Margaret and Mordecai's Mom fart contest

Margaret Smith, who wears blue jeans and a yellow top, was with Mordecai's mom, who was also wearing similarly colored jeans along with a short-sleeved blue sweater. Both of them were at Mordecai's house, alone with each other, currently sitting at a table with freshly delivered all-meat burritos on their plates.

"I bet this will be delicious." Margaret stated before eating the burrito. "Oh, of course it will be!" Mordecai's mom replied, happily. Both of them gorged into the burrito, and ate all of it in three minutes, belching afterwards. They looked at each other, and Margaret said, "You know what I'm thinking?" "Yeah, girl!" Mordecai's mom replies.

Mordecai's mom cooks beans, beef, minced garlic, cauliflower and broccoli into something... Unique. She cooks up six servings of the same meal, which is basically three for Margaret and herself. They started eating the food, with Margaret liking the taste of the mixed gas-inducing foods in her mouth (or beak, whatever). By the time they both finished their third servings, the gas in their intestines are already settling in, indicated by rumbling sounds coming from their bowels.

"So, where shall we pass all of our gas?" Margaret questions. "How about the bedroom? It can insulate our farts so we can get a good whiff of how bad it smells." Mordecai's mom suggested. "I don't see why not." Margaret agreed. They went into the bedroom and locked the door.

Margaret and Mordecai's mom prepare their contest as they're about to fart really badly. "You ready, or what?" Mordecai's mom said to Margaret, as she held her on the back. "Of course I'm ready." Margaret replies. Both of them stuck their butts out as Margaret began by releasing a silent fart. Since they both smell rotten eggs, Mordecai's mom comments, "A silent one. Smells like you're cuttin' the cheese already! Well, check this one out..." Mordecai's mom lets out a loud ripper, which also rippled her jeans. "Whoa, I saw your pants ripple!" Margaret remarked.

Margaret and Mordecai's mom farted a buzzy and bassy fart, respectively. They also farted a squeaky one, smelling slightly worse than rotten eggs. Margaret then pooted; despite that fart's softness, it rippled her jeans. "Would you look at that, your pants rippled too!" Mordecai's mom said. Both of them proceeded to release a boisterous, lengthy and pungent fart that intensively rippled their jeans the whole time. It lasted an unbelievable five minutes, causing the room to smell like wereskunk spray, except not as bad.

"I think it's time we bump our butts together and fart one more time. Booty bump?" "Booty bump." They both booty bumped and deliberately sharted in their jeans for fifteen seconds. They gave off sighs of relief as the sound of scat blowing out of their rears was heard, staining their panties.

"Mom? Is that you? I thought I smelt and heard something..." said Mordecai as he was just outside the bedroom door. His mom blushed as she said "Oh, why don't you come on in?" right before unlocking the door. When it opened, Mordecai got surprised as he saw Margaret, but then both Mordecai's mom and Margaret grabbed him and put him to the ground.

Side-by-side, Mordecai's mom and Margaret simultaneously farted on his face, with Mordecai's eyes watering up from the gas they were passing, as they were both enjoying their farts.