Mia’s True Feelings
Tiny Tutor (Re-Upload)
chapter 7
by
Bobob1
Watching with glee as her mother pulled you from her cleavage, only to absentmindedly rub your body against her nipples with a small blush on her face, Charlotte knew that now was the perfect opportunity to plant a seed in the blonde’s mind. One that would hopefully bear fruit in the form of increased difficulties for you. “You know mum, I’m not sure Sammy hated that stuff as much as you think.” The words instantly got Mia’s attention, and the redhead supressed a smirk as your aunt involuntarily squeezed down, crushing you even worse against her left breast as you compacted into the hardened areola. She knew she just needed to push a little bit more. “I mean there’s no doubt that you’re very attractive mum, and we’ve both seen enough lustful looks to know that even the younger guys want you. Do you really think Sammy is immune to that? Maybe all those ‘accidents’ weren’t so accidental after all. I mean, maybe he’s just being reserved because you’re his aunt.”
Nervously pulling you from her top, Mia did her best to laugh at her daughter’s joke, though it came out a bit strangled as she fought down a furious blush. Trying to play it off as a cough, she moved you across her torso and down her legs, pointedly avoiding eye-contact with Charlotte as she shook her head. “Very funny dear, but be serious please. He’s my nephew and over ten years my junior.” Despite her words she squirmed a little at the thought of you having a thing for her, not exactly displeased with the idea that she was desirable enough to ensnare even her own family members. You, on the other hand, would very much like to murder your cousin right now for putting such thoughts into the blonde’s head, knowing full well how badly this could all turn out for you. The continuous pressure as you were rubbed down your aunt’s toned legs prevented you from speaking, but if thoughts alone could kill then the redhead would currently be choking on your displeasure.
Heedless and uncaring of your thoughts, Charlotte grinned viciously at Mia’s reaction, seeing right through her words to the excited reactions beneath, and decided to lead her more down memory lane as she watched your squished form being shifted to her mother’s grimy feet. “Come on mum, just think about all of the times he’s ended up beneath you somehow. You’ve seen him what, four times, maybe five, since he was born. Has he ever not ended up squished by you?” The intensifying blush on Mia’s cheeks and the sight of you being flossed between your aunt’s powerful toes only made your cousin smile wider. “I mean, what was he doing on the couch this morning? He knew we were coming over, so why would he put himself somewhere like that if he didn’t want to get sat on? Hell, he was probably disappointed when me and Chloe pointed him out to you. And how about that time he just happened to end up in your heels before you and Aunt Shannon went dancing. I swear, he was playing with me and Chloe one moment and then the next he was just gone. We thought it was an accident at the time, but don’t you think he may have just deliberately dived into them?”
If you weren’t currently being choked by the lumps of toe jam being smeared across your stretched-out face, you would have been screaming at Charlotte for her deception. You’d ended up on the couch well before you knew your extended family were visiting, and had in no way been displeased when Mia stood up. As for the heels incident, that had been one hundred percent the redhead’s own doing. As soon as Chloe had been distracted she’d wasted no time pounding you flat beneath her hand and tossing you into her mother’s shoes, knowing full well the hellish night that awaited you. At the time you’d been persuaded by her younger age to keep your mouth shut in the hopes that her behaviour would improve, but know you were regretting ever showing her such kindness.
While you suffered, Mia couldn’t help but let her thoughts wander a little, blushing furiously as she allowed herself a brief moment to fantasise about having her squishy nephew wholly to herself. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t remember that night of dancing. The way her left insole had felt so much better than her right, providing the perfect amount of cushioning and support as she deliberately focused more and more of her weight upon it. She’d danced for hours in absolute bliss, leaving Shannon in her dust as she strut her stuff across the dance floor, and when she’d returned to her sister’s home she’d fully intended to find just what had happened to her left insole in the hopes of replicating that effect to her right. The discovery of the thoroughly mangled body of her squished nephew had both horrified and disappointed her, robbing her of the chance to enjoy that heavenly cushion any longer. She’d similarly missed the extra support you had provided to her bra on your birthday, and the delightful bit of padding you’d provided to the many seats she had sat on you upon.
As she had fantasised, Mia had surreptitiously moved your flattened form from her legs towards the bulbous swell of her rear, returning you to where you had so recently escaped but this time pushing you under the hem of her soaked yoga pants to directly attack the rivers of sweat that continued to run across her lower curves. The smell alone was enough to make you wish you could just pass out, even through the lingering stench of everything else you had been exposed to, but the taste of the sweat itself was on a whole other level, effortlessly dominating your senses as it flowed into your body. Filled to the brim with the many emissions of your aunt’s body you felt like you were on the verge of breaking even before the massive blonde began to tease her crack with your soiled body, a shiver running through her entire body and making you want to scream at the injustice of it all.
Finally you were granted a small mercy as Mia eventually shook herself from her thoughts, breaking free of her fantasies with a small embarrassed cough as she pulled her sweat rag from her pants and self-consciously began scrunching it up in her hands while looking to Charlotte with the calmest face she could muster. “Ahem. As I was saying dear, please be serious. That’s your cousin you are talking about, not some random boy from the street.” Unable to maintain a neutral expression for long, she blushed and turned away, screwing you up even more as she struggled to maintain some semblance of composure. “And even if I-ah, I mean… even if he did have feelings like that, it’s best to just let it be I think. No need to rock the boat by telling anyone else about it.” The blonde sighed, running a hand through her hair as she tried to calm her suddenly errant heartbeat, her gaze flicking down to her hands where you had been scrunched up into a tight ball and a small frown crossing her lips. Contemplating for a moment, her eyes eventually returned to her daughter as she spoke again.
Nervously pulling you from her top, Mia did her best to laugh at her daughter’s joke, though it came out a bit strangled as she fought down a furious blush. Trying to play it off as a cough, she moved you across her torso and down her legs, pointedly avoiding eye-contact with Charlotte as she shook her head. “Very funny dear, but be serious please. He’s my nephew and over ten years my junior.” Despite her words she squirmed a little at the thought of you having a thing for her, not exactly displeased with the idea that she was desirable enough to ensnare even her own family members. You, on the other hand, would very much like to murder your cousin right now for putting such thoughts into the blonde’s head, knowing full well how badly this could all turn out for you. The continuous pressure as you were rubbed down your aunt’s toned legs prevented you from speaking, but if thoughts alone could kill then the redhead would currently be choking on your displeasure.
Heedless and uncaring of your thoughts, Charlotte grinned viciously at Mia’s reaction, seeing right through her words to the excited reactions beneath, and decided to lead her more down memory lane as she watched your squished form being shifted to her mother’s grimy feet. “Come on mum, just think about all of the times he’s ended up beneath you somehow. You’ve seen him what, four times, maybe five, since he was born. Has he ever not ended up squished by you?” The intensifying blush on Mia’s cheeks and the sight of you being flossed between your aunt’s powerful toes only made your cousin smile wider. “I mean, what was he doing on the couch this morning? He knew we were coming over, so why would he put himself somewhere like that if he didn’t want to get sat on? Hell, he was probably disappointed when me and Chloe pointed him out to you. And how about that time he just happened to end up in your heels before you and Aunt Shannon went dancing. I swear, he was playing with me and Chloe one moment and then the next he was just gone. We thought it was an accident at the time, but don’t you think he may have just deliberately dived into them?”
If you weren’t currently being choked by the lumps of toe jam being smeared across your stretched-out face, you would have been screaming at Charlotte for her deception. You’d ended up on the couch well before you knew your extended family were visiting, and had in no way been displeased when Mia stood up. As for the heels incident, that had been one hundred percent the redhead’s own doing. As soon as Chloe had been distracted she’d wasted no time pounding you flat beneath her hand and tossing you into her mother’s shoes, knowing full well the hellish night that awaited you. At the time you’d been persuaded by her younger age to keep your mouth shut in the hopes that her behaviour would improve, but know you were regretting ever showing her such kindness.
While you suffered, Mia couldn’t help but let her thoughts wander a little, blushing furiously as she allowed herself a brief moment to fantasise about having her squishy nephew wholly to herself. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t remember that night of dancing. The way her left insole had felt so much better than her right, providing the perfect amount of cushioning and support as she deliberately focused more and more of her weight upon it. She’d danced for hours in absolute bliss, leaving Shannon in her dust as she strut her stuff across the dance floor, and when she’d returned to her sister’s home she’d fully intended to find just what had happened to her left insole in the hopes of replicating that effect to her right. The discovery of the thoroughly mangled body of her squished nephew had both horrified and disappointed her, robbing her of the chance to enjoy that heavenly cushion any longer. She’d similarly missed the extra support you had provided to her bra on your birthday, and the delightful bit of padding you’d provided to the many seats she had sat on you upon.
As she had fantasised, Mia had surreptitiously moved your flattened form from her legs towards the bulbous swell of her rear, returning you to where you had so recently escaped but this time pushing you under the hem of her soaked yoga pants to directly attack the rivers of sweat that continued to run across her lower curves. The smell alone was enough to make you wish you could just pass out, even through the lingering stench of everything else you had been exposed to, but the taste of the sweat itself was on a whole other level, effortlessly dominating your senses as it flowed into your body. Filled to the brim with the many emissions of your aunt’s body you felt like you were on the verge of breaking even before the massive blonde began to tease her crack with your soiled body, a shiver running through her entire body and making you want to scream at the injustice of it all.
Finally you were granted a small mercy as Mia eventually shook herself from her thoughts, breaking free of her fantasies with a small embarrassed cough as she pulled her sweat rag from her pants and self-consciously began scrunching it up in her hands while looking to Charlotte with the calmest face she could muster. “Ahem. As I was saying dear, please be serious. That’s your cousin you are talking about, not some random boy from the street.” Unable to maintain a neutral expression for long, she blushed and turned away, screwing you up even more as she struggled to maintain some semblance of composure. “And even if I-ah, I mean… even if he did have feelings like that, it’s best to just let it be I think. No need to rock the boat by telling anyone else about it.” The blonde sighed, running a hand through her hair as she tried to calm her suddenly errant heartbeat, her gaze flicking down to her hands where you had been scrunched up into a tight ball and a small frown crossing her lips. Contemplating for a moment, her eyes eventually returned to her daughter as she spoke again.
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April 23, 2025
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