This choice: NO THERE ISN'T, TO MOM'S DEN! • Go Back...Chapter #4NO THERE ISN'T, TO MOM'S DEN! by: fhjdksla "OF COURSE THERE IS, BUT NO WAY IT COULD POSSIBLY BE THIS FUN!" Lisa said, face still inches from your now fully-awake body.
"BESIDES, WE WOKE UP THIS EARLY FOR A REASON SQUIRT!" Mary added.
You look up quizzically at both of them as the look at each other and then back at you.
"DON'T TELL ME YOU NEVER NOTICED?" Mary asked.
"Noticed what?" You replied.
"OH MY GOD, HE DOESN'T HAVE A CLUE! LET ME ENLIGHTEN YOUR INNOCENT LITTLE HEAD. YOU SEE YOUR BIG OLD MOTHER HAS NEEDS. QUITE LARGE NEEDS. IN FACT SUCH LARGE NEEDS THAT SHE NEEDS TO VIGOROUSLY SATISFY THEM SEVERAL TIMES A DAY. MOST OF THE TIME IT'S RANDOM." Lisa said.
"YEAH, SOMETIMES I'VE COME HOME EARLY TO HER MOANING LIKE A WILDEBEAST IN HEAT, OTHER TIMES I'VE WOKEN UP TO IT, HAHAHA," Mary added.
"BUT THERE IS ONE TIME, EVERY DAY, WHEN OUR DEAR OLD MOM RAMS HER FAVORITE SEX TOY IN AND OUT OF HER BIG HAIRY MUFF FOR A GOOD HOUR OR TWO. IT'S LIKE CLOCKWORK. HERE LET'S GO FOR A LITTLE FIELD TRIP." Lisa said as she pulled back the tiny blanket that covered your nude body.
"MY, MY, MY, WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE LITTLE WILLIE, NOT ALL OF YOU IS AGAINST OUR LITTLE GAME. SEEMS TO ME LIKE YOUR LITTLE SOLDIER IS SOLUTING THE IDEA!" Lisa said.
"No I'm just scared!" You yell.
"OH PLEASE! IT'S PROBABLY JUST SICK OF YOUR RIGHT HAND, HAPPY AT THE PROSPECT OF FEELING THE WARM EMBRACE OF A REAL WOMAN. NOT THAT IT'S ACTUALLY GONNA HAPPEN, MOM'LL SEE HIM SIS, I GUARANTEE IT!" Mary stated.
"WE'LL SEE SOON WON'T WE." Lisa said.
With that you sit up and hop off your makeshift bed in one fluid motion. You then sprint to the edge of the dresser upon which your bed lay. Suddenly, you leap off the edge and look down. This is it, your moment to escape their twisted games and finally...SNATCH Lisa grabbed you out of the air like she would catch a pair of keys tossed to her.
"HAHAHA, REALLY LITTLE GUY? C'MON LITTLE GUY LET'S GO TO MOM'S ROOM, SIS YOU GOT THE SUPPLIES?" Lisa asked.
"What supplies?" You ask.
"STRING, SCOTCH TAPE, ONE JAR OF VASELINE." Mary answered.
"IT'S NOT LIKE SHE'S GONNA NEED IT, HAVE YOU SEEN HOW MANY PADS SHE GOES THROUGH? JUST LAST WEEK AT THE MALL, MOM WALKED BY ONE OF THOSE CALVIN KLEIN POSTERS AND NEEDED TO EXCUSE HERSELF NEARLY 3 TIMES AFTER THAT. THE OLD HORN DOG MUST'VE BEEN LEAKING LIKE THE TITANIC." Lisa stated
"CAN'T HURT. BESIDES, AFTER SHE SQUIRTS HIM OUT, MAYBE SHE'LL WANT A LITTLE BACKDOOR ACTION?" Mary said.
Did they just suggest your mom might want to use you for anal sex? you fear.
"GOOD THINKING SIS. BRO, IT'S TIME TO MEET YOUR MAKER, LITERALLY!" Lisa said as she began to treck upstairs to the master bedroom.
"DON'T WORRY LITTLE BRO, THERE'S NO WAY MOM'S EYESIGHT IS SO BAD THAT SHE WON'T NOTICE YOU." Mary said.
"THAT'S A LOAD OF CROC SIS. I ONCE SAW MOM WITHOUT HER GLASSES YELLING AT A CHIPMUNK BECAUSE SHE MISTOOK IT FOR LITTLE WILLIE HERE. HA, 8-INCH WILLIE, YOUR NAME SUITS YOU!" Lisa quipped.
As they both treaded upstairs, you in-tow, you began to hear the obnoxious noise of your humongous mother snoring. Lisa then brought her other hand to the doorknob stood between the slumbering leviathan you call mom, and you. With a careful twist and a swift open, Lisa managed to open the door with nothing but the ever so slightest squeak. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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