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Lessons in Purpose
Author: Closet FetishistWritten: May 12, 2025
Sharon glances down at her son Nick struggling under her generous rump as she continues her phone call with his teacher. “Oh yes, Ms. Johnson, I completely agree. Young Nicky here has been falling behind in his studies lately. I think some extra discipline is in order…” She shifts her weight, grinding her ass cheeks against Nick 's face as she lets out another rancid fart directly into his flaring nostrils. The pungent stench fills his sinuses, making his eyes water. Pppfffrrrttttttt! “Oh my, excuse me! I must have had too much fiber this morning,” Sharon says with a knowing chuckle. “Now, as I was saying, perhaps Nick should stay after class for some one-on-one tutoring sessions. I'm sure a firm hand and some close attention will set him straight.”
As the conversation continues, Sharon reaches back with her free hand and roughly grabs Nick's hair, pulling his face deeper into her crack. “Mmmm, yes, that's it. Get your nose in there, you little worm,” she growls under her breath, careful not to let Ms. Johnson hear. “Sniff my asshole like the pathetic little boy you are. Nnngghh!” She grinds harder, smearing her fragrant butthole across Nick 's face as she feels his struggles intensify. “That's right, squirm for me. Fffrrrtttpppttt! Oooh yeah, breathe it in deep!”
Sharon's eyes roll back in pleasure as she dominates Nick, reveling in her complete control over him. She knows he has no choice but to submit to her cruel whims, and the power is intoxicating. “Yes, Ms. Johnson, I think that's an excellent plan. We'll start the extra lessons this week.” She pauses, listening to the teacher's response, then lets out a throaty laugh. “Oh, don't you worry about that. I have my own methods of keeping Nick in line. He'll be a model student in no time, I guarantee it. Isn't that right, Nicky?”
Sharon releases her grip on Nick 's hair and lifts her ass just enough for him to gasp out a response. His face is beet red, glistening with sweat and smeared with her pungent anal musk. “Gaaahhhkkk! Y-yes, I'll be a good boy! I promise!” he sputters, coughing and gagging on the lingering stench of Sharon's farts.
A wicked grin spreads across Sharon's face as she hears Nick 's desperate plea. “Mmm, that's more like it,” she purrs into the phone, still keeping her ample rear hovering just inches above Nick 's face. She can feel his panicked breaths tickling her sensitive butthole. “Yes, Ms. Johnson, I have complete faith in Nick 's ability to improve. With the proper motivation, of course.” Ppppfffrrrtttt! She punctuates her statement with another raunchy fart, the noxious gas blasting directly into Nick 's gaping mouth and nostrils. His body convulses beneath her in a futile attempt to escape the odious assault.
“Oooh fuck yeah, snort it up, fart slave!” Sharon growls, grinding her ass in slow, deliberate circles over Nick 's contorted face. Her moist labia slips back and forth across his nose, leaving a glistening trail of pussy juice. “Inhale the ripe stench of my asshole. Let it permeate every cell in your pathetic body. You're nothing but my personal toilet, a worthless shit-sniffing worm destined to grovel at my glorious ass!” Lost in her twisted euphoria, Sharon almost forgets she's still on the phone. Ms. Johnson's tinny voice snaps her back to the conversation. “Oh! Ahem, sorry about that. Minor discipline issue. Hahaha!” She clears her throat, regaining her composure. “Yes, I'll have Nick report for his first tutoring session tomorrow after school.”
The next morning, during the drive to school, Sharon keeps Nick 's face firmly planted in the driver's seat, his nose wedged deep between her voluptuous ass cheeks. She grinds her hips back and forth, smearing her acrid anus all over his face as she navigates the morning traffic. “Mmmm, nothing like a little face-sitting to start the day off right, eh Nicky?” Pppfffrrrtttt! She rips a juicy fart directly into his mouth, forcing him to gulp down her noxious gas. “Oooh yeah, that's it. Swallow my farts like a good little slave. Let them churn in your guts, reminding you of your place beneath my perfect ass!”
As they pull up to the school, Sharon lifts her hips just enough for Nick to gasp for air. “Now listen up, shit-sniffer,” she growls, reaching back to grip his hair painfully. “You're going to be on your best behavior today, understand? No slacking off in class, no talking back to your teachers. And if I hear even a whisper of you misbehaving…” She slams her ass down hard, smothering him once more as she grinds her ass crack over his nose. Fffrrrtttppptttt! “I'll make sure my ass becomes your permanent face mask. Got it?”
Nick nods frantically, his muffled pleas for mercy barely audible beneath the fleshy seal of Sharon's rump. She chuckles darkly, enjoying the feeling of his pathetic struggles. “Good boy. Now, I expect you to get straight A's on your upcoming exams. Anything less, and you'll be spending your summer break with your nose glued to my shithole. Mmmm, wouldn't that be a treat?” She wiggles her hips, smearing her moist pussy lips across his lips and chin.
Finally, Sharon relents with an irritated sigh and climbs off of Nick 's face, allowing him to slide out from under her and head to class.
Nick walks into Ms. Johnson's class right as the bell rings. Ms. Johnson locks her steely gaze on Nick as he sheepishly takes a seat as his desk in the third row. A wicked smile plays at the corners of her lips, and she slowly stalks toward him, her high heels clicking menacingly on the linoleum floor. “Nick! Step to the front of the classroom and get on your knees, face to the sky.” Ms. Johnson follows right behind Nick as he slowly, unsurely rises from his desk and walks to the front of the room. He keeps his back to the class as he drops himself onto his knees and then turns his face upward, his expression fearful and nervous in such a vulnerable pose.
“Class, look who decided to grace us with his presence,” she purrs, circling around Nick 's kneeling form like a hungry predator. “You know the rules, Nick. Tardiness is unacceptable in my classroom. And now, you'll face the consequences.” She stops in front of him, towering over his upturned face with her hands on her wide hips.
The other students watch in breathless anticipation, some snickering under their breath at Nick's predicament. “Your mother has given me full permission to discipline you as I see fit,” Ms. Johnson declares loudly, ensuring everyone in the room can hear. She circles around to stand in front of Nick’s kneeling body. “And I think it's time for a little demonstration of what happens to naughty boys who can't follow simple instructions.” With that, she turns her back to Nick , her plump ass mere inches from his face. She reaches back and hikes up her tight skirt, revealing the lacy black panties straining to contain her ample cheeks.
“Open wide, tardy boy. It's time for your punishment.” Pppfffrrrtttt! She rips a loud, juicy fart directly into Nick 's gaping mouth, forcing him to inhale her pungent gas. The stench is overwhelming, a bitter mixture of rotten eggs and spoiled cabbage that makes his eyes water and his stomach churn. Ms. Johnson chuckles darkly as she grinds her ass against Nick's face, smearing her putrid ass crack all over his nose and lips. “Mmm, that's it. Breathe it in, you little shit-sniffer. Let the stench of my asshole permeate every cell in your pathetic body.” Fffrrrtttppptttt! Another rancid fart explodes from her ass.
Ms. Johnson smirks down at Nick's contorted face, his muffled screams and gurgles only spurring her on. She wiggles her hips, grinding her moist panties against his nose and lips as she continues her lecture. “Mmmm, that's right, you ungrateful little worm. I'm sacrificing my own comfort to sit on your worthless face, all for the sake of your education.” Pppfffrrrtttt! She rips another raunchy fart, the pungent gas blasting directly into Nick's nostrils and making his eyes water. “Ooooh fuck yeah, sniff that ripe ass! Let it sear itself into your puny brain!”
The other students watch in a mix of awe and disgust as Ms. Johnson dominates Nick, her voluptuous ass engulfing his entire face. Some can't help but laugh at his predicament, while others squirm uncomfortably in their seats, some secretly aroused by the lewd display. One student discreetly rubs himself under his desk watching the sordid display in stunned arousal.
“Now class, as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted…” Ms. Johnson continues, acting as if sitting on a student's face is a perfectly normal occurrence. “The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. It's responsible for generating the vast majority of the cell's supply of adenosine triphosphate, or ATP, which is the primary energy currency for all cellular processes.” Mmmmnnnggghhh! She grinds harder against Nick's face, smearing her body juices all over his lips and chin as she feels another fart brewing in her bowels.
Ffffrrrtttppptttt! “Oooh yes, snort that bitch!” Nnnggghhaaahhh! Ms. Johnson's eyes roll back in ecstasy as she lets the long, wet fart rip directly into Nick's gaping mouth. The rancid stench fills his lungs, making him gag and retch beneath her. “Ahem, now, where was I? Oh yes, the inner membrane of the mitochondria is highly…” her voice trails off.
After half an hour of this cruel treatment, the Principal Helen walks in, she's a beautiful, shapely woman with a big fat ass and terrible IBS. Principal Helen's eyes widen as she takes in the depraved scene before her. Ms. Johnson, one of her most respected teachers, is seated atop a student's face, her ample ass smothering the poor boy's features. The pungent aroma of female flatulence hangs heavy in the air, a testament to the lewd act taking place. “Well,” Helen purrs, a wicked smile spreading across her full lips. “What do we have here? A little extra-curricular discipline, hmm?”
Ms. Johnson looks up, a flushed expression on her face as she continues to grind her moist panties against Nick's nose. “Ah, Principal Helen! Yes, young Nick here was late to class, and I was just administering a little corrective action. His mother has given full permission for us to use any means necessary to keep him in line.” She punctuates her statement with another juicy fart, the noxious gas blasting directly into Nick's gaping mouth. Ffffrrrtttppptttt! “Oooh yeah, sniff that ripe ass, you tardy little shit-sniffer!”
Helen nods approvingly, her own ample buttocks twitching beneath her tight skirt as she feels a familiar pressure building in her bowels. She rubs her gassy stomach, a look of discomfort passing over her beautiful features. “I see. Well, it just so happens that I'm in need of a little relief myself. The cafeteria's bean burritos are wreaking havoc on my insides.” Nnnggghhhh! She clenches her ass cheeks, fighting back the urge to fart.
Turning to Ms. Johnson, Helen gestures towards Nick's prone form. “Mind if I borrow your little toilet slave for a bit? I think a trip to the principal's office is in order. I have some... special disciplinary techniques of my own that I'd like to employ.” Her eyes glint with sadistic glee as she imagines the torments she'll soon inflict upon the hapless student. Ms. Johnson grins and finally lifts her sweaty butt off Nick's face, her skin sticking to his face as she peels away from him.
Nick pants and heaves desperately, falling onto all fours as his body shakes weakly from having to hold up his teacher's full weight. Before Nick can recover much at all, Helen grabs and drags Nick to his feet. She pulls him out of the classroom and along to her office, she notices the time on one of the school clocks and realizes she has a staff meeting over Zoom in less than 5 minutes. She races to her office dragging Nick along with her.
Principal Helen pushes Nick into her office and then shuts the door behind them, locking it. She pulls Nick along like a criminal and roughly yanks Nick’s head onto her office chair, flipping him onto his back with practiced ease. His head spins from the sudden movement, but before he can gather his bearings, Helen's massive ass descends upon his face like a fleshy avalanche.
Mmmmppphhhh! Nick's muffled screams are cut off as her plump cheeks engulf his features, smothering him in her musky warmth. The pungent aroma of her unwashed butthole fills his nostrils, making his eyes water and his stomach churn. Helen wiggles her hips, grinding her moist panties against Nick's nose and lips as she leans forward to wake up her computer. The chair creaks beneath their combined weight, threatening to buckle at any moment. She quickly opens Zoom and logs into the meeting, her heart racing with the thrill of her depraved act. “Listen up, shit-sniffer,” she growls under her breath, her voice low and menacing. “If you make even the slightest peep during this call, I'll make sure your pathetic face becomes my permanent toilet seat.” Nnnggghhhh! She clenches her ass cheeks, the pressure in her bowels is almost unbearable, a result of the cafeteria's notorious bean burritos. As the Zoom meeting begins, Helen puts on her most professional smile, greeting her colleagues with feigned enthusiasm. All the while, she grinds her ass harder against Nick's face, smearing her pungent juices all over his skin. “Mmmm, yes, I completely agree with your proposal, Ms. Robbins,” she says sweetly, even as she feels a particularly nasty fart brewing in her gut. Helen quickly hits the mute button, “Oooh, here it comes,” she mutters without trying to move too much on camera. Fffrrrtttppptttt! A long, wet fart explodes from her ass, the noxious gas blasting directly into Nick's mouth and nose. His body convulses beneath her, gagging and retching violently but desperately trying to keep as silent as possible.
Principal Helen cackles internally as she feels Nick writhing beneath her, his muffled gags and retches only spurring her on. She grinds her ass harder against his face, relishing the feeling of his nose buried deep between her sweaty cheeks. The pungent aroma of her unwashed asshole mingles with the lingering stench of her toxic farts, creating a noxious cocktail that assaults Nick's senses.
“Yes, Ms. Thompson, I think that's an excellent suggestion for the themed Halloween party,” Helen says sweetly into the microphone, her voice betraying none of the sadistic glee she feels. She suddenly feels the gassy pressure build up and she slaps the mute button right before… PpppffffffrrrttttBBBRRAAAPPPtttt!! “Oooh yes, sniff that fart, you pathetic worm!” she growls under her breath as another rancid blast erupts from her bowels. The wet, sloppy sound of her gas echoes obscenely in the small office, followed by Nick's desperate snorts and gurgles as he's forced to inhale the fetid stench.
Helen's pussy throbs with arousal, her ripe wetness soaking through her panties and smearing across Nick's lips. She reaches back with one hand, gripping his hair painfully as she pulls his face even deeper into her ass crack. “Mmmm, that's it, you little shit-sniffer. Worship my asshole like the toilet slave you are.” Ffffrrrtttppptttt!! Another juicy fart rips from her hole, the warm, moist gas enveloping Nick's features like a putrid cloud.
As the meeting continues, Helen maintains her full composure as far as any one on the call is concerned. She nods along to her colleagues' presentations even as she subjects Nick to the most depraved torment imaginable. She bounces on his face, grinding her moist pussy against his nose and lips, forcing him to breath in the heady scent of her arousal.
Principal Helen is so engrossed in her Zoom meeting that she barely notices the boy beneath her beginning to lose consciousness. She grinds her thick ass harder against Nick's face, smearing her pungent juices all over his features as she mutes herself and lets loose another heinous, bubbly fart. BbbbrrrraaaappppfffrrrttttSSSppplllrrrtttt!!
Nick let’s out a muffled, sickening gurgle as his body goes limp. It's only when she feels his desperate struggles cease that Helen realizes something is amiss. She mutes her mic and shuts off her camera before she glances down, feigning concern as she takes in Nick's contorted face, his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth gaping open. “Oopsie! Looks like someone couldn't handle the full force of my toxic ass,” she giggles, wiggling her hips and grinding her sweaty butt against Nick's unresponsive lips. “Mmmm, but you make such a comfy seat, I think I'll keep you right where you are.” With a wicked grin, Helen sits back down on Nick's unconscious face, her plump cheeks engulfing his features once more.
Helen reaches for the school phone as she’s scrolling through the directory on her computer until she finds Nick’s mother's number. As the phone rings, she bounces lightly on Nick's head, relishing the feeling of his slack mouth pressed against her moist panties. “Hello, Ms. McCormick? This is Principal Helen,” she says sweetly, stifling a moan as another fart brews in her bowels. “I'm afraid there's been a bit of an incident with your son. He seems to have... passed out during a disciplinary session.” Ffffrrrtttppptttt!! “Yes, that's right, he couldn't handle the punishment.” She grinds harder, smearing her ass all over Nick's face as she speaks. “I think it would be best if you came to collect him.”
Later, as Nick's eyes flutter open, he's greeted by the sinister smiles of Principal Helen, Ms. Johnson, and his mother Sharon looming over him. Their faces are twisted with sadistic glee, relishing in his disorientation and humiliation.Sharon sneers, her icy blue eyes boring into her son's soul, “Did you enjoy your little nap, shit-sniffer? I hope you're well-rested, because we've got a long ride home ahead of us. And you're going to spend every second of it with your pathetic face buried in my ass.”
Ms. Johnson and Helen cackle in unison, their laughter echoing cruelly in Nick's ears. “He couldn't even handle a little face-sitting from his principal,” Ms. Johnson taunts, her lips curled in a mocking smile. “What a weak, useless little worm. It's no wonder he's failing all his classes.” Helen nods in agreement, her arms crossed over her ample bosom. “Indeed. But don't worry, Sharon, we'll make sure he receives plenty of extra-curricular discipline from now on. His face will become a permanent fixture in our offices, a human toilet seat for us to use as we please.”
Sharon's eyes glint with wicked anticipation as she reaches down and grabs Nick by the hair, yanking him roughly to his feet. “Mmmm, I like the sound of that. But now, I need to get my own rocks off. Mommy's ass is in dire need of some worship, and this little shit-sniffer is going to provide it.” Sharon clenches her ass cheeks, holding back a big fart so she can release it on Nick’s face. “Thank you very much ladies. Nick will see you again tomorrow,” Sharon says as she drags Nick out of the office, her fingers tangled painfully in his hair.
She marches him through the empty halls of the school, past the rows of lockers and classrooms, until they reach the parking lot. Nick stumbles along behind her, his head spinning and his stomach churning with dread. Sharon opens the driver’s side car door and roughly shoves Nick's head down onto the driver's seat of her SUV, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she watches him squirm in discomfort. She climbs into the vehicle, her thick thighs straddling his face as she positions her ample ass directly over his mouth and nose. “Mmmm, that's it, you little shit-sniffer. Get ready to worship Mommy's divine anus like the pathetic toilet slave you are,” she growls, grinding her moist panties against his face.
Nick's muffled screams are cut off as Sharon's plump cheeks engulf his features, smothering him in her fragrant warmth. The pungent aroma of her unwashed ass fills his nostrils, making his eyes water and his stomach churn. He tries to turn his head to the side, desperate for even a tiny gasp of fresh air, but Sharon's thick thighs hold him firmly in place. “Uh uh uh, there's no escape for you, my little toilet boy. Nnnggghhhh, oooh fuck, here it comes!” Sharon clenches her ass cheeks, finally releasing the massive fart she's been holding in since Helen's office. BBBBRRRRAAAAAPPPPPffffffrrrrtttttSSSppppllllrrrrttttt!! The wet, sloppy sound of her rancid gas reverberates through the SUV, followed by Nick's desperate, panicked snorting as he's forced to inhale the fetid stench.
Nick's body convulses beneath her, gagging and retching as the noxious fumes invade his lungs. His eyes bulge out of their sockets, tears streaming down his face. Sharon just laughs, bouncing on his face and grinding her butt against his lips, forcing him to taste her pungent juices. “That's it, sniff that fart, you pathetic worm! Worship my ass like the disgusting little shit-sniffer you are!”
Nick could already feel himself fading again, overwhelmed completely by his mother's toxic flatulence filling him up. Sharon cackles sadistically as she feels Nick's body going limp beneath her, his desperate struggles growing weaker by the second. She grinds her butt crack harder against his face, relishing the feeling of his slack mouth and nose pressed firmly against her pungent holes. “Awww, is my little toilet slave having trouble breathing? Mmmm, too bad, because Mommy's ass has so much more gas to give you.” She clenches her thick ass cheeks, letting loose another rancid blast of flatulence directly into Nick's mouth and nostrils. BBBfffrrraaaappppttttSSSppppllllrrrrttttt!! The warm, moist fart envelops his face like a putrid cloud, filling his lungs with its noxious fumes.
Ffffrrrtttppptttt!! “Ooooh yessss, I can feel you fading away beneath me, your worthless life slipping away with each blast of my gas.” Sharon bounces on Nick's face, grinding her dripping pussy against his nose as she rides out her depraved climax. Her juices gush forth, mixing with the lingering stench of her farts and the dank aroma of her unwashed ass to create a truly vile cocktail.
Nick's body twitches weakly, his eyes rolling back in his head as the lack of oxygen takes its toll. His chest heaves and his limbs spasm, but Sharon's full weight keeps him pinned firmly in place, smothering him into unconsciousness. The pungent stench of her ass, combined with the thick, humid fog of her toxic farts, is simply too much for him to handle.
As Nick's body goes completely limp, Sharon lets out a final, triumphant fart; as wet and as sloppy as her orgasm. With a final, shuddering moan, Sharon collapses onto Nick's unconscious form, her body spent from the intense climax. She pants heavily, her massive breasts heaving with each labored breath as she comes down from the high of sexual release.
Beneath her, Nick's face remains buried in the sweaty crevice of her ample ass cheeks, his slack mouth pressed firmly against her twitching butthole. “Mmmm, fuck yes, that was just what Mommy needed,” Sharon purrs, grinding her sopping wet pussy against the Nick's unresponsive features. She shifts position slightly, smearing her bodily juices across his hair and relishing the feeling of total domination. “Nothing beats the sensation of a worthless male's face trapped between my cheeks, his pathetic life snuffed out by the sheer power of my toxic farts.” Ffffrrrtttppptttt!! “Ooooh yesss, sniff that gas, you little shit-sniffer, even in your unconscious state.”
Sharon savors the moment a while longer, bouncing on Nick's face and letting loose a few more wet, sloppy farts for good measure. BBBBRRRRAAAAAPPPPPffffffrrrrtttttSSSppppllllrrrrttttt!! The rancid stench fills the SUV, mingling with the heady aroma of her dripping cunt and unwashed butthole. Finally, with a contented sigh, she lifts herself off of Nick's motionless form, smirking down at his contorted features. “Aww, poor little toilet slave, all tuckered out from servicing Mommy's glorious ass. Don't worry, you'll have plenty more opportunities to worship me. After all, Mommy's needs are never fully satisfied.”
She gives Nick's face a final, condescending pat before using one hand to lower her panties before sliding back into the driver's seat, making sure to position his head so that her asshole is resting comfortably on his slack lips. “Mmmm, much better. Now Mommy can enjoy the feeling of her toilet slave's mouth as she drives us home."
And with that, Sharon starts her SUV and the engine roars to life like a dominant mother lion.