Before you could reach any good decision, your mother strolled out of the kitchen, still engrossed in reading the newspaper. She hadn’t gotten dressed yet and was still walking around in only a rather revealing, frilly, pink bra and matching panties. Sadly, it was a sight you saw quite commonly. Besides, you had seen her in more…inappropriate ways before…though you didn’t like to dwell on that.
Shannon walked into the living room and towards the couch, chuckling about something funny in the newspaper. A slow sense of dread welled up within you as she drew closer and closer, but not fast enough. It wasn’t until she was towering right above you that you finally let out a piercing scream.
Of course, it was at the exact moment that you screamed that Shannon burst out laughing, finally getting the joke of the comic she had been reading. She plopped down onto the couch, reducing her precious son to nothing more than a smear on her creamy buttocks. She wiggled a bit to get comfortable, grinding her jiggly ass against the couch, and painfully rubbing you back and forth. You were pressed face first against her doughy flesh, flatter than paper.
Stacy glanced up from her phone and frowned upon seeing her mother sitting on the couch.
“Mom. Did Sammy go somewhere?” She inquired.
“I’m not sure.” Shannon shrugged. “I haven’t seen him since the…incident…this morning.”
“That’s weird. Because he was sitting right there.” Stacy pointed to the couch. Shannon set her newspaper down and stood up. She looked down at the couch but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Of course, this was because your paper-thin body had (unfortunately) stuck to her flesh, and was now plastered to her left butt cheek.
Shannon was just about to sit down again, confidant she hadn’t sat on you, when attentive Stacy spotted your hopeless trapped form. She jumped from her seat and peeled you off of your mom’s ass with her fingernail. Shannon yelped with surprise, but immediately blushed upon seeing the crushed form of her son resting in her daughter’s palm.
“I’m so sorry Sammy.” She pouted. “I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to notice you.” She delicately plucked you from Stacy. “However, seeing you has reminded me I need your help with something today. I hope you weren’t busy.”
Not waiting for you to reform, Shannon left the living room and headed upstairs, carrying you into her bedroom. She set you down on her dresser while she changed into a revealing tan blouse and tight tan leggings. Once your body had re-inflated back to normal, she knelt in front of you and smiled.
“Back to normal Samuel? Great! So, like I mentioned earlier, I need you to help me today. It’s super important.” Shannon beamed, and you covered a frown with your hand. You didn’t like how she had squashed you beneath her bubble butt, barely apologized, then forced you to help her. Still, she was your loving (if dangerously airheaded) mother, and you couldn’t say no.
What does Shannon need your help with?
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