A guarding angel... of death!
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
primus359
Your slipping. You don't have a firm grip and even if you did; your strength is long since gone.
'Not like this!' you think, 'not after crawling through everything else! God, I so should have stayed in the laundry basket!'
"Mom!" you try to cry out only to find that your voice currently matches the rest of your body, exhausted and weak. "Mom!" you try again, trying to will your Mom to hear your pea. The only answer you receive is from your Mom's tongue. You watch below you as it stirs into motion and begins to rise up towards you. It slowly slides against your feet as it moves up the front of your naked legs. As terrified as you feel, you do admit as it reaches your own crotch that the hot, wet tongue actually feels pretty good against your exposed skin.
But the tongue is continuing on up your stomach and you realize that if it continues it will not only reach your face, but may actually push your already weakening hands free, sending you right down your Mom's gullet. And still the tongue rises. It reaches your chest and you now feel almost like your laying on your Mom's dripping tongue that actually hanging against it.
The tongue ripples and flexes beneath you and as it begins to cover your face you can actually make out the taste buds.Far from not enjoying the taste of the various fluids you're covered in, the tiny wet buds actually seem to reach out to touch and massage any bare skin they can reach. And it continues to rise.
As your Mom's soft but obviously curious muscle begins to cover your nose and eyes you are forced to turn your head to the side to breath. Unfortunately, you can't turn it far in the position your in and the tongue almost seems to sense this as it undulates to cover as much of your face as it can regardless of which side you turn it to. Sudden panic sets in as you feel the tip of the tongue push against one of your wrists and then knocks your hand loose. You swing slightly across the glistening surface of the tongue as your body weight is redistributed completely under the one remaining hand grip.
A strange calm comes over you as you feel the tip of the tongue make contact with your other wrist. This is it. You Mom is about to swallow you whole and she'll never even know it. The tongue gives a small, almost imperceptible flex and your last hold to the outside world finally breaks.
Luck is with you this time however; as you begin your final plunge a pair of fingers suddenly grabs your chest and begins to slowly pull you free of your Mom's steaming mouth. You watch as the offending tongue falls below, followed by your Mom's lower teeth and her pillowy lips unto you finally make eye contact with your savior. Your hope instantly evaporates. It's Kari. The psychotic bitch that actively ensured that you endured most of the torment you've been through; has just saved your life.
You look down. Your Mom's sleeping face and open mouth are still directly below you. She's only pulled you up so that she can release you herself, you realize. You've got to get Mom's attention. You begin to take a huge breath to scream when Kari purses her lips.
"Shhh...," she says softly and to your own surprise, the scream dies in your lungs. You watch her; your face maintaining the expression of horror you have come to expect to receive from her. However, all that she does is pull you close and adjust you so that you're sitting in her hand instead of being pinched between her fingers. She, then, carefully untangles herself from your Mom and quickly reaches the bedroom door which you find was unlocked the whole time.
You're in a daze as she caries you down the hall to the bathroom where she sets you on the side of the sink.
"I'm sorry about earlier," she says as she starts the faucet running and makes sure that the water is comfortably warm before she set's you into it.
"I guess I get a little carried away sometimes," she says with a giggle, "no hard feelings, okay?" She doesn't actually wait for an answer before leaves the room to get you something to eat.
As weak as the excuse would sound to you normally; her kind behavior coupled with your exhaustion and a nice hot shower leave you vaguely nodding your head as she leaves.
She's back before you know it with a bit of bread and a thimble of applesauce which you greedily scarf down as she watches you with a look of fascination.
When your done and dry she gathers you back up; cupping you with both hands. You find that you can't see where she's headed, but it's warm and you quickly begin to drift into sleep.
You become vaguely aware that she's setting you down someplace. To your continued relief you feel that you've been placed somewhere relatively soft and very warm.
You manage to force one eye open, intending it to be the last time until after a good long nap, only to have both eyes shoot open at what you see.
Your laying in a small valley that is all too familiar. Above you Kari is watching with that demonic grin of hers. Her hands are the only things keeping your Mom's big round ass cheeks from closing over you. You realize that she's again placed you right over your Mom's tight sphincter.
"Now," she says softly so she doesn't wake your Mom, "you be a good boy and accept your new place in life. I want you to life a good, long life... in your Mom's beautiful ass. I want to know that every time I fuck her, your trapped there. You can't imagine what a turn on it is. And your Mom will love it too, I'm sure." She tells you all of this in an almost 'matter of fact' way.
"How about a goodbye kiss," she says as she leans forward, her tongue already snaking out from between her lips.
Her upper lip completely covers your face, so you can only feel as her tongue spends a moment exploring your entire body and overing you liberally with saliva before she begins using it to push on your chest. Shit! She's actually going to use her tongue to push you back into your Mom's butt!
'Not like this!' you think, 'not after crawling through everything else! God, I so should have stayed in the laundry basket!'
"Mom!" you try to cry out only to find that your voice currently matches the rest of your body, exhausted and weak. "Mom!" you try again, trying to will your Mom to hear your pea. The only answer you receive is from your Mom's tongue. You watch below you as it stirs into motion and begins to rise up towards you. It slowly slides against your feet as it moves up the front of your naked legs. As terrified as you feel, you do admit as it reaches your own crotch that the hot, wet tongue actually feels pretty good against your exposed skin.
But the tongue is continuing on up your stomach and you realize that if it continues it will not only reach your face, but may actually push your already weakening hands free, sending you right down your Mom's gullet. And still the tongue rises. It reaches your chest and you now feel almost like your laying on your Mom's dripping tongue that actually hanging against it.
The tongue ripples and flexes beneath you and as it begins to cover your face you can actually make out the taste buds.Far from not enjoying the taste of the various fluids you're covered in, the tiny wet buds actually seem to reach out to touch and massage any bare skin they can reach. And it continues to rise.
As your Mom's soft but obviously curious muscle begins to cover your nose and eyes you are forced to turn your head to the side to breath. Unfortunately, you can't turn it far in the position your in and the tongue almost seems to sense this as it undulates to cover as much of your face as it can regardless of which side you turn it to. Sudden panic sets in as you feel the tip of the tongue push against one of your wrists and then knocks your hand loose. You swing slightly across the glistening surface of the tongue as your body weight is redistributed completely under the one remaining hand grip.
A strange calm comes over you as you feel the tip of the tongue make contact with your other wrist. This is it. You Mom is about to swallow you whole and she'll never even know it. The tongue gives a small, almost imperceptible flex and your last hold to the outside world finally breaks.
Luck is with you this time however; as you begin your final plunge a pair of fingers suddenly grabs your chest and begins to slowly pull you free of your Mom's steaming mouth. You watch as the offending tongue falls below, followed by your Mom's lower teeth and her pillowy lips unto you finally make eye contact with your savior. Your hope instantly evaporates. It's Kari. The psychotic bitch that actively ensured that you endured most of the torment you've been through; has just saved your life.
You look down. Your Mom's sleeping face and open mouth are still directly below you. She's only pulled you up so that she can release you herself, you realize. You've got to get Mom's attention. You begin to take a huge breath to scream when Kari purses her lips.
"Shhh...," she says softly and to your own surprise, the scream dies in your lungs. You watch her; your face maintaining the expression of horror you have come to expect to receive from her. However, all that she does is pull you close and adjust you so that you're sitting in her hand instead of being pinched between her fingers. She, then, carefully untangles herself from your Mom and quickly reaches the bedroom door which you find was unlocked the whole time.
You're in a daze as she caries you down the hall to the bathroom where she sets you on the side of the sink.
"I'm sorry about earlier," she says as she starts the faucet running and makes sure that the water is comfortably warm before she set's you into it.
"I guess I get a little carried away sometimes," she says with a giggle, "no hard feelings, okay?" She doesn't actually wait for an answer before leaves the room to get you something to eat.
As weak as the excuse would sound to you normally; her kind behavior coupled with your exhaustion and a nice hot shower leave you vaguely nodding your head as she leaves.
She's back before you know it with a bit of bread and a thimble of applesauce which you greedily scarf down as she watches you with a look of fascination.
When your done and dry she gathers you back up; cupping you with both hands. You find that you can't see where she's headed, but it's warm and you quickly begin to drift into sleep.
You become vaguely aware that she's setting you down someplace. To your continued relief you feel that you've been placed somewhere relatively soft and very warm.
You manage to force one eye open, intending it to be the last time until after a good long nap, only to have both eyes shoot open at what you see.
Your laying in a small valley that is all too familiar. Above you Kari is watching with that demonic grin of hers. Her hands are the only things keeping your Mom's big round ass cheeks from closing over you. You realize that she's again placed you right over your Mom's tight sphincter.
"Now," she says softly so she doesn't wake your Mom, "you be a good boy and accept your new place in life. I want you to life a good, long life... in your Mom's beautiful ass. I want to know that every time I fuck her, your trapped there. You can't imagine what a turn on it is. And your Mom will love it too, I'm sure." She tells you all of this in an almost 'matter of fact' way.
"How about a goodbye kiss," she says as she leans forward, her tongue already snaking out from between her lips.
Her upper lip completely covers your face, so you can only feel as her tongue spends a moment exploring your entire body and overing you liberally with saliva before she begins using it to push on your chest. Shit! She's actually going to use her tongue to push you back into your Mom's butt!
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