Mom's "Apology"
Your Life.....Smaller 2
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
At this point nothing should've surprised you anymore. After all, you just had sex with your Mother's nipple as she fingered herself to you in a simultaneous sexual climax. Nothing could be much more surprising than that. But your Mom found a way with her next sentence, "To make it up to you I'll keep you in my bra all day!" Say what? The irrational reasoning your Mother used never ceased to baffle you. You stood atop her slowly softening nipple, gaping at her with a dumbfounded expression. "No Mom! You got it all wrong! I just-"
"You just had sex with my nipple!"
You initially bit your tongue, but the response escaped anyway. "Because you ordered me to!"
Even with her questionable state Karen was quick to respond, "I never asked you to do that…!"
Not even you could respond to that. She was absolutely right. You knowingly submitted to her like that…and not only that, you enjoyed it. Even if it was only on a physical level. You wondered though…did you really dislike it? Or were you trying to make yourself believe you dislike it? At this point you weren't even sure anymore. All that was certain was the sweat on you and your Mother and the fluids on her. You stared at your seeds with disdain. Karen took your silence as a guilty confirmation, "I'm sorry baby…all these years…I just…How could I not expect it would have this effect? I mean…it's all my fault…" All the stuff she did over the years made you develop a fetish? Actually a pretty logical thing to come from Mom. It would fit…only thing is you kept telling yourself you hated it. Did you really though?
"Well, like I said I'll take responsibility." Karen affirmed. "I made you feel this way, it's only fair to stop teasing you and let you have some fun. She loomed her eye over her nipple. "Hide in one of the smaller ridges so you don't fall when I move around." The last thing you wanted was to get closer and deeper into her pink mountain, but you had no choice. After finding a sizable wrinkle in your Mother's nipple, you hopped in and grabbed a hold of the squishy flesh, ready for when she would move and the mountains would inevitably rumble.
She let out a soft moan at your touch and couldn't help but lay a hand on her breast for a moment. But Karen managed to stay calm enough to reach around for her underwear. All the while you hung for dear life as her breasts dangled with gravity. It wasn't but a minute until Mom found a bra though; thankfully, you couldn't hold on much longer. She held it before her breasts, not quite ready to put them on. "I still have a life to live dear, so I will have to be moving around. I won't have much of a chance to talk either, so I'll just make this clear for you. It's my fault you have this thing for me, so the least I can do for all these years of teasing you is to let you have your wish…"
"Mom…?" You slowly mumbled, hoping she wouldn't say what you were expecting.
"You can do whatever you want to my breasts. No matter what, I won't mind, in fact I encourage it. Hopefully this can get it out of your system; but if not at least you can have a good time. Am I right?" All you could do was weakly nod. "Good…" She began to close the gap between boob and bra. The shadows began to form over you when she paused; a sliver of her eye was visible between her bra and breast. It looked at you softly before winking, "Please be gentle…" She didn't want to get aroused by you as you were there. That much was obvious…but dammit if she couldn't have picked a worse way to phrase it. The words alone were enough to mess with your head. With that Karen said goodbye and placed her bra on, the click behind her back told you it was now set in place.
So now here you were; in the dark, senses heightened, against a mountainous breast and a less mountainous nipple, naked and held tightly against them. You just had your release but the blood was already flowing again, you bit your lip.
Damn it Mom…
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On the outside Karen did considerably better. Out of sight out of mind after all. Without you to look at she focused on getting her outfit back on. Finding it and putting it on was no problem at all, she just felt a bit…sleazy and low-class for what just happened, and even worse for her "realization." Regarding her son. It made so much sense though…her face was beet red as she eyed herself in the mirror to make sure she looked okay. Hair a bit off but otherwise fine. Now…what can I do about him…Should I do anything? I do have some plans for today…
Karen planned on a night day with a couple of family friends, specifically, her friends Clover and Erika. Friends of the family for nearly 20 years now…They were even trustworthy enough that Karen let them babysit her micro-sized son. Funny enough though, he always didn't like when they watched him…She never knew why. Karen shrugged, that was her initial plan anyway. She could easily do something else for her son, or maybe even do something then go to her friends. The day was still young.
Hmm….
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The simple act of your Mother getting dressed was enough to overcomplicate this already insane situation. With each step she took, her breasts bounced about two to three times, sizable enough to you to count as like a nice brief rollercoaster. The bad part, as it bounced up you flew up against her bra, as it fell down…you fell down…and to simplify it, your body rubbed against hers. By the time Karen was dressed and looking in the mirror, you were fighting off a whole new wave of sexual lust.
Come on man! It's your damn Mom! Control yourself! The pulsations of your nether region essentially told you the answer your body had. You cursed both aloud and mentally at yourself and the situation. Not to mention knowing your Mom…she was probably debating doing something to make it "better." God knows if she did you'd have the biggest internal struggle of your life…On the other hand…your will was already weak from minutes ago, and the alluring tit of your Mother seemed more attractive and beautiful with each passing second. Another few seconds and you were liable to crack too…Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
Only one question rang out in your head. Is Mom gonna try to do something?
"You just had sex with my nipple!"
You initially bit your tongue, but the response escaped anyway. "Because you ordered me to!"
Even with her questionable state Karen was quick to respond, "I never asked you to do that…!"
Not even you could respond to that. She was absolutely right. You knowingly submitted to her like that…and not only that, you enjoyed it. Even if it was only on a physical level. You wondered though…did you really dislike it? Or were you trying to make yourself believe you dislike it? At this point you weren't even sure anymore. All that was certain was the sweat on you and your Mother and the fluids on her. You stared at your seeds with disdain. Karen took your silence as a guilty confirmation, "I'm sorry baby…all these years…I just…How could I not expect it would have this effect? I mean…it's all my fault…" All the stuff she did over the years made you develop a fetish? Actually a pretty logical thing to come from Mom. It would fit…only thing is you kept telling yourself you hated it. Did you really though?
"Well, like I said I'll take responsibility." Karen affirmed. "I made you feel this way, it's only fair to stop teasing you and let you have some fun. She loomed her eye over her nipple. "Hide in one of the smaller ridges so you don't fall when I move around." The last thing you wanted was to get closer and deeper into her pink mountain, but you had no choice. After finding a sizable wrinkle in your Mother's nipple, you hopped in and grabbed a hold of the squishy flesh, ready for when she would move and the mountains would inevitably rumble.
She let out a soft moan at your touch and couldn't help but lay a hand on her breast for a moment. But Karen managed to stay calm enough to reach around for her underwear. All the while you hung for dear life as her breasts dangled with gravity. It wasn't but a minute until Mom found a bra though; thankfully, you couldn't hold on much longer. She held it before her breasts, not quite ready to put them on. "I still have a life to live dear, so I will have to be moving around. I won't have much of a chance to talk either, so I'll just make this clear for you. It's my fault you have this thing for me, so the least I can do for all these years of teasing you is to let you have your wish…"
"Mom…?" You slowly mumbled, hoping she wouldn't say what you were expecting.
"You can do whatever you want to my breasts. No matter what, I won't mind, in fact I encourage it. Hopefully this can get it out of your system; but if not at least you can have a good time. Am I right?" All you could do was weakly nod. "Good…" She began to close the gap between boob and bra. The shadows began to form over you when she paused; a sliver of her eye was visible between her bra and breast. It looked at you softly before winking, "Please be gentle…" She didn't want to get aroused by you as you were there. That much was obvious…but dammit if she couldn't have picked a worse way to phrase it. The words alone were enough to mess with your head. With that Karen said goodbye and placed her bra on, the click behind her back told you it was now set in place.
So now here you were; in the dark, senses heightened, against a mountainous breast and a less mountainous nipple, naked and held tightly against them. You just had your release but the blood was already flowing again, you bit your lip.
Damn it Mom…
-----
On the outside Karen did considerably better. Out of sight out of mind after all. Without you to look at she focused on getting her outfit back on. Finding it and putting it on was no problem at all, she just felt a bit…sleazy and low-class for what just happened, and even worse for her "realization." Regarding her son. It made so much sense though…her face was beet red as she eyed herself in the mirror to make sure she looked okay. Hair a bit off but otherwise fine. Now…what can I do about him…Should I do anything? I do have some plans for today…
Karen planned on a night day with a couple of family friends, specifically, her friends Clover and Erika. Friends of the family for nearly 20 years now…They were even trustworthy enough that Karen let them babysit her micro-sized son. Funny enough though, he always didn't like when they watched him…She never knew why. Karen shrugged, that was her initial plan anyway. She could easily do something else for her son, or maybe even do something then go to her friends. The day was still young.
Hmm….
--------
The simple act of your Mother getting dressed was enough to overcomplicate this already insane situation. With each step she took, her breasts bounced about two to three times, sizable enough to you to count as like a nice brief rollercoaster. The bad part, as it bounced up you flew up against her bra, as it fell down…you fell down…and to simplify it, your body rubbed against hers. By the time Karen was dressed and looking in the mirror, you were fighting off a whole new wave of sexual lust.
Come on man! It's your damn Mom! Control yourself! The pulsations of your nether region essentially told you the answer your body had. You cursed both aloud and mentally at yourself and the situation. Not to mention knowing your Mom…she was probably debating doing something to make it "better." God knows if she did you'd have the biggest internal struggle of your life…On the other hand…your will was already weak from minutes ago, and the alluring tit of your Mother seemed more attractive and beautiful with each passing second. Another few seconds and you were liable to crack too…Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
Only one question rang out in your head. Is Mom gonna try to do something?
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