As your environment smelled worse and worse, the two girls eventually got up to leave. They got in the car, your moms ass flattening you once again. They chatted in the car on the way back, and somehow the conversation turned to you.
“Yeah… Theirs just one… small problem, mom…” Patty explained.
“What is it dear?” Your mom asked her as she drove.
“Well… I feel bad for not saying anything, but… Jill is stuck in your pants…” She confessed.
“Huh?”
“Jill is trapped in your pants… I saw her when you were changing but didn’t want to say anything because I was too embarrassed… And I wasn’t sure if it really was her!”
Your mom looked at her in shock. “What?! Patricia!! You should’ve told me!!” Mary shouted, trying to stay focused on the road.
“I’m sorry!” Patty lied, trying not to show her enjoyment of what happened, “I’ll warn you next time, I promise!”
Mary looked at her for a moment. She glared at her, before asking, “So you really didn’t have anything to do with putting her there?”
“No, I swear!” Patty replied with genuine honesty.
Mary sighed before she pulled into their house. They went inside and Patty went to her room. Mary went to hers, and shut and locked the door behind her. You were now starting to get slightly nervous.
As your mom struggled to pull down her jeans, she look at her behind in the mirror. Once she got the jeans off, she saw her panties, with the logo, you, smothered right on the front of her ass. She groaned, knowing full well that was you this time, “Jill, what are you doing there?!”
You were unable to answer as you were still plastered to her underwear. She ignored the fact that you couldn’t speak and took it as an insult, as she was filled with rage. “Fine, Jill,” She yelled, “If your gonna be that way, then you can stay there until you learned your lesson!”
Your heart sank. You tried to reform or struggle or anything, but to no avail. Your mother wasn’t the kindest person, but she was a good mother. She would go to extreme lengths to punish you and your sister, but mostly to you.
Mary walked over to her closet and grabbed some more comfortable pants. She slipped them on and sealed you inside her asscheeks again. You tried to yell but nothing came out. She strode her way back to the living room, where Patty was sitting. She looked up at her mom and asked, “Where’s Jill?”
What does Mary do…?
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