She likes the idea of you as a foot masseuse
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
dancedance1982
“Hmm” your mom groans, in a trying manner, inspecting her toes, to critique your effort.
Your exhausted, laying down in exhaustion, your tongue sore and dry from your previous endeavours.
“Not bad, not bad at all” she says, with an element of genuine astonishment, hidden in her voice.
You lift your torso off the floor, still panting to get your breath. As you stare up, her mammoth feet pivot onto their heel, displaying a sea of flushed, wrinkled skin, writhing with life, as she scrunches her meaty toes above your frail form.
“Seeing as you did such a good job with your tongue” she said with a devious tone, “how about we test those little hands of your, hmm?” she asks in a playful, yet dominant tone.
“What! You can’t be serious?” I scream in response, my lungs burning in pain, as I try to project my mouse like voice, up at the giantess that is my mother.
“We’ll put it this way” she spits, clearly frustrated by my disobedience. “You can either, willingly rub my giant feet, until I tell you to stop” she says dominantly, a devious smile, curling across her face, as she licks her lips in anticipation. “Or, I will roll your little body between my feet, until I! am satisfied” she says with a throaty laugh.
“Fuck! Please” I gasp, still desperately trying to catch my breath.
“What’s it going to be, son?” she laughed, her monolithic feet, scrunching over me in dominance. “Are you going to be my masseuse, or massage bead?”
Your exhausted, laying down in exhaustion, your tongue sore and dry from your previous endeavours.
“Not bad, not bad at all” she says, with an element of genuine astonishment, hidden in her voice.
You lift your torso off the floor, still panting to get your breath. As you stare up, her mammoth feet pivot onto their heel, displaying a sea of flushed, wrinkled skin, writhing with life, as she scrunches her meaty toes above your frail form.
“Seeing as you did such a good job with your tongue” she said with a devious tone, “how about we test those little hands of your, hmm?” she asks in a playful, yet dominant tone.
“What! You can’t be serious?” I scream in response, my lungs burning in pain, as I try to project my mouse like voice, up at the giantess that is my mother.
“We’ll put it this way” she spits, clearly frustrated by my disobedience. “You can either, willingly rub my giant feet, until I tell you to stop” she says dominantly, a devious smile, curling across her face, as she licks her lips in anticipation. “Or, I will roll your little body between my feet, until I! am satisfied” she says with a throaty laugh.
“Fuck! Please” I gasp, still desperately trying to catch my breath.
“What’s it going to be, son?” she laughed, her monolithic feet, scrunching over me in dominance. “Are you going to be my masseuse, or massage bead?”
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