Miriam was gleeful that you'd chosen her over any other lady around and even more so that she had you right where she wanted. Ever since Zuleima shared her ideas with her and her other friends, a spark had been made, giving her a curiosity that only now had been sated but that didn't mean she was fully satisfied yet, as she was savoring the feeling slowly and softly clenching her plump glutes to get a better feel of your diminutive form. Somehow, Miriam felt that this time it was even better now that you knew exactly where you were.
Meanwhile, in the depths of her crack you were still engulfed by her cheeks' gigantic, doughy mass, which then began to press into you from both sides, largely molding to your body's shape but also pinning you in place. They relaxed and clenched increasingly faster and the giggling you could faintly heard suggested that your mom was really enjoying your presence. Hardly a surprise, knowing that she absolutely loved it whenever you pampered her ample rear.
Not wanting to get completely smothered, you tried your best at pushing the seemingly endless amount of doughy flesh engulfing you with your hands but they simply sank deeply into it and almost right after, everything began to shake wildly. Just as you were wondering what the hell was going on this time you heard your mom's muffled giggling and it didn't take you much to figure that you were inadvertently tickling her, eliciting even more rapid clenching and hip-swaying, making you feel like you were inside the world's biggest bouncy house.
"What's going on back there?" Sheila muttered with a raised eyebrow.
"He's tickling me again" Miriam replied while still giggling but also giving a bit of a smug grin "I mean he's giving me a little massage but it tickles too and it feels just lovely~" She practically sighed the last word.
Sheila then looked at Zuleima, not fully convinced because she knew that you tolerated your mom's antics but didn't exactly go out of your way to entertain them unless she explicitly asked you.
"I mean, we know he's very loyal to his mom" The Cuban scientist shrugged.
"Maybe he's exploring... the landscape has to be unlike anything we've ever seen or experienced"
"It must be like a world of soft pillows" Miriam replied with a breathy voice, getting some goosebumps on her shoulders and arms as many tingly pleasurable waves kept rushing across her body, from the depths of her crack and up her spine.
Upon hearing that, Sheila grabbed both of her massive cheeks with her hands and easily sank her fingers into their squishy but hefty mass, giving several squeezes and then trying to imagine being fully surrounded by that kind of softness. She smiled, convinced that her ass not only was bigger but also better than her bestie's. All she needed was a chance to convince you to give it a try.
Fortunately or unfortunately you managed to hear what your mom said and for a moment you stopped trying to push away all the blubbery flesh engulfing you but as soon as you did it did exactly what you'd been trying to prevent: to completely cover your body, though it was so soft that it wasn't exactly suffocating or smothering you but it wasn't letting you move freely. Soon, these meaty walls began contracting and relaxing though more slowly than before.
"What's wrong sweetie?" You heard her voice and you sighed. She definitely thought you were trying to please her when all you were trying to do was to move and to not drown into her huge ass. You should've seen this one coming, with your long history of massaging her behind so you decided to obey and thus, you resumed pushing as deep as your arms could sink into the immense squishy walls that surrounded you, applying circular and broad motions, akin to those used for kneading bread dough, something you had plenty of experience with due to your fondness for homemade bread and pizza.
Come to think of it, the consistency was remarkably similar, though actual bread dough was cool to the touch while this 'dough' was slightly warm and slightly moist. Thankfully you weren't too grossed out, it's just sweat which is mostly water with just some salt and it's your mom's anyway. You then remembered some things from many years ago...
[Flashback]
Owing to grandma Regina being a retired nurse, you were very aware of hygiene since an early age and thus, ever since you were little you knew things like covering your mouth when coughing or sneezing and didn't share food or drinks in an unsanitary way. Your parents found it cute and endearing that you fiercely adhered to all she taught you but sometimes they didn't quite obey the latter principles themselves.
When you mentioned how they took bites of the other one's food or drank from the same glass you'd tell them what grandma Regina taught you but they'd laugh and explain that they're a couple and that it's not as gross when people live together, though they still mentioned that if someone is sick then the rules apply in full. Sometimes it happened that you and your mom had a drink of water, juice or milk and as many glasses in the house were identical your mom got the wrong one a couple of times and when you told her, then asking if she wasn't grossed out her response was:
"Honey, I had you inside my belly for 9 months, you breathed from the air I breathed, ate from the food I ate and drank from what I drank. There's no way I can be grossed out" She then ruffled your hair with her hand and pulled you close for a hug.
"Besides, when you were little you drank my milk and you should know that my defenses passed onto you then. You're healthy and strong like your dad so I got nothing to worry about" She giggled.
[End of Flashback]
You couldn't help but chuckle at the memories. Later on, everyone got more distinct glasses and dishes so that these accidents became largely a thing of the past, but the lesson still remained. You understood that there wasn't any real harm from touching some sweat and even less so from your mom of all people, maybe with a stranger there'd be a more justifiable case.
'Huh, she's not even that sweaty' You thought, noting that the moisture was pretty mild. Either the summer heat made sure it evaporated quickly or her bikini bottoms absorbed most of it. You kept doing these broad kneading strokes with your arms while pushing your hands as deeply as they could sink into her overly abundant flesh and at the same time you walked to avoid having your legs fall asleep.
"Are you sure the poor guy didn't suffocate with all that?" Sheila asked with a teasing grin.
"Also, you let loose a few ones before, at that size the smell may have made him pass out"
"Please Sheila, are you really gonna lecture me on ass size and farts?" Miriam laughed.
"I mean, I'm not the one with an ant-sized boy roaming between my cheeks" Sheila replied with a slight hint of defensiveness.
"But you wish you were" Zuleima chimed in, earning an annoyed glare from the large Brazilian beauty while Miriam got a hearty chuckle out of it.
"I'll have you know my baby's fine. I think he just needed a little break because he's massaging me so much better right now~" Miriam said, rapidly clenching and unclenching her big booty in excitement and to get even more of a better feeling of you while entombed by her plentiful flesh. On top of this, she wiggled her wide hips, sending her gargantuan glutes into yet another jiggling frenzy and those rippling motions created massive waves of gelatinous booty fat that began pulling you in with their repeated undulations until she suddenly felt a more intense surge of pleasure and stopped in her tracks.
'Guess it wasn't so bad to grow up in California... got me used to the quakes' You thought with a brief chuckle when the shaking all around your immediate self-contained world intensified, your mom was certainly having a ton of fun and well, other than the new scale you were at this wasn't that different from any other times she had you give her a rub on her generously-sized derriere.
But these quakes still managed to catch you off your guard when the jiggly masses enveloping you began to ripple and those same rippling waves dragged you with them, pulling you along with them all of sudden and then you smacked on what felt like a terrain bump. Upon feeling the hint of rubbery softness through the thin fabric 'ground' your eyes widened.
'Oh god, not again!' You thought. You had fallen on this thing face-first and just like last time, it instantly started twitching like mad, its plump wrinkles quickly got a hold of your arms and legs, pinching them in between while the rest of this muscly disc frantically pulsated into you. Somehow, it felt as if this thing was either trying to kiss you or eat you and both options made you shudder.
"Is he really that good?" Zuleima raised an eyebrow, seeing that Miriam was blushing pretty hard and shuddering from what definitely seemed like a lot of pleasure and it looked like she was trying her hardest not to moan.
"Oh yeah, his hands are magic like that" Sheila said "I've had him give me rubs a few times, not nearly as many as I'd like though" She added, throwing Miriam a glance "I can't even start to imagine what it must feel at that size but... well, seems like it's way good judging by Miri's reaction"
Miriam's mind was nearly overwhelmed with pleasure and what little remained of her conscious was too busy trying not to embarrass her in front of her friends and so, in an act of raw impulse, she reached into her crack and pulled her thong bottom back to readjust it quickly. Knowing that you were there, she made it snap back into place slowly but even with that, when the fabric sank back into the depths of her crack she felt an even stronger wave of intense pleasure, making her heartbeat quicken as well as her breathing.
Meanwhile, you had your de facto 'ground' lifted from under your feet and then it came back from above like a swooping eagle, pushing you from behind, this time directly into the pink, rubbery wrinkly disc that had been desperately to claim you for its own...
