After an interesting journey through the washing machine, you are finally back in the clutches of your mother.
Though missing from the house for about a week now, your sister has devised a plan to fool your mother and all others; she has called the school pretending to be your mother, stating that you were sick, and she has called your mother pretending to be your school, stating that you were on an out of country educational field trip. You have spent the past week tucked away in the drawer of your mother, waiting for the inevitability of your use to be fulfilled.
Unknowing of your predicament, she slips you on as if any other piece of lingerie. You are pressed between her cold cheeks and nestled firmly into her musty crevice. She had just taken a shower. At least it doesn't smell too bad, you think to yourself. Unfortunately, for you, today she's going jogging.
As her asscheeks sway back and forth, pressing you further and further into her crack, applying more and more friction as you get deeper, you feel the warmth emanating from her hole. As the door opens, you expect to finally be at rest under her rump as she gets into the car, however, after a few minutes of walking you realize you're out of luck.
Her pace suddenly picks up, and the swaying of her asscheeks changes to a grinding motion, and you are soon soaked with her ass sweat, being ground between the two smelly lumps of flesh. Suddenly she releases a burst of small farts, adding disgust to humiliation. Her fingers occasionally reach back and stretch you out to relieve her wedgie, but that is only to snap you back into the confines of her ass and begin the grinding process over again.
Finally, after roughly an hour of the torture, she arrives at home. Your sister walks up to her with a grin. She knows.
"Hey mom, can you make me lunch," she calmly asks with devilish intent.
"Sorry honey, I have to take a shower."
"But mom, I'm REAAAALLY hungry." She states.
Please don't give in, you think, please just take me off and away from this torture.
"Alright honey, I guess I'll make you a sandwich first."
You feel your nonexistant heart sink, and at that moment the smell is amplified as your mother lets out another quick fart. She begins cooking with you pasted to her ass by her cold, drying sweat. You can only imagine how long it will be until you're freed from this foul place.
Suddenly, you hear a rumble in her stomach. She rushes to the bathroom and pulls you down, and for a brief moment, you thank god to be freed. Your enjoyment, however, is short lived as you hear her grunts and moans and the splash of toilet water. After a few minutes, she stands up, and as she reaches for the toilet paper, she sees there is none left.
"Gonna change these later so I guess it doesn't matter."
"You've gotta be kidding me mom," you think to yourself as you are hiked up slowly towards her filthy hole. It is as if time moves in slow motion, and slowly but surely your face is pressed directly into her musky filthy hole. The smell of her sweat and shit is mixed into your nostrils, and you just want this hell to end. After your mother is finished with lunch, she walks upstairs with you. Finally, it's time to be taken off.
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