This choice: The First Step in Becoming a Tattoo • Go Back...Chapter #8Pro's and Con's of Being an Ass Tattoo by: Unknown As every agonizing second was filled with the excruciating experience of being thrown about wildly in Deborah's bouncy rear, what little thoughts you could piece together were composed of praying you could just stick your tiny form onto one of the sweaty mounds of flesh. Sure it wouldn't be that much better, still being trapped, relentlessly squeezed, and assaulted by waves of muggy sweat, but the seemingly unstoppable slippage into the dark depths of doom within your clueless mother's ass would at least be stopped. Your fate of being potentially lost until the end of time as nothing more than a minuscule addition to the supple skin that lay at the deepest reaches of Deborah's colossal booty flashed through your mind, and you cried out desperately for life to throw you a bone for once and just stop your descent, with no knowledge on just how close you might be to that fate already.
After another torturous few minutes, Deborah was still pedaling away in the world above you, pleasantly humming along to the intensely energetic pop that blared through her earbuds. She couldn't help but match the tempo, an old favorite tactic of hers for many years, forced to keep up with the rapidly blasting melody but earnestly smiling as she savored every second of it. Even mumbling the lyrics, albeit awfully, Deborah didn't pay the outside world any real mind as she tried to distract herself from the intense burn she was working up over her curvy thighs and through her pounding glutes.
A duo of salty droplets drizzled off the dark-haired mother's chin, landing with a silent plop amongst the expanse of her bouncing cleavage. Muttering words of motivation to herself, Deborah resolved to finish strong. It was a pleasant change of pace to get away from the home gym for a change, the seat on her exercise bike at home seemed to just about get swallowed up by her wide backside, and while this one didn't fare much better in that respect, for some reason she felt it was just a bit more comfy. Especially so as she settled into her workout, figuring the seat must've broken in or something.
An alternative reason Deborah was enjoying the gym change was one she would never willingly admit, not without blushing ludicrously in embarrassment, but the rather stuffy home gym had gotten a bit, well, smelly as of late. She had never really focused on cleaning it that much, and for some reason the distinct scent of her sweat hung in the air as of late. She couldn't exactly trace when or why the change, although it seemed to have started a couple months after her little Anthony had moved out. Shrugging and missing the obvious connection, your endless and unfortunate magnetic attraction to her sweaty workout routines, Deborah instead suddenly remembered she was at that very son's apartment complex. Her expression sank for a moment, recalling how she'd gotten no answer at your front door, but her mood returned as she saw Katherine giving her a friendly wave before giggling wildly.
Your mother merely rolled her eyes at her silly daughter, not noticing anything in the slightest was suspicious in her cheerful demeanor. She was just happy to have her along, after all it wasn't every day that she got to workout with one of her beloved kids! It was so nice to be able to bond over a blissful, albeit intense, workout, something she'd always wanted from either of her daughters but never had much luck. At least Anthony was a good sport, she noted internally, reminiscing on the dozens of times Katherine had told her you'd love to join in, albeit too shy to ask yourself. Heehee, what a silly kid!
Totally clueless how she was actually working out with two of her children, not one, Deborah simply pedaled on. Whether she knew or not, unless something changed it was more than likely she'd be getting the much adored mother-child workout experience with every single workout she engaged in from this day forward, and it wasn't Katherine or Sarah who'd be joining her.
With renewed passion filled with nothing but love and caring for her kids, Deborah pushed herself even harder, not wanting to appear like a stick in the mud in front of her daughter, even if she was just lounging around on the yoga mats playing on her phone at this point. With a particularly intense push with her left foot, Deborah's glute flexed strongly, crushing you against it's twin cheek with a newfound pressure. You winced painfully under the crushing embrace, the wet and warm flesh overwhelming each side of you and smearing together as if you didn't even exist.
As the cheek parted, only for a fraction of a second, you thanked the heavens it seemed you'd finally caught onto the smooth flesh of Deborah's ass. You only held that gratitude for a second though as the right cheek came back just as quickly, slamming into you all over again and slapping you across it's wet, slimy surface.
With this new round of suffering under way, you couldn't help but second guess your previous wishes. Maybe, just maybe, if you'd slipped deep enough you would've collided with some skin of Deborah's that was particularly sensitive enough to feel your disturbance. In your current position, it would take a miracle for Deborah to feel your tiny squashed form, a mere speck on the boundless pale pastures of silky smooth booty. As Deborah happily hummed on, you sobbed pitifully as you were left in the endless loop of clapping ass flesh, smearing a fresh, never ending supply of salty sweat into your body while you chocked inside the swampy prison hidden beneath your mother's overly stretched compression shorts.
"Ahhh! What a warmup!" Deb cheerily called aloud, hopping off the bike to prance on over to her daughter. She confidently propped her hands on her hips before rocking in place.
Katherine looked her mom up and down before releasing a stifled giggle, "Really, that was your warmup? You're soaked!"
Deborah gasped in mock offense, knowing her daughter certainly wasn't exaggerating. "Well excuse me for getting my sweat on and staying in shape! We can't all stay in shape just doing some stretching and calling it a day!" Katherine echoed that same offense, somewhat proud her mom could throw some confident quips back at her.
Before she could retort however, a robotic voice blared out from Katherine's phone: "Hey Deb! Feel anything weird under your butt during that bike ride!?"
Deborah was taken aback by the random intrusion, "Wait, you're streaming right now, sweetie? Oh gosh, tell me next time!" Deborah raised an eyebrow and cocked her head, "But what did they just say? Something about...my butt?", turning and glancing over her shoulder at her bountiful booty before giving it a little shake.
Katherine pressed her index finger to her lips, shushing her chat and discouraging any more donations like that in the future while her mom was distracted. That damn user must've placed a bet on something like thirty minutes for Deborah to find you, and was willing to sabotage this however they could to earn that time with Katherine...and you. Sure she loved the support...but keeping you down there was income for months to come!
"I hope you had a good workout Ms. Little! Not too sweaty, was it??" The same robotic voice echoed out, this time prompting an enthusiastic thumbs up from Katherine.
Deborah laughed at that one, "Hahaha! Your chat calls me, Ms. Little? That's so polite!" Katherine rolled her eyes before Deborah lowered herself to be staring right into the camera. With Katherine seated on the floor and Deborah standing, Deb had to really bend over and seemed to obliviously be giving the chat an eyeful of wobbling cleavage. "Well since you asked so nicely, it was a good workout! Unfortunately as my daughter said I do sweat quite a bit," Deborah showed off her drenched tank top, now noticeably blotched darker in many spots before spinning around, her humongous ass now where her face was a moment prior and consuming the entire view of the camera. "Can they see that, sweetie? God I'm dripping aren't I, this is kinda embarrassing actually!" Deborah noted, forever clueless as to her stunning sex appeal and the absolute show she was giving the thirsty chat.
Restraining her laughter with the utmost vigor, Katherine replied, "Uh-huh, they see it, Mom!" Reading along as a few members of the chat conspiracizing they could make out a faint outline of you along the prestigious butt if they'd only turn up their resolutions.
"Oh, great!" Deborah cheerily remarked before plopping herself on the ground next to her daughter, absolutely decimating you into mere paste from the powerful impact. "So, what's next, sweetie?"
Katherine sat and mused for a moment before turning her attention to the chat. "I don't know, Mom. Anything you guys want us to do?" Katherine asked in mock innocence. Deborah tilted her head in true naive innocence as well, waiting patiently for whatever her daughter and her chat decided.
Ultimately, they seemed to decide
1) "Keep working out!!" The chat is hungry for more Deborah workout content, hoping to get some better angles on you as she trains. With donations suggesting exercises, Katherine just has to pray no one tips her Mom off with any more blatant text-to-speech messages.
2) "Story Time!!" The chat demands Deborah tell some stories involving you, cheering for some funnier ones with you getting into rather unfortunate accidents. With this being practically being Deborah's favorite subject for nonstop laughs, she's happy to kill some time telling chat all about the time you...(Writer's Choice)   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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