This choice: Shannon decides to just relax until Stacy is done in the wave pool • Go Back...Chapter #6You Are The Permanent Fix by: bobob1   Shannon scanned the park, thinking about what her next course of action would be. She smiled briefly, thinking about how loving and considerate her son was for volunteering to hold her bikini together in her hour of need. Tapping her butt slightly in what she thought was a show of affection, but in reality was a shockwave of jiggles over your body, her inner monologue began to run. You, of course, had no idea what Shannon was thinking, but it sure wouldn't end well for you.
"Hmm, I suppose I could go straight to the gift shop and see if they have any bikini bottoms there, that is probably the right thing to do" Shannon thought internally to herself, wading in the shallow water in the meantime. She continued thinking, "But bikinis in gift shops are always SO ugly and SO expensive at the same time! I don't really want to waste money on something I would never wear again, and Sammy would surely say the same... I mean after all he did offer to help me keep this bikini bottom together before I even asked so he must be okay with it to some extent at least. I'm not even sure he knew that the gift shop sold bikini bottoms before helping me so he might have even expected I would use him for the rest of the day, right?" Shannon's insane line of logic running through her head was slowly but surely talking herself into sentencing you to a much worse fate than you deserved. "Yeah, that makes sense! I'll just wear him for the time being and ask Stacy what I should do when she gets out of the wave pool!" Shannon came to her conclusion and at that same time made up her mind completely that she would be using you without remorse for the time being.
Smiling once again, Shannon began to walk out of the water and toward a nearby lounge chair with a towel sprawled over it. The brief walk for her reignited the engines of your torture chamber, starting up the steamrolling effect of her gargantuan, sweaty, ass cheeks all over your body. As each cheek took a turn pressing you down like a rolling pin does to dough you felt yourself slipping deeper and deeper into your mom's buns. It seemed Shannon actually took notice too, as she stopped walking suddenly, feeling the slight itch of the bikini strings you were holding in your hands as they tickled her crack. Shannon reached back and looped two pointer fingers underneath the strings above her ass and pulled out and upwards slightly. By some grace of god she managed to yank at least your head out of the sweaty crevasse of her ass crack and you were exposed to the light of day once again. However, the first words you heard made your blood absolutely boil,
"Hey Sammy I can't say thanks enough for helping me out of this situation... but is there any way you can sink so deep into my butt like you're doing? It kind of tickles when you do." Shannon said with a completely innocent yet rage inducing sincerity. You couldn't believe that you had found yourself in a situation where you had more or less become a butt crack liner for your mom, and she had the audacity to criticize the way you were doing it, as if you had any control in the first place. You were about scream up at her and then she suddenly took another step, immediately dragging your head back down to its sweaty prison. You felt your screams get muffled but warm, salty flesh and you cried mentally at just how minuscule you were compared to Shannon. She simply continued walking a few more steps before reaching the lounge chair, wherein she sighed slightly and yanked her bottoms up in the exact same way she did moments before.
"For real Sammy, once again I owe you sweetie but please can you refrain from sliding so deep down?" The reality was that this time you didn't hear a thing as Shannon had not pulled you quite far enough upwards to pop your head free of her buns. But in all honesty it was probably for the better that you didn't hear her further criticize you for the way you were carrying out your duties as thong glue. Now satisfied with how her bottoms fit, Shannon turned around before squatting down quickly towards the chair. Her cheeks parted ever so slightly as you saw the blue towel flash before your eyes for only a moment before her rump crashed down onto it. In this postion, sitting firmly on her ass, you felt even more pressure than you felt while she was walking. You whimpered, wishing that you could just let go of the strings at this point, but your hands were still firmly squashed to them. For the time being, you weren't going anywhere.
Shannon, on the other hand, was having further thoughts about how to handle this pesky broken bikini bottom situation. "I should definitely ask Stacy for her advice, she's always smart at figuring stuff out... But at the same time I'm not sure how she would react if I told her where Sammy was right now. She would probably say it wasn't a very good idea, even though it was Sammy's idea all himself to do it!" Shannon's ditsy brain had already begun to twist the reality of the past few minutes as she assumed had come up with the entire plan for the current situation in the first place. Now that the gears of her airheaded brain had started turning, what was Shannon going to do?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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