Jack heard a clicking noise and looked over to the door. It opened, revealing none other than Jack's mom, Carey. "Mom? What's she doing in here?" Jack asked himself. She sighed and walked over to the bed, setting something down on the nightstand next to it. "Oh, Izzy. It's always one thing or another with you". Jack ran over to the edge of the bed and called out to her. "Mom! Mom, down here! It's Jack, I need help!". Carey turned around without hearing him, though. Jack sighed. Just then, he noticed her rear end was coming to him, instead of away. "Oh crap, she's sitting down!" Jack cried out. He raced away to his left, narrowly avoiding being sat on by his own mother. "Mom, what the hell? Couldn't you see me?". Carey again didn't take notice to her son. "Sometimes, these children can be such a hassle" she spoke.
"For god's sake, I'll just have to get her attention from on her," Jack grumbled to himself. He moved over to his mom and began climbing her thigh. The fabric of her jeans were nice enough to allow easy climbing, so Jack made it on top in no time. "Mom!" Jack called out, "Mom! Down here, can you hear me?". Carey shook her head and blinked a few times. "Wait, did one of the kids just call me?". Carey looked around the room. "Argh! Look down! On your thigh!".
Carey shrugged. "Huh, it must have been my imagination. Well, I should get back to dinner". Jack lost his balance as his mom stood up. He quickly grabbed on to the waistband of her jeans and held on for dear life. "Dammit! Stop moving!". But Carey kept walking, still unaware of her small son clinging on to her jeans. Jack glanced back for a moment and noticed she was getting to the stairs to go down. "Oh no, I'll fall off for sure, there will be too much bounce for me to hang on". He looked back forward at his mom's waist and shuddered. "God, this is going to be terrible. But I'll fall off otherwise. But.. ah, screw it". Jack pulled back the jeans waistband and hoisted himself inside. When his chest was just under the top of the waistband, Jack released and it slapped him into Carey's thigh. Jack shivered.
"Ugh, this is so weird," he said. "Any lower, and I'd be traveling to the depths of hell". Jack remained steady as his mom paced down the stairs and to the kitchen. When she got to her destination, she grabbed a plate of food, then sat down at the table, the crease of her leg now pressing Jack into her stomach. It was a bit of an awkward position, but Jack got himself out of the nook of her jeans and dusted himself off. "I really hope I'll never have to go through that again," Jack cringed. Now the circumstances were in his favor to get his mom's attention, though.
What does Jack decide to do?
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