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Happy Halloween
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: October 2007


It was late one night, just a few days before Halloween when my sister went to a small Halloween party one of her classmates was throwing. I had always hated Halloween because I never really liked to be scared if I could avoid it but my sister loved Halloween and all things morbid. Any ways, it was about 11:45 p.m. when I got the call to come pick her up. I drove down the upper class neighborhood until I reached the house. It was highly decorated featuring red spot lights on the house, a full grave yard, spooky sound effects, you know the whole enchilada. I walked to the front door which was open and stepped inside. I looked around for someone but didn’t see anything but I heard voices so I walked towards them. I walked through the kitchen and rounded the corner to run right into a bar where 5 ladies sat, one of them on top of the bar counter. The women looked at me and I did the same with them, especially the one on the bar because I had noticed her top was extremely low cut, her large breasts protruding a lot out of the “Sexy Little Red Riding Hood” top she wore.

“Hi, you must be a parent for one of the younger kids?”

“Uh….” I paused, still caught off guard by this woman’s attire, “Brother actually.”

“Ah, well I am Hannah’s mom. My name is Victoria.” As she stepped off the bar I noticed with my questioning eyes that she also wore a very short skirt. I quickly looked away and up to her face so I did not appear perverted and I could see that she grinned slightly, probably knowing what I had been ogling. She walked up to me and firmly grabbed my hand, leading me back to the entry way and up the stairs. As she ascended the stairs, her skirt kicked up a little revealing to me that she was not wearing any panties. I thought this was very strange but giving the circumstances at which I met a mother in this attire nothing really seemed that normal. Before I knew it, I stood in what appeared to be the house’s master bedroom.

“Uh….where’s my sister.” Victoria did not respond, she just pushed me hard onto her large king sized bed. I was stunned for a moment and when I finally recovered and turned around she was already straddling my chest.

“It has been a while since I did this, most of the other parents came earlier and together so I never got the chance but you…you came alone. Thank you; now I can finally do what I have been itching to do.”

“What’s that?” I asked, while fighting for her to get off me. She did not answer my question; she just slapped a piece of duct tape over my mouth and turned around, slowly approaching my face with her perfect, uncovered ass. I became slightly aroused by this young mother’s lovely bottom but seconds later, her ass encased my face with her short skirt draped over my head. She wiggled around a bit, forcing me farther up her butt. It was about this time that I noticed a god awful smell that hung in the air in her ass. I fought for my freedom, wildly flailing my arms and legs but it was no use, she had me right where she wanted me but for what? I was soon about to find out. PPPPPRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBTTT! The sound was horrible and the air blew on my face with what felt like the force of hurricane winds. What hit my last was the smell and it smelled…BAD as I was forced to breathe in through my nose her noxious fumes. I struggled for a few seconds but, knowing it was futile I stopped and took in the rest of her gassy expulsion. She ran her fingers through my hair like a nurturing mother, clearly enjoying of the sniffing job I was doing. BRRRRRPPPPP! She let another blast go, this one worse than the last on all accounts, causing me to cough and gag but she, unyieldingly, held her sitting position on my face. She leaned forward slightly, allowing me to breathe some fresh air but it was a trick as she blew another horrible blast as I took deep breaths of the air around me. The smell was too much and then she sat back down on my face. I knew that I could not take much more of this and I knew I didn’t want to either. Suddenly and before I could even gather my thoughts from the last blast, Victoria pressed hard, down on my stomach, forcing me to expel all my air and as I breathed in, RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTT! She farted directly into my breathing pattern, forcing me to take in her ass gas as essential oxygen. The smell was quickly overpowering me and just as my vision began to blur she got up and pulled me out of her bed. She dragged me over to the room where my sister sat watching Full House with Hannah, unaware of what just happened. My legs shook as I tried to stand but I managed and my sister and I walked slowly down the stairs and out the door.

“Hope to see you again sometime,” Victoria yelled from the top of the stairs as she laughed.

The cool, fresh air of the night hit me but it could not save me from my oxygen deficiency. I collapsed on the steps outside of Hannah’s house. When I woke up, 5 minutes later, I sat in my car, my sister yelling at me to go. I started the car and drove home, still dazed by everything almost thinking it was a dream but knowing it was all too real.

A few days later, I went to pick up my sister from school. As I found her in the mass of kids in a hurry to get home, I looked over to my left to see Hannah’s mom standing there. She made eye contact with me and I quickly turned away, my sister’s hand in mine, and hustled back to my car. I did not have to turn around to know Victoria had an ear to ear grin on her face as she watched me practically running back to my car.

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