This choice: Her hand moves towards one of her breasts... • Go Back... As the ground keeps shaking, you notice that the giant breast to the left is quickly getting closer and closer, and there is less and less space. Fearing the worst, you make a run for the right to climb your mother's left breast, assuming this to be the least dangerous route.
It's a long way to the top and you think it's too late as the other boob keeps closing in. However, looking back, you see that the mass of flesh stopped right at the middle of the cleavage, where you just started. While you hurry upwards, the tit behind you was now going backwards, then forward again, this time stopping a lot closer to you. This repeats itself a third time and your mother's breathing becomes heavier. Then it dawned on you: she's fondling her boob.
This time, the soft mountain stopped at a point which to you was just a few meters away. You were only a little over halfway up. Next time, you thought, you would be crushed for sure. You didn't let that stop you, though, and you ascended as quickly you could. Then it came again. You braced for impact, and the massive, soft flesh pushed you towards the other. This is the end. You were getting crushed by Mom's massive tits...
...
...But suddenly, the boob behind you quickly went backwards. "I live!" you joyously proclaimed. You had just enough air in you that you didn't fall unconscious then. After a few deep breaths, you continued the climb ever closer to the top.
The mammoth mammary pounded you a few more times, but at least you knew you wouldn't die, and you took deep breaths whenever it happened so as to not lose air. Getting mashed between a pair of tits, even if they were your mom's, was actually becoming kind of fun, you are starting to like it.
A few tiny-son-in-a-boob-sandwich moments later, you finally reached the top of Mount Mom. You can finally make out your mom's billboard sized face as well as the other mountain that was still being fondled by a gigantic hand. She was still sleeping, but she said something interesting in her sleep:
"MMMmmmph...Sweetie..."
"What the hell is she dreaming about?" you curiously asked as you kept staring at one your mom's wonderful assets in the distance. Then you turned around to see some sort of pink mound around a large, round pink area. You quickly recognize this to be her nipple. You are standing on the edge of her areola. The rest of her breasts were firm enough to climb on, but here, your hands and feet sink into her flesh. As you walk closer to the nipple, which is already several times your size, it starts to grow, towering over you greatly. Your mother felt it.
"MMMMmmm...Yes, there..."
You have an excellent idea! You could climb her nipple and play around with it, she'll be sure to notice you! Little did you know that this is just the little head taking control over the big head. There must be some safer way to get her attention, right? Something that could make you more noticeable. It's been on your mind for a while now, but you can't quite pin down what it is. Oh wait...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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