You manage to hold on as your mother sneezes, then resumes walking. You reach up to the space between her breasts, or pack thereof.
That’s right, your mother’s bra is so tight that there is no space between her breasts, they are pressed together. You sigh as you force your hand between the two breasts. Why does your mom have such small bras when she has such big breasts? Either way, you have to get her attention. You push your arm between the two mounds of flesh, then rest your foot on the edge of the bra. You push yourself up, forcing yourself in between the two giant mounds of flesh. You climb upwards, between the tight compression between the two tits. You claw through the flesh nightmare while your mother goes about her day, unaware of your plight.
You finally reach the top of her breasts, and pull yourself out from the hell you just went through. You pull yourself out up to your waist, so that you don’t fall out. You finally can look at what your mother is doing, and it seems to be… driving?
That’s right, your mom is driving somewhere, causing her breasts to shake violently. Your lower half is crushed between her breasts, but you can’t risk pulling it out, lest you fall off her breasts. But is the half of you enough to keep yourself in her bosom for the ride?
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