This choice: Hang out at the house, take the risk. • Go Back...Chapter #5Running, Hiding and Peeping by: chaos   Staying at home right now seemed like a really good idea. On the one hand, you had a sadomasochistic sister roaming around and on the other it was really hot out and you didn’t want to do anything today. You dealt with your monster sister everyday; another day of looking out for her wasn’t going to kill you. Climbing down the couch, you hit the floor as you hear footsteps. You duck around the couch and hide, not sure if it was a member of your family that wanted to torture you or not. Peeking out carefully, you spot Tulip standing there with a jar, a smile on her face that told you she was up to something. She could do a lot of things to you if she got you into the jar. You remember her once playing bury the dead with you, a game that entailed her putting you in an air tight jar and burying you in the backyard. You were so happy when the neighbour’s dog dug you up that you forgave the mutt for eating you a while ago.
Going outside sounded a lot better now, but there was one problem, Tulip was blocking your only escape. Remembering how your mom usually kept the window in her room open, you make a dash for the door, trying to hide in the carpet as you run. As you reach your moms room, you feel footsteps coming towards you. Crawling under the door, you hope Tulip didn’t see you. Making your way quickly through your mom’s room, the doorknob turns and you know your running out of time. Spotting a pair of pants discarded on the floor, you run into the back pocket to hide from Tulip. Crawling into the pocket, you feel something sticky press into your back. Looking over your shoulder you see a blob of pink goop. Great, someone left bubblegum in their pocket.
“Little bug, where are you? Come out now. I won’t hurt you.” If your sister thought you believed that then her brain was smaller then you. After not seeing you scamper out like a good pet, Tulip scowls and stomps her foot a little too close to your hiding spot. Crawling even further into the pocket, you sink into the bubble gum. It’ll be a bitch getting out of it, but if this bitch sees you then you’re in real trouble.
“Last chance, bug. Come out or I’ll hunt you down and show you what real suffering is. I wonder how long you’d have to be in the freezer until your entire body froze?” Tulip said I with childlike curiosity as you shivered unintentionally. You had gotten a nasty cold after spending a couple hours in the fridge courtesy of Tulip. If she stuck you in the freezer you’d be a Stevesicle fast.
She was right above your hiding spot. She was looking around the floor for any sign for you. It wouldn’t be hard to see the bulge in the pants pocket. You prepared to be found and go through new hell when a voice like an angel called out from the other side of the room.
“Tulip, what are you doing in my room?”
“Nothing mom. I was just looking for something I lost.”
“Well, I don’t think anything of yours is in here. Go check your room.”
“Yes mom.”
As your sister’s footsteps move away from your position, you let out a long held breath. You know your mom didn’t mean to, but she had probably just saved your life. You consider coming out now and telling your mom what Tulip tried to do to you, but it was better to wait until your monster little sister departed. Before the footsteps of your little sister vanished, you heard your mom speak up again. “Tulip, could you do your mom a huge favour and go with your sisters to the movies for the afternoon. John’s coming over and we were hoping for some privacy. If you see your brother take him with you, okay?”
“Sure mom, if I see Steve I’ll be sure to grab him.” You can’t see from the pocket, but you’re sure your sister is surveying the room again, looking for any sign of you. She seems to give up because she addresses your mom again. “Have fun with John and give him my love.”
You groan at the sweet tone in Tulip’s voice. John was your mom’s boyfriend, they had been dating on and off since your dad disappeared. Never going steady as far as you know. John had been the only consistent role model in your life, but that didn’t mean you had to like him. There wasn’t anything wrong with him; he was just very laid-back and affable all the time, asking you to call him dad and joking about playing catch with you. He was just so relaxed about everything and encouraged your mom to be irresponsible and live more, which wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t involve him dragging her away and leaving you alone with one nice sister and one evil sister. You were pretty sure these were his pants. He was such a slob, leaving clothes and his other crap around the house. Worst part was that Tulip had a huge crush on him. If a hatful psycho like her likes someone then there has to be something wrong with that person.
The door closes and you only hear one set of footsteps in the room. Breathing easier, you decide to get the hell out of here and find something to do where you won’t have to see evil sisters or annoying guys dating your mom. One problem. You find that as you backed further into the pocket, you got stuck on the gum. You try to move forward, but your stuck. You escaped Tulip only to be captured by chewed gum. Fantastic.
You know you got to scream for your mom, get her to rescue you once again and explain to her what happened. She’ll console you even as she tells you to be careful and let you scurry off until the next time. You look out of the pocket; you’re able to see her bed, but not much else. She’s out of view, getting something from her closet and you can hear clothes shuffling around. You’ll wait until you can see her and then call for a rescue. You have to really scream to get someone to hear you if they are not standing close to you and you’re in no mood to scream yourself hoarse today.
You wait a few minutes and then your mom steps into view. Instead of screaming for help your eyes go wide as you get a good look at your mom in only her underwear. Suddenly getting her attention doesn’t seem like a great idea.
A lot of people see how small you are and think you are able to get really close to women, and they are right. You get really close to women’s feet and butts as they are coming down on you. You’ve never snuck into the girls changing room or spied on someone like a perv. You aren’t like that. Honestly, the most contact you get with women is from your family and that is either gentle, caring touches from your older sister and mom or painful touches from the younger sister. That’s why the sight of your mom half naked, the first half naked woman you’ve ever seen, left you completely floored.
You knew your mother was hot, but you never knew how much until now. You could see so much of her white, soft flesh as she walked around the bed, strutting her stuff and checking herself out in a mirror, no clue she was putting on a free show for her son. She was wearing a pair of tight pink lace panties, which hugged tightly to her hips. She must have bought a pair two sizes too small because they hugged her crotch so tight you could see the shape of her mounds and most of the back was sucked into her ass crack. Her round, large rump was nearly exposed, the sides of her cheeks poking out, teasing you as you tried to remember this was your mom. Her body was so smooth and lithe, the only were you saw fat was around her ass, hips and breasts. You stare up her slim belly to her chest, massive breasts held in tiny bra cups, but not for long.
Off goes the bra, a casual action that lets that makes your mouth drop. You’ve been squeezed against that bosom by hugs, but seeing it now, so bouncy, so perfectly round, so juicy, you wish those hugs had occurred more frequently. Your mom squeezes her breasts together between her arms, making a cute pouty pose in the mirror. Seeing enough breasts to bury you jiggles together takes your breath away. You know that you’ll never look at your mom the same way again after this. Her full, luscious body had always seemed attractive to you, even though she was your mother, but you never acted on it or tried to look at her lewdly. You doubt you’ll be able to look at her ever again without envisioning her like this.
Then your day takes a turn as the bedroom door opens and you hear John’s voice. Your mom’s boyfriend is here and he only has one question.
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