Your mom leaned back, mercilessly pressing you deeper still into the depths of the mattress under her prodigious rear. You could hear the springs creaking beneath its surface in protest and winced as the soft yet firm flesh of her butt molded around you. Her bottom cut you off from the rest of the world, leaving you with only the stale acrid air from her last fart for you to breathe. You gasped for clean air as you could feel the ceiling of doughy fat and cotton above you moisten-- how long was your mom planning on sitting on you?!
Deciding break time was over, your giantess of a mother suddenly got up, prying her rear from the mattress. Your eyes widened as you felt yourself being yanked up with the sudden motion, leaving you to watch the mattress below get further and further away. It took only a moment to realize the fraying fabric material from her panties had ensnared you and dragged you up with it..! Your mom's globular buttcheeks smacked into you from either side and suddenly began to smear and smother against you threateningly as your living prison took a step forward.
Your mom crossed the bedroom to her dresser and tossed on her nightgown. Then she turned back to her bed, ready to start folding laundry. As the massive woman moved, her cheeks spread and churned about you rhythmically, impulsively you drawing the moist panties you were tangled in deep within her asscrack, You tried to scream and alert your mom to your predicament, but one of the laces were tight around your neck, threatening to strangle you. You were essentially helpless you watch as the light from the outside world faded away as the damp walls from her asscheeks rose further and further up around you.
You could hear another brief gurgling sound and grimaced as a rush of foul gas came silently rushing past you out of the sweaty hovel you found yourself trapped in,
Your mom yawned as she approached the laundry pile. Feeling her panties forming a wedgie in her butt, she reached back and yanked them out. Then, turning on the television, she prepared to sit down and fold some laundry.
Good news, when your mom's tree trunk-like fingers reached in and snatched the panties backwards, the fraying part of the lace that had ensnared you snapped, causing a hole in her underwear.
Bad news, when the material snapped you were sent tumbling--
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