Mom's the word
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
You wiggle your toes in the fresh air that you feel blowing at your feet. You have no idea how long you’d been trapped between the double-D knockers of your oblivious mother. Time kind of loses it’s meaning when your being crushed between breasts the size of trailers. The friction between the two milkduds has turned your moms cleavage into a muggy, sweltering crevice. You’re pretty sure that your doll clothes are ruined because of the sweat running down your mom’s breasts. You should probably ask her to buy you a new set of clothes because this is so her fault, but you’d rather have her never find out what happened.
To keep this a secret, you had to wiggle out from between your brassiere prison. All the sweat might have made your mother’s cleavage unbearable, but it also acted as a good lubricant for your escape. You start wiggling as fast as you can. If you can get out from between her bosom, scale down her torso and escape to the floor, you can get rid of the sweat stained clothes and forget this ever happened. More of you felt cold air now; your waist is sticking out the bottom of your mom’s cleavage quickly be followed by the rest of you. Using both hands to push, you squeeze yourself out from between your mom’s breasts and start falling.
The plan was to grab the hem of your mom’s pants as you fall and shimmy down her legs to the ground, but instead you land on something, a soft something. Face down on whatever broke your fall, you look up and get an eyeful of something that’s both wonderful and terrifying. Your mom’s juicy sex is right in front of your face, puffy with arousal and dripping with clear fluid. All you seem to be able to do is stare at the place of your conception, wondering hoe exactly you got from being buried in laundry to being in front of your mom’s cunt.
Just when you want your mom to notice you the least she does. “Stevey?” she yelps and you break eye contact from your mom’s opening. You look up, managing to see the top of your mom’s head past her huge hooters that had imprisoned you not so long ago. You wave timidly to her, not sure what to say in this extremely awkward moment. You only managed a weak, “Hi mom,” and then smiled sadly up to her.
“How did you get there?” She bellows out, not sounding totally angry, just confused. You sigh, not wanting to go into that right now. Instead you wanted a hot shower and to forget that you were ever this close to your mom’s naked crotch. Impulsively, you glimpse back at the partially open orifice, before forcing yourself to loom away. Thoughts about your mother’s vagina are wrong, you tell yourself in your head and instead look around you.
The reason you landed between your mother’s legs is revealed when you look over her massive thighs. Your mom is sitting cross-legged on a bed, wearing only her bra. The reason you escaped from your fleshy prison was because she had loosened her bra in preparation to take it off. You look even further, seeing that your inside a bedroom with your almost nude mother, but you also notice something else.
To keep this a secret, you had to wiggle out from between your brassiere prison. All the sweat might have made your mother’s cleavage unbearable, but it also acted as a good lubricant for your escape. You start wiggling as fast as you can. If you can get out from between her bosom, scale down her torso and escape to the floor, you can get rid of the sweat stained clothes and forget this ever happened. More of you felt cold air now; your waist is sticking out the bottom of your mom’s cleavage quickly be followed by the rest of you. Using both hands to push, you squeeze yourself out from between your mom’s breasts and start falling.
The plan was to grab the hem of your mom’s pants as you fall and shimmy down her legs to the ground, but instead you land on something, a soft something. Face down on whatever broke your fall, you look up and get an eyeful of something that’s both wonderful and terrifying. Your mom’s juicy sex is right in front of your face, puffy with arousal and dripping with clear fluid. All you seem to be able to do is stare at the place of your conception, wondering hoe exactly you got from being buried in laundry to being in front of your mom’s cunt.
Just when you want your mom to notice you the least she does. “Stevey?” she yelps and you break eye contact from your mom’s opening. You look up, managing to see the top of your mom’s head past her huge hooters that had imprisoned you not so long ago. You wave timidly to her, not sure what to say in this extremely awkward moment. You only managed a weak, “Hi mom,” and then smiled sadly up to her.
“How did you get there?” She bellows out, not sounding totally angry, just confused. You sigh, not wanting to go into that right now. Instead you wanted a hot shower and to forget that you were ever this close to your mom’s naked crotch. Impulsively, you glimpse back at the partially open orifice, before forcing yourself to loom away. Thoughts about your mother’s vagina are wrong, you tell yourself in your head and instead look around you.
The reason you landed between your mother’s legs is revealed when you look over her massive thighs. Your mom is sitting cross-legged on a bed, wearing only her bra. The reason you escaped from your fleshy prison was because she had loosened her bra in preparation to take it off. You look even further, seeing that your inside a bedroom with your almost nude mother, but you also notice something else.
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