Breakfast
A Tiny Child Chapter 2
"Listen to this, mom." It was your sister Amanda seated at the kitchen table.
Carolyn descended the stairs. As she walks, she carried you close to her body. With each step she takes, her hips sway back and forth in rhythm and her breasts move up and down and up and down. The two mountains in front of you hypnotized you. Her bathrobe had a rather revealing opening in front, and as Carolyn walked down the stairs you lay there on her hand, watching the two white orbs jiggle and bounce to and fro, whopping against each other with each down-stroke. It was always a huge relief that you were so small she could barely tell that you were staring at her tits, and especially that she couldn't tell that your pants had been tenting since you woke up.

"Newspaper article talking about this one tiny kid whose aunt accidentally swallowed him..."

"Oh my! How terrible!" Carolyn brings the hand that you are in up to her bare chest in shock. You are unprepared for this and start sliding down her chest and into her cleavage, feeling her smooth, supple skin. You slide down the side of her warm breast and deep into her cleavage within her robe. You are completely invisible to the outside world, and, as if by karma, the bouncing of her mountainous breasts as she approaches the kitchen now slap you to and fro, up and down, side to side with her steps.
"Uh, mom?" you shout. Or attempt to shout, since your face is enveloped in breast flesh.
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May 12, 2023
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