You hadn't been expecting company today but the doorbell rang and when you answered it you were met with the familiar tread of your mother's favorite shoes as she stepped in right onto your face and on into the living room.
"hello John, Chelsea are you here" your mother shouted not noticing her son squished on the front mat. you popped back up and got her attention by whistling, " Oh John there you are I came to see how you're doing with this business you started with your collage friend." your mother smiled at you but you were nervous about what to say, you hadn't exactly told your family that you were doing this, your sister's would want to rent you out every other week and you aren't sure what your mother will think as she's only ever done stuff to you on accident. Before you could think of something Chelsea walked into the room.
"Oh Mrs. Hurtz"
your mother interrupted her " Dear what have I told you call me Madison"
" Right so you want to know about our business I can tell you all about it" Chelsea put on a sly grin and winked at you " John get us some tea I'll tell Madison how we do business in the next room" you wanted to protest but your mother had already taken the hint and walked into the living room.
"What are you gonna tell her." you whispered and Chelsea grinned and leaned down to your level her breasts hung in your field of view.
" I have the perfect cover, I'm going to tell her we rent out gummy materials for various purposes but only for one week at a time, that way it matches up with our actual business model she would't suspect a thing." Chelsea explained and raised back to her full height. "Now if your done staring at my tits, I'm going to talk to your mom cause you wouldn't get even half of that out before you end up under her butt or shoe." you wanted to protest but she was right your mother was not the most observent of people.
you sigh and go poor some tea which takes a little bit but you're accustomed to the effort and you carry the tea in for your mother and partner. Madison Hurtz was a healthy woman in her mid Forties with long curly brown hair and she keeps a tight watch on her figure so her assets are impressive but not quite as large as Chelsea as your mother only stands 5 foot 6 inches.
"-And our costomers use the matirial for whatever they want, bras, insoles, panties, stress balls, skirts, and exsetera, then they bring it back after a week or less if they only wanted to try it." Chelsea finished explaining to your mother just as you opend the door. Chelsea spotted you and grabbed the tea while you pulled up you own seat. your mother looked thoughtful for a moment and then smiled like she had an idea.
" I'd like to rent some of your matirial then, for the maximum time if I'm allowed" your mother stated simply and you almost spit your drink out.
"Are you sure you want to do that Madison, I thought you didn't like gummy stuff." Chelsea tried to rationalize.
"That's only because I'm usually worried that i've stepped on my son and I don't see why I shouldn't, I'd like to support my son's buisness" Madison said placing her hands on the table. Chelsea was getting flustered obviosly not having thought of the possiblity your mother would want to use the services she discribed. Chelsea was at a loss for what to say to get you out of the situation.
you decided to step in and say the only thing you could think to keep your mom from discovering the lie. " That's great mom, we were just complaining about a short lul in buisness I'll go get the matirial ready you can talk to Chelsea about the details."
you scurryed out of the room to bang your head on the wall, stupid, stupid, stupid. you couldn't hear them through the door but now your memorys were flooding back, it was never a good time getting stuck on your mother.
-Flash Back-
you had been watching T.V. inosently when your mother had walked into the room without saying a word and plopped down on top of you. she had been wereing a skirt so naturaly you ended up stuck to her undergarments after several hours of televison you had gone with her to bed and on her jog the next morning, after all the pressure and sweat you adhered to her panties so well that you sayed on in the wash. she wore that pair once a week and you always got to go to her yoga class. you had been so stuck that you were a sticker on your mother's panties for two whole months before she saw you.
-End Flash Back-
Chelsea looked grim as she walked into the room with you. " sorry I tried for something less invloved but your mom really wants a gummy '_____' for the week"
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