"I'll go with him" your mother says, as she gives you a little smile like a girl flirting at you from across a room. You shrug, figuring the hard choice has been made for you as you both head off deeper into the island.
As you make your way into the forest you both make passing glances at each other like it's some kind of first date. You chalk it up to nervousness about the dire situation you're both in, so you try to start a conversation. "OH, hey, I think I see bananas up in that tree! Let's try to get a bunch!" The two of you get up close to the tree, look up at the banana's sitting about 12 feet above your heads then look back at each other. "Well neither of us are climbing this tree, oh I know! Help me up, and if I stand on your shoulders I should be able to reach them." Impressed with your mother's quick thinking, you squat down, letting her get onto your shoulders. You then both slowly stand up. You hear your mother strain a bit and feel the increased pressure from her now standing on the tips of her toes.
"Almost got it?" You say as you look up and accidentally get a clear view up your mother's flowing skirt. You feel yourself get instantly hard at the sight. Embarrassed, you quickly look down, but your movement is so quick that your mother loses balance. She falls on you as you fall to the ground, your mother ending up sitting on your lap, her skirt fanned out as she no doubt feels the bulge in your pants pressing against her. |