This choice: one of the girls to borrow some clothes, (spilled wine on pants) • Go Back...Chapter #7one of the girls to borrow some clothes, (spill... by: Kentwolf   Just as were drifting off to sleep, having mastered sleeping with your eyes open at an early age through all the times you had been unable to close them. usually thanks to Christine, you saw Nicole stumble into the room, half drunk. you saw her looking around and noticed a very obvious red stain on her pants, along with an empty wine glass in her hands explained she had spilt wine on herself. your mom and her friends often borrowed each others clothes. infact, half of the things Carrie owned were borrowed from someone. they never really got around to returning the things they took unless asked for them, which was rare as they all had so many clothes they didnt notice unless it was their only outfit of choise.
you watched, unable to look away or close your eyes as she placed the wine glass on the top of your mothers clothing drawers and begin wriggling her pants down off of her, her ass cheeks bouncing and jiggling as if cheering for the momentary freedom as they escaped the tight confines. she had a sexy curved ass as big as your mothers, which was good as she often borrowed clothing from her. you saw her look down at herself, her long wavey strawberry blonde hair cascading down her back and resting ontop of her ample breasts. she swore annoyed and you spotted the reason for her annoyance. her panties also had a red stain as the wine had soaked through to them. she slipped out of them too, kicking them off with a foot as she opened the drawers looking for replacements. she pulled out your moms nice lycra shimmering dark green skirt and set it aside while she looked for clean panties. however your mother hadnt put the fresh ironing into the room yet so the drawer was empty except for thongs, which you knew from experience Nicole didnt like much. she looked around the room with an annoyed look before her eyes rested on you resting on the side. your mind filled with dread as you knew what was about to happen. you desperatly tried calling out to your mom but your lips didnt move, nor did any part of your visible face. the rest of your body still hidden on the other side of the panties leaving you to look like a little logo as she walked over.
her finely manecured nails picked you up gently and took a cautionary whiff of the panties "hmm they smell clean...im sure Carrie wont mind" clearly she didnt think anything of your face on them, she most likely couldnt even see you clearly in her tipsy state of mind. she unfolded your prison and lowered you down. you felt one foot brush against you from behind then the other before you felt the edges of you brushing against her smooth hairless skin as she pulled you up her legs. the panties stretched out, pinching you tighter as they fought to contain her butt cheeks once more, she wriggled and pulled, grinding your legs and torso, flat as it was, against her sex before smoothing you out with a hand over your face. as she bent down you saw the lycra skirt by her feet as she stepped into it and wished she had picked something looser. you saw it being slid up towards you before it smacked you in your face, rubbing tightly against you as it conformed to her curves, wraped around her thighs as she smoothed it out, you could feel her smoothing it out as she rubbed it over you. before putting her heels back on and walking back out to the party. you struggled and strained to be notice but the panty threads were pinching you tighter than ever, making movement impossible.
you had to endure listening to the mindless chatter of your mother and her friends as they drank wine, gossiped and laughed. your mother having no idea her Son was trapped under her friends skirt. dispite the noise, you eventually managed to drift off from sheer exaustion from your day. you slept through Nicole calling a cab to go home. your mother unaware that you were tagging along with Nicole waved her off as she made her way home. sleeping through the journey to her house and her peeling you off. dropping you into the hamper to be washed in the morning with the skirt dropped ontop of you.
eventually you wake up, you can hear birds chirping outside a window and feel something over you, but you cant tell what. you realise your not being worn anymore and deduce you must be in a wash hamper again. though you doubt its your mothers....   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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