MOM!?
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
When you see your mothers face looking down at you, you think that you must be hallucinating. It wouldn’t be that hard to imagine after the rough ride you had in Mrs. Treads thong. You shake your head, expecting your vision to change and for your mother not to be looking down at you, but her face remains constant. Your mom looks concerned, making a cute pouting face, as she looks hard at you. She seems to be thinking something, judging by the unsure look in her eyes. Maybe she’s trying to decide between telling the cops about Mrs. Tread’s panty ride or just beating up the psycho on the spot?
Your Mom turns to your teacher, you grin slightly, expecting some verbal beat down administered to the teach, but instead you get your mom speaking politely to the witch. “So you really think Steve is acting out because he is getting too much sex?” Mrs. Tread shakes her head, your mom scratch’s her head and looks back down at you. What the hell are they talking about? You think as you struggle to stand up, but only manage to crawl onto your hands and knees. “What I’m saying Melanie,” your teacher says to your mom. “Your son is getting the wrong type of sexual stimulation. He sees women’s panties and gawks at him, but he gets no real sexual experiences. I don’t know what he does with that friend of his, Angela, but it obviously doesn’t satisfy his basic male instincts.” Your mother nods, pretending that she understands, but how can she? You don’t even know what this nut job is talking about. Sure, most sexual experiences you’ve had involved being treated like a dildo, but what else can you do? It’s not like you can get between a girls legs and have traditional sex with them.
You feel like you have to butt in so you speak up, interrupting your mother before she can retort. “What the hell are you talking about? Why is my mom here? Why is everyone calm?” You feel a draft and look down at yourself. “And why the fuck am I naked!?” After a minute of trying, you manage to get back to your feet. You stand up strait and look up at the observing giantesses that are treating you like you aren’t even here. Mrs. Tread frowns at you and pokes you with her finger. You’re pushed off your feet and fall back onto the ground. She smiles down at you, enjoying the control she has over your every movement.
“As I was telling your mother, your juvenile behavior is attributed to your lack of sexual domination you experience in life. Most times when you have been introduced into a situation where your confronted with sex, you give consent to your partner or do so without their knowledge. I know how often you’re sat on and how so many accidents have involved you taking a ‘plunge’ into unsuspecting women and it has to stop. That’s why I have decided that you need to have sexual contact by force to rid you of your unhealthy interests.” Mrs. Tread stops talking and you gape at her, was she serious? She thinks that by sexually abusing you, she can break you of your so-called unhealthy habits. What habits was she talking about? You only peaked once and all those times you’re been inserted or sat on were out of your control. She was just looking for an excuse to abuse you.
“As for your mother being here, well, me and her go way back and I thought she could help me with my lesson. After all, I still have to go to school and I can’t be teaching you personally then.” You feel suddenly sick. Mrs. Tread expects your mother to have sex with you and apparently she was okay with it. You look up at your mom, sure she’s hot and you know all the guys drool over her, but she’s your mom, you could never have anything to do with her that involved sex. God, you hope she feels the same way.
Your Mom turns to your teacher, you grin slightly, expecting some verbal beat down administered to the teach, but instead you get your mom speaking politely to the witch. “So you really think Steve is acting out because he is getting too much sex?” Mrs. Tread shakes her head, your mom scratch’s her head and looks back down at you. What the hell are they talking about? You think as you struggle to stand up, but only manage to crawl onto your hands and knees. “What I’m saying Melanie,” your teacher says to your mom. “Your son is getting the wrong type of sexual stimulation. He sees women’s panties and gawks at him, but he gets no real sexual experiences. I don’t know what he does with that friend of his, Angela, but it obviously doesn’t satisfy his basic male instincts.” Your mother nods, pretending that she understands, but how can she? You don’t even know what this nut job is talking about. Sure, most sexual experiences you’ve had involved being treated like a dildo, but what else can you do? It’s not like you can get between a girls legs and have traditional sex with them.
You feel like you have to butt in so you speak up, interrupting your mother before she can retort. “What the hell are you talking about? Why is my mom here? Why is everyone calm?” You feel a draft and look down at yourself. “And why the fuck am I naked!?” After a minute of trying, you manage to get back to your feet. You stand up strait and look up at the observing giantesses that are treating you like you aren’t even here. Mrs. Tread frowns at you and pokes you with her finger. You’re pushed off your feet and fall back onto the ground. She smiles down at you, enjoying the control she has over your every movement.
“As I was telling your mother, your juvenile behavior is attributed to your lack of sexual domination you experience in life. Most times when you have been introduced into a situation where your confronted with sex, you give consent to your partner or do so without their knowledge. I know how often you’re sat on and how so many accidents have involved you taking a ‘plunge’ into unsuspecting women and it has to stop. That’s why I have decided that you need to have sexual contact by force to rid you of your unhealthy interests.” Mrs. Tread stops talking and you gape at her, was she serious? She thinks that by sexually abusing you, she can break you of your so-called unhealthy habits. What habits was she talking about? You only peaked once and all those times you’re been inserted or sat on were out of your control. She was just looking for an excuse to abuse you.
“As for your mother being here, well, me and her go way back and I thought she could help me with my lesson. After all, I still have to go to school and I can’t be teaching you personally then.” You feel suddenly sick. Mrs. Tread expects your mother to have sex with you and apparently she was okay with it. You look up at your mom, sure she’s hot and you know all the guys drool over her, but she’s your mom, you could never have anything to do with her that involved sex. God, you hope she feels the same way.
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