The bedroom door swung open as Cody’s mother barged her way in without knocking, as always. “Cody?” she asked out with laundry basket in hand, surveying the room for her suddenly vanished son. “Uh, what a mess” she mutters as she started picking up Cody’s dirty clothes littered around the room. “Hey mom, help me! I’m over here!” Cody exclaimed, waving his arms and frantically jumping up and down on his bed. While she didn’t acknowledge him directly, Cody’s mother did raise her head for a moment before heading over toward the bed. Yes, she must have heard his pleas! Cody’s relief quickly dissipated when upon reaching the bed, his mother turned around. Maybe she hadn’t heard him after all? He didn’t have long to ponder as a terrifying sight crept into his vision. His mother began to sit, her jean-clad bubble butt approaching close and closer to poor little Cody. He mustered all the power in his lungs into a powerful scream, in a desperate attempt to avoid being crushed.
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