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"writing": "Warmth...\n\nThat feeling... What is it?\n\nTanner stirred, groaning a bit in his throat as he came to consciousness. Bleary from nap, his mind felt clouded... Full of stuffing. His blurred vision couldn't make out what it was that was on top of him; weighing him down from the waist downwards, but he felt it. \"Hmmh.. What is..\" He mumbled, reaching up to rub his eyes- but his hand bumped something first.\n\nHeavy, soft, round. Feels like fabric. Like sweatpants.\n\nA jolt of realization coursed through Tanner's body. As his vision cleared, he realized it was his mother, dressed in her casual, slowly rubbing the full weight of her ass against his crotch. \"Mm... Mom..!\"\n\n\"Oh, finally up!\" A toss of blond hair and she was looking back at him, her nose twitching in that way that she did when she was up to no good. \"I've been rubbing on you for nearly 5 minutes now, baby...\" She smirks. \"What did I tell you about taking naps on a school night?\" \n\nHe blushed then, feeling his shorts grow tighter and tighter as he watched the hypnotic shape of his mother's clothed behind. \"N... Not s'posed to...\" he mumbled, hands moving up to rub at the sides of her hips. \n\n\"And what happens when you break a rule, baby?\"\n\nHis breath grew heavier, thumbs digging into the fabric of her sweatpants to pull at the cloth... His shorts visibly tenting even in the fading evening light. \"M-Mommy stops my rule breaking...\"\n\n\"And?\"\n\n\"A-And... And...\" He shudders as he begins to ache and throb. \"I don't get to slip inside...\"\n\n\"That's right,\" Brooke huffed, clearly getting a bit worked up herself. Tanner could smell his mom through the soft fabric, and swore he could feel the dampness even though he couldn't see it. He gasped, struggling under her weight, bucking up slightly against her as best as he could, but only succeeding in feeling his muscles quiver in place. \n\nShe chuckled breathily then, rolling her hips against him more pointedly than before, her tail bobbing over his head. \"It's torture for mom, too,\" she admits to him, anchoring herself by holding onto the windowsill. \"I suppose.... I suppose I could let you take it out at least..[center][/center].\"\n\n\n\n",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Warmth...
That feeling... What is it?
Tanner stirred, groaning a bit in his throat as he came to consciousness. Bleary from nap, his mind felt clouded... Full of stuffing. His blurred vision couldn't make out what it was that was on top of him; weighing him down from the waist downwards, but he felt it. "Hmmh.. What is.." He mumbled, reaching up to rub his eyes- but his hand bumped something first.
Heavy, soft, round. Feels like fabric. Like sweatpants.
A jolt of realization coursed through Tanner's body. As his vision cleared, he realized it was his mother, dressed in her casual, slowly rubbing the full weight of her ass against his crotch. "Mm... Mom..!"
"Oh, finally up!" A toss of blond hair and she was looking back at him, her nose twitching in that way that she did when she was up to no good. "I've been rubbing on you for nearly 5 minutes now, baby..." She smirks. "What did I tell you about taking naps on a school night?"
He blushed then, feeling his shorts grow tighter and tighter as he watched the hypnotic shape of his mother's clothed behind. "N... Not s'posed to..." he mumbled, hands moving up to rub at the sides of her hips.
"And what happens when you break a rule, baby?"
His breath grew heavier, thumbs digging into the fabric of her sweatpants to pull at the cloth... His shorts visibly tenting even in the fading evening light. "M-Mommy stops my rule breaking..."
"And?"
"A-And... And..." He shudders as he begins to ache and throb. "I don't get to slip inside..."
"That's right," Brooke huffed, clearly getting a bit worked up herself. Tanner could smell his mom through the soft fabric, and swore he could feel the dampness even though he couldn't see it. He gasped, struggling under her weight, bucking up slightly against her as best as he could, but only succeeding in feeling his muscles quiver in place.
She chuckled breathily then, rolling her hips against him more pointedly than before, her tail bobbing over his head. "It's torture for mom, too," she admits to him, anchoring herself by holding onto the windowsill. "I suppose.... I suppose I could let you take it out at least..."