Suddenly, you hear the door to the laundry room swing open. For some reason, it hadn't yet fully occurred to you that, if you were to do nothing, you might end up in the wash cycle along with her clothes... and that would be absolute hell.
In a new-found sort of determination, you began to struggle and push your way through your moms dirty clothes, being tossed around from the cup of a bra to the crotch of a pair of panties, back to the strap of a bra before you abruptly felt yourself falling through the air.
"Haha!! I'm free!!" you thought to yourself, happy to avoid being tossed in the washing machine with the rest of her garments.
Though the cold reality finally sank in as you realized that you were still in danger. In fact, you were descending FAST, and if you didn't end up in a safe landing space... well... you could end up just a stain on the tiled floor.
Luckily, like a gift from the heavens, your mom turned her body to open the washer and her massive breasts now hung right below you, like a hilly desert expanse. And as grateful as you were for the cushy landing you were about to receive, you did not enjoy the idea of being stuck between your mom's enormous tits. Or did you? I mean... the v-neck shape right beneath you exposing the bare tops of her bosom was pretty inviting... and all the times you've had to just stare at her in annoyance as she cupped her breasts in her hands to tease you for staring... if you could just get to touch them... for once... maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
Any further thoughts were cancelled as you finally felt your tiny body slipping between your mom's DD's, your dick instantly going hard feeling the way that her boobs mushed tightly around every inch of your body. You sank in just far enough to only leave your head exposed, and, thank god for that, as if you sank any farther you'd no doubt have ended up suffocating in the quicksand like substance of your mother's boob flesh. "Though... what a way to die that would be..." you thought to yourself, harder than you've ever been.
But maybe that death wouldn't just be a distant thought in your head...
"Huh?" your mom said, feeling a strange sensation in her cleavage all of a sudden. Instead of looking down to see what the feeling could be coming from, she simply shook her torso up and down, as if she were trying to jump without releasing her feet from the ground.
Meanwhile, you, being felt by your mother, suddenly felt as the massive tits around you began to jiggle up and down incredibly harshly. The once sexy, sweet, comfy embrace you felt in your position was quickly turned into terrifying immense pressure from all sides, causing you to begin to sink. "Wait!! No, mom please I'm here I'm- mmmff!!!" you were interrupted as literal tons of boob flesh smooshed into your face, preventing you from speaking or even breathing. You sunk deeper and deeper to parts of her cleavage that were so tightly pressed together that sweat had begun to form in between them- right where you were. Soon your body was covered in a thick layer of salty boob sweat and the crushing weight of your mom's hooters.
Finally, the intense movement stopped as your mom felt like she "scratched the itch" on her boobs enough to no longer feel it. But, still being trapped deep into her massive cleavage, hardly able to breathe, you knew you had to take action fast if you wanted to get out of here. It was either UP. Or DOWN.
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