Your mother walked into view, glancing around the bathroom. You could tell that she was looking for you, as you weren’t where she had left you. You tried to avert your gaze from her totally naked body, and focus solely on her face, but it was difficult. Finally, she spotted you hanging on the rack, and she gasped.
“Jack! What happened?” She rushed over to you and picked you up. “How did you end up over there? And why are you wet? And red?” Trish paused for a second, before everything clicked in her mind. “Wait…don’t tell me that Mary used you as a wash cloth for her shower?” You weren’t able to answer, but your mom could already discern the truth. “Oh my…Jack! I’m so sorry.”
She carried you out of the bathroom and back into the rest of the house. She walked into the living room, and set you down on the table. “I really should have told Mary before she went into the bathroom.” Your mother sighed, looking at you pitifully. “I truly am sorry Jack. I’m going to shower now, and let you reform out here. You’ve been through enough today.” She blew you a kiss, and then walked out of view.
You couldn’t believe your incredibly good fortune. You thought for sure that there was no way your mom would recognize you. You thought she would see you as nothing but a normal wash cloth, and use you during her shower. The thought that she would see you and rescue you had hardly crossed your mind, but it had happened. You were beyond ecstatic, and you began to focus your efforts on reforming.
Just then, you heard the sound of the front door unlocking. Your heart began to race, as you had no idea who would be coming over. The door swung open, and your girlfriend’s mother Tina walked inside. You cursed yourself for being so stupid. You had forgotten that Tina was coming over to hang out with your mom.
Tina was wearing tight black leggings, showing off her gorgeous ass to the world. She was also wearing a tight black blouse, which was low cut. The low cut revealed much of her expansive cleavage, and really complemented her already sexy breasts. You could also tell that she was visibly sweating, as she wiped her forehead. You figured it must have been pretty hot out.
Tina began walking towards you, and your heart raced faster and faster. You tried your hardest to reform, but you knew it would take a good while longer. Tina sat down on the couch in front of the table you were on, and kicked off her shoes. She lifted up her legs, and plopped them down onto the table. Her sweaty, moist, socked feet crashed down onto your body without warning.
Thankfully, you did not have to suffer the stench and sweat of her feet for long. She quickly removed her feet, and took notice of your body resting on the table. She looked at you quizzically, and you remembered that you probably looked just like a normal red wash cloth to her. Your red coloring prevented her from figuring out that it was you. She picked you up, and a smile grew on her face.
“Ah! A wash cloth!” Tina beamed, causing your blood to run cold. “Trish probably set this out for me. How thoughtful.” Tina raised you to her face, and used your helpless form to clean all of the sweat off of her face. She rubbed you up and down her forehead, until you had soaked up every last drop of sweat from her brow.
“I should save this wash cloth. Just in case.” Tina decided. You struggled and squirmed in her grasp, but she didn’t feel your miniscule movements at all. Suddenly, you were dropped, and you bounced off the squishy flesh of her breasts. Without hesitating, Tina pushed you in between her breasts, stuffing you deep into her cleavage. By the time she was finished, your body was completely engulfed between her two mammoth globes of flesh, shrouded in darkness and totally hidden from sight.
Tina sighed with content, and returned to resting against the couch, lifting her legs onto the table. She stayed like that for a few more minutes, until the bathroom door opened. Trish emerged, still slightly wet, and with a towel wrapped around her body. She spotted Tina, and smiled warmly. She also noticed that you were no longer lying on the table. She guessed that you probably reformed and left. What does she say next?