This choice: She recognises you, uses you anyway. • Go Back...Chapter #5A Mother's Punishment by: Unknown Your mother’s completely naked form stepped into your view, her gargantuan breasts bouncing like crazy at the simplest movement. You saw her looking left and right around the bathroom, clearly trying to find you. When you weren’t where she had left you, she looked towards the shower, and her gaze rested on you. She frowned, before her eyes slowly widened.
“Jack? How on earth did you get over there?” Your mother stepped towards you, until all you could see was the creamy whiteness of her stomach. She slipped you off of the shelf, and held you in her hands. Her face was blocked entirely by her giant breasts. “And why are you so red?” Trish was confused, and was unable to connect the dots to the shower that Mary had just taken.
“Whatever. It doesn’t matter.” Trish decided. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson from back talking me earlier. Let’s give you one more punishment, and call it even.” Your mother smiled, and your blood ran cold. You knew exactly what she had in mind, and there was no way that you wanted to go through your previous ordeal all over again. Still, it wasn’t like you had a choice in your position.
Your mother stepped into the shower with you in hand, closing the curtain behind her. She turned the water on, and you were once more blasted by a scalding torrent of hot water, burning your skin. The temperature was even hotter than it had been with Mary, and you mentally screamed and screamed. Your doubted your mother knew she was putting your body through this much torment.
Your mother began her shower in full, letting the water pour all over her body. She moved and twisted around, letting the water reach every inch of her body. After a minute, she poured some shampoo onto your body, and you braced yourself for another repeat of torture, this time brought on by your mother.
Trish slammed you against her pillowy breasts, smashing you into her jiggly flesh. She rubbed you all over her breasts, over the top and bottom of her boobs. She cleaned in between her breasts as well, using you to reach all over her cleavage. Trish was hardly finished.
She then moved you to her ass, and you saw her plump butt rush towards you at lightning speed. You were thrust against her butt cheeks, and used to scrub every inch of her skin. She then slipped you inside of her butt crack, and the horrible stench immediately filled you with disgust. She rubbed and scrubbed every part of her butt crack, using your poor body to do the dirty work for her. Trish was still not finished.
There was one more area of focus that she wanted to use you on. She brought you down to her crotch, where you could see her shaven pussy in all its glory. It wasn’t glory to you though, as she was your very own mother. However, you couldn’t stop her from enacting her “punishment”, and you were quickly rubbed against her most sensitive area. Trish let out a quiet moan as she felt your hot body press against hers. She bit her lips as she let you clean the rest of her vagina.
After that, Trish quickly let you clean off her dirty and disgusting feet, which thankfully did not take long. Once that was finished, all Trish had to do was wash her hair, which would take a little while. She dropped your body onto her left breast, which was the perfect size to serve as a shelf to hold you. She reached for her conditioner, and focused all of her attention on her hair.
As you sat on her left breast, the scalding water continued to rain down on you. The water felt hotter still from when the shower had begun, and it stung your entire self. A minute passed, and you began to feel a weird sensation in your body. It was almost as if you were…melting!
The extreme temperatures of the water, combined with the overwhelming body heat of your mother were beginning to melt your gummy body. You fought the effects of the melting, but you knew that it was no use. Your body began to liquefy, and it was only a matter of time until you were a complete liquid.
You looked up at your mother, but she was totally oblivious to your plight. Her full attention was on washing her hair, and not on the fate of her son. You knew that within a minute, you would be a totally liquid. You were in a dangerous situation, one that had two possible outcomes. You would either roll of your mother’s breast, and be sucked down the drain, or her flesh pores would suck you up into her breast. Neither option was preferable, and both could possible seal your fate forever. What ends up happening? | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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