You are face to face with that from which you c...
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 8
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johndoe19410
You lay facing up, wondering how on earth you didn't just die. Your mother hadn't even looked once to see if you were there, did she do it purpose you wonder.
Now for the more pressing matter you think, the matter that is literally pressing into you.
You are stunned in silence staring into the freshly showered abyss that is your mothers pussy...
You know she just got out of the shower, but she could have at least dried off throughly, she's still wet you think to yourself.
Little did you know, but your mother had be doing a little more than showering. Your mother and her handheld showerhead were good friends, and she was putting him to work. She had stopped before she got to carried away though, she didn't want to leave her son waiting. So she had just teased herself to the edge and decided she would finish later. Unfortunately you being such a good son had 2 unforeseen consequences 1st your mother hadn't finished the task at hand, 2nd you put her favorite show on which caused her to, at least for the moment, forget about you.
You start to try and get out from under this moist monster but you are slightly adhered to it. Not to the point were you are stuck completely, but you are having to put more effort than it should take.
You are actually working up a sweat, you wipe your brow a few times and find you are a lot wetter than you should be. Of course you think to yourself, it's water from moms shower.
You find that it is running down your face, you subconsciously lick your lips....
Suddenly you are hit with the strongest feeling you have ever felt. You've never done drugs but you feel like this is what the movies make it to be. You feel your pulse quicken, your senses heightened. The smell, so sweet like honeysuckles, the taste, honey, there is a slight bitterness but it's all so intoxicating. It's then you realize you are harder than you have been in your life.
You lay there for a few moments having an argument with yourself. You know what you SHOULD do, but now there is a major part of you that is saying you should find the source of this drug.
You laugh to yourself as you realize there was never an argument, it was always going to be find the source.
You look up into the glistening folds of your mother and your mind is set.
Your going in.
You start to pull yourself out from under with vigor. After you have released yourself from entrapment you start your climb.
The climb is made easier by the little stubble that surrounds your mothers most sacred area. You thank your unaware mother for shaving, for otherwise this trek would be a lot more difficult.
You climbing has not gone unnoticed, your mother still enthralled with her show, feels the slightest of tingles down below. She is to engrossed with the show to think it could be her son. She absentmindedly shifts ever so slightly to try and calm the sensation, even in her preoccupied mind she doesn't want to do anything unbecoming in her living room, that can wait until later.
You have climbed your way up, you are about to enter into your mother's most intimate and sensitive area.
You take a moment to ready yourself for adventure ahead. After a few moments, you take the plunge, almost diving headfirst into your mother.
Your mother gasps and tenses. She reaches for the remote turning off the tv. She hasn't had this feeling of need in a long time. She stands up, not giving a second glance towards the sofa and starts heading up the stairs at a quickened pace.
You feel the sudden change in orientation and your surroundings, it is getting warmer, and its getting slightly more difficult to get footing as the walls of flesh around you become slick with the nectar of the gods.
You start getting as much of the sweet fluid as you can in your mouth, licking and slurping away. With each lick your mind becomes even more flooded with these feelings of euphoria.
The actions you have taken only drive your mother more crazy, she is now almost speed walking, her thighs rubbing together causing even more pleasure. She finally enters her room and throws the door closed and locks it. The last thing she will be is disturbed. She crawls across her bed and undoes her towel, all the while gently squeezing and caressing her breasts. Even pinching and slightly twisting her nipples to build her inevitable pleasure.
You are thrown about suddenly, you try and reach to grab anything to keep you in your holy sanctum.
Option 1. You are able to grab a hold and stay inside the holy of holes.
Option 2. You can not keep a hold and fly out of your new favorite place, where do you land?
Now for the more pressing matter you think, the matter that is literally pressing into you.
You are stunned in silence staring into the freshly showered abyss that is your mothers pussy...
You know she just got out of the shower, but she could have at least dried off throughly, she's still wet you think to yourself.
Little did you know, but your mother had be doing a little more than showering. Your mother and her handheld showerhead were good friends, and she was putting him to work. She had stopped before she got to carried away though, she didn't want to leave her son waiting. So she had just teased herself to the edge and decided she would finish later. Unfortunately you being such a good son had 2 unforeseen consequences 1st your mother hadn't finished the task at hand, 2nd you put her favorite show on which caused her to, at least for the moment, forget about you.
You start to try and get out from under this moist monster but you are slightly adhered to it. Not to the point were you are stuck completely, but you are having to put more effort than it should take.
You are actually working up a sweat, you wipe your brow a few times and find you are a lot wetter than you should be. Of course you think to yourself, it's water from moms shower.
You find that it is running down your face, you subconsciously lick your lips....
Suddenly you are hit with the strongest feeling you have ever felt. You've never done drugs but you feel like this is what the movies make it to be. You feel your pulse quicken, your senses heightened. The smell, so sweet like honeysuckles, the taste, honey, there is a slight bitterness but it's all so intoxicating. It's then you realize you are harder than you have been in your life.
You lay there for a few moments having an argument with yourself. You know what you SHOULD do, but now there is a major part of you that is saying you should find the source of this drug.
You laugh to yourself as you realize there was never an argument, it was always going to be find the source.
You look up into the glistening folds of your mother and your mind is set.
Your going in.
You start to pull yourself out from under with vigor. After you have released yourself from entrapment you start your climb.
The climb is made easier by the little stubble that surrounds your mothers most sacred area. You thank your unaware mother for shaving, for otherwise this trek would be a lot more difficult.
You climbing has not gone unnoticed, your mother still enthralled with her show, feels the slightest of tingles down below. She is to engrossed with the show to think it could be her son. She absentmindedly shifts ever so slightly to try and calm the sensation, even in her preoccupied mind she doesn't want to do anything unbecoming in her living room, that can wait until later.
You have climbed your way up, you are about to enter into your mother's most intimate and sensitive area.
You take a moment to ready yourself for adventure ahead. After a few moments, you take the plunge, almost diving headfirst into your mother.
Your mother gasps and tenses. She reaches for the remote turning off the tv. She hasn't had this feeling of need in a long time. She stands up, not giving a second glance towards the sofa and starts heading up the stairs at a quickened pace.
You feel the sudden change in orientation and your surroundings, it is getting warmer, and its getting slightly more difficult to get footing as the walls of flesh around you become slick with the nectar of the gods.
You start getting as much of the sweet fluid as you can in your mouth, licking and slurping away. With each lick your mind becomes even more flooded with these feelings of euphoria.
The actions you have taken only drive your mother more crazy, she is now almost speed walking, her thighs rubbing together causing even more pleasure. She finally enters her room and throws the door closed and locks it. The last thing she will be is disturbed. She crawls across her bed and undoes her towel, all the while gently squeezing and caressing her breasts. Even pinching and slightly twisting her nipples to build her inevitable pleasure.
You are thrown about suddenly, you try and reach to grab anything to keep you in your holy sanctum.
Option 1. You are able to grab a hold and stay inside the holy of holes.
Option 2. You can not keep a hold and fly out of your new favorite place, where do you land?
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