Mother knows best
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“I agree with Chelsea, er, I mean Mrs. Tread. You treat women’s bodies like hotels you can go into and out of as you please. That needs to change,” Your mother crosses her arms and nods her head, agreeing completely with what she’s saying. All you can do is gawk at her and wonder if she’s finally gone nuts. What the hell is she talking about?
You don’t treat women as objects, huge unmovable objects that can crush you, yes, but not objects. You find your voice and take a step towards her, giving up any attempt to hide your privates. “I don’t treat women like hotels. Most of the time when I end up in a situation where I’m eaten or inserted its by accident. I don’t know where your getting this idea that I like finding myself in women’s bodies, but your wrong.” Mom looks at you cross-eyed and wiggles her finger at you.
“Really?” Your mom chuckles. “Then explain why I’ve heard from Chelsea that you’ve been spending your nights crawling through Angela’s body?” That leaves you flabbergasted. You certainly would never tell your teacher about your spelunking, so someone else must of spilled the gossip, but whom? It hits you like a ton of bricks, the woman that you’ve been experimenting with, the one you call a best friend, is also the schools biggest gossip. You’ve mostly ignored her gossiping ways because they only used to involve who was fucking who in the school. You should of realized that once you fucked Angela, she was going to tell everyone she could about your fun. The two older women gaze down at you, taking your silence as a sign of your guilt. Sweating nervously, you try to think of a way to spin this so you don’t sound like a pervert.
“Listen I…”
“You don’t have to say anything, it’s obvious that your so called ‘accidents’ have only been elaborate plans to get physical with women. The truly sad thing is that if this continues you will never have a real relationship with a woman. Only experiencing accidents in the bedroom and never fully committing your love.” She goes on for a few minutes, explaining scientifically why your mind needs healing and she’s ore then willing to help. You’re not listening, all you can think of is getting away. Maybe if you get your mother alone, away from the wicked witch of the west, then you can talk some sense into her. Your escape is thwarted before it can begin, when your mother carries you off the bed in her cupped hands and gazes down at you with her big sad blue eyes.
“My poor baby doesn’t know how to handle women, but I’ll show you, before I’m finished you’ll experience the female body like no one before you. I knew I shouldn’t of left the school to teach you about the birds and the bees. No offense, Chelsea.” Your mom adds quickly.
“None taken.”
“I’ll show you love like no mother before. We’ll go places together and I’ll never have to worry about you getting hurt. It’ll be loads of fun, I promise.” Some how, messing around with your mom doesn’t sound like a blast. Sure, she’s hot and if she wasn’t your mom, you’d be drooling all over her, but she is. Just like Mrs. Tread, aka Chelsea, is your teacher. If anyone should be fucking you, it should be women your age, not related to you or in a position of power.
Mrs. Tread takes her eyes off you and checks her watch. “Shit, I got a meeting with the principal in an hour. Well, now that the situation has been explained to you, its time to get back in my panties. We’ll begin your real teaching once I finish my meeting.” A feral grin forms on your teacher’s face that makes you shiver in dread. You back away, but your escape is blocked by your mom’s fingers and the to hundred foot drop passed them.
“Chelsea, maybe I could start teaching him tonight. I think my baby has had a little too much of your tiny thong.”
“I don’t know, there’s a few things I want to go over with you first,” your teacher mutters, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
“Don’t worry, I know the basics and that’s all I’m going to do with him tonight. I promise I can take care of him, I swear.” Your mom looks at Mrs. Tread with pleading eyes, as the other women decides who will be molesting you tonight.
You don’t treat women as objects, huge unmovable objects that can crush you, yes, but not objects. You find your voice and take a step towards her, giving up any attempt to hide your privates. “I don’t treat women like hotels. Most of the time when I end up in a situation where I’m eaten or inserted its by accident. I don’t know where your getting this idea that I like finding myself in women’s bodies, but your wrong.” Mom looks at you cross-eyed and wiggles her finger at you.
“Really?” Your mom chuckles. “Then explain why I’ve heard from Chelsea that you’ve been spending your nights crawling through Angela’s body?” That leaves you flabbergasted. You certainly would never tell your teacher about your spelunking, so someone else must of spilled the gossip, but whom? It hits you like a ton of bricks, the woman that you’ve been experimenting with, the one you call a best friend, is also the schools biggest gossip. You’ve mostly ignored her gossiping ways because they only used to involve who was fucking who in the school. You should of realized that once you fucked Angela, she was going to tell everyone she could about your fun. The two older women gaze down at you, taking your silence as a sign of your guilt. Sweating nervously, you try to think of a way to spin this so you don’t sound like a pervert.
“Listen I…”
“You don’t have to say anything, it’s obvious that your so called ‘accidents’ have only been elaborate plans to get physical with women. The truly sad thing is that if this continues you will never have a real relationship with a woman. Only experiencing accidents in the bedroom and never fully committing your love.” She goes on for a few minutes, explaining scientifically why your mind needs healing and she’s ore then willing to help. You’re not listening, all you can think of is getting away. Maybe if you get your mother alone, away from the wicked witch of the west, then you can talk some sense into her. Your escape is thwarted before it can begin, when your mother carries you off the bed in her cupped hands and gazes down at you with her big sad blue eyes.
“My poor baby doesn’t know how to handle women, but I’ll show you, before I’m finished you’ll experience the female body like no one before you. I knew I shouldn’t of left the school to teach you about the birds and the bees. No offense, Chelsea.” Your mom adds quickly.
“None taken.”
“I’ll show you love like no mother before. We’ll go places together and I’ll never have to worry about you getting hurt. It’ll be loads of fun, I promise.” Some how, messing around with your mom doesn’t sound like a blast. Sure, she’s hot and if she wasn’t your mom, you’d be drooling all over her, but she is. Just like Mrs. Tread, aka Chelsea, is your teacher. If anyone should be fucking you, it should be women your age, not related to you or in a position of power.
Mrs. Tread takes her eyes off you and checks her watch. “Shit, I got a meeting with the principal in an hour. Well, now that the situation has been explained to you, its time to get back in my panties. We’ll begin your real teaching once I finish my meeting.” A feral grin forms on your teacher’s face that makes you shiver in dread. You back away, but your escape is blocked by your mom’s fingers and the to hundred foot drop passed them.
“Chelsea, maybe I could start teaching him tonight. I think my baby has had a little too much of your tiny thong.”
“I don’t know, there’s a few things I want to go over with you first,” your teacher mutters, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.
“Don’t worry, I know the basics and that’s all I’m going to do with him tonight. I promise I can take care of him, I swear.” Your mom looks at Mrs. Tread with pleading eyes, as the other women decides who will be molesting you tonight.
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