Charlotte allowed herself to fantasise for a moment longer about the possibility of her pitiful little cousin becoming a permanent fixture of her mother’s yoga pants. She knew for a fact that Mia was the kind of woman who would wear the same yoga pants over and over again until they were worn down to nothing from countless hours of use, usually only washing them after every second or third workout, and the thought of you suffering through all of that had your cousin fighting to hide her blush. It was a marvellous thought, but she shook it off, refocusing on her original plan to have you serve her mother as a sweat rag, and knowing that her mother would find a way to make things even worse for you somehow. “Your sweat towel is stuck to your butt mum. Make sure to peel if off!”
“Huh?” Taken off-guard by her daughter’s comment, Mia looked over her shoulder and turned on the spot a few times trying to get a good look at her own massive rear, something that only made Charlotte smile more as she watched you bounce around with the quivering mass. Unable to make out her squishy nephew, or much at all for that matter, the blonde reached back to try and feel around for the missing sweat rag, grabbing a cheek in each hand and kneading the doughy flesh in a futile search. “Are you sure about that sweetie? I don’t feel anything.” While your aunt was oblivious, you groaned into her ass, the sound muffled by both your flattened state and the tightness with which you were held against the derriere. Each squeeze of her hands did nothing but push you deeper, the rhythmic motions releasing a fresh wave of sweat to soak deep into your pores.
The redhead had to bite her lip to suppress her laughter, passing it off as a look of concentration as she stared happily at the ceaseless assault upon her defenceless cousin. “Yeah mum, I’m sure. Just hold still for a second and I’ll get it.” Though a little disappointed to see Mia release her cheeks in response, Charlotte took comfort in the fact that it was within her power to make your life hell as she reached forward to retrieve your tortured form. The amount of sweat that almost instantly flowed across her fingers was admittedly a bit disgusting, but she suppressed the urge to pull away in favour of bringing her nails towards you, scratching at her mother’s butt in a way that had the older woman squirming slightly as she finally managing to peel away your edge. The wet slurping sound that followed was nauseating to you both, but Charlotte endured it by focusing on how terrible the whole thing must be for you, her assessment accurate as you felt yourself being stretched out even worse than before as you were sluggishly pulled free inch by agonising inch.
By the time you had finally fully separated you’d been stretched out to almost twice your previous dimensions, and if there had been any hope at all of your features being noticed before such hopes were now a thing of the past. You were happy to be away from Mia’s booty, even if the smell and the sweat of it remained within you, but as your blurred vision looked up at the smirking face of your least-favourite cousin, you knew that your torment was only just beginning. Sure enough the fingers that had freed you moments ago closed in a vice-grip, and your senses distorted in pain as Charlotte gleefully wrung you out, sending a small shower of sweat to the ground while simultaneous pressing a majority of it deeper into your body, well and truly engraining the scent of her aunt’s rear deep within your core. Once she was satisfied that you’d suffered enough you were offered back to Mia, and the next words from the redhead’s mouth chilled you to the bone. “Here you go mum, good as new. It’s a good thing this rag is so durable, cause it looks like you’ve already done a number on it.”
If it was anyone else you may have thought that a comment like that would inspire some mercy, but even if your interactions with them over the years had been quite limited you knew your extended family well enough to know a challenge when you heard one. The three of them, Chloe-included, could be incredibly competitive when they wanted to be, and Charlotte was more or less daring her mother to prove her wrong. As Mia’s deft fingers pulled you from her daughter’s grip you knew you weren’t going to like what was coming, the next words from the mature blonde only confirming your fears. “Hah, this is nothing. If you think it’s bad now you better look away because I’m about to absolutely destroy this thing. I’m sweating so much right now I could take a bath in it.” As she spoke she brought you to her neck, heedless to your attempts to move as she gave you just a small taste of what was to come. Your absorbent body easily removed the thick sheen of sweat along her collar and down her arms, soaking into you and mixing with the still cloying scent of your aunt’s rear.
Not even trying to hide her pleased smirk anymore, Charlotte laughed openly at Mia’s comment, a light blush staining her cheeks at the thought of the hell you were about to endure. For your aunt had definitely not been lying about the state of her body right now, her top and yoga pants alike soaked through with sweat, which continued to run freely from her pores. Ordinarily the redhead would have wandered off to get cleaned up herself after a workout like that, but she wasn’t going to miss a second of this. “Go ahead mum, you’ve earned it. It’s an endurant little thing so I think it will make it.” She crossed her arms at the end and cocked her hip to the side, once again challenging Mia to prove her wrong, and smirking all the wider when the blonde gave her a confident look and slowly raised her left arm, unleashing a wave of stench and revealing the sweaty expanse of her armpit.
The blast of warm air from your aunt’s pit hit you like a shockwave, washing over you completely and suffocating your senses. If you were still capable of the action you would have gagged at the smell, and as your form slowly began to advance towards this latest hell you tried with every ounce of strength left in your body to struggle, to move even the smallest amount. Being recognised for who you were would be ideal, but right now you would give anything just to avoid the fate that lay before you. It wouldn’t be the first time you’d be used to clean a woman’s body, you lived with your mother after all, but while Shannon kept herself in shape, Mia’s propensity to work up a sweat was on a whole other level, and you did not want to find out the taste of her pits if you could avoid it.
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