. Suddenly, a cheery ding from Elizabeth's phone prompted her immediate attention, and suddenly the brunette mother perked up and a bright smile grew across her face. "Hey, sweetie, whaddya say we hit the pool? Get what little sun we can before it starts to set?" Elizabeth spontaneously had the great, totally not-inspired by Tiny2Go! idea, that the two girls should relax after Olivia's long flight over by soaking up some rays, despite the oppressive summer heat.
"Yea, sure Mom!" Olivia happily agreed, already bringing along her favorite swimsuit intending to do just that. She had years of great memories chilling at the family's backyard pool, and she intended to get her use in while she was 'vacationing' at home.
"Great!" Elizabeth beamed, standing from the couch before turning on her heel, smearing you into her flip flop even further. "Let me just go get changed and we can get right out there!" The two women got to changing, Olivia peering through her luggage while Elizabeth got to work peeling off her well-flattened little insole.
You peered up at Elizabeth's face, practically looking right through you with an uncaring, focused expression as she bit her lip in concentration, a fingernail prying at the side of your arm. You fought to scream, to cry out, to yell for her to give you a chance to speak just a sentence or two, but your mouth was perfectly flattened and sealed shut from days of fervent abuse from the curvy woman. It was with utmost despair you also noted Olivia was now nowhere to be seen, and your heart dropped as you wondered if she had for some reason left already, leaving you alone once again with this playful ditz.
"There it goes!" Elizabeth cheered as you harshly peeled free from the filthy sole of her old rainbow flip flops. "Now let's see..." your owner muttered as she swiftly got to work forming you, just a week of dedicated use of your body now making her something of an expert. It wasn't long until you were held in front of the woman's face, her affectionate eyes dancing over you as she admired her handiwork. "Perfect!" she announced before letting you fall to the floor, left to stare at the back of her long, toned legs as they cast far above you, all before ending in your definitive ceiling: her plump ass.
Skipping with glee out of her bedroom, the two King girls met once again on the pool deck, with Olivia immediately lambasting her mother's gorgeous figure in compliments. "Daaaamn, okay Mom! Leave some sex appeal for the rest of us!"
Elizabeth couldn't help but giggle and blush at her kin's praise before noting she had passed down all her good looks onto her as well. That didn't stop Olivia from commenting on what she thought was the highlight of her whole look, "And that bikini, gosh Mom what a great color! The tan is really meant for you!"
"Ya think so?" Elizabeth rhetorically asked, snapping at the sides of her waistbands, your painfully outstretched arms, before a light-bulb went off in her head. "Oh, that reminds me! Could you get a pic of it??" Handing her phone over to her daughter once she'd brought up the proper app and page, Olivia happily complied, not seeing any reason not to.
Once Elizabeth had launched into a sexy pose, showing off her voluptuous booty as well as it's entrenched pet, Olivia noticed an explosion of confetti celebrating yet another granted twenty thousand points. All at once, Olivia seemed to realize exactly what her mother was so brazenly wearing.
"Mom...is that...A-Andrew?" Olivia asked slowly as fear and embarrassment over the fact she'd already forgotten you crept over her.
Clueless to her daughter's bewildered look, Elizabeth happily replied, "Heehee, of course it is, silly! You noticed yourself he just makes such a perfect little thong!" Gripping a cheek in each hand, Elizabeth "playfully" rocked you around as she shook and pounded her cheeks together, smashing and grinding you in their hot embrace by doing so.
"M-Mom! That's enough!" Olivia said, covering her blushing face from the lewd display. Elizabeth only laughed along at that before taking her phone back and launching herself onto one of the pool decks lounge chairs. Not totally set on relaxing just yet, Olivia had to steel herself to ask, "Ummm, don't you think you could wear a different bikini? You know...to give Andrew a bit of a break?"
Letting her sunglasses fall down the bridge of her nose just an inch, Elizabeth peered at Olivia curiously above the shades. "A break? Honey, he's not exactly doing anything under my ass is he?" Olivia stammered over some kind of response to her mother's seemingly unbreakable argument before Elizabeth simply laughed and finished, "Besides, you should've seen how happy he was when I pulled him on! Little guy's practically in love!" Referring entirely to the affection level that can be reached after a bit of grinding, Elizabeth simply slid her shades back on and lounged out while Olivia stood flabbergasted at what she'd just heard. Her little Andrew was...practically in love...with her Mom?
Actually launching into a pout rather than getting angry or distraught, Olivia simply sat beside her mother, thinking to herself, 'Hmph, if he wants to be her bikini so bad, fine! I'm not going to let it stop me from enjoying my trip home!"
With that, your fate was seemingly sealed for the time being, as the two girls went through round after round of tanning themselves in the sun, to jumping into the pool to cool off and wash away the dribblings of sweat running down their curvy bodies. You couldn't move a muscle, your body entirely subject to Elizabeth's own movement as you stretched and pulled with each little step or sway she took. Any attempt at wiggling, screaming, or vibrating was lost in the nearly endless abyss of the brunette's well bronzed booty flesh, with your body sinking deeper and deeper into the mature woman's crack. While only amplifying your torment, it did allow her a more full tan across her posterior, a fact both she and Olivia were happy to gawk over.
As the sun fell over the horizon, the girls wrapped up their long, fruitful day by drying off and watching a beloved classic film in the living room. After a brief stint helping Elizabeth dry off, there was no rest for you as she slid you over her large soles, content with wearing you for the evening as nothing more than a cozy sock. Propped up on the living room table, Olivia only spared you the occasional glance as she witnessed her mother's toes wiggling happily inside your sock form, unsure whether she was meant to feel pity or disdain at this point.
With the day all but finished, the two girls parted ways as Elizabeth settled into her own bed, Elizabeth opting for once last photo of you before easily falling into a deep sleep. You whimpered helplessly as your owner rubbed her adjacent socked foot deep into your own form, endlessly preventing you from getting any shut eye yourself.
After hours of this torment though, a light creak could be heard in the distance. Just a moment later, and you felt two dexterous fingers lightly pry you free from the now warm and somewhat moist sole, as you gazed up at your girlfriend's face!
She shushed you, as if you had any capability of waking Elizabeth up in the first place, before taking you with her back to her own room. A wave of complete relief washed over you as it seemed this nightmare had finally come to an end. This stint simply laying in Olivia's hands was just about the longest you'd gone away from Elizabeth in over a week, the faint smell of lotion adorning her hands an unbelievable reprieve from the hours and days spent soaking in Elizabeth's sneakers, or drowning in the deepest depths of her dank crack.
"I guess we have a lot to talk about, huh Andrew?" Olivia was staring down at you plainly, and you could tell this wasn't easy for her. "You've had quite the time this past couple of weeks...so why don't I..."
1) "Let you tell me just how all this crazy stuff happened?"
2) "Make this easy for you. I'm sorry, I can't date an...object...Let alone something of my Mom's...Besides, she really seems to love having you around, I couldn't take that from her!"
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