You are being *kissed* by your mothers backdoor..
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
johndoe19410
You stare blankly at the largest butthole you have ever seen. You've only seen 2 now, the first belonging to your ditz of a sister December, a cold shiver goes down your spine recalling the experience.
You don't know what to do, you are scared to move, fearing that the overbearing orifice will somehow sense you and attack.
You also don't really want your mom to find you in this situation exactly. There have been a few instances of you being accused of looking a little longer than you should.
This is probably one of those situations, you can't tear your eyes away from it.
You take a deep breath trying to calm your nerves, because up until this moment you had not noticed that your were trembling.
But it doesn't feel like fear....
You think no that can't be right, can it? If so what's wrong with me?
It's not fear, it's excitement. Pure uncontainable excitement, like your about to go over the drop on a roller coaster, you know it's not right...but something about it just is thrilling.
When you took that deep breath to calm yourself you noticed a deep earthy smell, not bad persay. Like the smell of freshly tilled dirt. Almost pleasant in a sense.
While all this is rushing through your mind your mother is still fixated on her favorite show. Still oblivious to what is transpiring beneath her.
You some what come to your senses and realize you can't stay here all day.
You start to try and wiggle your way out from under the daunting brown star.
While you are wiggling away, a rather humorous scene must have just happened on the show, because your mother starts laughing.
You are suddenly bombarded, and there is no other way to say it, your mothers butthole...
You can't even move now, each time she laughs its gently caressing your whole body. Try and move faster, crawling and wiggling your way to freedom.
Unfortunately your movement has not gone unnoticed,
Your mother still laughing and entranced by the show subconsciously grinds her rear into the sofa trying to subdue the itch that appeared.
You feel what could only be described as a earthquake, as your mother above you starts to grind down and shimmy slightly.
This had 2 effects, firstly your mother was content because the itch was gone. Secondly, you are now right back to square one and now a little closer even.
Great you think to yourself, now what am I supposed to do, I'm right back where I started. You punch in frustration without thinking. Your fist doesn't hit a solid surface like you expected, it is suddenly in a hotter and more humid environment.
Opening your eyes, you see that you had just punched into your mothers butthole.
Your mother feels the itch again but in a slightly different area, it isn't as bothersome as before, it actually feels somewhat nice. Her still being completely focused on the show, doesn't even realize what her body is doing. When your fist entered her, it tickled her, but in a good way and her body tensed up ever so slightly which had the effect of pulling your arm in a smidge more.
You don't know what do, you tried to leave and ended up in a worse situation.
Then you start thinking is it really a worse situation? She hasn't noticed me yet and her body did this not me, you try to tell yourself.
Another deep breath, there it is again, that smell. No, smell doesn't do it justice, that aroma. Its now so abundant that you think you can taste it.
No no no no you start telling yourself.
I can't be having those kind of thoughts.
You shake your head trying to clear your mind of the thoughts and the smell, but neither will cease.
You stare at your arm, starting at the shoulder and follow it until you can't see beyond the massive sphincter.
You finally come to a decision after staring into the your mothers brown eye for seemingly an eternity.
You've made your mind up, no if, ands or buts, well one butt. You are going to give in to the depraved little devil that is egging you on.
You start to push your other hand into your mother, slowly as to no cause any unwanted attention, but patience was never one of your gifts.
After getting about wrist deep, you can't take it any longer, you have to be in there now.
You start to climb your way into your mothers anus feverishly, the aroma intoxicating and mind numbing. You don't even care what happens.
You mother still watching away, feels another itc, this one deeper still and boy is it doing something to her. She up until this point has been subconsciously grinding into the sofa trying to stop the itch, but now with the signals firing from her rear she comes to a bit, finding herself grinding. She feels an pleasurable itch on her butthole, her hand starts to wonder southwards content on making this feeling better or at least last as long as possible, no now it seems to be in her butthole?
"Wait a minute!" Your mother shouts as she stands quickly, suddenly remembering the fact she left you on the sofa.
You are on a misson, to get as deep as you can go. You are relishing in the moment. The sound of your heart beating in your ears and the sound of your mother screaming...wait your mother screaming?
You abruptly stop, realizing that your mother is aware.
Your mother is screaming and crying thinking that she has ended you, and to think she was getting some pleasure from it.
You hear her talking softer now, how she is sorry and what will she do, how could she have been so careless.
You squirm a bit. Your mother stops talking feeling something again.
You hear your mother again, this time calling your name and asking can you hear her.
Again you squirm.
You hear your mother gasp, realizing you are alive within her.
Your mother states how sorry she is and says she'll get you out right away.
You start to squirm again but this time trying to delver deeper.
Your mother feels this and says "honey your going the wrong way, turn around to get out."
You don't listen, your happy right where you are. Continuing deeper.
Your mother again senses this and is taken aback.
You hear her calling to you again "are you trying to stay in there? if so wiggle a lot."
You not having to be told twice start wiggling as much as one could wiggle.
You hear your mother gasp, you can only imagine what is going through her mind, you know whenever you do exit you will probably be in more trouble than you care to think about.
Your mother is silent for a bit, before saying...
Option 1. What?!? No! You are not staying in there! Your coming out one or another.
Or
Oh honey I know your scared, I'll get you out.
Option 2. Ohhhh my, keep wiggling! Keep wiggling!
Option 3. Oh so you decide staring wasn't enough? Well I'll make sure to remember that. I can find a lot of uses for a little man...
You don't know what to do, you are scared to move, fearing that the overbearing orifice will somehow sense you and attack.
You also don't really want your mom to find you in this situation exactly. There have been a few instances of you being accused of looking a little longer than you should.
This is probably one of those situations, you can't tear your eyes away from it.
You take a deep breath trying to calm your nerves, because up until this moment you had not noticed that your were trembling.
But it doesn't feel like fear....
You think no that can't be right, can it? If so what's wrong with me?
It's not fear, it's excitement. Pure uncontainable excitement, like your about to go over the drop on a roller coaster, you know it's not right...but something about it just is thrilling.
When you took that deep breath to calm yourself you noticed a deep earthy smell, not bad persay. Like the smell of freshly tilled dirt. Almost pleasant in a sense.
While all this is rushing through your mind your mother is still fixated on her favorite show. Still oblivious to what is transpiring beneath her.
You some what come to your senses and realize you can't stay here all day.
You start to try and wiggle your way out from under the daunting brown star.
While you are wiggling away, a rather humorous scene must have just happened on the show, because your mother starts laughing.
You are suddenly bombarded, and there is no other way to say it, your mothers butthole...
You can't even move now, each time she laughs its gently caressing your whole body. Try and move faster, crawling and wiggling your way to freedom.
Unfortunately your movement has not gone unnoticed,
Your mother still laughing and entranced by the show subconsciously grinds her rear into the sofa trying to subdue the itch that appeared.
You feel what could only be described as a earthquake, as your mother above you starts to grind down and shimmy slightly.
This had 2 effects, firstly your mother was content because the itch was gone. Secondly, you are now right back to square one and now a little closer even.
Great you think to yourself, now what am I supposed to do, I'm right back where I started. You punch in frustration without thinking. Your fist doesn't hit a solid surface like you expected, it is suddenly in a hotter and more humid environment.
Opening your eyes, you see that you had just punched into your mothers butthole.
Your mother feels the itch again but in a slightly different area, it isn't as bothersome as before, it actually feels somewhat nice. Her still being completely focused on the show, doesn't even realize what her body is doing. When your fist entered her, it tickled her, but in a good way and her body tensed up ever so slightly which had the effect of pulling your arm in a smidge more.
You don't know what do, you tried to leave and ended up in a worse situation.
Then you start thinking is it really a worse situation? She hasn't noticed me yet and her body did this not me, you try to tell yourself.
Another deep breath, there it is again, that smell. No, smell doesn't do it justice, that aroma. Its now so abundant that you think you can taste it.
No no no no you start telling yourself.
I can't be having those kind of thoughts.
You shake your head trying to clear your mind of the thoughts and the smell, but neither will cease.
You stare at your arm, starting at the shoulder and follow it until you can't see beyond the massive sphincter.
You finally come to a decision after staring into the your mothers brown eye for seemingly an eternity.
You've made your mind up, no if, ands or buts, well one butt. You are going to give in to the depraved little devil that is egging you on.
You start to push your other hand into your mother, slowly as to no cause any unwanted attention, but patience was never one of your gifts.
After getting about wrist deep, you can't take it any longer, you have to be in there now.
You start to climb your way into your mothers anus feverishly, the aroma intoxicating and mind numbing. You don't even care what happens.
You mother still watching away, feels another itc, this one deeper still and boy is it doing something to her. She up until this point has been subconsciously grinding into the sofa trying to stop the itch, but now with the signals firing from her rear she comes to a bit, finding herself grinding. She feels an pleasurable itch on her butthole, her hand starts to wonder southwards content on making this feeling better or at least last as long as possible, no now it seems to be in her butthole?
"Wait a minute!" Your mother shouts as she stands quickly, suddenly remembering the fact she left you on the sofa.
You are on a misson, to get as deep as you can go. You are relishing in the moment. The sound of your heart beating in your ears and the sound of your mother screaming...wait your mother screaming?
You abruptly stop, realizing that your mother is aware.
Your mother is screaming and crying thinking that she has ended you, and to think she was getting some pleasure from it.
You hear her talking softer now, how she is sorry and what will she do, how could she have been so careless.
You squirm a bit. Your mother stops talking feeling something again.
You hear your mother again, this time calling your name and asking can you hear her.
Again you squirm.
You hear your mother gasp, realizing you are alive within her.
Your mother states how sorry she is and says she'll get you out right away.
You start to squirm again but this time trying to delver deeper.
Your mother feels this and says "honey your going the wrong way, turn around to get out."
You don't listen, your happy right where you are. Continuing deeper.
Your mother again senses this and is taken aback.
You hear her calling to you again "are you trying to stay in there? if so wiggle a lot."
You not having to be told twice start wiggling as much as one could wiggle.
You hear your mother gasp, you can only imagine what is going through her mind, you know whenever you do exit you will probably be in more trouble than you care to think about.
Your mother is silent for a bit, before saying...
Option 1. What?!? No! You are not staying in there! Your coming out one or another.
Or
Oh honey I know your scared, I'll get you out.
Option 2. Ohhhh my, keep wiggling! Keep wiggling!
Option 3. Oh so you decide staring wasn't enough? Well I'll make sure to remember that. I can find a lot of uses for a little man...
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