"Lyla? Up for some wrestling? It's been too long." Amber (your mother) asks, sighing.
"Sure mum." You reply. The two of you get changed into a pair of bicycle shorts and a tank top.
You know you'll defeat your mother since you've been practicing with your friends ever since.
"Ready to be defeated? I've learned a new move." Amber smirked, "You may think you'd defeat me after practicing with your friends...but you're wrong."
"We'll see about that." You say, a little too confident. Because in a few minutes your mother plunges you down and sits on your face. You struggle beneath her as she starts counting from 10.
9..
8..
Suddenly Amber releases a large wet fart on your face! A smelly one too. She stands up and helps you up too.
"Sorry for that Ley (your nickname) I had a few burritos this morning so I may be a little gassy." She apologizes for chuckling.
You didn't want to admit it but you liked being farted on, not while suffocating of course, but the disgusting smell was your kink.
"It's fine mom." You replied, sheepishly.
"Let's end this session, if you're uncomfortable."
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