You were brought out of your sleep by what sounded like an explosion. You shot your eyes open, not necessarily startled but more from the realization that it was now definitely time to get-up. You sit up in bed and stretch your back and arms, cracking your joints. Your name was Ryan, and you realized some time ago that you weren't exactly your average high-schooler. The explosion alarm-clock in the morning had become a regular occurrence in your house; it had come from the kitchen and you could now hear some hurried shuffling going on in there.
You took a deep breath and opened your bedroom door. Almost immediately you were hit with a potent eggy smell and you could see the faint yellowish fumes hanging in the air. You could tell that the source was in the kitchen and as you approached the smell got stronger, at least for a moment. And as you passed through the archway, you could see the source of both the explosion and the noxious gas - your Mom...or more specifically, her colossal ass. Your mom Jenelle was in a frenzied struggle, bending down and forcing her arms upward, trying her hardest to get the kitchen window open. Meanwhile, her ass bobbed and jiggled back and forth in front of you, only lightly covered by her sleek, silk night-gown; and with each turn your mother made, a tiny but audible 'poot' was heard; it was clear she was holding back a lot of gas. Finally the window slid open with a forceful push upwards.
"Finally!" she said barely containing her satisfaction. You used to think she'd be doing this to vent the fumes out of the kitchen, but that was a while ago. Almost immediately when the window opened up, your mother turned around, her eyes tightly shut and a slight blush across her cheeks. She angled herself to push her backside up over the kitchen sink and into the window's frame. She then began to grunt hard and released a series of long lasting farts from the window, all equal in strength and sound to the "explosion" that woke you. It first started out sounding like steam escaping a teapot before blasting the rest of its way out of her ass.
FOOOOAAAAPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNTTTTT!
PHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTT!
VVVVVVMMMMMMMMMZZZZZZZZZZZBBBBBTTTTTTLLLL!!!!
BLUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRT!!
Your mom gave out a contented sigh and the light blush began to fade from her face. It was no doubt that she was relieved to be free of the gas. "Whoo, those were some good ones," she said absentmindedly. "That was such a relief."
Finally your mom opened her eyes and suddenly saw you standing there; she froze in position - her ass still framed in the window - and almost immediately the blush in her cheeks came back, redder than before and her eyes were wide.
"Morning Mom," you said dryly with only a slight smirk; you had to admit the compromising position you found her in was funny.
"M-morning, Ryan," she said now trying to coyly smile back. "Uh...Sweetie...how long have you been standing there?"
"The whole time," you said. Your mom deflated with a huff and let her head hang-low, feeling incredibly embarrassed. That's when you noticed that her night-gown had fallen-open and her breasts were on display. They were nice and shapely, firm and cradled in her nightly-lingerie. You didn't mean to stare but you couldn't deny that it was quite a sight.
Looking down, it took your mom a moment to notice that it had happened. She immediately crossed her arms over her chest, closing her night-gown, her face even more red. Your mom then tried to move forward only to be stifled by friction and the sound of wooden groaning. It seems that in her gusto to vent her fumes out of the house that she actually shoved her booty through the window frame; and now her cheeks were caught. She looked back at the situation and now began to struggle harder.
"Are you stuck again?" I asked - this was not the first time it happened.
"Nooooo~" she said in a sing-songy, slightly annoyed tone. In truth, she sounded guilty that she was caught in such a vulnerable and embarrassing position. The first few times she had done this, you had to use butter for her to slip out. The wooden frame began to groan with the strain of her pulling herself out. Finally there was an audible "pop" and she was able to slip free, stumbling a bit as she walked forward. Your mom finally stood up straight, and this is where you had to crane your neck in order to keep her face in view. Your mom was a goddamn Amazon; standing at nearly 7 feet tall, and proportioned like an anime-waifu, she was a sight to behold.
She walked over to you, her massive breasts eclipsing her face from your view. It was only gone for a moment as soon she leaned down and kissed your cheek, smiling at you. "Morning Sweetie."
She then stood up straight and wrapped her hand around the back of your head, pulling you into a hug. Your ear was pressed up against her toned midsection and her breasts rested heavy on top of your head while her powerful arms wrapped around you. You could hear her stomach gurgling as her tight bear-hug threatened to squash you flat against her. Fortunately she released you before the hug became painful.
"How about a quick breakfast?" she asked. She turned back to the counter and began pouring a couple of bowls of cereal. Your mom's idea of a "quick breakfast" was more or less an "appetizer" compared to the usual meal that most-likely would follow after. Your mom was a very tall woman and her metabolism processed food quickly; she usually eats figurative tons of food per-meals. So the idea that she's just starting out with cereal is probably stemming from two factors;
Your mom is usually very gassy due to the excess that she eats; as such she is usually very embarrassed of her unladylike habits - at least that's how she presents herself to you. You know that your mom's bedroom is sound-proof, and judging by the smell whenever you pass by it in the halls, she tends to suffer from nightly-emissions. You assumed she always ripped them in there to not embarrass herself or gross you out. But lately in the last few months, she's been having more and more slip-ups where she releases around you more often. It's gotten to the point where her farting in the kitchen has become your morning alarm.
She does come off as genuinely embarrassed when she releases around you, but the frequency of her slip-ups have started becoming a common-occurrence. So you would assume her taking a lighter breakfast around you was a sign that she didn't want to become any more gassy than she already was. The other reason...well we'll get to that later.
You had your bowl of cereal and continued on with what had become the normal morning routine in the house. You and your mom would go and watch a bit of television in the living room while you ate your cereal. You sat at one end of the couch, deliberately putting space between the two of you; not that it was to matter in a moment. Your mom's backside was so large that it usually required two cushions, so she tended to sit right in the middle. As soon as she sat-down, the couch began to buckle under her weight and the cushions tilted; the couch was now on a slant that sent you slowly sliding to your mom's side. You lightly flopped against her; not that she minded, she assumed this was you wanting to cuddle-up with her. She smiled before slinging an arm around you and pulling you further into her side. You once again found your head pressing against your mom's abdomen, her heaving breasts resting on top of it. You didn't mind either, not that any protest from yours would be entertained now that you heard your mother munching on her cereal above you; the arm keeping you pinned was being used to hold the bowl - you weren't going anywhere.
You sat quietly and ate, watching TV with your mom. You often enjoyed being this close with her. Your friends used to tease you about your mom's body; it angered you to think about, but lately you couldn't deny that they were right; your mom was Hot. You used to think nothing of it - she was your mom after all. But you didn't know if it was puberty or desensitization, you now began to notice her shapely proportions a bit more than you should. At first you thought you were just starting to think about your mom the way your friends did. But now it felt more serious. It was embarrassing and made even worse by your mom's tendency to cuddle with you like this. Fortunately you had never popped a boner in-front of her. And You had to admit there was a determining factor towards that.
As attractive as your mom was, even to the point of your imagination blurring blood-lines, her flatulence was the always the deterrent. Your mom's gas had a force that was capable of shaking rooms and knocking out small animals. You also sensed that was her when she held herself back; her full-power most likely could knock-out full grown men - if not repulse them into staying away. As gross as having the hots for your mom was, her gas was even grosser and it set you straight...At least that's what you used to think.
You didn't know why, but lately you felt you were becoming too used to the gas. The smell hardly effected you any more - at least on her weaker ones. And sometimes you found it even amusing; this incident from this morning was not only funny, but you couldn't help but agree with your mom that those were "Nice ones." You didn't think you had a taste for that sort of thing, but you were starting to have strange thoughts regarding your mom's gas. You certainly didn't like it when your mom slipped-up around you, but lately more and more you didn't seem to mind it. Still, you felt you were a long ways away from actually enjoying it...at least you hoped.
Anyway, you had finished your bowl of cereal and thought about what the rest of the day entailed. It was actually a...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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