"Did you enjoy the show, Steve?"
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
You are the biggest idiot in the world; all the more ironic because you are easily the smallest people in the world. How else could you explain a world in which a day can begin so completely ordinary (for you at least), and yet end up with you being forever labeled a sexual deviant because you got caught hiding under your mother’s panties in the back seat of her boyfriend’s car. You cannot even truly blame Tulip for this, and SHE is easily the number one source of your ‘bad luck’!
Several long seconds pass without you responding to John’s question. His face swims in front of you, just past the sheer fabric of your Mom’s underwear and there is no doubt in your mind that his dark eyes are focused directly on yours. There is NO ‘smooth’ way to wriggle out from under this. He found you. He caught you. Her lacy unmentionables, soaked with her juices and now a little of your own, still cling to your body just as much as your growing guilt does.
You want to come up with an excuse. You are DESPARATE to come up with one! But, wadded up in her panties the way you are, you find it impossible to think past the heady scent of your own Mother’s scent. Every time you inhale, all you can picture is those huge, swaying goddesses jutting to ridiculously proudly from her chest. They are just so spectacular with their perfect, soft skin; that deep, inviting line of pillowy cleavage; and of course those fat pink nipples tipping the end each.
John’s voice yanks you from your new ‘happy place’ with a start. There’s an odd tone as he speaks and a tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth. It could be a smirk but that would not make sense with how mad he must be.
“You awake in there, sport? You must have one heck of a hard-on for my Jenny’s panties you little perv!”
You could hit yourself; your silence is saying more than your pathetic excuses ever could! With effort, you push the jiggling, bouncing images of Jenny’s—oops… Mom’s heavenly bodies to the back of your mind and force yourself to find an excuse.
“I… well… I-I didn’t mean to… um… w-watch!”
It’s a lie. You were absolutely watching, but nobody can EVER know that! You certainly have not had any time to process your newfound conversion to the religion of Holy Cow Those are Huge Knockers; but, as its primary member you know that it is a secretive and much frowned upon following. You will have to do some fancy talking to keep from being labeled a disgusting little perv for the rest of your life. Already, you can see Tulip’s triumphant grin as she hears that you’ve been discovered hiding under Mom's underwear. Oh, and she’ll make certain that you are somehow ‘discovered’ in such a spot again and again till everybody, everywhere believes the humiliating stories. She’s already got your mom fooled about how much of a ‘loving’ sister she is, she can do anything.
John gives a dismissive snort as he shifts his hand. His powerful fingers fall away and for a moment the world beyond the sheer fabric tumbles wildly before your tiny body is caught by the crotch of your Mother’s panties. You sink to the bottom of the moist material like a giant hammock. Still holding the waistband with one finger, John lowers you into his lap.
The silvery tent falls around you as he sets you down and with the uneven terrain of his pants, it takes a few moments for you to finally fight your way free and blink up into his grinning face.
“Yeah,” he says firmly, “you were watching. Cause you’re a little freak, aren’t ya?”
You feel completely gobsmacked. For what feels like an eternity, you can feel your mouth working but no sound escaping as a thousand replies fight to escape your head first. You have GOT to change the direction of this conversation right now! Mustering up all of your charm you focus on John’s face.
“I… what? N-No! I-I wasn’t staring at her tits!”
“Yeeeeeah… That’s what I thought. Jenny’s told me stories about some of the places she or your sisters have caught you. Finally got a look at the goods and figured you’d catch a peep show from the back of my car, huh?”
No! You are not sure which is worse, that he knows exactly what your hormones drove you to do, or that its making him smirk. At least if he were mad you could make a show of being sorry and seeing the error of your ways. As it is, you keep fighting the urge to smirk sheepishly as if you had just pulled off some rebellious, if adolescent, prank! You kinda like John; he is much cooler than the constant stream of men that Mom brings home on a regular basis. If he starts running his mouth and joking with you or Mom then sooner or later Tulip will hear. Sure, you mom can be a bit of a dim bulb most the time, but Tulip has always been as sharp as a tack; she can NEVER know about any of this!
You take a step forward, trying to bring some calm to the situation, but as you take your step, John adjusts his seat and you stumble forward instead. The scent of your Mother is everywhere and as you tumble and you find yourself thinking about her enormous, jiggling chest again. Mere moments ago, her ass was planted in the same lap that you are now standing in. Only seconds now separate you from one of the most glorious sights you have ever seen. Every breath reminding you of how close you were to the titanic goddess. Every time you blink, you can see her glorious breasts swaying and heaving above you. You need to focus.
Think Steve, think! … NO! Not about her tits! Focus!
Finally, you find your footing again; standing atop a particularly firm patch. Slowly becoming aware of just how warm John’s body is beneath you as you blink up at him.
“N- No, John, w-wait! It’s not like tha—“
“Would you like to see some more?”
“YES!”
You clamp your hands over you mouth just in time to smother your horrified shriek as the answer leaps past your lips before you can stop it.
Yes? YES?! Way to go, you idiot! Way to crack under his amazingly clever ruse! Wanna see your mommy’s tits? SURE! Because I’m too stupid to live!
Instead of getting mad, John just smirks all the wider and nods once down at you.
“Gooooood.”
He breathes the word and the uneven ground beneath you shifts suddenly, forcing you back to your hands and knees. There’s a pulse from just beneath the fabric as if John’s body just… throbbed? But you try to ignore it as you climb back to your feet.
“Heh… Woopsie.” He grins down at you, “Now, obviously I’m the one going out on a limb… purely for educational purposes for you, sport. So, to make sure we have a deal, I’m going to need to administer a little… test.”
“A- a test?”
Years of being punished by your younger sister has given you a sixth sense for traps and, for some reason, that Tulip sense is going off right now. You can feel a hot flush spreading across your face and your eyes drop away from his. A deep breath fills your lungs as you stall for a moment but all it succeeds in doing is saturating your blood with your mom’s scent again.
Full grown, you’ll never stand more than an inch and a half tall, so the idea of going mountain climbing is as realistic as playing professional basketball. The idea is laughable and you’ve always dismissed it as such. And yet, now, all you want to do is climb the front of your mother’s blouse and dive between those two gargantuan sweater-puppies. Why? Because they’re there.
“What do I have to do?”
John snorts out another laugh and that smirk widens. The denim of his jeans presses upwards as John lets out a tiny groan and again you drop to your hands and knees. This time you put two and two together. You know exactly what you’re standing on. Only a few layers of material separate you from John’s… johnson!
“Good boy, Steve. Gooood boy.”
With a practiced ease, he reaches over you and pops open the glove compartment of his car and tugs out a large golden wrapper. He tosses the oversized candy into the passenger seat before turning his eyes back on you.
“Put that on me. … Now.”
John’s voice seems a little harder now as his huge fingers dip down towards you. You brace immediately to be picked up, still unable to believe the turn your morning has taken. Instead of wrapping around your tiny form, however, John’s fingers half brush you aside to grip the heavy zipper almost directly before your feet. You try to look away but you cannot seem to do it; watching the teeth part and as massive pillar of flesh spring free to fill John’s palm.
It is certainly bigger than yours. Heck, it was bigger than you! In a house full of women, you’d never even had the thought to really compare yourself to another guy, let alone the opportunity. Yet now you find yourself standing in its shadow. If John were to let go, it would fall on your tiny body like a tree!
But what does that have to do with a piece of cand— Its a condom! He had one the entire time!
“I- I thought you didn’t have any of those.”
“Don’t hurt yourself thinking, tiny. The fact is, a woman like Jenny deserves to have a bun in her oven as often as she can. Plus I hate wearing these stupid things… usually. But that’s not the point just now. Do you want to in on this… or not?”
Yesterday, this idea would have been ridiculous. Yesterday, you’d have felt the urge to report John’s offer to Mom of all people. But that was all before you set eyes on ‘them’; before those heavenly bodies had stared right back into your soul and informed you that your fate was to worship her naked breasts for the remainder of your long and height-challenged life.
In the end, the decision was made the moment she’d strode into the room naked.
So what are you going to do?
Several long seconds pass without you responding to John’s question. His face swims in front of you, just past the sheer fabric of your Mom’s underwear and there is no doubt in your mind that his dark eyes are focused directly on yours. There is NO ‘smooth’ way to wriggle out from under this. He found you. He caught you. Her lacy unmentionables, soaked with her juices and now a little of your own, still cling to your body just as much as your growing guilt does.
You want to come up with an excuse. You are DESPARATE to come up with one! But, wadded up in her panties the way you are, you find it impossible to think past the heady scent of your own Mother’s scent. Every time you inhale, all you can picture is those huge, swaying goddesses jutting to ridiculously proudly from her chest. They are just so spectacular with their perfect, soft skin; that deep, inviting line of pillowy cleavage; and of course those fat pink nipples tipping the end each.
John’s voice yanks you from your new ‘happy place’ with a start. There’s an odd tone as he speaks and a tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth. It could be a smirk but that would not make sense with how mad he must be.
“You awake in there, sport? You must have one heck of a hard-on for my Jenny’s panties you little perv!”
You could hit yourself; your silence is saying more than your pathetic excuses ever could! With effort, you push the jiggling, bouncing images of Jenny’s—oops… Mom’s heavenly bodies to the back of your mind and force yourself to find an excuse.
“I… well… I-I didn’t mean to… um… w-watch!”
It’s a lie. You were absolutely watching, but nobody can EVER know that! You certainly have not had any time to process your newfound conversion to the religion of Holy Cow Those are Huge Knockers; but, as its primary member you know that it is a secretive and much frowned upon following. You will have to do some fancy talking to keep from being labeled a disgusting little perv for the rest of your life. Already, you can see Tulip’s triumphant grin as she hears that you’ve been discovered hiding under Mom's underwear. Oh, and she’ll make certain that you are somehow ‘discovered’ in such a spot again and again till everybody, everywhere believes the humiliating stories. She’s already got your mom fooled about how much of a ‘loving’ sister she is, she can do anything.
John gives a dismissive snort as he shifts his hand. His powerful fingers fall away and for a moment the world beyond the sheer fabric tumbles wildly before your tiny body is caught by the crotch of your Mother’s panties. You sink to the bottom of the moist material like a giant hammock. Still holding the waistband with one finger, John lowers you into his lap.
The silvery tent falls around you as he sets you down and with the uneven terrain of his pants, it takes a few moments for you to finally fight your way free and blink up into his grinning face.
“Yeah,” he says firmly, “you were watching. Cause you’re a little freak, aren’t ya?”
You feel completely gobsmacked. For what feels like an eternity, you can feel your mouth working but no sound escaping as a thousand replies fight to escape your head first. You have GOT to change the direction of this conversation right now! Mustering up all of your charm you focus on John’s face.
“I… what? N-No! I-I wasn’t staring at her tits!”
“Yeeeeeah… That’s what I thought. Jenny’s told me stories about some of the places she or your sisters have caught you. Finally got a look at the goods and figured you’d catch a peep show from the back of my car, huh?”
No! You are not sure which is worse, that he knows exactly what your hormones drove you to do, or that its making him smirk. At least if he were mad you could make a show of being sorry and seeing the error of your ways. As it is, you keep fighting the urge to smirk sheepishly as if you had just pulled off some rebellious, if adolescent, prank! You kinda like John; he is much cooler than the constant stream of men that Mom brings home on a regular basis. If he starts running his mouth and joking with you or Mom then sooner or later Tulip will hear. Sure, you mom can be a bit of a dim bulb most the time, but Tulip has always been as sharp as a tack; she can NEVER know about any of this!
You take a step forward, trying to bring some calm to the situation, but as you take your step, John adjusts his seat and you stumble forward instead. The scent of your Mother is everywhere and as you tumble and you find yourself thinking about her enormous, jiggling chest again. Mere moments ago, her ass was planted in the same lap that you are now standing in. Only seconds now separate you from one of the most glorious sights you have ever seen. Every breath reminding you of how close you were to the titanic goddess. Every time you blink, you can see her glorious breasts swaying and heaving above you. You need to focus.
Think Steve, think! … NO! Not about her tits! Focus!
Finally, you find your footing again; standing atop a particularly firm patch. Slowly becoming aware of just how warm John’s body is beneath you as you blink up at him.
“N- No, John, w-wait! It’s not like tha—“
“Would you like to see some more?”
“YES!”
You clamp your hands over you mouth just in time to smother your horrified shriek as the answer leaps past your lips before you can stop it.
Yes? YES?! Way to go, you idiot! Way to crack under his amazingly clever ruse! Wanna see your mommy’s tits? SURE! Because I’m too stupid to live!
Instead of getting mad, John just smirks all the wider and nods once down at you.
“Gooooood.”
He breathes the word and the uneven ground beneath you shifts suddenly, forcing you back to your hands and knees. There’s a pulse from just beneath the fabric as if John’s body just… throbbed? But you try to ignore it as you climb back to your feet.
“Heh… Woopsie.” He grins down at you, “Now, obviously I’m the one going out on a limb… purely for educational purposes for you, sport. So, to make sure we have a deal, I’m going to need to administer a little… test.”
“A- a test?”
Years of being punished by your younger sister has given you a sixth sense for traps and, for some reason, that Tulip sense is going off right now. You can feel a hot flush spreading across your face and your eyes drop away from his. A deep breath fills your lungs as you stall for a moment but all it succeeds in doing is saturating your blood with your mom’s scent again.
Full grown, you’ll never stand more than an inch and a half tall, so the idea of going mountain climbing is as realistic as playing professional basketball. The idea is laughable and you’ve always dismissed it as such. And yet, now, all you want to do is climb the front of your mother’s blouse and dive between those two gargantuan sweater-puppies. Why? Because they’re there.
“What do I have to do?”
John snorts out another laugh and that smirk widens. The denim of his jeans presses upwards as John lets out a tiny groan and again you drop to your hands and knees. This time you put two and two together. You know exactly what you’re standing on. Only a few layers of material separate you from John’s… johnson!
“Good boy, Steve. Gooood boy.”
With a practiced ease, he reaches over you and pops open the glove compartment of his car and tugs out a large golden wrapper. He tosses the oversized candy into the passenger seat before turning his eyes back on you.
“Put that on me. … Now.”
John’s voice seems a little harder now as his huge fingers dip down towards you. You brace immediately to be picked up, still unable to believe the turn your morning has taken. Instead of wrapping around your tiny form, however, John’s fingers half brush you aside to grip the heavy zipper almost directly before your feet. You try to look away but you cannot seem to do it; watching the teeth part and as massive pillar of flesh spring free to fill John’s palm.
It is certainly bigger than yours. Heck, it was bigger than you! In a house full of women, you’d never even had the thought to really compare yourself to another guy, let alone the opportunity. Yet now you find yourself standing in its shadow. If John were to let go, it would fall on your tiny body like a tree!
But what does that have to do with a piece of cand— Its a condom! He had one the entire time!
“I- I thought you didn’t have any of those.”
“Don’t hurt yourself thinking, tiny. The fact is, a woman like Jenny deserves to have a bun in her oven as often as she can. Plus I hate wearing these stupid things… usually. But that’s not the point just now. Do you want to in on this… or not?”
Yesterday, this idea would have been ridiculous. Yesterday, you’d have felt the urge to report John’s offer to Mom of all people. But that was all before you set eyes on ‘them’; before those heavenly bodies had stared right back into your soul and informed you that your fate was to worship her naked breasts for the remainder of your long and height-challenged life.
In the end, the decision was made the moment she’d strode into the room naked.
So what are you going to do?
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