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Marie's Gassy Mother ( Warning: Story contains stuffing/gas humor. If you don't like it, don't read it. ) Sandra, also known as Marie's mother, groaned as she sat back in her chair, rubbing her swollen, aching abdomen. "Mom, you okay?" her daughter asked, starting to clean up and walked over to the sink, placing the dirty dishes in it. Her mother did a lot around the house, so she chose to help out for once. Her father was working at the moment, and wouldn't be home until later on that night. The mother nodded in response, wincing. "Ohh, mexican food really does not agree with me..." "Then why did you eat so much of it?" Marie asked. "It was so good. I wasn't even thinking of the consequences that would happen afterward......" she sighed, and winced more as she hunched over, leaning a bit on the table and still holding onto her belly. "Ohhh...-" *PPPPHHHHHHRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPTTTTT!!* A loud fart vibrated against the hard wooden chair underneath her, followed by a loud sigh of relief. "Oh God, that's so much better." Marie twisted her face in slight disgust. "Ugh, mom..." Sandra looked at her strangely. "What?" "Nevermind." She replied. "I should be used to being around someone so gassy. Margaret, especially." She chuckled. "I'm *PHAAARP!* ooh...sorry, I really am. But at least it doesn't bother you." Her mother said, smiling innocently. Marie just shrugged as she continued to wash the dishes. She really was used to it. After making sure each dish and all the silverware was washed, dried, and put away, Marie stretched as she walked into the living room and sat down on the couch to watch television. She looked at her mother questioningly as she only followed, and sat down right next to her as she tried to soothe her upset stomach. "Marie...rub mommy's belly, will you please?" She asked kindly. Marie nodded in response as she reached over, rubbing her mother's stomach. Sandra let out a sigh of content as she closed her eyes. "Thank you sweetie. Too bad your father isn't here, I would've let him do this for me." She giggled. Marie looked down at her hand as it moved across her mother's slightly swollen abdomen. She could feel it rumbling right underneath her fingertips! She's seen her father rubbing her mother's stomach before plenty of times. *PPPHHHHUUUUUUUURRRRT!!* Marie could feel her mother's stomach tighten as she strained to push out a fart on the couch. She twisted her face again and waved a hand in front of her face, coughing a little. "Gosh mom, maybe you need to give the mexican food a break for a while." Sandra surprisingly, nodded in agreement. "Maybe so. I just couldn't control myself, though knowing what would happen." "Well, please, do me a favor and try to learn how to control yourself. It really stinks..." "Oh, stop your complaining, Marie." her mother replied, playfully rolling her eyes. "Other than me having terrible gas from eating mexican food, I'm sure you've smelled worse." "Actually, I haven't..." Marie mumbled to herself. Her mother's 'mexican food' farts were actually the worse thing she ever smelled. Not even Margaret's farts smelled this bad after she drank milk or ate ice cream. And she was lactose intolerant! *PHHHHUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRT!!* Sandra whimpered a little bit, clearly not feeling any relief from those loud farts. "Ooh, maybe eating all of that was a bad idea." she groaned. Marie continued to rub her stomach anyway, wondering if it was even helping. But, she used her other hand to pinch her nose. "I think it was just unnecessary! I don't think I can stay sitting here for too much longer..." Sandra leaned over and let out a quick fart in her daughter's direction. "Oh come on, the smell can't be that bad." She said, giggling a bit. Marie coughed and moved over closer to the end of the couch, further away from her mother. "Ugh!" *PPPPPHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!!" Sandra groaned again. "Wh-why'd you stop? Mommy's belly still hurts, and you stopped rubbing it..." she pouted. "Rub it yourself..." Marie muttered. She couldn't stay too close to her mother when she was gassy like this! "This is torture..." she sighed. "I should probably take something for my gas..." "That'd be wise. And you call that torture? I think I'm the one being tortured here!" Sandra just rolled her eyes. Because she was so used to this, she honestly didn't find anything wrong with her own farts. To her, they didn't seem to smell as bad as they did to everyone else. Marie yawned a little as her eyes slowly began to close. Sandra looked at her, tilting her head. Was she...asleep already? She didn't realize her daughter was so bored...or tired for that matter. "Hey you, wake up." Sandra pouted, reaching over to poke her daughter's cheek. She really seemed to be out of it. *phhlllrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt!* Sandra sighed as she let out a long, soft fart that vibrated against the couch cushion. But this suddenly gave her an idea. While her daughter's asleep, why not have a little fun? She quietly stood up and walked over, standing in front of her, backwards. She smiled to herself as she placed her butt close to her face. *PPPPPPHHHHRRRRAAAAAARRRRRRRRP!!* "Ooh." Sandra giggled a little as she relaxed herself. She was surprised to see that Marie was still sleeping! But surely, the smell would get to her eventually. *BBBBBBBLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRT!!!* "Ahhhh..." she sighed in relief as a slight bubbly fart escaped from her, and she got even closer to Marie, rubbing her butt up against up her daughter's face and nose. Her stomach gave off a loud gurgle, and she closed her eyes, not holding back. She grunted a little, pushing. *PPPPHHHHLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRPPPP!!!* "Ugh...my belly..." she groaned, clutching onto her stomach, still pushing. *PPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRFFFFRRRRFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRT!!!!* Sandra moaned out in relief, rubbing her butt up against her daughter's face again. "Oh, so much relief..." Marie's eyes opened slowly, but immediately closed again when she began to feel them burning. The horrid scent filled her nostrils, causing her to cough. "M-mom, oh my God!" She yelled, trying to push her mother away and fan the air at the same time. "EWW!!" Sandra pretended to pout. "Oh sweetie, I thought you liked mommy's farts..." she teased. Marie covered her nose and shook her head. She actually felt the opposite toward them. She didn't even like Margaret's farts! "I feel another one coming!" Sandra happily announced, and walked closer to Marie, smiling innocently. Innocent or not, she didn't like the looks of her smile. It looked to be more devious than anything. Marie grunted as her mother pressed her large ass up against her face again. And to make sure she didn't try and pull away, she reached behind her and pushed her head close to her butt, making sure her face was comfortably situated between her to plump cheeks. "Mom, please don't!" She begged, but only to sound muffled. "Here it comes!" Sandra announced, still not holding back. *PPPHHHHHLLLLAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRPPPP!!!* "Whew! Stinky, huh?" She giggled. Marie only whimpered in response. She couldn't believe her own mother was torturing her like this! *PPPHHHHRRRAAAAP...BBBBBBLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!!* "Ahh....sniff them all up, sweetie. Don't you dare miss a single one. I want you to deeply inhale every one of them!" But pretty much, Marie had no choice. *BBBLLLRRRT...BBBBLLLLLRRRRBBBBT....BBBBBBBLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLT!!* "S-so good...." Sandra moaned, rubbing her ass up against her daughter's face. "I bet you just love it when your mommy pushes out these stinky farts for you..." "Mmmmph!!" All that she could hear as a reply was a muffled shout. But Sandra only giggled, as she began to rub at her stomach. "I have plenty more if that's what you're trying to tell me you want!" *PPPBBBBLLLLLRRRRRRRAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFTT..........BBBBLLLRRRT!!* Marie only whimpered. Could things get any worse here? Just then, a slight crackling sound could be heard coming from her mother's pants. "........" *SSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!!!" "Ahhh!~" A loud wet fart escaped Sandra then, causing her to moan out in pure bliss and relief. "That felt a little wet." she giggled. "I'm sorry! But you're okay back there aren't you?" Sandra turned and smiled innocently at her daughter, but frowned when she realized...that she was unconscious! Perhaps she went a bit too far. "Oops..." She mumbled, before looking around. Maybe she could get Marie upstairs and into her bed, get herself cleaned up, and hopefully acted as though nothing happened later. |
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