Having no other reasonable option, you began to climb up your mother's panties. You figured you would be able to squeeze up through a small carack between her back and the panties, but you weren't sure. It was worth a shot at least. You began to hook your hands around any handhold you could get on the smooth surface of the underwear, and up towards where your exit would be. It was starting to smell very bad in your prison, due to the sweaty stench floating off from the deep of your mom's butt crack. You started to sweat yourself, and your vision started to become hazy. The putrid smell of ass was getting to your head, and you struggled to keep climbing. You eventually reached her back, and tried to open up a hole to crawl out, but slipped, and started to fall. You flailed for anything to grab onto, but your soaked hands slipped on her smooth skin. You tumbled back down her panties, and rolled back closer to her butt cheeks. You slowly got up again, and started to walk, but tripped. Some of her butt hair had wrapped around your leg, and kept you from moving. You tried to pull forward, but her hairs sprung back, and you fell back onto her left cheek. Her wet flesh began to morph around you, and her hairs held you in place. Sweat dripped down from her skin, splashing down onto you. You softly sobbed, strung up against your mother's ass cheek by her butt hairs.
An hour later, your mom finally stood up from her chair. You were awoken rudely by her right butt cheek smacking into you, as she stood up and began walking. Her butt jiggled around, as her cheeks rubbed your body around, plastering you to her sticky flesh. The smell was even worse now that you were covered in her wetness. She walked back up to her room, and feeling the need to go outside, started to change into a different outfit. She shimmed out of her jeans, wiggling you up and down her ass flesh. Her hairs tickled your flattened body, and you felt yourself being grossly turned on. When she stepped out of her panties, her now free ass cheeks bounced apart, giving you a moment in the fresh air, before they smashed mercilessly back together again. They mashed you once again, squeezing you tight on either side by a wall of hot skin, before they spread apart. They smashed again once more, and this process repeat over several times, your mom paying her jiggly ass no attention. She just let out a sigh, and continued to walk around her room nude, looking for an outfit. When she bent down to open a drawer, her ass opened slightly, letting light into the abyss of her crack, before the light was shut out once more by her butt. She paused and slowly, lazily reached a hand back to itch her butt.
You saw her ass cheeks spread apart, as on hand held back the titan walls of death. Your body was forced back with her left cheek, and your flat body was still stuck. She reached her other hand back and began to scratch at her ass. Her large fingers itched all over her skin, but when she reached her left cheek, her fingernails dug under your skin, and ripped you free of her hairs as she scratched. You floated down to the ground, but your beaten and wet body couldn't reform in time. Your mom casually looked down, and spotted you on the floor. She cocked her head to the side, obviously not recognizing your deformed, soaked body.
"Weird." She said. "I don't usually leave my pads on the floor. Huh." She reached down and picked you up, carrying you over to her desk. She opened up her bag of pads, and carelessly tossed you in. You slipped under the other pads, and their weight kept you from reforming. Your mom finished getting dressed, and left the room. You stayed in the bag for anoer hour or so, until your heard footsteps, and a your mom's voice saying, "they're right on my desk sweetie! I'll buy you some tomorrow, but you can use mine!" Just then, Claire opened up your mom's bedroom door, and walked in. She headed over to the bag of pads, and you knew what was happening.
"Ugh." Claire sighed absentmindedly. "Stupid periods." She stripped out of her clothes, and stood naked in front of the desk. She reached a hand into the bag of pads...
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