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Ever since you were young you had a condition that you could survive on farts
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Chapter #3

Mom calls you

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After your grandma stops sitting on your face, you lift yourself back on your chair "I'm going to get ready" your grandma says walking away you look to watch her fat cheeks wobble as she walks

The smell of your grandmas farts still fresh in your nose, you sit at the table waiting for breakfast. "honey come up here please" your mom calls for you, getting up from the dining table you make your way upstairs, standing at the bottom of the stairs was your dad "hey kiddo your mom needs you in our room" he says, looking over you see he is wearing his running shorts that squeeze against his big ass, "yeah I'm heading up now" you reply, your dad nods turning around looking for his shoes you can't help but look to see his ass jiggles with every move, as you walk past he stumbles backwards pinning you against the stair case with his ass, your dick gets caught in his ass crack as he catches his feet making you slightly erect, "sorry son" he says not feeling your dick he shifts himself against you as he stands up rubbing your dick against his cheeks.

You spent a lot of time with your face in his ass, but still you can't believe how big it really is, shaking your head you make your way to your mother's room, knocking on the door my mom calls me in "come in quick" she calls, you open the door to see your mom has started to change outfits "honey I'm getting ready for work but I need you to do something for me" she says not looking back from the mirror while she does her make up, your mom works as an assistant in a law firm meaning every morning she gets up and put on her make up and does her hair to look presentable, right now she's wearing her dark grey shirt, as you walk around the bed you can see she's sitting on the stool in her red thong. "what do you need mom" you ask peeling your eyes away from her massive ass "I need to fart and don't want to stink up my skirt, so you can take them" your mom says still not raising her head from the mirror.

She stands up motioning you to sit by the stool, "really mom" you say in disbelief you just had your grandma sitting on you already, "yes son really, come on its good for you too, now come lay your head down so I can sit on your face" reluctantly you place your head on the seat, looking up to the ceiling, it didn't take long before your field of vision was filled with your mom's huge ass each cheek jiggling without, hesitation she lowered herself down, her cheeks parting slightly causing your nose to sink in her crack after a little wiggling to get your face in deeper she finally settles *PPPPPFFFFFTTTTT* a burst of hot air hits your face, "sniff it up son, I don't want to smell any of it" your mom orders wiggling her ass on your face again *PPPPPFFFFFFTTTTTT* you follow your mother's command sniffing her farts as deep as you can "good boy, make sure you smell it up so mommy doesn't stink for work" she says stoking the little amount if your hair that's sticking out her ass crack.

Continuing with her make up your mom keeps sitting on your face, you feel her huge jiggly cheeks wrapped around your head *PPPFFFFTTTT* *PPPPFFFFTTTT*. "good son, mabey I'll take you to work with me" your mom says, sighing in relief *PPPFFFTTT* "you think you could do that son, have your face under your mom's ass while I work sniffing my farts" your mom can't be seriously thinking of that.

*PPPPPFFFFFTTTTT* you sniff deep again, feeling your mom's cheeks ripple after that last fart, "your brother and sister are out today and your dad's working in the car, grandma is doing whatever she dies so you could come have something to do" she says finishing her hair *PPPPPPFFFFFTTTT* "okay done"

Your mom stands up, your face coming with her, giggling as she feels your head still in her crack she shakes her hips letting you fall out, you sit the gasping fir air wgej you turn and watch your mom's thong covered ass walk towards her wardrobe, her cheeks jiggled with every step, taking out a skirt you watched her pull it over her tree trunk legs onto her fat ass before she turns to you and says "so are you coming with me today son"

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