Too close for comfort
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 19
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
The only good thing that came from being in your mother’s brief panties, instead of your teachers, had been the extra room. That benefit was now no longer there. The two moon like orbs pushed against you from both sides, while the back of the briefs pressing down on you from behind. You couldn’t move an inch, not even to kick your feet. When you tried to budge the immense cheeks, your arms just sank into the doughy flesh. You were trapped in your mom’s butt, unable to move until she decided to let you out.
Your mom hummed to herself happily, no longer bothered by your small body rubbing against her pussy. She could still feel some dampness and reminded herself to change her briefs once she finished cleaning. She drove into the driveway to what once was your home. Now, your home would be whatever pair of panties your mother decided to wear. Your mom stopped the car and got out, putting one leg outside the car before the other.
Everything began moving and you had absolutely nothing to grab hold of. The buttock around you was too soft and smooth to hold onto. As you went sliding, you realize that your giant mother has started moving. You found yourself drawn forward right into the giant crack, just like in the movies when an earthquake causes a gorge to open up, swallowing everything in sight. When your mom opened her legs, she split her bottom open, allowing the crevice to suck you in with out her knowing. She stepped out of the car and walked towards the house, unaware of how far you’d been drawn in.
You force yourself to lie perfectly still, not even daring to breathe for a long time after the movement had finally stopped. Your deathly afraid that you’ll be pulled in more until you run out of ass to be sucked into. From experience with Angela, you know that once you run out of ass, you’ll start entering a much danker, dirtier area, namely the bowels. Your right arm is free, during the shaking it was released from the grip of the butt cheeks.
You want to know how far you’ve gone and you reach out to feel the surroundings. The ever-present white cotton fabric of the briefs is still behind you at your back. But when you reach forward, you feel something quite different. It was a ring-shaped structure composed of folds and folds of wrinkled flesh. You go cold realizing that it is the much-feared entrance to your mother’s bowels. You draw back like the ring is on fire. The thought of being trapped in your own mother’s rectum is enough to make you homesick for Mrs. Tread’s tiny thong. At least there, you only had to worry about being eaten by a hungry pussy, not a hungry anus. You stay still, hoping that nothing loosens you and draws you closer to the puffy anus.
The woman who’s back hole your staring in, enters her home and takes off her shoes. She’s still unaware of how far you’ve dug into her rear or how close you are to entering a much more putrid part of her. She spots her youngest daughter sitting on the couch, sipping a soda and watching TV. A far away thought enters your mother’s mind that maybe her youngest might want to help instruct you the value of women. She puts that thought away for later; right now, you’re her panty prisoner and no one else can use you until she’s done. Knowing that she has chores to do, your mother gets started.
Your mom hummed to herself happily, no longer bothered by your small body rubbing against her pussy. She could still feel some dampness and reminded herself to change her briefs once she finished cleaning. She drove into the driveway to what once was your home. Now, your home would be whatever pair of panties your mother decided to wear. Your mom stopped the car and got out, putting one leg outside the car before the other.
Everything began moving and you had absolutely nothing to grab hold of. The buttock around you was too soft and smooth to hold onto. As you went sliding, you realize that your giant mother has started moving. You found yourself drawn forward right into the giant crack, just like in the movies when an earthquake causes a gorge to open up, swallowing everything in sight. When your mom opened her legs, she split her bottom open, allowing the crevice to suck you in with out her knowing. She stepped out of the car and walked towards the house, unaware of how far you’d been drawn in.
You force yourself to lie perfectly still, not even daring to breathe for a long time after the movement had finally stopped. Your deathly afraid that you’ll be pulled in more until you run out of ass to be sucked into. From experience with Angela, you know that once you run out of ass, you’ll start entering a much danker, dirtier area, namely the bowels. Your right arm is free, during the shaking it was released from the grip of the butt cheeks.
You want to know how far you’ve gone and you reach out to feel the surroundings. The ever-present white cotton fabric of the briefs is still behind you at your back. But when you reach forward, you feel something quite different. It was a ring-shaped structure composed of folds and folds of wrinkled flesh. You go cold realizing that it is the much-feared entrance to your mother’s bowels. You draw back like the ring is on fire. The thought of being trapped in your own mother’s rectum is enough to make you homesick for Mrs. Tread’s tiny thong. At least there, you only had to worry about being eaten by a hungry pussy, not a hungry anus. You stay still, hoping that nothing loosens you and draws you closer to the puffy anus.
The woman who’s back hole your staring in, enters her home and takes off her shoes. She’s still unaware of how far you’ve dug into her rear or how close you are to entering a much more putrid part of her. She spots her youngest daughter sitting on the couch, sipping a soda and watching TV. A far away thought enters your mother’s mind that maybe her youngest might want to help instruct you the value of women. She puts that thought away for later; right now, you’re her panty prisoner and no one else can use you until she’s done. Knowing that she has chores to do, your mother gets started.
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