Treading water alone in the middle of the wave pool, you were having a hard time deciding which direction to start swimming in. While you knew firsthand what Shannon could do unintentionally to you, especially when she was in a tough situation, ultimately you decided that it would be too dangerous to risk heading towards your sister or the group of strangers nearby. With your mind made up you quickly began to swim back towards your mother, still struggling with the strings of her bikini. She was holding it up so that she was no longer completely naked, but as soon as she let go the whole thing would fall apart once again. In your head as long as you could communicate the fact that you could tie her thong back together for her then everything would be fine. As usual though, fate seemed to have other plans in store for you.
Shannon, meanwhile, was freaking out at the situation she had found herself in. She cursed the cheap bikinis that seemed to snap so commonly when she wore them, but in reality they weren't cheap at all, simply way too small for her goddess-like body. Holding the scraps of her thong together she spun around, praying to get some sort of inspiration that would fix this problem for her. Just then, she turned and saw no more than a foot away from her her tiny son treading water before her. She gasped, having immediately forgotten about you entirely with the stress of her swimsuit breaking, but quickly her face lit up into a big smile as the gears in her head began to turn. Reaching down quickly into the water you felt her massive hand scoop you up towards her face. You opened your mouth to try to speak, but Shannon immediately talked over you with her much louder voice,
"Oh Sammy you don't know how happy I am to see you!" You gulped, knowing immediately that she there was a deeper meaning behind those words other than pure joy in seeing her son. She then lowered her voice to a whisper before continuing, "Okay, I'm in a little bit of a bind here, and I hate to ask you this but I really need you to help me fix it." Shannon motioned her head towards her massive ass where her other hand was struggling to hold her swimsuit together. You used this brief respite in her talking to try to respond,
"That's what I was coming over here to tell you! I think I can help you fix..."
"Oh thank you so much Sammy!" Shannon exclaimed with joy the second she heard you would help her out, not even giving you enough time to finish your sentence and tell her just exactly how you could have helped her. She immediately brought you around to her backside, holding you right next to the top of her ass crack where the strings of her thong met. Peeking over her shoulder she looked down at, almost struggling to even see you compared to the mass of jiggly flesh that was beneath you. She had to assume she was holding you in the right spot as she directed you further.
"Okay Sammy, can you pretty please just hold both ends of my bikini together for a little bit? I don't know how it possibly happened but this one broke again and I can't just spend the whole day holding my swimsuit up, that would be exhausting!" Your eyes went wide at Shannon's stupidity, if using a few fingers to hold her thong together was exhausting for her then it would be soul-crushing for you to attempt! You attempted to interject once again but Shannon unconsciously moved you even closer to her skin and her thong strings, squashing you slightly to them already. Instantly she let both of her hands go, assuming that you had already gotten a grip on her bikini! You saw the strings begin to pull away from each other and panicked, grabbing both strings with your hands out. As stupid as this situation was, you still cared too much about your mom to let her get embarrassed yet again by her thong falling apart. Shannon stared back over her shoulder and saw you dutifully holding her swimsuit together, smiling gratefully at her how helpful you were being before speaking up,
"Thank you thank you, Sammy! I don't know what I would do without you! Just hold on there for a bit while I figure out a more permanent fix!" Shannon's tone of voice indicated a level of genuine appreciation that almost made you forgive how airheaded she was being at the moment. However, deep down below at the top entrance to Shannon's crack you were struggling so valiantly with your new task that you couldn't even respond, focusing all of your strength on holding onto these two strings.
Shannon sighed contently, knowing now that her thong wouldn't cause her any more problems thanks to her wonderful son. She took a step, getting back to enjoying the lovely small waves lapping against her thighs. Little did she know the absolute torture she was putting you through.
From any outsider's perspective you looked like nothing more than a strange yet intricate clasp, designed to hold your mother's bikini together. After all, nobody in there right mind would assume you were a real person fighting against the power of Shannon's ass. As your mother took her first step after placing you in this situation you felt the tension pulling on your arms increase exponentially. Shannon's cavernous rump had a terrible habit of utterly consuming whatever article of clothing she was wearing with each and every step, and this situation was no different. Every light saunter for her sucked the string that was between her cheeks deeper and deeper in, and along with it your body. You first felt your arm sink between the buns, then the bottoms of your legs followed. The skin in her crack was unnecessarily moist already, something you wished in your heart was due to the water but based on the all-too-familiar smell you knew was her butt sweat. Her steps continued on and your body sank deeper and deeper, now up to your chest with only your head and shoulder poking out of the top of her ass crack. You sobbed mentally, as now the rhythmic motion of her walking had begun to grind most of your body effortlessly between her cheeks. On the plus side, this squashing cemented your hand onto the thong string so you wouldn't have to worry about losing grip on that one at least, but on the negative side was literally everything else about this situation. A mere few steps later it seemed like your time in the real world had come to its inevitable end as your head sunk finally between her buns and your world became sweat and darkness. At this point you prayed even that Shannon would just get in the water so she could rinse out this disgusting butt sweat, but you knew your fate was entirely out of your hands and in your mom's ass.
Shannon was feeling much better about the whole day, assuming that you didn't mind this small favor too much for her or else you wouldn't have offered to help. Looking around at the park she had to decide what her next course of action would be though...
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