This choice: No, Trish wants to check herself just to be sure • Go Back...Chapter #7Bartering a deal with Barbara by: Unknown While Barbara was busy considering options to distracting Trish, you were jumping with joy below from Mary's news. Metaphorically, of course, the only movement happing was the slight wiggling of her big cheeks. "Settle down Jack! I'm trying to think," she said giving you a friendly slap. Your eyes wobble along with the motion to her behind until stopping. You usually dread the sheer embarrassment of being saved from someone's ass. Especially when that person's your mother no less. It's humiliating for a guy at your age, but deep down she's caring for you and that you're very thankful.
Meanwhile, Barbara saw Trish already waiting for her at the table from a distance. What's worse she witness Trish eating away at her meal. Walking back over with a stride, Barbara gained the attention of some men staring at her gorgeous body. "Excuses me? You're eating my meal Miss!" she said flustering. Trish, however, continued to din on the french fries, "Sorry! I'm stress eating because of Jack disappearance," taking another handful of them. "I understand. But how about not eating my entire meal," Barbara said seizing the tray away from her friend.
"I've looked everywhere we are set up and found no sign of him. Those girls told us they didn't have him. I fear the worst for him!" Trish said sipping on Barbara drink next. "Relax Tri. Breathe a little! You'll find him," Barbara said comforting her friend, "This isn't the first time you've lost him a Splash Zone.". Trish covered her mouth with a sudden burp, "I know that! He's his own man now. I'm not ready to let go of my baby boy yet is all.". Finally taking a bite of her meal, Barbara had a wicked smile growing on her face. "Yeah, he is? Whatever predicament he's in let him deal with it. You've done enough to ready Jack for the world. So why don't you stop fretting about him and enjoy the time here.". Trish didn't like hearing this news. She never prepared herself for this talk. Barbara, however, saw her action working luring Trish mind away from checking her.
In the short time, the two ladies talked, things got extremely worse for you. For starters Barbara st down on the hot seat that laid in the sun. Making your body integrated with her posterior more and more. The second thing that you were unaware happing was with your visible eyes fading away to a more concealed look.
After having finished her meal, Barbara was ready to start hitting some of the water slides, only to be stopped by Trish. "No, I can't give up on my son. It's my reasonability to look for him and making sure he's safe no matter what. I need to check you over Barb!" Trish said standing with confidence. Barbara stopped in her tracks clenching her hands to fist. She didn't want to play her trump card, but it seemed to be her only option now. "Alright, Trish! You win I'll let you check out my hot bod," Barbara said giving her a surrendering pose, "BUT! Here's the deal if you don't find him on me then you have to replace one of my bikini parts. Deal!?!".
Trish let out a loud gulp, "How did you know I forgot to take my medication this morning?". Barbara slithered her way back over on the wet concert hugging Trish close. Her breasts were pressing against Trish own, "I didn't but thanks for telling me.". She said breathing in Trish Butterscotch scent from her neck. Trish pushed herself far away in fear "That's a bit extreme Barb! I'm struggling enough with Jack can't we do this later?". Barbara placed her finger on Trish's lips. "Shhh! If you want to check this body, you're gonna have to get close to it.".
Simultaneously you were losing your mind in wait. Another wash of Barbara sweat washes over into your eyes. "What's taking so long between the two of them?" you wonder. "I wish I could hear what they're saying?" their speech muffled by Barbra's bottoms.
It was at that moment Mary and Tina came out exiting the lockers. Tina who finished tieing her top back on had a cross look on her face. "No sign of Jack on my mom," Mary said with regret. Trish occupied with panicking for her safety now, heard the news still. "Well let's go, Trish, our turn," Barbara said waving a finger. Barbara skipped humming a tune, while Trish nervously followed behind.
Undoing the top strings, Barbara let bountiful bust softly fall before she squeezed them together. "This top always a bit tight. Maybe you can help me out with that problem Trish," she said giggling. Trish knew the risk she was taking currently. However, the way Barb was acting it almost gave the impression she had him. "Let's get these pesky bottoms off." rubbing her bum with her hands. Trish didn't notice Barbara sly attempt at hiding your eyes that were already gone. "Okay!" grabbing both sides Barbara slide the bottoms down slowly.
Trish took her time examining every inch of Barb body. "Hey, that tickles!" Barbara commented as Trish checked her breasts. "Stop squirming then!" Trish utters crouching down to her stomach, "Alright turn around.". Barbara did what she was told wobbling her butt in her friends face. "Easy! I don't want to be crushed by that big thing." Trish announces pulling her face away. "Hey let's not forget it's your fault it got this big ok," Barbara said with laughter.
Upon seeing your mothers face you scream for her attention, "Mom! I'm right here! MOM!". Trish glanced carefully before spreading her buttocks open, "Phew! You should clean back here more." holding her noise. "You know maybe I can make you by bottoms again. That wouldn't be half bad idea either." Barbara remakes to her snappy jester. You were losing patience, "How does she not see me my eyes are clearly visible!". Except that they weren't from her point of view. "Ok, I guess you're telling the truth." Trish phrases in defeat. Letting go to she her behind joggle on last time before spotting...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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