John awoke when he felt his bed (it felt scratchier than normal) shift underneath him. He groggily started to get up, only to find that his leg was caught in the... rope? What the hell?
The realization that he was not where he was supposed to be and worse, that his leg was entangled in some patch of overgrown grass, made his brain jump from asleep to alert in just a few seconds. The surface moved beneath him, and he heard a thunderous groan from behind him, vibrating through the ground. A... tired groan? Comprehension, having been delayed a few moments by a combination of tiredness and the impossibility of it all, was quick: he was stuck in the pubic hair of his now gigantic aunt Cathy. Or rather, as bizarre ideas urgently pounded through his brain like they were ordinary thoughts, he was shrunken and stuck in the pubic hair of his merely relatively gigantic aunt.
His very first instinct was, understandably if not entirely logically, to think about how incredibly inappropriate his current position was. He was right above a relative's vagina! In trying, to get out of this predicament, however, he ended tugging erratically and hopelessly on the coarse hairs that had ensnared him. And, unfortunately for him, the sensation he was providing his aunt was pulling her out of her sleep.
It was right before 6 AM, and she would've been woken up by almost anything. Even though it was Sunday (and Mother's Day, to boot!), Cathy didn't like sleeping in because it messed with her sleep schedule. When she felt some unusual tingles through her lightening slumber, she let loose a resigned moan and limply lifted an arm to check and preemptively disarm her alarm clock: it two minutes before six. As she slowly woke up, she noticed that the feeling just above her crotch was still going steady. Her eyes focused downward, the light from her bedside lamp clearly illuminating a tiny figure struggling to free himself from her patch. He was so preoccupied with his trouble that he didn't notice the hand floating above him until it had plucked him up and pulled him out of her hair with no trouble at all. Once she brought him to dangle over her face, she got a better look at him.
"Johnny, is that you?"
"Aunt Cathy, what's going on?!"
He wasn't visibly panicking, but his tone, cracking strongly from the fact that he was at the peak of adolescence, betrayed his shock and fear. Cathy, on the other hand, was letting her baser self get the better of her, and the smirk growing on her face worried John.
"Well, if I had to guess, I think your cousin Melanie decided to use her science fair project to get her mom a wonderful Mother's Day gift."
"G... gif... gift?"
"Uh huh. She probably figured that, ever since your mom passed, you'd need some maternal figure to honor today, and I'm the closest you have. So I guess you're going to take care of me today."
"Take care of? I don... I don't understand."
"Well, not just today, either. But I mean that I have needs that you're going to fulfill, or more simply, just fill. Don't worry; I'll take care of you, too. You don't have to worry about anything anymore except taking care of me."
She lowered him quickly back down to her crotch. This time, however, he was placed further down and on top of her labia. She rubbed him against herself, and slowly but surely he began to slip inside her pussy. His little squirms, while objectively insignificant, felt spectacular.
"Mmmmmmm. I'll keep you warm and safe, John. You just have to make me feel good. OH, oh, ohhhhhhh... We take care of each other. You know, that's sort of what Mother's Day is all about."
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