You land in your mom's cleavage
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
Mom's chest or a butt load of pain. :::::sigh:::: 'Screw it,' you think, 'I'll deal with the broken leg.' The only good thing you see in this decision is that the leg will heal but the lesson it teaches your family will hopefully last for some time.
With that you let go. Unfortunately, you've waited too long. You end up letting go just as you Mom moves the basket and you find that the decision is suddenly no longer in your hands as your Mom's cleavage seems to rocket up at you.
You Mom still has the headphones on so she doesn't hear anything; however, had she been listening she would have only made out: "Shiiii--" before you found yourself wedged deep between her breasts. A combination of your fall and her movement while she finishes starting the washer quickly ensures that you're deep enough between the two huge, soft orbs that you are not easily visible to the outside world. In fact, as you mother stands up straight and begins walking away from the washer her tit flesh actually comes back together above your head sealing you within your Mom's cleavage.
"Shit!" you say, though nobody hears you (a recurring theme you notice), "now what do I do?!" You had expected your Mom to instantly notice something crawling around between her tits. It's got to be those damn long necklaces she usually wears. She must be used so some sort of pendant or piece of jewelry hanging close to where you are so the sensation of a small, foreign mass between her tits doesn't immediately grab her attention.
Alright, alright, calm down. You can get through this. If your lucky, maybe you can even escape this predicament without your Mom ever knowing. With that you try to begin crawling upwards only to discover that your two bosom companions have you pretty tightly; holding your legs securely and pinning your arms to your side. Why the hell does she feel the need to wear such a tight bra while she's just doing housework?!
You make several more feeble attempts but before you resign yourself to your current predicament. For the next hour your Mom's cleavage is your whole world. You get brief glimpses of light as her cleavage briefly widens while she goes about her business before your plunged back into the soft, warm, ever heaving darkness. Light-dark... light-dark-dark...
You begin to fade in and out of sleep as the flashes of light become less frequent and the little air you have becomes staler.
Even in your half-asleep state you realize something; your feet feel cooler. While you've been stuck you've actually been sinking lower and lower. Just a little longer and you'll simply fall free.
With that you let go. Unfortunately, you've waited too long. You end up letting go just as you Mom moves the basket and you find that the decision is suddenly no longer in your hands as your Mom's cleavage seems to rocket up at you.
You Mom still has the headphones on so she doesn't hear anything; however, had she been listening she would have only made out: "Shiiii--" before you found yourself wedged deep between her breasts. A combination of your fall and her movement while she finishes starting the washer quickly ensures that you're deep enough between the two huge, soft orbs that you are not easily visible to the outside world. In fact, as you mother stands up straight and begins walking away from the washer her tit flesh actually comes back together above your head sealing you within your Mom's cleavage.
"Shit!" you say, though nobody hears you (a recurring theme you notice), "now what do I do?!" You had expected your Mom to instantly notice something crawling around between her tits. It's got to be those damn long necklaces she usually wears. She must be used so some sort of pendant or piece of jewelry hanging close to where you are so the sensation of a small, foreign mass between her tits doesn't immediately grab her attention.
Alright, alright, calm down. You can get through this. If your lucky, maybe you can even escape this predicament without your Mom ever knowing. With that you try to begin crawling upwards only to discover that your two bosom companions have you pretty tightly; holding your legs securely and pinning your arms to your side. Why the hell does she feel the need to wear such a tight bra while she's just doing housework?!
You make several more feeble attempts but before you resign yourself to your current predicament. For the next hour your Mom's cleavage is your whole world. You get brief glimpses of light as her cleavage briefly widens while she goes about her business before your plunged back into the soft, warm, ever heaving darkness. Light-dark... light-dark-dark...
You begin to fade in and out of sleep as the flashes of light become less frequent and the little air you have becomes staler.
Even in your half-asleep state you realize something; your feet feel cooler. While you've been stuck you've actually been sinking lower and lower. Just a little longer and you'll simply fall free.
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