As you follow your mom to the car, your eyes can't help but wander over her curves. She's always been big, even when she was your age. But now that she's in her late thirties, she carries her weight with confidence. Her dark hair is pulled back into a tight bun, showing off her round, rosy cheeks. Her plump lips are painted a soft shade of pink, and her olive skin glows with health. She's wearing a fitted navy blue dress that hugs her voluptuous figure, accentuating her ample breasts and wide hips. You can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as you see men glance at her as she walks by.
As you climb into the passenger seat, you watch her buckle her seatbelt before turning to face you. "So, what do you think we're doing today, mom?" you ask, feeling a little nervous. "Your grandma wanted me to take you to the park," she replies, starting the car. "She said you've been cooped up in the house too much and need some fresh air." You nod, feeling a little relieved. The park sounds like a good idea.
As you pull out of the driveway, you can't help but steal glances at your mom. She's so beautiful and confident, even when she's just driving to the park. You wonder what it would be like to be as comfortable in your own skin as she is. She catches you looking and smiles at you in the rearview mirror. "What's on your mind, sweetie?" she asks, her voice gentle. You blush and look away, mumbling something about her being pretty. She laughs, her infectious laugh filling the car.
The park is only a few minutes away, and as you pull into the parking lot, you see other kids already playing on the swing sets and monkey bars. Mom parks the car and turns to you. "All right, kiddo. You go have fun. I'll find a nice shady spot to sit and watch you." You nod, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. This is the first time you've been to the park without your siblings or dad, and it's just you and your mom.
As you climb out of the car, you glance over at your mom, who's already unbuckling her seatbelt. She catches you looking and waves at you with a smile. You wave back, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. Even though she's your mom, you can't help but think she's pretty. She has this way about her that makes everyone around her feel special.
The sun is shining brightly in the sky, and the air is warm with just the slightest breeze. You make your way over to the swing set, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. You're not sure how you're going to spend the whole afternoon with just your mom, but you trust her to make it fun.
As you begin to push off from the ground, you feel a strange sensation in your stomach. You pause mid-swing, trying to ignore it. It feels like...dizziness. The air around you begins to spin, and you start to feel lightheaded. You try to focus on something else, anything else, but it's no use. The world is starting to close in on you.
You take a deep breath, mustering up the courage to ask your mom for help. "Mom?" you manage to choke out. "Mom, I don't feel so good." She turns to look at you, concern written all over her face. "Are you okay, sweetie?" she asks, her voice full of worry.
You swallow hard, feeling the dizziness begin to subside a little. "I just... I need you to fart on me," you blurt out, your face flushing red with embarrassment. Your mom's eyes go wide, and she lets out a surprised giggle. "Oh, sweetheart," she says, rushing over to sit down next to you on the swing. "I didn't know that was what you needed." She wraps her arm around you, pulling you close.
She takes a deep breath, her stomach expanding briefly, and lets out a soft, warm fart right onto your shoulder. The smell is a little pungent, but it's not as bad as you thought it would be. "Better?" she asks, her voice gentle. You nod, feeling the dizziness completely disappear. "That's my good boy," she says, giving you a squeeze.
The two of you sit there in silence for a moment, both of you lost in thought. You can feel the warmth of the sun on your skin and the soft breeze in your hair. You look over at your mom, admiring her again. She has such a calming presence about her, and you feel so lucky to have her here with you.
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