Exciting mommy
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 17
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
As your mother walks to her car to drive home, the feeling of power grows as you shift around against her sex. She felt your tiny body, so small, so fragile, rubbing against her cunt, exciting her deeply. It only turned her on more knowing that it was her son nestled in her pubic hair. The little boy she held as a baby and watched over for years was inside her briefs. She had no idea how long it would take for Mrs. Tread’s lessons to set in, but secretly, your mom hoped that it would take a long while before you fully learned everything.
For you, the experience of riding in your mothers briefs, although very disturbing, was a hell of a lot better then riding in Mrs. Tread’s tiny thong. In the briefs, you had enough room to stretch your arms and legs, and didn’t have your whole body rubbed violently against the crotch. The cotton crotch acted like a hammock, where you could lie back or forwards. It was a small relief to know that you weren’t going to pass out like in the other pair of panties.
One other thing that was different from Mrs. Tread’s thong prison was that the musty scent of pussy was much stronger in your mom’s panties. The fact that your mom was more turned on by your presence then your teacher didn’t sit well in your mind. With the elastic band being too high to reach and no room to escape at the bottom, you rested in the darkness, trying not to think of your mother’s cunt being a few inches from your face.
While you tried to forget about where you were, your mother was having a harder time. She sat in her car with the engine off, shifting from side to side, growing flush. Every slight movement you made sent a wave of euphoria to the young mother’s brain. She could feel the smallest part of you, even your tiny breath against the hairs of her pussy. She needed more contact from you. All you were doing was teasing her hungry sex and it didn’t want that. So, slowly she brought her fingers to her clothed crotch and pressed on your tiny body through the layers of clothes.
When your mom’s tree sized finger pushed you forward, you suddenly fond yourself pressed against her pussy. The thick, curly hairs brushed against your chest as your mom moved you up and down. As she started to apply more pressure, the lips started to open up and the contracting muscles inside greeted you. Dampness poured out at you, making you sticky and more lubricated. You panicked, realizing that you were only one good push away from being completely inserted into your mother. You wanted to scream out to her. Beg her to stop, but when you opened your mouth, her juices filled it. In the end, your fate would be decided by your mother’s will power to stop.
For you, the experience of riding in your mothers briefs, although very disturbing, was a hell of a lot better then riding in Mrs. Tread’s tiny thong. In the briefs, you had enough room to stretch your arms and legs, and didn’t have your whole body rubbed violently against the crotch. The cotton crotch acted like a hammock, where you could lie back or forwards. It was a small relief to know that you weren’t going to pass out like in the other pair of panties.
One other thing that was different from Mrs. Tread’s thong prison was that the musty scent of pussy was much stronger in your mom’s panties. The fact that your mom was more turned on by your presence then your teacher didn’t sit well in your mind. With the elastic band being too high to reach and no room to escape at the bottom, you rested in the darkness, trying not to think of your mother’s cunt being a few inches from your face.
While you tried to forget about where you were, your mother was having a harder time. She sat in her car with the engine off, shifting from side to side, growing flush. Every slight movement you made sent a wave of euphoria to the young mother’s brain. She could feel the smallest part of you, even your tiny breath against the hairs of her pussy. She needed more contact from you. All you were doing was teasing her hungry sex and it didn’t want that. So, slowly she brought her fingers to her clothed crotch and pressed on your tiny body through the layers of clothes.
When your mom’s tree sized finger pushed you forward, you suddenly fond yourself pressed against her pussy. The thick, curly hairs brushed against your chest as your mom moved you up and down. As she started to apply more pressure, the lips started to open up and the contracting muscles inside greeted you. Dampness poured out at you, making you sticky and more lubricated. You panicked, realizing that you were only one good push away from being completely inserted into your mother. You wanted to scream out to her. Beg her to stop, but when you opened your mouth, her juices filled it. In the end, your fate would be decided by your mother’s will power to stop.
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