Standing proudly after completing their intense workout, all you could do was stare up at your two titaness captors as they continued to pant and drip sweat down their admittedly gorgeous bodies. You of course, laid helplessly at Mia's dirty feet, beaten and worn from her hot yoga and soaked in the scent of her ass and soles. While you were glad this portion of torture was over, you still felt a sense of impending doom seeing as the only person who knew you were a living yoga mat was your sadistic cousin Charlotte. Almost on cue, your impending doom came to fruition as you felt the ground shake beneath you in a rhythm you knew all too well. Bounding through the door came your very own mother, clad in a skimpy sports bra and spandex shorts that looked as taxed as you were. Her hair in a ponytail and her old running sneakers on, you knew this was her jogging outfit. Beads of sweat rolled down her curvy body, and a dark imprint stained the crack of her ass so you figured she must have just finished her exhausting run.
"Hey sis-" your mom stopped and coughed as she entered the room. "Oh my god, you two have really been training in here huh? I feel like I just walked into the Amazon rain forest it's so humid!" Charlotte stifled a giggle while Mia's face went red with embarrassment before interjecting, "We were doing hot yoga, Shan! You know it's my favorite even though I release a little extra sweat. But we had to do it to try out your fancy yoga mat! It was truly incredible, where did you purchase such a thing? I'd love to have one at my studio otherwise I'll be back here at your place all the time to get my sweat on!" Mia continued lamenting on about all the amazing functions the mat had, even demonstrating the 'washing station' once again scraping the dirty soles of her feet across your tongue blissfully wiping a fresh sheen on sweat onto you. Your mother simply cocked her head to the side in confusion as she looked down at you. You prayed your mother would connect the dots and save you from your oblivious aunt who was set on using you as her little cleaning tool during her workouts for years to come. "I never bought any special kind of yoga mat..." The gears seemed to be turning in your mom's head as Charlotte looked on nervously, worried your mom would uncoil her entire plot. You finally had an ounce of hope as your mother clearly had never seen a mat like this! "Sammy must have gotten it for me as a gift since he knows first hand how sweaty we girls get! He always ends up magnetically attracted to my ass so he must want it at least clean when fate brings us together!" You mother smacked her own ass in laughter and all your hope vanished. You whimpered below at the irony of the situation as Charlotte bit her lip in enjoyment at watching her mom and Shannon continuously make the worst decisions for you, albeit obliviously.
"In that case, I'll just have to ask Sammy, himself! Come on, Charlotte lets go try and find that little guy. He's probably studying around here somewhere!" You wanted to cry out for help as you watched the girls leave the room, leaving you with your mother, but your silent pleas of course went unheard. Looking back up, you saw the gorgeous smile of your mother grinning with excitement. After hearing Mia's testimonial, your mother was eager to try out all your "features". Peeling off her shoes, your mother let each one topple to the ground by your head. You could actually feel the heat radiating from the depths of the old sneaker, soon to be joined by the stench. Sighing in relief at getting her sneakers off, your mom soon plopped her socked feet onto your body. You knew your mom always wore black socks and today was no different; her excuse was always that she wanted to notice your tan body if she ever accidentally stepped on you. However you knew firsthand the reality was she wanted the ability to wear the same socks many times before anyone noticed they were dirty. Of course this only applied to people of normal stature, at your height the smell of your mom's worn socks was always the first thing you noticed as she'd walk past you on the ground. Feeling her sweaty socks squelch against your body, your mom stifled a giggle, glad no one was around to witness her soaked socks. You however, were not laughing as you felt your mothers perspiration seep out onto you, your mothers dirty foot stench mingling with the lingering odor of your aunt's sweaty ass.
"I really don't know how those girls could bear the heat of this room, I just want to stretch not die of heat exhaustion!" You watched in horror as your mom, instead of simply turning the heat down, began stripping out of her workout clothes! "It's a good thing Mia went to occupy Sammy, I wouldn't want the one boy in the house to walk in on this!" Your mom laughed as she stripped off her socks, sports bra, and shorts, reducing her clothing to only a skimpy thong. Sweat now flowed freely attempting to cool her massive voluptuous body, no longer sticking to your mom's clothes and Shannon instantly took notice. "Oh geez, now here all the sweat comes. Wait, what was it that Mia said this mat was good for?" You gulped as you saw your mom tap her chin in thought and of course the light bulb soon flicked on. Beaming down at you, your mom wasted no time before she unceremoniously dropped her full weight down onto you. Of course the lump that was your tongue immediately became nestled between your mom's sopping ass cheeks.Your whole world went dark as you felt yourself jammed on both sides, doomed to just lick away at the insides of your mom's crack and the cloth of her thong. Grinding away, your mom began a butterfly stretch, however mostly focusing on placing as much weight on her cheeks as possible as she wanted every last drop of sweat to get cleaned by this "tool".Your mother moaning in delight, you cursed fate for always bringing you back between the cheeks of your own damn mother. You couldn't take the humiliation any longer and began fighting with renewed vigor to alert your mother you were trapped as her yoga mat! Your intense vibration spooked your mother who shot up onto her heels before glancing down at you with her signature perplexed look. "Oh my..."
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