Jeff remained squashed inside of his mother’s bra cup as she walked around the house, doing chores. Too mortified to speak and too terrified of what his mom would say or do if she found out it was him and not a very realistic sex toy, Jeff kept mum.
His mom walked all over the house for what felt like an enternity, her soft tit flesh enveloping around Jeff like a comfortable, warm, soft, smooth, coconut-scented-lotion-covered blanket. Jeff, even though he loved breasrscas much as the next guy, felt very flaccid and unaroused being pinned by his moms baps, causing him to shrink back down into a more flaccid state. His mother didn’t seem to notice or feel this, as she continued moving around and working without delay.
Jeff’s mom loading dirty clothes into the dryer, put dishes in the dishwasher, made his brother Kyle’s bed, and several other tasks that left her sweaty and warm from work. Droplets of perspiration found their way under her bra, and Jeff was soon slathered in the salty, hot bodily fluids of his blissfully unaware mother. Whispering softly, Jeff began to feel very uncomfortable and overheated in his current position, and his newly acquired, full-body foreskin (which he, as a circumcised boy in his human form, was not entirely familiar with) made him feel like he was wearing layers of sweaters in a sauna.