Quality Time With Mum’s Ass
My Shrunken Life (Re-Upload)
chapter 14
by
Bobob1
As you were brought up into the light you tried desperately to form words, or produce any sound whatsoever as your cloth prison was unravelled between your mother’s powerful hands. As the other apparel around you was separated and dropped back into the drawer, you realised with a quickly rising sense of dread that the fabric you were currently adhered to was almost certainly part of one of Mary’s thongs, being the only things she owned composed of such thin straps. With no thought for your location or safety, the giant woman lowered you towards the ground as her feet stepped up to claim their holes and you finally realised exactly where you had become adhered.
As Mary’s mile long legs settled on either side of you, you could only look up in despair at the looming mounds of her buttocks hanging mockingly above, knowing full well that those mighty cheeks were soon to become your new prison. As the thong began to accelerate upwards you felt an odd sense of nostalgia, remembering all the times in your life you’d found yourself in positions just like this, whether with your mother or some other woman, only to have such thoughts crushed out of you as you were unceremoniously plunged into the depths of Mary’s cavernous booty.
Instantaneously you found yourself surrounded on all sides by the warm flesh of your mother, pressing in on you with tremendous force as the too-tight thong was swallowed into their mass. This deep in, a constant miasma of sweat and stale air surrounded you, mixing with the lingering scent of Mary’s most recent emissions. As you were pressed deeper you could start to see the outline of the brunette’s back door and put all your strength into renewing your desperate struggles to escape. You’d gotten familiar with that particular part of your mother enough times to last a lifetime already, and you had no intention of reacquainting yourself if at all possible.
Unfortunately for you, as was so often the case in your life, your attempts to escape and seek help only resulted in more torment. Your feeble movements translated into nothing more than a tiny insignificant irritation between Mary’s cheeks, easily dismissed as simply the presence of the thong rubbing against her skin. Without conscious thought, your mother simply grabbed the straps of the thong and pulled tighter, slamming both the fabric and your tiny body directly into her anus as she quickly started to shift her cheeks around to smother the lingering itch.
Being trapped between your mother’s cheeks was bad, but being ground against her anus like this was infinitely worse, quickly covering you in a lathering of sweat and other things you’d rather not think about. Your only solace was that the entrance itself was still closed, so for now at least you were spared the experience of actually entering her. You were, however, still more than close enough to hear a distant rumble from her bowels that filled you with a fresh wave of dread.
Oblivious to your torment, Mary sighed as the irritation finally faded, relaxing her cheeks and unintentionally releasing the building pressure in her bowels in the form of a warm hissing blast of air that struck you directly in the face. While you choked and cried your mother merely laughed, releasing two more farts in quick succession as she chuckled and bathed you in her stink.
Though you were no longer being pressed directly into Mary’s anus, her tight thong ensured that even with multiple direct hits from her flatulence, you remained firmly trapped between the cheeks, and the pressure only increased as she got dressed. From your prison you were unable to see what kind of clothing your mother had donned, but as she bent down to slip on her shoes and pressed you deeper still, you knew it was tight enough to ensure you wouldn’t be escaping anytime soon.
Wandering downstairs without a care, Mary busied herself putting together a quick sandwich while she shifted her hips side to side in time with a song playing in her head. She had no idea that her movements were only crushing you further, nor of the increased waves of sweat pouring over your body and mixing with the lingering scent of her earlier farts. Indeed right now your plight was the furthest thing from her mind, even the earlier irritation of your presence having faded entirely.
Stepping into the kitchen to grab some water, Claire laughed as she watched her mother shaking her booty to some imagined beat, stepping into the older woman’s line of sight as she…
As Mary’s mile long legs settled on either side of you, you could only look up in despair at the looming mounds of her buttocks hanging mockingly above, knowing full well that those mighty cheeks were soon to become your new prison. As the thong began to accelerate upwards you felt an odd sense of nostalgia, remembering all the times in your life you’d found yourself in positions just like this, whether with your mother or some other woman, only to have such thoughts crushed out of you as you were unceremoniously plunged into the depths of Mary’s cavernous booty.
Instantaneously you found yourself surrounded on all sides by the warm flesh of your mother, pressing in on you with tremendous force as the too-tight thong was swallowed into their mass. This deep in, a constant miasma of sweat and stale air surrounded you, mixing with the lingering scent of Mary’s most recent emissions. As you were pressed deeper you could start to see the outline of the brunette’s back door and put all your strength into renewing your desperate struggles to escape. You’d gotten familiar with that particular part of your mother enough times to last a lifetime already, and you had no intention of reacquainting yourself if at all possible.
Unfortunately for you, as was so often the case in your life, your attempts to escape and seek help only resulted in more torment. Your feeble movements translated into nothing more than a tiny insignificant irritation between Mary’s cheeks, easily dismissed as simply the presence of the thong rubbing against her skin. Without conscious thought, your mother simply grabbed the straps of the thong and pulled tighter, slamming both the fabric and your tiny body directly into her anus as she quickly started to shift her cheeks around to smother the lingering itch.
Being trapped between your mother’s cheeks was bad, but being ground against her anus like this was infinitely worse, quickly covering you in a lathering of sweat and other things you’d rather not think about. Your only solace was that the entrance itself was still closed, so for now at least you were spared the experience of actually entering her. You were, however, still more than close enough to hear a distant rumble from her bowels that filled you with a fresh wave of dread.
Oblivious to your torment, Mary sighed as the irritation finally faded, relaxing her cheeks and unintentionally releasing the building pressure in her bowels in the form of a warm hissing blast of air that struck you directly in the face. While you choked and cried your mother merely laughed, releasing two more farts in quick succession as she chuckled and bathed you in her stink.
Though you were no longer being pressed directly into Mary’s anus, her tight thong ensured that even with multiple direct hits from her flatulence, you remained firmly trapped between the cheeks, and the pressure only increased as she got dressed. From your prison you were unable to see what kind of clothing your mother had donned, but as she bent down to slip on her shoes and pressed you deeper still, you knew it was tight enough to ensure you wouldn’t be escaping anytime soon.
Wandering downstairs without a care, Mary busied herself putting together a quick sandwich while she shifted her hips side to side in time with a song playing in her head. She had no idea that her movements were only crushing you further, nor of the increased waves of sweat pouring over your body and mixing with the lingering scent of her earlier farts. Indeed right now your plight was the furthest thing from her mind, even the earlier irritation of your presence having faded entirely.
Stepping into the kitchen to grab some water, Claire laughed as she watched her mother shaking her booty to some imagined beat, stepping into the older woman’s line of sight as she…
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April 23, 2025
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