This choice: Yes, and she finds you and recognizes you. • Go Back...Chapter #5Unavoidable Misfortune by: Unknown Trish grimaced, feeling something odd and squishy slip inside of her butt crack. She had certainly not anticipated anything being in the tub with her, but she figured whatever it was, was probably nothing. She urged she had just sat on the soap bar, or maybe a wash cloth. It could even be crumpled up toilet paper or tissues that somehow fell into the bathtub.
Part of her didn’t even want to check her ass for whatever had slipped inside. The squishy object tickling her flesh was soft and malleable, and really tickled her sensitive areas. Trish felt herself beginning to blush. She had always been interested in anal beads and the like, and this strange object was satisfying her desire. Still, her curiosity got the better of her.
Trish lifted her butt off of the bottom of the tub, and sneaked her hand in between her jiggly butt cheeks. She felt the squishy object brush against her fingers, and she gripped it tightly. The object was crushed and folded between her fingers, just like she figured it would. She pulled the object out of her ass, and brought it above water, holding it in front of her face. She looked at it closely for a while, until her eyes suddenly widened in surprise.
“Jack?” She asked, incredulously. Of course, the strange squishy object was in fact you, and you were ecstatic that she had actually felt you and rescued you. There had been many times in the past where you would fall in your mom’s ass, and she wouldn’t take you out because you felt so good. She never knew it was you, but she couldn’t control her pleasuring desires. Anyway, you were happy that you wouldn’t be spending an eternity in her sweaty, jiggly, sticky ass.
“What were you doing in my butt?” Your mom inquired. “Actually…what were you doing in the tub? I thought you were in the sink!” She exclaimed, blushing profusely. She was clearly flustered at having just enjoyed the feeling of her own son wriggling around in her ass. She waited a moment for you to respond, until remembering that it was impossible for you to communicate in your squashed form.
“Okay Jack, just wait here.” She set you down on the floor beside the tub, resting you on the floor mat. “We’ll talk after my bath.” With that, your mom turned back to her bath, lathering herself up in soap. She quickly put you out of her mind, determined to still enjoy her hot and relaxing soak. Meanwhile, you sat on the floor mat, focusing all of your efforts and reforming and removing the awkward encounter with your mom from your mind.
Thirty minutes later, your mom had finally finished with her bath. To your surprise, you were still just a tan lump on the floor. You thought you would have reformed by now, but you had taken quite a beaten from the vacuum cleaner earlier in the day, plus your mom’s sizable rear. You guessed it would just take more time to fully reform. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t get this extra time.
During your mom’s long bath, all thoughts of you had totally slipped her mind. She rose out of the tub, water glistening off of her naked body. She looked, for all intents and purposes, like a true goddess. She stepped out of the tub, her foot lowering onto the floor mat spread out beforehand. Of course, the floor mat was also where you were.
Her giant foot slammed down onto your, squashing your battered body flat. Your tiny form was compressed to the consistency of paper, and you stuck to your mom’s wet foot like a sticker. Thankfully, your body had made a loud and disgusting “SLURP” sound when you were crushed, and your mom heard you loud and clear.
“Oh my god!” She cried, lifting up her foot and seeing you crushed to her sole. She peeled you off, and dropped you into her hand. “I totally forgot Jack! I’m so sorry! Just give me a few more minutes.” She placed you on the counter top, right beside the clean bra and panties that she had set out to wear.
With her hands now free, she grabbed her towel off of the rack, and dried herself off. She had sadly placed you at such an angle that you were forced to watch every second of the show she put on. Every little bit of her drying off her sexy naked body was etched into your memory. You weren’t even able to close your eyes. You grimaced as she sensually dried off her
crotch, biting her lip as she did so.
When your mom was finally finished, she sauntered over to the counter, and grabbed her bra. As fate would have it, she dragged her bra off of the counter instead of lifting it. The huge undergarment knocked into your papery body, and brushed you straight began to knock you off the edge. Before you could fall, Trish’s bra bent backwards from gravity, and your tiny body was scooped right up into the right bra cup.
Your mom hadn’t noticed a thing, and continued preparing to put her bra on. She raised her bra up, and her massive, naked breast filled your vision. You couldn’t move, squirm, scream, or do anything to stop what was about to happen. Trish pulled her bra close, and you were painfully slammed into her ginormous breast, her nipple jabbing right into you. Her flesh quivered and shook, slapping against your poor body. Trish tightened her bra around her back, tightly sealing you in your new prison.
However, your body had made that thing “SLURP” noise again when your mom’s breast crushed into your body. The question is, did your mom hear?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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