John shows the porn and tells you his idea
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
“Do you know what a fluffer is, sport?” John asks with a grin as he glances over at you. A wide, confident grin dominates his features as the wind blows through his hair and it is easy to see why Mom likes him so much.
He’s just so damned cool!
John found you cowering under your mom’s panties, figured out that you were ogling her and is now letting you lounge in a bed of those same silky underthings while you jerk your cock faster and faster. Each time, John has not only NOT gotten angry, but he has managed to make you feel as if it were the most normal thing in the world! Those smirking glances he keeps shooting at your tiny body as you pleasure yourself were just the knowing look of a brother-in-arms; the two of you have gone through this embarrassing experience and come out stronger for it. Mom is John’s girlfriend, and now you can feel that same level of respect radiating towards you!
Sure, I had to climb that veiny monster of his, but I’m pretty sure that was just his way of covering for MY embarrassment. He sure looked impressed at the way I tackled his… um… test! Even all his little nicknames show how much I impressed him!
“Hey navel lint, you listening? Do you know what a fluffer is?” John says with that same grin, although there is irritation in his tone now.
“Y-yeah! I’m listening… John.” You snort at using his first name just like a real adult! “Um, I think that’s part of the engine?”
“Nah… That’s not it.” This time John snorts as he gives a shake of his head. “When they film a porno, sometimes the guy has trouble performing, right? I mean, those women are voracious, you with me sport?” You are not sure that you understand, but he continues on anyway. “And my Jenny is like ten times the whore they’ll EVER be, right?”
You want to be angry angry at that description of Mom; but John says it with such a knowing laugh that you cannot help but laugh along with him.
“Uh… y-yeah!”
“Right! Ha, you and I are going to get along great, tiny! Anyway, so the fluffer. The fluffer’s job is to help the guy out just before he’s gotta give the girl a ride on his bald-headed yogurt-slinger. Sometimes they do what you just did for me. Sometimes they help in ‘other’ ways. Point is, they provide a service and in return, they get a front row seat to some of the best action available, you got me?”
“Yeah, absolutely!” You nod excitedly, trying to matching John’s enthusiasm.
I have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about! Is ‘he’ a fluffer? Is this more male bonding? Can’t this wait till after I’m finished?
You stroke a little faster as you inhale another deep breath of Mom’s enchanting scent. Maintaining the memory of her glorious, bouncing breasts is SO easy at the moment; half the time when John speaks, it is the image of full, round, heaving orbs that fill your mind instead of his face. Forming a coherent reply, though, keeps you just distracted enough that you cannot finish. Every time you get close, John asks another question!
“Damned right ya do, sport! It’s an important job. I mean… YOU’D probably love to have a job like that when you get… heh… big! Whatcha think about that?”
Your mom’s pendulous breasts and the desire to be John’s buddy fight behind your eyes for a moment before you reluctantly push her tits to the back. You have to focus on John for a few more minutes and then you can finish your quiet worship of her curves. Struggling to focus, you run everything back through your head. A job where you might have to see a giant dick but the flip side you’d get to see real-life situations up close? Yeah… Yeah! You definitely see the bright side to that.
“I… uh… Yeah! Sounds awesome.” Your head bobs in an exaggerated nod. John's eyes lingering on yours before giving a quick glance at the rest of your body with that smirk again.
“Good boy, short stuff. You learn quick! So then I’m thinking: why not start a job like that NOW? You’ve obviously got a real knack for it.” He snorts and his voice drops as if he were whispering to you in a crowded room. “Probabily get that from my Jenny, huh? Nobody can handle a dick half as well as she can; that woman was born for it, you know what I’m saying?” He laughs again and slaps the edge of your seat causing you and the wisp of fabric making up Mom’s panties to jump.
“So… you’ll be MY fluffer!” There is no question in his tone; he has already decided. You are quiet for a moment as you try to decide if you like this idea. “Oops, almost forgot. Gotta keep up my end, right sport?”
John reaches into his shirt pocket and tugs out his phone, setting it beside you like a wide-screen television.
“You’ll love this,” he breathes just as the phone lights up. Any thought of arguing disappears immediately as you stare at your Mom’s grinning face. She’s obviously topless but covering both her nipples with one slender arm; squeezing both of her jugging breasts tightly together as if the jiggly flesh were going to actually overflow her hand-bra. You cannot see the other hand but from the angle of her arm, you have a hard time imagining it anywhere besides being between her out-of-shot thighs. The full pads of her lips are puckered towards you as she blows a kiss towards the camera. After a life without porn, this picture is the sexiest thing you have ever seen in your life and you drink it in the split second that it takes for word ‘incoming’ to appear beneath it.
“Oops,” John grumbles as the huge screen lifts away to his palm again. He gives you a long look before forcing a grin and swiping the call away to voicemail. “She’s probably just looking for… something. I’ll talk to her soon. Here, try this instead.” A stab of disappointment runs through you as he pockets the phone again before reaching into the backseat and retrieving a tablet. He wedges it does beside you and if the phone was a widescreen TV, you are now staring up at a movie theater screen.
John scrolls through a list of files with a practiced ease before stopping on one and clicking it open. The file’s name starts ‘JaniceTheDirtyW…’ but you cannot read the rest before it flashes open to reveal a long list of movies and jpegs.
“Heh, you’ll like this one, you little perv.” John smirks as he clicks on a file from barely a week ago.
The massive tablet screen fills with the film.
The movie is dark at first but eventually it focuses on a figure. Your mouth drops open when you recognize the uniform that the girl is wearing. It is your older sister’s schoolgirl uniform!
He slept with Tracy?!
She is kneeling on the floor with her back to the camera. Her slender arms are behind her and you can just barely make out a gleaming pair of handcuffs around her wrists before the view pans higher. You never realized how developed Tracy had become; even from the back, you can see the curve of her breasts straining against the tight fabric of her uniform. Her long hair is tied up in pigtails which somehow make her jutting chest look cartoonishly large.
“Mmmm… I think I’ve been a bad girl,” Tracy breathes in a low, throaty voice as the John steps closer.
“That’s alright, princess,” John’s voice tells her as he steps around to her face, “I know exactly how to treat a bad girl.”
You hanging jaw somehow opens wider. It is NOT Tracy! It IS Mom! Your mom is wearing her own daughter’s school uniform while she fools around with her current boyfriend! You blink again as your recognize your corner of the room. They are playing this game in the living room?! It is; you recognize that tube sock as your bed! You will never be able to fall asleep again without thinking about Mom kneeling just a short distance away.
“Mmm… good, cause I’m really really… mmm… hungry.” Your mother purrs the words and as if by magic, the veiny beast that you have already gotten to know just a little too well, slides into view at the bottom of the screen.
“Shut up, bitch. Good girls are seen and not heard.” Instead of getting upset at the treatment, you hear Mom giggle in a way that you have never heard before; light, almost musical. John’s hand closes around one of her pigtails and yanks her forward and Mom’s mouth opens immediately to accept the thick girth of his powerful cock. The same column of flesh that you had just struggled to climb to the top of, disappears between your mother’s lips as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her.
You cannot tear your eyes away. Mom bobs her head up and down, barely breathing on the thick, rod of man meat, slurping and swallowing loudly until John finally lets her pull back. Her jutting chest heaves with deep breaths as she looks directly into the camera.
“Please, Daddy. I need you inside me. I want you so so bad. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about it all day!” As she speaks, she slips down further. Her movements are awkward in the cuffs but she turns her back towards the camera before sinking her face down, pressing it to the carpet, her long blond hair spilling almost to your bed as she pushes her glorious ass up towards the camera. You can see everything. EVERYTHING. The puffy slit of her cunt almost drools as John reaches forward and sinks two fingers into her core, before pressing his thumb against the tightly puckered star of--
“Here’s our stop.” John says with a flip of his finger that ends the movie clip.
There is a sudden gush of heat across your hand and you blink down into your sticky lap. You came just by watching the video; you were not even touching yourself! You can still hear her girlish giggle in your ears as she begged.
“W… where are we?”
He’s just so damned cool!
John found you cowering under your mom’s panties, figured out that you were ogling her and is now letting you lounge in a bed of those same silky underthings while you jerk your cock faster and faster. Each time, John has not only NOT gotten angry, but he has managed to make you feel as if it were the most normal thing in the world! Those smirking glances he keeps shooting at your tiny body as you pleasure yourself were just the knowing look of a brother-in-arms; the two of you have gone through this embarrassing experience and come out stronger for it. Mom is John’s girlfriend, and now you can feel that same level of respect radiating towards you!
Sure, I had to climb that veiny monster of his, but I’m pretty sure that was just his way of covering for MY embarrassment. He sure looked impressed at the way I tackled his… um… test! Even all his little nicknames show how much I impressed him!
“Hey navel lint, you listening? Do you know what a fluffer is?” John says with that same grin, although there is irritation in his tone now.
“Y-yeah! I’m listening… John.” You snort at using his first name just like a real adult! “Um, I think that’s part of the engine?”
“Nah… That’s not it.” This time John snorts as he gives a shake of his head. “When they film a porno, sometimes the guy has trouble performing, right? I mean, those women are voracious, you with me sport?” You are not sure that you understand, but he continues on anyway. “And my Jenny is like ten times the whore they’ll EVER be, right?”
You want to be angry angry at that description of Mom; but John says it with such a knowing laugh that you cannot help but laugh along with him.
“Uh… y-yeah!”
“Right! Ha, you and I are going to get along great, tiny! Anyway, so the fluffer. The fluffer’s job is to help the guy out just before he’s gotta give the girl a ride on his bald-headed yogurt-slinger. Sometimes they do what you just did for me. Sometimes they help in ‘other’ ways. Point is, they provide a service and in return, they get a front row seat to some of the best action available, you got me?”
“Yeah, absolutely!” You nod excitedly, trying to matching John’s enthusiasm.
I have absolutely no idea what he’s talking about! Is ‘he’ a fluffer? Is this more male bonding? Can’t this wait till after I’m finished?
You stroke a little faster as you inhale another deep breath of Mom’s enchanting scent. Maintaining the memory of her glorious, bouncing breasts is SO easy at the moment; half the time when John speaks, it is the image of full, round, heaving orbs that fill your mind instead of his face. Forming a coherent reply, though, keeps you just distracted enough that you cannot finish. Every time you get close, John asks another question!
“Damned right ya do, sport! It’s an important job. I mean… YOU’D probably love to have a job like that when you get… heh… big! Whatcha think about that?”
Your mom’s pendulous breasts and the desire to be John’s buddy fight behind your eyes for a moment before you reluctantly push her tits to the back. You have to focus on John for a few more minutes and then you can finish your quiet worship of her curves. Struggling to focus, you run everything back through your head. A job where you might have to see a giant dick but the flip side you’d get to see real-life situations up close? Yeah… Yeah! You definitely see the bright side to that.
“I… uh… Yeah! Sounds awesome.” Your head bobs in an exaggerated nod. John's eyes lingering on yours before giving a quick glance at the rest of your body with that smirk again.
“Good boy, short stuff. You learn quick! So then I’m thinking: why not start a job like that NOW? You’ve obviously got a real knack for it.” He snorts and his voice drops as if he were whispering to you in a crowded room. “Probabily get that from my Jenny, huh? Nobody can handle a dick half as well as she can; that woman was born for it, you know what I’m saying?” He laughs again and slaps the edge of your seat causing you and the wisp of fabric making up Mom’s panties to jump.
“So… you’ll be MY fluffer!” There is no question in his tone; he has already decided. You are quiet for a moment as you try to decide if you like this idea. “Oops, almost forgot. Gotta keep up my end, right sport?”
John reaches into his shirt pocket and tugs out his phone, setting it beside you like a wide-screen television.
“You’ll love this,” he breathes just as the phone lights up. Any thought of arguing disappears immediately as you stare at your Mom’s grinning face. She’s obviously topless but covering both her nipples with one slender arm; squeezing both of her jugging breasts tightly together as if the jiggly flesh were going to actually overflow her hand-bra. You cannot see the other hand but from the angle of her arm, you have a hard time imagining it anywhere besides being between her out-of-shot thighs. The full pads of her lips are puckered towards you as she blows a kiss towards the camera. After a life without porn, this picture is the sexiest thing you have ever seen in your life and you drink it in the split second that it takes for word ‘incoming’ to appear beneath it.
“Oops,” John grumbles as the huge screen lifts away to his palm again. He gives you a long look before forcing a grin and swiping the call away to voicemail. “She’s probably just looking for… something. I’ll talk to her soon. Here, try this instead.” A stab of disappointment runs through you as he pockets the phone again before reaching into the backseat and retrieving a tablet. He wedges it does beside you and if the phone was a widescreen TV, you are now staring up at a movie theater screen.
John scrolls through a list of files with a practiced ease before stopping on one and clicking it open. The file’s name starts ‘JaniceTheDirtyW…’ but you cannot read the rest before it flashes open to reveal a long list of movies and jpegs.
“Heh, you’ll like this one, you little perv.” John smirks as he clicks on a file from barely a week ago.
The massive tablet screen fills with the film.
The movie is dark at first but eventually it focuses on a figure. Your mouth drops open when you recognize the uniform that the girl is wearing. It is your older sister’s schoolgirl uniform!
He slept with Tracy?!
She is kneeling on the floor with her back to the camera. Her slender arms are behind her and you can just barely make out a gleaming pair of handcuffs around her wrists before the view pans higher. You never realized how developed Tracy had become; even from the back, you can see the curve of her breasts straining against the tight fabric of her uniform. Her long hair is tied up in pigtails which somehow make her jutting chest look cartoonishly large.
“Mmmm… I think I’ve been a bad girl,” Tracy breathes in a low, throaty voice as the John steps closer.
“That’s alright, princess,” John’s voice tells her as he steps around to her face, “I know exactly how to treat a bad girl.”
You hanging jaw somehow opens wider. It is NOT Tracy! It IS Mom! Your mom is wearing her own daughter’s school uniform while she fools around with her current boyfriend! You blink again as your recognize your corner of the room. They are playing this game in the living room?! It is; you recognize that tube sock as your bed! You will never be able to fall asleep again without thinking about Mom kneeling just a short distance away.
“Mmm… good, cause I’m really really… mmm… hungry.” Your mother purrs the words and as if by magic, the veiny beast that you have already gotten to know just a little too well, slides into view at the bottom of the screen.
“Shut up, bitch. Good girls are seen and not heard.” Instead of getting upset at the treatment, you hear Mom giggle in a way that you have never heard before; light, almost musical. John’s hand closes around one of her pigtails and yanks her forward and Mom’s mouth opens immediately to accept the thick girth of his powerful cock. The same column of flesh that you had just struggled to climb to the top of, disappears between your mother’s lips as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her.
You cannot tear your eyes away. Mom bobs her head up and down, barely breathing on the thick, rod of man meat, slurping and swallowing loudly until John finally lets her pull back. Her jutting chest heaves with deep breaths as she looks directly into the camera.
“Please, Daddy. I need you inside me. I want you so so bad. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about it all day!” As she speaks, she slips down further. Her movements are awkward in the cuffs but she turns her back towards the camera before sinking her face down, pressing it to the carpet, her long blond hair spilling almost to your bed as she pushes her glorious ass up towards the camera. You can see everything. EVERYTHING. The puffy slit of her cunt almost drools as John reaches forward and sinks two fingers into her core, before pressing his thumb against the tightly puckered star of--
“Here’s our stop.” John says with a flip of his finger that ends the movie clip.
There is a sudden gush of heat across your hand and you blink down into your sticky lap. You came just by watching the video; you were not even touching yourself! You can still hear her girlish giggle in your ears as she begged.
“W… where are we?”
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