Mother's Fart Punishment
by S-Lore

PART 1

My eyes opened groggily and to my displeasure I was met with an awful stench. The stench came from something tightly pressed against my nose. I tried to shake my head but the pressure on my face held me down. I mmphed realizing my mouth was gagged and the tight strain on my hands told me my hands were bound.

I struggled very disgusted at the smell, The worst part was how the corner of my blanket was annoyingly covering my eyes keeping me from seeing the source of the fabric and smell on my nose. Suddenly the weight above me shifted. I now realized that someone was on my face.

My blanket kept me from seeing who it was but I tried to think back, reflect on the past and try to think of who and for what reason was there someone on my face.

"Oh no. Mom." I thought panicking.

Earlier that month I remembered my mom kept getting mad at me for waking up late for school. I kept missing the bus and with her listening to music while doing yoga she constantly forgot to check on me. Now I'm not blaming her for me not getting up but it did come up in an argument. We argued and she said that the next time I got up late I would stay home with her and help her work.

The next day it happened again and I was forced to miss school and work with her. I didn't actually get to work at first but to punish me she made me sit on the couch while she did yoga. My slim tall and attractive mother was as hot to me as a glacier. I'm her son and I don't "check her out." She has a large but very fit posterior and to tease me she'll usually wiggle it in my face or even sit on my lap. She knows this disgusts me and I would rather not look at her butt.

Unfortunately I went a little too far and told her that her butt stank because well it did! She's never had a problem being a "little gassy" around family, and by family, I mean me. To be as clear as I can be. She has bad gas. Part of the punishment of watching her do yoga was the occasional fart while she stretched a few feet away with her butt high in the air.

She did not take the comment very well and she threatened me with a different punishment which made me cringe. "The next time you sleep in I'm going to wake you up after my yoga, SITTING ON YOUR FACE!" With that she angrily slammed the door in my face and left me to wonder what the hell just happened.

So here I am now, not entirely sure if it's true, but if it is...MY MOM IS SITTING ON MY FACE. As if on cue a hand brushed the blanket away confirming my worst fears. My mom's evil grinning face smiled down at me from behind her rear. Her sweaty yoga pants were pressed tightly down on my face constricting my breath and forcing me to sniff her butt crack.

"Ohhh looks like you're finally awake." My mom cooed shaking her hips on my face causing me to groan. My eyes darted to the left then to the right and to my disgust my hands were tied up to either bed post with her sweaty socks. She got off my face to my relief and slowly took off the duct tape around my mouth.

"Okay lesson learned." I said shaking my head in disgust over what was just on my face.

She laughed, "Oh no your punishment isn't over I just wanted to hear your cries for mercy when I told you what you have left to endure." She then chuckled turning and sitting on my chest.

"No mom I'm sorry." I begged.

"Ohhh no too late for apologies." She smiled shaking her butt.

"Please no, I don't even know what you're going to do just don't." She placed tape back over my mouth then slowly turned so that her feet were under my head and her butt hovered over my face and nose. I groaned no but she continued after all she is my mom.

"Okay honey this is going to be really comfortable for me, and a little less so for you."

"You think?" I tried to say, but it just came out as a mmph,

"And it shouldn't be too bad except well...what is it you said. Oh yes my butt stinks, and I fart waaaay too much around you."

"Ugh don't remind me especially with that thing in my face." I thought.

"Well just because I'm sitting on your face after yoga shouldn't mean this can't be a pleasant experience for you." She said shaking her butt in front of my face causing me to cringe as I was forced to stare at her yoga cheeks wave around. "I'm not a cruel mother and to make the experience a little more enjoyable for you I'm only going to sit with my full weight on the first half of your face so you can breathe as much as you want." She said happily without turning around.

"I suppose I should thank her for at least not suffocating me." I thought trying to look on the very small bright side of being forced to be my mother's butt cushion.

"But unluckily for you that means you can only breathe through your nose," She said turning around revealing her true evil intentions and malicious grin. "And I have the weirdest case of the morning farts." She said freezing my heart with fear. "So enjoy smelling your mom's gas and let me know how bad it was in let's say...an hour or so?" I cried into my tape as she nodded then lowered her sweaty butt towards my face finally resting her weight on my mouth and chin gently pressing my nose against her stinky butt crack.

"Oh this is going to be so much fun!" She said jokingly fanning the area behind her rear above my face implying how I was about to be subjected to her farts. "Mmhaha..." She laughed as a thought came into her head, "An sbd would be fabulous right now wouldn't you agree Sweetie?" She chuckled again fanning behind her butt.

I groaned which caused her even more pleasure as I could just feel her smiling widely. She was really enjoying me being ironically placed at the source of her gas since I complained the most in the family. "Up close and personal." She sighed happily as I sniffed her butt crack forcibly.

The fabric of her tight, and I mean tight, yoga pants was pressed up against my nose. It would almost be pleasant if her stink lined curvature wasn't packed into them. I groaned trying to move my head but I only pressed my nose deeper into her crack. "Getting more comfortable are we?" She cooed, "You want to move before I rip a long one? I would really suggest you do." She said batting her eyelashes looking down on my face. "Oh wait, sorry my bad your aren't my son. Silly me he's at school right now. You're just my butt cushion. Which means I can have as much gas as I want after all it's all about making me comfortable and teaching disobedient boys a lesson."

She turned around as I continued sniffing her sweaty yoga butt. "Poor little boy, trapped smelling my butt. I did warn him, I even said AFTER yoga. Should have been enough." I mmphed and pulled on my bonds as the sweaty stink was sucked into my nostrils. "Perhaps my gas will be enough, honestly this will be more than enough. This is going to be bad." She admitted as I cried out one last desperate plea for mercy.

Ssssssbrrrpt...A long fart from my mom's yoga pants was laid out onto my face like a buffet that I wanted no part off. "Ohhh, whoops excuse me." She said laughing as she heard me sniff then scream from the terrible smell of her first load of morning gas. "Plenty more," She sang out bouncing on my groaning face, "Plenty more."

brppt A short one vibrated my cheeks and went into my nose which hadn't even time to recover.

"And I thought across the room was bad!" I frantically thought trying to escape. From the first two "gifts" my mother just slid into my nose I now had a new fear. She was one of those people who's rare bowel movements;

1. Let her have a lot of gas in a short time period, and-

2. most of the time it was a different smell never exposing me to the same gas twice in a row leaving me with a fresh stink to incorporate into my torture.

"I hope these are really stinky or this wouldn't be a good punishment." My mom pouted mockingly dropping another short brpt into my nose.

"I'm sure by now you've learned your lesson because believe me, I know my gas is bad." I shook my head as she farted again. "But it's only been three minutes, and I've been really looking forward to this so I guess I'll just sit back for the next 57 minutes and just gas myself out." She said to my horror. I struggled and frantically moved my toes since they were the only body parts left unbound.

"Keep struggling it'll only stop when the hour's up." She said looking back into my tortured eyes smiling. "Hey maybe we can tell this one to your sister, she'd get a real kick out of this. Just imagine she knows exactly how much you hate when I fart. Telling her that I tied you up for an hour and sat on your face farting, she'd get a real laugh out of that!"

My eyes went wide with fear and embarrassment, "she might even want to try it." My mom said scaring me further, "And you know what I just might let her." The image of my sister's big butt packed into jeans smashing down on my face FARTING was too much. But I could say nothing as my mom laughed and another psssbrrrpt went sliding into my nose, "56 more minutes." My mom added on to my pain mocking me with the time.

PART 2

My eyes stayed fixed on her curly black ponytail which danced above my face. Her hair probably smelled nice. I thought, and here I am stuck under the stinkiest part of my mother. And honestly the worst place you could be in this family, under mom's butt. Dad would often make jokes about her gassy rear and how she could kill you if you were stuck in a room with her.

Brrrrrrppppt

ssssssssssrrrr......

Brrrpt...Brrrppptt

Sssssssbbbrrrrpt Brrrrp.....

After thirty more minutes or so she started talking again, "Well honey while you've had your nose up my rear and been sniffing my gas, I've been thinking." I groaned angrily as I was still sniffing her butt unable to stop. "I think the best way to punish you is with a different stink and if I alternate between them you'll receive a punishment to the fullest potential."

Confused I just stared up as she slowly got off my face, "Plus I'm actually farting a lot less then I usually do and I think I need to fill up the ol' tank." She giggled slapping her butt in my face. Disgusted I was forced to watch it jiggle as her feet slowly moved out from under my head. Now that she brought up a different stink there was an odd sweaty stale cheesy essence near my face...Her feet. My mind was flustered and scared as she slowly sat down on my legs leaning back at the end of my bed.

She groaned happily as she stretched out and unfortunately for me placed both of her size 12 feet on my face. I shook my head no but was met with an even worse predicament as she placed my nose in the perfectly sized gap between her fist two toes holding my head in place and once again forcing me to smell another stinky part of my merciless mother.

"Mm smell the same feet you've refused to massage for so many years...Deep in the toes sniiiiff." she sighed leaning over and pulling a diet coke from on the floor next to the bed.

"NOOO SHE REALLY IS REFULING!" I screamed in my head as annoyingly her feet rubbed and invaded my already tortured face.

"Wait," She grabbed both sides of my face with her feet as she took a long guzzle of her diet coke, "Ahhh I can already smell it can't you?" She said slapping the side of her butt.

I groaned as she placed both of her dirty wrinkled feet back onto my face. "Now remember Sweetie this position is only temporary, you'll go back to sniffing my farts sooner than you think." She laughed rubbing my face into her sweat.

She alternated between forcing me to smell her sweaty feet and her farts for the rest of the hour. I was stuck in a horrible loop of her crushing weight, horrendous feet, and beany gas. Near the end of the hour she was sitting comfortably with her feet on my face and her second coke in her hand.

"Okay so you have two choices." My mom said not lifting her feet from my face. "You can either go right back to where you were under my sweaty yoga pants." I groaned loudly as the thought entered my head. "Or I can tie you up to my work chair, change into my work outfit and be my seat while I file my taxes." I groaned again that not being much better but it sounded a little less stinkier. At least she'd be wearing a fresh pair of pants. These yoga pants were rank from the hours of stretches.

"The catch is when your sister gets home you have to be HER seat." My eyes went wide as the thought of the less stink from my mom's butt would be completely canceled out by the intense stink of my sister's unwashed jeans.

She slowly got up then placed her feet back under my head hovering her butt once again over my unwilling nose. "So if you want the yoga pants to continue then sniff one long sniff. If you would prefer my silk work pants, and your sister's jeans then sniff three times." She sat down on my face placing my nose back into her butt crack.

The fact that the way I answered was sniffing her sweaty rear pissed me off, but I had to answer so I went with the one that would give me the quickest relief.

SNFF SNFFFFF SFFFFFF I sniffed three times making it clear what I wanted. Unfortunately she chuckled then started to laugh evilly. "Okay mister get ready." She said getting up and leaving me to dread and wonder if I made the right decision.

***

My mom remained silent as she strapped each wrist to the arm of her swivel chair. She then made sure each leg was tightly fastened to the wooden desk holding up her computer. The whole while I was forced to look at her large rear tightly packed into her silk work pants. She wore black tight work pants with long grey stripes across the legs and butt. The end of her pant legs were flared out and around her work shoes. Festering in those were her hot stocking-ed feet.

Her torso was covered in a deep green sleeveless top. Over her arms she wore a matching black silk coat that went along with her pants. "I've got to say," She finally broke the silence placing a leg on either side of my chest. "I didn't think you would go with this choice." She chuckled placing another diet coke on a coaster next to her keyboard. I groaned as she leaned forward her butt getting a bit closer to my face.

"You do know that the smell will stick to the silk a lot more then it would with the yoga fabric." She said in a, "Duuh" tone. "But I suppose you thought these were washed." She said smiling evilly my eyes going a bit wide. "Please I got these from the dirty hamper I haven't washed these pants in days." She said laughing lightly slapping both of her cheeks.

I screamed into my gag wanting to change my answer but she continued, "Not to mention being your sister's ass cushion is going to be pretty stinky." I thought back trying to remember but she reminded me, "Especially since she's inherited my farts." She said grabbing both arms of the chair. "Oh well I wouldn't worry about tonight, you've got enough to be concerned about." She said lowering her butt towards my unwilling face. I shook my head then realized her feet were no longer holding me back. I barely turned my head to the side as she sat. Her legendary butt pressed the side of my face deep into the leather of the seat as the chair creaked from the weight of my fit muscular 6 foot 3 mother.

My nose wrinkled as the smell wafted into my nose which stuck out between her butt and the chair. Her butt felt warm and sweaty but thankfully not on my face directly. I breathed as quietly as I could thinking she hadn't noticed. My mom shifted a bit then I heard more duct tape being ripped from the roll.

"NO PLEASE!" I thought as she slowly lifted her butt from my head. She stood up as I looked back up. From her pants being strained from sitting the standing motion pulled all the fabric into her butt crack really shaping around her curvature, finally my eyes traveled up to her hand on her hip as her head peered over her shoulder to my scared face.

She cleared her throat her eyes narrow and burning with anger, "Sweetie." She said flatly. "You put your nose where it belongs!" She said raising her voice, "Or I'll strap your head so tightly to my butt you'll smell my gas for hours." She threatened holding out the tape. I nodded groaning as she placed more tape over my forehead and across the chair.

She then turned around and my previous luck of the warm stinky rear on the side of my face had run out. My nose sank into the silk of her butt crack as her cheeks pressed down heavily on the sides and bottom of my face. She looked back into my tortured eyes then nodded turning back to her computer. "Perfect." She said typing away on her keyboard.

I lay straining my fingers trying to tear my wrists from the arm chairs but my mom only laughed slamming her elbow down crushing my left hand. I screamed into her butt but she only wiggled her hips a bit sinking my nose a little deeper. "Sorry did that hurt?" She cooed slamming her elbow down again crushing my bruised fingers. I screamed once more but still I remained motionless. "That's what'll happen every time you "forget" to smell." She said air quoting the word "forget."

I groaned as she now had me trapped and helpless as she typed away on her computer. All I could do was stare up at her sweet smelling clean hair as my nose sniffed her horrendous smelling and sweaty rear. She didn't even look back while she sat on me, her son.

pffffffbrrrrpt Her first fart slid through her silk pants and into my nose. When I say into I mean when she sat a couple minutes ago she slid back, pushing my nose up and placing my nostrils directly against her butt crack. "Mmmm smell good?" She said chuckling as her obviously reeking gas was splayed out onto my face. "Are you smelling it?" She said slightly annoyed. I nodded and mmphed yes into her butt fearing the condition of my already badly bruised fingers.

She laughed slowly turning back to her monitor, "I feel reaaaally bad for you." She fanned the area behind her butt as she continued working. I moaned into her gag, being forced to sniff my mom's butt was too much. I had to have fresh air.

Brrrpt I was met with a smaller more bubbly fart as she took another merciless sip of her coke. Her fart smelled completely different from the last one once again confirming my fear of having to smell a different stink every time.

I tried to move my head to the side but the combined weight of my 6 foot 3 mother and the strips of tape across my forehead held me firmly in place. "Are you trying to move your head away from mommy's gas?" She said clearly a little annoyed but at the same time amused. "I think you need to be punished." She stated sending a chill down my spine.

Pfffffffftbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrptrrrsss Her fart hissed across my face turning into long pops in a short succession ending in another hot hiss singeing my nose hairs. I cried out as this fart was clearly the worst one yet, but my mother only laughed, "Smell it honey." I refused trying to hold my breath but she slammed her elbow into my fingers harder than the first two combined. I screamed but did what I was told as I took a long gag inducing sniff of the tremendous fart. My eyes started tearing up from the smell as the fart lingered in the crack of her silk pants.

Tears slid down my face from this horrible situation I found myself in. Not only was I being forced to smell something that would normally cause me to leave the room directly into my nose. I still had my sister's gas to "look forward to."

Speaking of which, "Hey honey, I was just talking with your sister online." I moaned still smelling the previous fart from her silk work pants. "I told her what I'm doing to you as a punishment and she responded with, Omg mom that must stink! Serves him right though! Make sure you REALLY gas him up to teach him a lesson!" She chuckled continuing to type as pssssft more warm gas hissed into my unwilling but wide open nostrils.

"I just told her that later tonight she gets to sit on your face and she just responded with amazing news!" My mom said causing my blood to run cold. "She said, That's so great! Make sure you have him strapped down tight with tape over his mouth," My mom stopped as she burst out laughing, "Here's my favorite part," She continued reading my sister's message as I continued to sniff the warm fart, "I had bad diarrhea earlier today and I'm wearing my favorite jeans, you know the ones I never wash! LOL this is really gonna STINK!"

I cried into my gag this news only making the worst situation in the world somehow WORSE! "I really like this crushing punishment," my mom said slowly stroking my fingers. The touch on my badly bruised hand caused me to wince. "I think I'm going to set up a similar system with your sister. Diarrhea or not your sniffing her butt!" She shouted excitedly.

I could only moan as her weight shifted back onto my nose and she started typing again leaving me to sniff whatever she expelled from her backside. Brrrrrrppp brrrppp brppt. "Oooo..." She fanned the air behind her rear.

I sniffed but apparently not as well as she wanted as my eyes exploded open from her elbow slamming once again into my left fingers. I groaned loudly from the sheer stink and pain that was overcoming my senses.

"This is your punishment and you will sniff all of my gas." She said sternly as another warm pssss slide into my wide open nostrils. She wiggled her hips a bit then took another gulp from her diet coke. Brrrrrrptt. A medium length fart vibrated across the tape over my mouth as I sniffed deeply trying to avoid any more damage to my left hand.

It was either my mom's gas invading my nostrils or her muscular arm slamming into my fingers over and over again. It really was a hard choice but the pain was preventable where as the stink was unavoidable.

Prrrrbt I sniffed yet another one. "HOW LONG DO I HAVE TO SMELL YOUR FARTS!" I screamed from under her butt and tried to wrench her off. My giant of a mom was an unmovable force who continued to type as I just sniffed.

She barely leaned to one side then stopped typing, brrrpt, after the fart she leaned back to her normal position then continued typing like I wasn't even there. "Please make it stop!" I groaned into the stink covered rear on my face as a tear streamed down my cheek.

I was full on crying as I sniffed deeply gagging into the tape from the reeking butt crack my nose was buried within.

pssssssssrrbt, "AGAIN DO YOU EVER STOP WOMAN!" I screamed from under my stinky prison as my mom high upon her throne smiled widely. "mmmhahaha." She laughed to herself leaning a bit to the side, Brrrrrpppssssst. "Ooo that was a bad one." She chuckled fanning the gas from behind her posterior.

I had to agree the fart she just released burned the inside of my nose and caused me to gag worse than usual. I was tempted to not take a long deep sniff of this fart, but my fingers were throbbing and probably swollen.

Brrrpt, another one followed causing me to groan. "I can't believe I'm this close to my mom's gas!" I cried out for mercy but it was completely muffled.

"Sniff that fart right now!" She raised her voice then smiled as she heard the familiar Snnnnffff pull at her silk pants. "Good thing you didn't have plans today." She said shaking her butt into my face, "Because you're going to be mommy's seat alllllll day!"

ALL DAY! NO! IT CAN'T EVEN BE NOON YET! I looked up at the very back of my mom's butt partly blocking my view. All I could see was her back and a little bit of her hair. The large stinking warm mass on my face was all I was going to get from my mother that day, no love, no respect, only the absolute butt cushion experience.

"HAHA! Your sister just messaged me!" I groaned I really didn't want to hear it, "She said, Hey mom just wanted to let you know he better be strapped down REALLY tight cuz on my drive home I shut off the ac and really sweated! Like It's bad. Well anyways tell him I said he'll smell me soon!!!" She laughed then readjusted herself causing the chair to creak.

I groaned again, "Oh come on if you're seriously whining about the smell right now you're probably going to die because you've got a LOOOONG way to go." She said angrily.

Pffffssbrt, "So just suck it up all ready." I stared up at her hair as the fart vibrated across my face. "And you know what I mean when I say suck it up!" She shouted happily slamming her elbow onto my left hand. I screamed as I took a deep sniff of the beany gas directly from her crack.

Why did I have to agree to being my sister's seat! I thought angrily. And my mom is not only going to set it up just as well but she's going to have a different pain system to force me to smell my sister's butt! It's going to be so bad! I thought straining against the tape that was unnecessarily tight on my wrists and legs.

"Don't struggle gas boy, save all your strength for not passing out when the bad afternoon gas comes." She cooed as she tauntingly fanned behind her rump.

Oh noooo! Her afternoon gas! I cried thinking about what that would entail. My mom usually had built enough energy by then to double the duration of her farts. And that's when her silent but deadlies started. I shook the chair desperately trying to call for mercy.

"Ohh yeah remembering my Sbd's are we?" She asked as I could do nothing but sniff the ticking time bomb of my mother's butt. "tee-hee, ever smelled one up close?" She chuckled wiggling her butt deepening the position of my nose. "Because if not you're in for a reaaal treat." She chuckled then after taking a large gulp of her soda continued typing on her keyboard.

Pssssssssffffbrrrrrrrppppptttttttttpssssbrpt "Oooo..." She sighed. Tears streamed down my face as I took forceful sniffs of the now eggy fart that continued to slide from her butt crack. The horrific smell caused me to gag several times as I was forced to keep sniffing.

"Finally!" She exclaimed, "Something I can compare my afternoon gas too!" I cried if this was going to be what I would have to endure for the remaining hours of facesitting. "That's about half as bad as my afternoon ones." She said factually as she rubbed the gas in. "Keep sniffing." she hovered her elbow over my destroyed left hand. I sniffed loudly as I screamed at the same time, there was no way I was going to survive this afternoon.

My mom's fingers went behind her back then reached down gripping my hair. I winced as she pulled sharply on the locks. "Oh sorry Sweetie," She then reached into her back pocket and pulled out her phone looking at the time. Lifting her butt to the side freed half my face giving me a breath of "Fresh air" By fresh air I mean as fresh as you can get with my mom's butt an inch from your nose. she put her phone back then sat back down onto my screaming face. "It's 11:21 Sweetie that means in about twenty minutes," She paused rubbing her hands together, "We're getting to the good stuff."

I didn't even have the liberty to struggle. I just had to be my mom's seat while she worked. I tried again to fight it but my bonds kept me in place, and my six foot three mother was too much to handle. Thinking about it she was the perfect method of punishment. My mom was taller than all of us, but barely taller than my sister. Both much taller than me, not only did she do yoga and stay fit but she sweated A LOT more than a normal person should. She didn't bathe every day and sometimes even missed the every other day mark. With the smell of her butt right now I would assume this was a long stretch of not bathing. To add on to that she had gas, both incredible stinky and incredible bountiful. Another method of stink was her huge feet. She had size 12 feet which almost always had black soles and black balls. And between the toes was ridiculously funky. Both of those were tucked into her nylons right now gratefully away from my nose. But then again I might prefer those over what was there right now...

Prrrrrrffft Another soft warm one went into my nostrils interrupting my train of thought. "You're awfully quiet right now honey, are you finally getting used to the smell?" She asked sounding a bit disappointed, I screamed no since it was impossible to get used to the smell of HER gas. "Oh good." She giggled as she leaned a bit to the side, Brrrpt.

She laughed then stopped as her stomach growled and shifted. "Oh a little early are we." She said to herself as my eyes opened wide with fear. She hovered her elbow threateningly over my hand as she commanded me, "Deep. Sniff." My body tensed up as I took a enormous sniff as a hot burning silent killer went into my wide open nostrils. I screamed and thrashed but could go nowhere as my mom held her nose.

I could barely see my eyes were completely teared up but that didn't stop her from slamming her elbow down causing me to wrench back and forth trying to escape. Her sbd finally ended and left me to suffer in its wake. I gagged and threw up a little in my mouth as I sniffed again and again as she held her nose and laughed evilly. I screamed bloody murder, the smell was not going away. Usually her farts lasted a minute or two but this was pretty long. I threw up a little again in my mouth, the shear smell of her burning sbd was destroying my face.

"Mom please!" I cried completely muffled under her butt.

"Awe you want another one?" She chuckled still holding her nose, I screamed again shaking my head but once again not learning my lesson my nose only sank deeper. Another fiery dose of hell was expelled from her backside into my wide open nostrils. I thrashed against the unmovable force on my face and on my hands as I sniffed the retched stench.

My mother laughed even harder as the sbd refused to stop and she could feel me gagging as I had to smell it. "Oh you should have gotten uuuup." She cooed rubbing her butt up and down sliding my nose across her sweaty crack as the silent killer finally ended. I screamed over and over again as my mother's large stinky method of torture settled back onto my face pushing my nostrils up and against the source.

"Oh quit being a baby." She said as she finally pulled her fingers from her nose. She gagged a little then placed them pack over her nose as she looked back on me partially sympathetic. Her sympathy turned to glee as I struggled in the bonds and continued sucking on her gas. "Punishment fit for you." She laughed turning back to her computer.

My mind kept going back to the fact that there was nothing I could do. Nothing but stare up at my mom's butt and back while I sniffed her sbd's which were only going to get worse. Just a couple more hours to go I cried as what used to be my loving mother farted again.

Pppppppppppppbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrpt "Mm, that one probably smelled great." She joked as her gas was directed into my nose. I sniffed and sniffed having no other choice as she just for her pleasure slammed my fingers anyway.

"Whew!" My mom exclaimed fanning behind her butt over my face mockingly, "It REALLY stinks in here! Can't even imagine what it's like for you!" I groaned pressing up on her butt with my face, being the only way I could attempt at getting her off. "I wish I could get off," She started but stopped as a deep bubbling fart rumbled across my face for about ten seconds, "Sniff," She said quickly before continuing. I reluctantly Sniffed the beany fart deeply as she started again, "I wish I could get off I really do, but I need a seat when I work and you need to be punished, and this is just the perfect combo!" She laughed as another deep Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrpt shook my cheeks and vibrated my nose.

"Smell mommy's gas, Smell what you hate soooo much." She smiled widely as she started to sway her hips introducing a new way of mocking me as I had to smell her relentless farts. My mom then stood up as my lungs exploded with fresh air. I sucked at the air then shook my head violently trying to shake away the thought of my mother sitting on my face.

I screamed for help as she left the room, but my tape still muffled me and I was still bound extra tight. With less fresh air then I would have hoped she returned carrying a plate smiling widely. Her paper plate consisted of steamed broccoli and a five layer burrito bigger then my forearm. In her other hand she had a huge glass of milk, which did in fact make her, very gassy.

I screamed for mercy as she slowly stepped over my chest with her leg, placing her rear over my face. I whined staring into the sweaty abyss which would very shortly consume my face. She placed her burrito and broccoli of to the side as she gripped both chair arms. She then leaned back placing my nose a few inches from her rear.

"Try not to die." She giggled as her butt was planted firmly onto my face. My nose was smashed into her butt but it all became worse as she mercilessly scooted a bit back pushing my nose up and placing my nostrils against the gas's source. "I hope you don't mind beans." She cooed taking an enormous bite of her stuffed burrito then washed it down with a deep gulp of gas inducing milk.

Almost instantly her stomach made a few odd rumbles as she sighed evilly, "This is gonna' be bad." I cried into her rear wanting it to end. But this was only the beginning.

Brrrrrrpt pssssbrrrpt brpt brrpppt brrrrpsssbrrrrrpt The series of farts erupted upon my face but then ended with the worst sbd yet. A searing stench destroyed my nostrils as it flooded into my nose. I screamed slamming my knees into the computer desk as she slammed her elbow onto my fingers. I begged I pleaded I tried all that I could but my mom only farted again as she took another large bite from her burrito, Wet bean juice dripped from her chin as she smiled widely her mouth full.

"Mmmhehe..." My mom swayed her hips a bit on my screaming contorted face as her previous volley of gas was sucked into my nose. She stopped swaying then looked down into my eyes. Both were bloodshot and full of immense pain as my lungs withered from the air it was sucking in. As we made eye contact a drop of the bean's juice dripped once more from her chin then landed on my forehead.

"Oh let me get that for you!" She spoke as she lifted her butt back full smothering my face. My vision went dark as she fully covered me face, The once warm sweaty mass grew very hot as it became a sauna below my mom's voluptuous rump. After about forty seconds of smothering I needed air preferable fresh but at this point fart air would suffice.

I screamed and struggled as she began to grind on my nose and face leaving a sweat trail from her silk crack across my nose. She then pulled herself off then took a seat placing my nose back behind her behind. As I gasped for breath she released an sbd. She grunted as the lengthy fart caused me to gag and thrash, but she only laughed. "Man I can do whatever I want to you down there." She bragged sitting back once again fully covering me in her stink and darkness, "I'm not even working anymore I've fully dedicated this to making this the most torturous experience for you."

"That being said," She rose then ripped the tape off my mouth." I gasped for air as she sat back down landing on my chest just at the edge of the chair.

"MOM!" I screamed, "STOP THIS IS UNBEARABLE!" My ear splitting rage and fear made her laugh as she only placed her hand over my screaming mouth.

"Oh hush this is your punishment, you need to get used to mommy's gas anyway, with you complaining all the time." I tried to shake my head from her hand but she clung it in place with her powerful grip.

"Just wait for this new game." She smiled as she held onto my face but rose her behind off my chest and back over my face.

""MMMMpppnoo...mmpphomm...Pppleeefffff." I muffled under her hand as the silk fabric which had ridden up her deep butt crack was displayed for me to see. My mom tightly squeezed my cheeks opening my mouth widely then sat slowly. Her weight and position perfectly locked my jaw wide open and wrapped my lips over most of her butt crack keeping my mouth wide open and against the silk. My nose was in the usual position but a bit higher as the source of her gas was located....

OH NO!

I thrashed as the soon to be new experience for me consisted of my mom farting into my mouth as I smelled it. "I thought you could go for some mexican food." She giggled as I screamed into her rump. "Just don't swallow to much or you won't have room for your sister's.

I wailed up and down trying to break free as my mom didn't even turn to look into my horrified face. Pppppffffffbrrrrrrrrrpssssssssssbrpt The beany gas went directly into my mouth as I screamed from the taste and smell which still invaded my nostrils.

The raw flavor which torturously wrapped around my tongue and stroked at my taste buds made me gag badly causing my torso to arch upwards. "You have always disliked my cooking." She spoke trying not to laugh as her son writhed under her gas.

"Mmmm how about another taste?" She murmured as I screamed for mercy. I was only forced to choke down another dose of her gas as she just laughed wiggling her legendary behind making my jaw pop from the weight.

"Okay sweaty I have a proposition for you." My eyes remained tightly closed from the absolute torture surrounding my taste buds but my ears perked up. "If you let me sit on your face every time I work when you get home from school, I won't make you do this the entire day tomorrow." I moaned from both options, "Also before bed every night until I'm finally ready to forgive you. Sound like a deal?" I groaned but she took it her way, "Okay good, can't wait I already love my new seat cushion."

She chuckled looking back at me with her mischievous Cleopatric eyes. "You're really going to have to get used to this." She smirked.

PART 3

She continued to fart on me throughout the rest of the afternoon. It was several hours later, when she finally got off, that I collapsed on the ground in an exhausted, dry heaving mess. Giving me no breaks she shoved her disgusting rank toes into my gagging mouth causing me to nearly vomit all over the floor. After a couple minutes I felt my mom dragging my semi-conscious self downstairs to the main room.

She laid me down in front of the couch then briefly left the room. I was too exhausted and felt way too sick to even stand up. Even turning my head to the side caused me to see stars. I don't think I'd survive smelling anyone else's ass.

My mom returned, she had brought out a board and a long box. The board had a hole the size of a face cut into one side and the long box was about the size of me. It looked kind of like a coffin, which was fitting because I felt dead.

Her strong arms picked me up and laid me face up in the coffin. My head was elevated by a hard pad which jutted out from the bottom and kept my face above the edge of the casket. She quickly strapped me down with various belts and straps located in the box as well.

The board was then placed on top of me and positioned so my face protruded from the hole. I noticed then that the board fit perfectly like a lid to the coffin. On either side long curves were cut out to make room for someone's legs when they sat on the victims face. To torture me further she had created this device in the past clearly planning on using it someway.

"Your sister is almost home and to keep you busy I think a little foot sniffing is what we'll be doing." I weakly begged for her to stop. My head was already spinning and the sharp cheesy odor of her sweaty nylons on my nose was the last thing I wanted. It was no use as she sat on the couch behind me and placed both her feet on my exposed face.

Although I had spent most of my day being inflated with my mom's farts, for some reason the ten to fifteen minutes under her feet made me gag the most. It was more than likely due to the state of my stomach from all the gas, but my body was wrenching from the stench. I had to swallow the liquids coming from my stomach multiple times to keep from drowning in my puke. My mom didn't seem to care at all.

About half way through the foot sniffing she taped my mouth shut again to keep from hearing my gagging. This of course made it way worse for me but she continued to quietly watch tv. I also noticed that she wasn't even close to empty on gas and farted various times into the couch cushion. The loud rumbles from behind my head made me shudder remembering the horrors of the past.

After a few minutes my nose finally adjusted to the stench of her toes. Unlike her butt which introduced me to a new stink every couple of minutes....or seconds. Her feet were one stink and for a brief moment I felt a tingle of triumph.

The feeling fleeted as she slide her foot up and placed her heel against my nostrils. The fresh stink was sucked into my nostrils causing me to groan, my cries made her smile from behind her book as she wiggled her toes and bobbed her foot up and down on my nose. "Looks like I've got a stinky heel." She cooed.

She stretched out her feet placing them further down the board and off my face. "Damn," She sighed, "I don't know how you're still breathing from everything that's been on your face." She laughed, "I mean my farting ass crack, then my feet. You've been tortured for hours. And you've still got your sister."

I began to deeply fear what was to come. If the smell of my mom's feet was making me this sick. My sister was going to kill me. As I thought this I heard the front door swing open and a loud shrill laugh.

My sister was almost as tall as my mother being only six foot one, and instead of dark brown hair she had jet black locks which fell over her shoulders. Her bright green eyes stood out from her pale skin. She was wearing light blue jeggings with long stretch marks and holes in the thighs where her bountiful amounts of booty had stretched them to the breaking point. She had a very bulbous behind certainly enough to match my mother's.

The only reason why mom's gas was so infamous was because she wasn't afraid to let it out, My nineteen year old sister, being still relatively young, hadn't fully matured enough to not be afraid to gas up a room. I had in fact smelled one or two and that was enough to know that I DEFINITELY didn't want my face under those jeans.

"Well, well, well..." She waltzed over to us her hands on her hips smiling widely. "Mom you really strapped him down. This is HILARIOUS." She let out another loud laugh then ended it by pulling her jeans up higher on her jiggly ass.

"Honey you will not believe how fun it is to fart on him."

"Oh I can believe it, especially since he complains so much about it." She grinned getting even closer to me. I moaned softly into the tape as she approached.

"Amber you've got his face all to yourself, I farted on him all morning and afternoon."

"Is he really tight?" She raised an eyebrow looking down at my face.

"He can't move a muscle." My mom giggle squatting her sweaty butt directly over my nose. Amber, my sister, watched in awe as my mom let out a long gut turning bubbly fart. The gas blew into my nose and straight into my eyes for several seconds. Immediately my head spun as it was filled with more of my mother's farts.

"See if he could move he wouldn't have taken my fart straight on." Adding insult to injury she then rubbed my nose slowly down her butt crack before standing up.

"I can't believe my luck." Amber sighed happily bending down so her face was near mine. "Aren't you happy little bro? Now there's no way you can get away from me." Amber always had a reason to be mad at me. No matter if it was for going into her room without permission or eating some of her "specially marked" food in the pantry, she was always looking for new ways to punish me.

She was actually the first in the family to threaten me with anything close to what my mom had been doing to me all day. I remember going into her room when she wasn't in there trying to steal a phone charger. After about a minute of searching she walked in. Immediately she tackled me and pinned me down to her bed.

Before I could scream she covered my mouth with her hand and told me that if she ever caught me in there again she could have mom fart on me. That scared me so bad I never went in there again. But, now being face to ass with my mom was no longer a horrible threat. It was a cruel, now daily, reality, and my sister was joining in on the fun.

My nose was pressed perfectly, nostrils to jegging seam, to my sister's ass. She groaned contently being able to get off her feet for the day. My eyes were left uncovered and I watched as my mom left the room and went into the kitchen. She returned with a Tupperware container filled with a dark brown sludgy liquid.

"Oooo I didn't know we still had chili!" My sister cheered taking the container from my smiling mother.

"Just for you, baby." She laughed sitting down on the couch behind us. I didn't even have the energy to scream. The second my nose had been plastered to that ass I had given up on anything other than trying not to vomit. The smell from her butt alone was a horrendous mixture of sweat and beans. It was a thick rich stench that filled my head with a deep dizzy feeling and made my lungs heavy. She hadn't even farted yet.

I felt something tap the back of my head then realized it was my mom's feet. After getting my attention she spoke. "Make sure you wake up on time tomorrow." Her coy remark wasn't very appreciated at that moment. I tried to nod weakly but the immoveable booty on my face made it impossible. Instead I just sniffed like a good fart cushion.

"Yeah tomorrow is my day off so if he does sleep in can I sit on him more?" My sister turned around looking at her eyes pleadingly.

"Sweetie..." My mom sounded unsure. I felt a bit hopefully for the first time all day but she crushed my dreams, "We'll have to make a schedule to share him because he's already my fart smeller when I'm working on the computer."

"Okay! that's around the afternoon...so how about he's my fart smeller in the morning. That way I can watch tv in my pj's while he sniffs whatever my morning farts have got for him."

"Perfect! Then we can take turns at night."

Are they seriously discussing this? I don't even think I'll live that long. I tried one last time weakly pulling at my arms and legs. The box didn't budge at all I was trapped completely at their will. Knowing Amber she'd keep we tied up and fart on me all night just so I wouldn't wake up tomorrow.

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrpttt........

Out of absolutely no where a deep rumbling burst of gas exploded from her jeggings. The fabric became blisteringly hot burning whatever nose hairs I still had left. "Ooo, that was a good one." Amber grunted letting out any excess gas from within her.

"Oh damn sweetie..." My mom laughed plugging her nose.

"Yeah think of what he's going through." Amber shook her butt on my face slapping me hard with both cheeks. She then sank back down plunging my nose back into her warm sweaty abyss.

Prrrttttsss....Prbttt....Rbtttt.........

I groaned into my sibling's plump rear but was only answered with another short fart. She bounced sending waves of pain into my nose. She farted mercilessly for a long time. At some point my mother left and my sister just continued to fart. The only strength I had left in my body was quickly drained away as she ripped off my tape and forced me to kiss her butt. I was so broken she even got me to thank her for farting.

By around 1 in the morning I had my lips firmly planted on her ass and my nose sniffing deeply when she farted. Apparently she had a hidden kinky side because forced me to call her "Princess" and made me say other various humiliating things. I just wanted this to be over.

I was humiliated from literally kissing her ass. I was absolutely sick to my stomach from ingesting nothing today but my mom and my sister's ass blasts. Speaking of which, because she clearly hadn't had enough. For another solid hour my sister sat with my mouth wide open. After I of course was forced to beg her to fart in my mouth she "gifted" me by agreeing. A single tear streamed down my eye as her loud wet farts echoed in my mouth. I tried to move away but found that I of course could not.

The only break I got was when she briefly got up to get more food and change into her pj's. They were soft pink cotton pants with red flowers all over them. They definitely didn't smell like flowers.

I was forced to smell, eat, kiss, and worship her ass for who knows how long. It wasn't until I heard my mom come downstairs that my heart died. My sister let out a long particularly nasty sounding explosion of a fart just as my mother walked into the room. Acting like nothing weird was happening she quickly said,

"School bus gets here in thirty minutes. If you're not ready You'll be home with us all day."

I suddenly felt a new surge of energy. I could make it if I ran to get ready. Sure I would smell GOD AWFUL and I would more than likely spend all my classes hurling in the bathroom, but I wouldn't have to endure this torture any longer. My mom left the room and I waited for my sister to get off of me.

However...she didn't. Instead she just let out a quite hot fart. I began to thrash around violently but still my situation hadn't changed.

"Sorry bro, I'm too comfortable. If you can get out I won't stop you. But it looks like you like it down there as much as I like it up here." She rubbed her soft booty in my face as I moaned loudly.

LIKE IT DOWN HERE?! I've been under her disgusting ass all night and under my mom's all day. Please dear god I wanted to just go to the bathroom and hurl. I couldn't take another-

Brrrrrrrrrpppppptttttt...........

"Ewww, that was a wet one. Something came out with that." Amber giggled as I screamed into the mounds of flesh above me. Suddenly her face lit up.

"Wait I got it bro, that last fart definitely did something. If you lick me clean, I'll get up and let you go to school. Deal?"

I moaned in agony. What had to be done had to be done. I nodded and she excitedly pulled down her pjs. Her pink thong went down along with them and she sat fully naked on my face. My tongue reluctantly licked her ass. The best way to describe what I had to lick up was fart juice. The gross yellowish liquid that comes out when you have really wet farts. I had to practically drink the disgusting vile concoction of my sister's fart juice and sweat. After ten solid minutes of thorough ass licking I stopped.

Instead of getting up she looked down at me with a confused expression on her face.

"Uhhh, you aren't done bro."

"Mmph??" I moaned my mouth filled with flesh.

"I said when it's clean." I was confused until her face scrunched up and an even bigger wetter fart exploded into my mouth. I gagged as fart juice seeped under my tongue and drenched the back of my throat. I was unable to continue licking instead I just gagged for the rest of the time until I heard the school bus drive by.

"Oh well." Amber shrugged pulling up her pants. She reached behind her grabbing some tape to shut my mouth again then sat back down on her fart cushion.