This choice: Smashed against her shaved pussy • Go Back...Chapter #4Smashed against her shaved pussy by: DarthKitten You landed on the bed with a muffled thump as you flew from your hiding spot onto the mattress below. Looking up you could see your mother's legs push against the bed as she scoots herself forward on the bed back to her pillow, her abdomen stretching above you, until her crotch hovered over you for a split second. You cried out and rolled over to try and crawl away. A second later a massive weight landed on your back, smashing you flat against the bed. The cheap clothes your mother had made for you shredded themselves in the friction between her and the bed. Struggling to move, naked as the day you were born, you realized you were completely flattened out between her bed, and her naked crotch.
Her heartbeat thumped in your ears and her whole body shifted slightly with each breath. The heat and pressure being put on you was not terrible, but you knew it could quickly become that. As you tried to suck in a breath to inflate yourself beneath her, you could smell her sex below you in the small confines under the blanket, evidence of her relieving some stress late last night. Her skin threatening to suck you into it's pores and keep it's new victim trapped. You heard the full thump of the front door open and shut as Christina left for somewhere, leaving you two alone.
You laid there for hours it felt like. She shifted and moved every so often. The heat was definitely getting to you now, her body heat radiating like a furnace under the covers.
Eventually, her body stretching as she groans out, you realize she's waking up. Praising the cruel god that watches over you, you'll soon be discovered and removed! As she removes the covers and rolls out of bed, there was a brief moment where the sheets on the mattress and her skin tugged on you from both sides, trying to win over the other. With a small rip like that of cheap Velcro, you pulled from the sheets. The room was still dark as she had the curtains closed, and you felt her uneasy steps of waking up as she made her way to the bathroom.
With the flick of a switch you both were blinded by the light. And after a second of adjusting you could see yourself on the mirror… after looking very closely, and knowing exactly where you were. Your skin tone matched your mother's, so you blended in somewhat, and if anyone where to look at you now, they would probably assume you were a tattoo of a shrunken naked man on your mother's crotch. Your feet millimeters above where her lips started, your body firmly adhered to her pubic zone on her body. Her hand brushed over you, and to her felt like smooth skin as she scratched herself. Her nails raking over you painfully, threatening to rip you free. After a few seconds they relented and she continued on her way over to the toilet, not once looking down at you.
You squirmed in place as she sat down and you could peer into the porcelain bowl below you. As she relieved herself you gagged when the smell it your nose, and tried to shut it out of your mind. After a minute she wiped and flushed standing up and reaching over to start her shower.
Stepping in, you were immediately blasted in the face from above with very warm water. She wet her hair and washed herself, her hands brushing over you every so often. Carrie reached over and grabbed her shaving cream and razor and began lathering up her legs to shave, when her eyes met yours.
"What the hell?" She muttered, rubbing a finger against you. This is it! You were saved!
"That's the last time I break out the tequila with Beth when we're... Nevermind. When the hell did I even… Oh… that's what we were doing at the tattoo parlor! Now I remember… but don't remember getting you little guy!" She said to herself, smiling. You on the other hand had the moment of being freed ripped from your grasp. She had only seen a tattoo when she spotted you, just like you had earlier. She had to recognize you though! You were her son!
She continued lathering and shaving her legs, she found another mysterious tattoo on her ankle, that of a Lily flower. She rolled her eyes and continued onward shaving, embarrassed from the thought of some guy or girl having to tattoo a tiny person on her crotch. It didn't even hurt now which was the surprising part, opposed to her ankle which was still a little tender. As she shaved further up, she avoided her crotch, which you silently thanked her for. Unbeknownst to you, she was going to let her pubes grow out a bit to hide her new embarrassing tattoo. A thick landing strip maybe…
As she stepped out of the shower, she dried herself off and walked over to the mirror. Your body and her skin were red from the hot water, and above you she was brushing her teeth. After doing her hair and makeup she stepped out into her bedroom and began getting dressed. She set out a skirt, some stockings, a matching set of laced blue bra and panties, and finally a button up blouse. She put on her bra first and slid her panties up her legs, blocking most of your vision and could see out of one of the holes in the lace with one eye. She put her blouse and and finally her stockings and skirt, casting your world into darkness again until she bent over, which you could see out of the bottom of her skirt if you looked down when she bent over. She was putting her heels on and stood up, blocking your view again. She walked down the stairs and out the door only leaving you to imagine where she was going. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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