Chapter #5What to do? by: fer   He lay down in bed and climbed under my blanket, moving closer to me in a tight one, he gently ran his hand over my leg, rising from the bottom up to my ass. His hand stopped on her and stroked her for a while and moved on. Rising slowly up, she moved to my stomach, walked over it and reaching one of my breasts, massaged it a little, and remained there holding it without letting go. Something solid began to rest against my ass. My thoughts ran at crazy speed. I was scared and I was afraid to admit it to myself, but also nice from his hand. Some part of me wanted him to continue stroking, while the other shouted that I had to run away until something irreversible happened. With such thoughts, I lay in his arms, afraid to move for several minutes, or maybe tens of minutes. gradually I ceased to feel his dignity resting on my ass, and after a few more minutes he snuffled without letting go of me. I began to calm down, my heart stopped beating at a tremendous speed and gradually I got used to the fact that he was holding me by the still recently absent female breast. So I lay warm in his arms until I fell asleep.
I woke up at 4.35 in the morning from the fact that I was cool and wanted to piss. It was dark and I felt sleepy, without turning on the light, I began to make my way towards the toilet. I was terribly sleepy, so I did not even pay attention to how, out of habit, leaving the room, turning to the right, I rested against the wall, and taking it for granted, I turned around, and when I got to the toilet I went in without turning on the light. Approaching the toilet, I tuned in out of habit and pulling back the elastic of my panties, I wanted to get my penis, but I just came across a smooth pubis and tender flesh of the labia. The sleepy dope left me in shock at the same time as the urine. that flowed down my legs. Confused by what was happening, I tried to close the pressure with my hand, but only managed to get my hands dirty. Nervously reaching the switch, I turned on the light. As soon as I saw my mother in the reflection, I remembered everything that happened. It was not a dream, it was clearly indicated by the reflection, wet legs with panties and a dirty floor. Thoughts buried in my head. I didn’t know what to do, so when I glanced over the wet floor because of me, I decided to start by cleaning. After getting a rag and a bucket, I began to wipe the floor, collecting the urine from it and squeezing the rag into the toilet. after collecting everything, he took water in a bucket and began to wipe the crime scene. As a final chord, I hid all traces with the help of a huge amount of air freshener. after washing the rag and rinsing the bucket, put it back. While I was cleaning up my thoughts came in order and a plan of action was outlined. Which consisted in the fact that we must quickly remove all things from ourselves and wash everything off ourselves. I felt very dirty, sticky and smelly. which I most likely was. Taking off all my things and throwing them into the washing machine, I climbed into the bathtub and turned on the shower. at first cold water poured from which I involuntarily cried out, but almost immediately hot water followed. so under the streams of water I stood motionless for about 5 minutes. The jets of water beat on me and flowed down my body like a waterfall, delivering pleasant sensations. After standing this way for several minutes, I decided to lather my new body. At first I wanted to take a simple soap, but after catching myself I decided that it would be better to take my mother’s body gel and, after squeezing a certain amount onto a washcloth, began to slowly soap my body. Hands, legs, especially for a long time I stayed on the breasts. It was pleasant for me to soap my body. These smooth lines, beautiful breasts, butt. When I got to the vagina and started washing it, I did not experience the sensations that my classmates and friends talked about. It was nice, but nothing more. Those electric discharges piercing the female body at the slightest touch were nowhere to be found. After standing this way under the running water for a while, I turned off the shower. Taking a towel, I began to wipe myself out of habit, but from the pain and discomfort I realized that this body should be treated more gently and more carefully. So I gently patted my body with a towel, dried my hair, and put on a terry robe. Having smelled it and tied the belt, I left the bath. When I went back to my parents' room, I found that I had been gone for almost an hour. The clock showed 5:30 in the morning. Quietly, trying not to make noise, I walked over to the bed and, without taking off my robe, lay down in it. Covering myself with the blanket and turning my back to my father, I closed my eyes. You have the following choices: 1. 1 2. 2 indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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