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In the distance across the meadow she caught sight of wisps of smoke from a bonfire. Vicky urged the horse from a canter to a gallop, moving up and down in the saddle with the horse’s gait.



It was sunny, as it had been every day for weeks, and the fields were brown from lack of rain. Only a fool would risk starting a fire, and this was her local area.



She wore a light blouse because of the heat, her favourite tight white jodhpurs and a sensible protective riding cap. Her ponytail swished to and fro in the light breeze as she rode fast towards the offending smoke.



As she neared the edge of the forest she saw two youths about her age sitting around the fire cooking something. She slowed Lady to a trot, finally stopping just short of the lads and dismounted. The horse took the opportunity to start munching the sparse green grass.



Walking over she said: ‘You’re not supposed to be making fires, you know.’



The youths looked up disinterested, still holding their sticks with impaled sausages over a small fire. They held a can of lager in their other hands.



‘What’s it to do with you?’ sneered the redheaded one.



‘Yeah, bugger off fat arse,’ his blond mate joined in.



Vicky wasn’t in the least fazed by their rudeness. She took after her mother in that her waist was wasp-like; she had pert breasts and her bottom, although firm and very large, protruded significantly. She was proud of her backside.



‘If you’re not careful you could start a fire,’ Vicky persisted.



‘I don’t give a shit,’ Redhead said, not even looking up.



‘If you don’t bugger off we’ll cook your big arse too,’ offered Blondie.



‘Yeah, a nice bit of rump steak,’ Redhead sneered.



They both laughed at that.



Her green eyes ablaze and sticking her nose in the air, Vicky turned on her heels and walked away, her bulbous buttocks jauntily swaying. She was fuming but the only course of action was to report the incident.



‘She looks like she’s got a carrot stuck up her arse,’ Redhead scoffed.



‘Or a turnip, the other one quipped and they both enjoyed the joke, rocking with mirth. They were both laughing as she remounted and rode off quickly into the distance.



Vicky’s home was a large ranch-style building, with stables attached, an orchard and many varieties of trees. It even had a swimming pool and tennis courts. She lived with her parents in a small village in the country. The nearest town was a ten-minute drive or a thirty-minute horse ride. The nearest neighbour was an arrogant forty-something couple. He was a doctor and she a solicitor. They thought they were better than her family and he was always coming round to complain about trivial things. In fact he’d been round moaning about the height of their trees very early this morning.



Daddy was a very successful inventor and Mummy worked as his manager from home. He was away on a business trip to America, which happened quite often. He’d been secretive about his latest invention, but she gathered it was something quite remarkable. Mummy hinted to her it was something that would revolutionise the world.



As Vicky reached the vast bungalow she heard strange noises coming from her parent’s bedroom. Curious, she tied Lady’s reigns to a fence and crept up to the window. The whimpering sounds grew louder as she approached.



Peering through the slightly opened window and net-curtains, she could just make out her mother lying naked facedown on the king-size bed. As she carefully pushed aside the curtains, it soon dawned on Vicky the sounds Mummy made were not of distress but of something else. She was surprised, as she’d never heard her mother making these types of noises before.



Fascinated, she continued watching her mother writhing on her front for quite some considerable time until something caught Vicky’s eye that made her gasp in shock. She couldn’t believe her eyes as she noticed for the first time a pair of tiny feet sticking out of Mummy’s bottom. They were kicking around frantically and the more the feet moved the more Mummy made those squeaking, panting noises. After a while the miniscule person attached to those feet wriggled and writhed, gradually backing out from Mummy’s anus, until a man’s legs showed, thighs, then a torso and finally arms and shoulders.



Her mother’s breathing slowly returned to normal and reaching round, she gasped the tiny man’s legs and pulled him completely out from where he’d been trapped for some length of time.



As soon as his little head popped into view his face was nearly purple and he made tiny gasping sounds. Her mother straightened herself, sitting upright, watching with glee at the small form in her firm hand.



‘Oh dear,’ Mummy grinned at him, ‘you’re a bit whiffy. I’ll give you a nice wash then you’ll go back in your little box.’



Having recovered sufficiently, the tiny man squeaked, ‘Please don’t hurt me anymore. Please let me go.’



‘I can’t do that now, can I?’ Mummy sniggered. ‘Not after all we’ve been through. What with you coming round complaining all the time and making my life a misery, and now you serving your penance by pleasuring my bottom and pussy…’



‘P… l…. e… a… s… e…’ his little shrill voice pleaded., ‘don’t do that to me anymore.’



Still laughing Mummy took the recovering five-inch form to the washbasin and rinsed him under a slow tap, carefully drying him with a tissue. Then she opened her walk-in wardrobe and disappeared inside.



Vicky backed away from the window in stunned disbelief. She could only hazard a guess at what had happened.

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