This choice: Cooking, so Shannon takes you down to the kitchen with her to begin baking. • Go Back...Chapter #4Cooking with Mother by: bobob1   “We can handle the chocolate cake baking first.” You mused. “That way, we can do laundry and bathroom cleaning while the cake bakes in the oven, and then enjoy a delicious meal as our reward for finishing all of our chores.”
“Tha’s so smart of you Sammy! I never would have thought to do that!” Shannon giggled, causing you to internally sigh.
Yeah. I’m sure you wouldn’t have. You thought to yourself, mildly annoyed at how carefree and airheaded your mother could be, while still retaining her childlike optimism and energy. You were shaken out of your thoughts by your mother picking you up and racing downstairs to the kitchen, nearly tossing you through the sky as her hands bounced up and down.
Strolling into the kitchen, your mother placed you down on the counter and then rummaged around for everything she would need to begin baking the cake. As she bent down and examined a drawer, you found it nearly impossible to peel your eyes away from her perfectly sculpted ass swaying back and forth ever so slightly. It wasn’t hard to see why your mother was a famous supermodel.
“Aha! Here it is!” Shannon declared happily, tossing a cookbook over her shoulder towards the counter. You screamed, pumping your legs and diving to the side. You just barely managed to avoid being squashed flatter than a pancake under the cookbook, thanks to your mother’s careless toss.
This frustrating comedy of errors continued for several minutes as Shannon dug around for every single ingredient required for the chocolate cake. You had to dodge a box of cake mix, a huge bag of sugar, and a box of chocolate chips, among other things. Your patience was beginning to wear thin, especially as your mother continued to remain unaware of what she was doing to you.
“And…that should be everything!” Shannon turned from the cabinet and walked back over to the counter. “Ready to begin Sammy?” She gave you a big smile, her innocent eyes twinkling. You couldn’t help but smile back. Shannon flipped open the cookbook, turning it to the recipe page for the chocolate cake she had in mind.
You turned your back to your mother, trying to get a good look at the recipe’s instructions. You didn’t notice your mother frown as she spotted the smudged lettering for the first step of the recipe. You didn’t notice her lean forward over the counter to get a closer look at the faded text of the cookbook. You didn’t notice…until it was a second too late.
Your mother’s shadow fell over you at the exact same instant her massive breasts crashed down onto your body, squashing you like a bug. Your mother didn’t feel a thing as she leaned on the counter, examining the recipe and tapping her chin. Her big boobs squished down onto the counter, trapping your tiny form underneath, buried under (what felt like) metric tons of flesh.
She finally stood back up, confident that she knew what she needed to do for the first step. She walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a big bowl and an electric mixer. The entire time, your body remained stuck to the underside of her breasts from sheer pressure alone, though you could already feel yourself unsticking. Thankfully, you popped free as she was standing above the counter, and you fell down to safety.
“Mom!” You screamed up to her, not wanting to risk another accident. Shannon finished plugging in the electric mixer and then glanced over at you.
“Yes Sammy?” She asked, cocking her head to the side. “What’s up?”
“…nothing.” You pouted. Of course she was oblivious to what she had done.
“I’m sorry Sammy. Are you feeling a little…unhelpful?” Shannon asked. “I’ll have a job for you in a second, I promise.”
So far, cooking with your mother had been nothing but one annoying accident after another. You had almost entertained the idea of this being a fun little thing to do with your mom, but it had been anything but up to this point. Still, you had barely started to make the cake yet. Maybe there was still some enjoyment to be had.
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