This choice: Cynthia, calmly sitting on her bed masturbating. • Go Back...Chapter #12Cynthia, calmly sitting on her bed masturbating. by: Unknown "Oh yeah, that's fucking hot! Yeah, lick that bitch!" You heard Cynthia say, her voice as smooth as silk. You turn to see Cynthia sitting on the bed Indian style rubbing what was your dick slowly as she watched some sort of porno on the TV across the room. She took her attention away from the film she was watching briefly just to turn to you, smile, and continue jerking herself off, taunting you by touching herself in places that you couldn't with your super short limbs.
"Cynthia!" You shout, attempting to climb up onto her bed with your stubby limbs. You clawed and scampered, slowly lifting yourself up while simultaneously getting hotter at the soft linens rubbing your titties, pussy, and stumps.
Cynthia used her free hand and shoved you onto the floor with ease, barely having to exert any force. "Go away dear, Mommy is trying to have some alone time." She teasingly stated, looking only at the TV.
"This isn't funny!" You said, trying to get up off of your back but finding it very difficult in your current state. "You can't just get me all hot and bothered like this and just leave me! That's sick, that's fucked up!" You shout, rolling over. You clumsily rise to your leg stumps, your enormous boobs making balancing rather difficult.
Cynthia laughs "Yeah, and stealing my body parts without asking is totally okay, right? Just doing whatever the hell you feel like whenever the hell you feel like doing it."
You couldn't think of a rebuttal to that, it had been a pretty rotten thing to do to your step mother. You climbed up onto bed, the soft fabric rubbing against your still heavily aroused and totally naked body in all the right and wrong ways. Cynthia didn't shove you off of the bed this time, but continued to jerk off. "Look Cynthia, I-" you try and get close to her, moving on all four stump, but she shoves you back. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I let my libido get the better of me, and I'm sorry I used you. I am."
Cynthia sighed, then turned away from the porn (but continued her self pleasuring). "Do you actually mean that?"
"Yes. I was wrong, and I'll try my hardest to make sure it doesn't happen again." You lie on your rump with your legs spread out as widely as you could without toppling over, and with some difficulty bringing your stumps together above your breasts in a mock begging pose. "Now please, let me get off! I'm dying here!" You plead.
Cynthia gets to her knees and turns to you, smiling. You tried to maintain eye contact, but kept glancing down at the dick she was playing with, the dick you unashamedly wanted, the dick you practically needed to relieve all of this pent up pressure, your dick. Your standards were totally gone, you just needed orgasm. "Oh Eric, I accept your apology. I'll help you get off."
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