Timmy was visiting his new friend and classmate Lou's place for the first time ever. Well, one of his places.
Lou's parents had separated a couple of years before and had now each their own apartments. Timmy had the 'honor' of visiting Lou's mother now, the one living closest.

Lou had been apprehensive about inviting Timmy over to his mother for some reason but Timmy had hard-balled his friend into letting him come over. Lou had said it was a small apartment and that there was nothing to do at his mom's place but he had once mentioned she had all the tv-channels in the world so hell yeah Timmy was coming over.

Now that he was there this Friday evening after eating dinner at home, he thought back to what his friend had said.

The apartment was incredibly tiny. The livingroom they entered into only fitted a couch, recliner, table and a TV, not much else. Not only that, it was kind of messy as well. There were clothes a little here and there and empty beer bottles gilded the livingroom table. Finally, there was Lou's mom, Nova.

Nova Ryder, 5'6 feet tall, was a former rebellious daughter with hippies for parents and currently 30 years old. She was beautiful but could have looked much better if she'd just taken care of herself a bit better. She was the actor Morena Baccarin's slightly trashy face and body double, with long but messy, black hair, slightly tired eyes, a carefree smile on her face and currently wearing black leggings and a white, grease-stained tanktop, both riddled with smaller holes. On her feet were two different kinds of socks and lastly, her humor seemed to fit in with her general style.

"Hiya, wazzup little dudes!" She had excitedly appeared to greet them. "Timmy, right? I've heard about you! Just so you know, Lou here loves to smell mommy's butt, just so you know!" She told Timmy in a loud whisper, acting like it was this huge secret.

"Mom, please quit it! No, I don't love her butt, Timmy."

"Aaaaah, don't say that! Who knows, perhaps you get lucky and get to smell my farts later."

With a wink, Nova chuckled obnoxiously and left for the kitchen. Timmy had giggled at her comments but couldn't help watching her leave when she had turned around. Her skintight leggings hugged her nice, round butt as it bounced from side to side with excessive movements, hypnotizing like one of those 'Newton's cradle'.
Just half a year earlier, a pretty young teacher had bent over in front of Timmy at school and awaken him as a butt person. Since then, he couldn't stop thinking about the backsides of girls. In the arguments at school among the guys, he advocated butts over boobs with an iron will.

Now, as a butt-person, Timmy had found the best one he'd seen so far in life.
When Nova disappeared around the corner, he let out a sigh. Lou beside him hissed a whisper.

"Hey! Just so you know, she's lying. I don't like to smell her butt! It's gross! She's the worst!"

"I don't know." Timmy scratched his neck all relaxed. "I think she seems cool."

"Aaaah, no! She's not cool! The only thing she CAN be is disgusting! Just wait and see."

With that, they took place in the livingroom and turned on the TV. Lou sat in the fancy recliner while Timmy took the remaining couch. Indeed, they did have a lot of channels. Not everyone in the whole world but still, many.
Only a couple of minutes later, Lou's mom came back into the room from the kitchen.

"Zup, fellas? What are you watching?"

"Cartoons," Lou muttered.

"Cool! Cool... I'll join ya! Just gonna get me a beer."

Lou muttered audibly for himself as his mom went for the kitchen again. Timmy watched her well-shaped, wiggling butt in her smooth leggings again before he turned to his friend, who he thought was overreacting.
"Hey, it's cool for her to watch with us, right?"

"Yeah, if she keeps to the couch!" Lou said a bit irritated. "And if she tries to sit on me here, we two use the couch while she sits here."

Timmy giggled. "Does she sometimes sit on you?"

"Yeah! Everyday!" Lou said, his hands forming tense claws that shook with anger. "She thinks its funny! I don't."

"I think it sounds funny?" Timmy mentioned, imagining being sat on by Nova. His cheeks went rosy at the thought. "She seems funnier than my mom, at least."

"I hope she sits on you, then. Perhaps fart, too." Lou scoffed and leaned back into the recliner.

Timmy had a thought, then. Nothing that'd ever crossed his mind before. Lou's comment had stirred something in him.
Perhaps Timmy wouldn't mind if Lou's nice-looking mom would fart on him.
He wanted her to sit on him, sure. He wanted her to cover his whole body with her adult butt and adult weight, crushing him, but the thought of her farting on him had him curious like a monkey! Farts were really funny. It was smelly gas coming from the ass but girl-farts had to smell better, right? Besides, butts were great! By logic, shouldn't farts be great, too? They were funny and came from the butt! He was thinking hard, tapping his chin like a philosopher...

Nova came back into the living room, one beer in each hand, and Timmy, ever the strategist, quickly stretched out over the whole couch, not letting a single spot be free.
Nova, seeing her son in the recliner and his friend taking up the whole couch with arms stretched out, pouted at her son.

"Aaaw. I thought you wanted to smell my butt on the couch." She said and bit her lip in a joking manner before turning to her son's friend. "Timmy, have I ever told you? Lou likes to smell mommy's ass! He can't get enough of it!"
After her joke, she stretched out her tongue at her son in a smile and shook her hips while lifting her two beers. She was not exactly portraying a mature role model nor a good parent at the moment and Lou was visibly embarrassed, something that his mother completely disregarded and only thought was funny. He didn't dare to shout at his mom though but luckily, an idea formed in his mind. Lou grinned.

"Mom, sit with Timmy on the couch. No, sit ON him. He said you sitting on people was funny."

"Oh, did you now?" She turned back to Timmy with a curious smile. "If you think it's funny, perhaps it would be okay if I sit on you, right? I mean, you have taken up all of the couch. Where else am I supposed to sit?"

"Eeeehhh... uuuhhhh."
Not believing it was really happening, Timmy was left speechless, giving Nova enough time to giggle while turning around and carefully sitting down on his little body as to test his limits. Her butt, while relatively normal in size, was pretty big compared to Timmy, covering him from his bellybutton to his throat. Her leggings and buttcheeks were so soft and warm against his body, and that, coupled with the weight of her that gradually pushed Timmy down into the seats, had the little boy gasping in happiness. This was as great as he had imagined.

"Do you survive? Can you handle it?" Nova smiled wickedly after placing one beer on the table in front of her with the other one in her hand.

"Uhh... URGH! I'm dying! Ahhh!"

Timmy's clearly faked act of panic had the mother smiling and rolling her eyes. Lou was laughing by the side, happy he himself was spared and even happier that his friend was tasting the same medicine he had been forced to endure for so long. Innocent, youthful malice at work.

"Hey, buddy, are you cold?" Ignoring her laughing son, Nova then asked Timmy out of nowhere. Timmy had tentatively put his palms under her soft thigh and side of her ass, relishing the somewhat naughty touch while acting like he was momentarily saving strength to eventually push her off. Her question threw him off.

"Uh, what? No? Your... butt's pretty warm." Her butt, covering his whole upper body, was indeed creating a certain heat between them, like a shirt right out of the dryer. It was amazing and he wished she would never get up.

"Wait, I couldn't hear you, you said you were cold? Let me heat you up then!"

She tensed with a strained smile and a narrow point in the center of her butt pressed down harder onto Timmy.

BRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtt.

Nova let out a low octave fart that rumbled and sizzled out between her ass and Timmy's body, vibrating and heating up a wide focal point on his chest. As Timmy dropped his jaw and stared at Nova in sheer surprise, she stared back, jaw equally dropped but smiling a bit more. Then her eyes closed in laughter as she scooched a little further up towards his head and leaned away to taunt Timmy with her stinking butt, only an inch from his face. Lou was snickering by the side.

"How does it smell?" Nova asked. "Do you like the smell of my farts too, just like Lou?"

Her comment made Lou shut up but pushed Timmy to inch closer with his nose and take a sniff. He was 100% sure it was going to be some form of good fragrance and planned on faking disgust so he wouldn't seem weird. Only, he didn't have to. Her fart stunk. Like, really bad, like nothing he'd ever smelled before, completely opposite of what he had in mind. Cheese old enough to take on sour properties-bad, the sense of it irritated like carbonic acid in his nostrils. He couldn't help wrinkling his nose and shying away a little.

The thing was, he still liked the smell for some reason, even if it didn't smell like literal roses as he thought a woman's fart would smell like. He still wanted to bury his face in her butt, give it hugs and smell it. The thing was, the smell was only a bit too overpowering. In smaller doses, perhaps...

"Uhh... it smells like how lemons taste... "

Nova laughed loudly at his answer, finding it hilarious.
"Hahahahaa! What, you don't like lemons? Wh- I mean, you love lemons, right? Can't get enough of them?"

"I think they're too sour," Timmy commented, his palms back under Nova's thigh and side of her butt, continuing to act like he prepared to push her off. The black-haired Morena-clone noticed this and grinned.

"You think you can push me off? You're that strong, are you? Try it, then. Hope nothing... unsuspected happens!"

Her spooky tone went over his head. Timmy tried to push a little at first, too see if he technically would be able to push her off. To the chuckles of Nova, he quickly felt and understood he would never get her off of him on his own, even if he pushed with all his might. After a third failed attempt with all strength he got, she encouraged him again with a raise of her beer bottle.
"Come on, champ! One more try!"

This was still pretty funny to Timmy. Here was a mature, gorgeous woman taunting him in a playful manner, seemingly without any ill intentions and smiling with him, laughing with him. He liked it. He liked her.
Timmy tried pushing again and this time, felt her slowly rising up. She was obviously helping along but when a couple of inches separated them, she began to slowly stop helping him. And as slowly as her butt descended, it began to drift sideways towards his face.

"AAaaaahhh I'm gonna land on your faaaace!" She fake-panicked with a cheery, modest yell, her eyes smiling all the way.

Eyes wide, Timmy tried to push her up with his weak arms, mostly to soften the inevitable impact. Luckily, relieving and absolutely amazing, she let her butt down on his face with thoughtful care, letting her whole backside encase his gladly upturned face easily from chin to forehead with much margin before letting just a small amount of her weight down on him, enough to let him breathe through the seat of her very smelly leggings.

If there ever was something Timmy wanted in his face forever, it was Lou's mom's butt.

Face full of the good looking adult's sweet but smelly behind that placed him in complete darkness, Timmy took a silent but deep sniff covertly and shuddered, feeling childishly giddy with delight. The fart had diminished just a little and had a really bad yet fascinating smell. It kind of tickled his throat and chest as he inhaled it, kind of like how sour candy could tickle the tastebuds.

"Sit down harder! Smother him!" Lou cheered and yelled by the side. When he wasn't the one exposed to the treatment, he was gladly encouraging his mom it seemed. If Timmy hadn't liked said treatment, he would've thought his friend the cruel backstabber.

"Wait, honey! Hush. It sounds like Timmy wants to say something!"

Nova smiled wickedly at her son as she lifted herself from Timmy's face. She immediately sat down again but aimed so she covered his mouth with one of her cheeks but not his nose. Then she lightly tipped her weight onto his mouth, just enough to mute him.

"Hello, my name is Timmy and I love it when Lou's mother Nova sits on me. She has the best butt, I wish I could kiss it every day."
Nova began imitating Timmy with a youthful voice, then downed the rest of her first beer, chuckled and continued. "I also like it when she FARTS on me. If there was one kind of smell in the world I could wish for, if there was one meal I could have for breakfast, lunch and dinner, it would all be Nova's farts!"

Lou was laughing wildly, clutching his stomach. Many times had he suffered under his mother's booty, and misery loved company. Then again, he didn't know Timmy enjoyed it.

Proud of her acting performance, Nova smiled smugly and popped her second beer open. Timmy still had a mouth full of her buttcheek, some of the flesh spilling into his mouth even touched his tongue. He was not going to be the first one to move. Ten seconds later, she dipped her buttcheek into his mouth playfully, scratching her belly lazily like a truck driver. "Hehe... I think I have to 'powder my nose'. Be right back."

She ruffled Timmy's hair unnecessarily roughly in a show of affection before getting up. Standing, she quickly downed her almost full second beer, proudly placed the empty bottle on the table and then sauntered away. When she was out of earshot, Lou snickered.
"Was it nice under my mom's butt?"

"It was warm... and smelly." Timmy faked a pout, one Lou laughed at before his unfocused mind made him look out the window.

"Haha, okay... should we do something else? We could go to my room but there's not much to do there. We could go out, or to your house?"

"Nah, I'm good. We can stay here, watch TV."

"... Are you serious?" Lou asked, eyebrows raised in confusion. "As funny as it was for me, and it was funny, my mom has just been sitting on you. She even farted on you. Wasn't it gross?"

Timmy shrugged, hands behind his head like it was no biggie.
"I can manage. I'm made of steel. Plus, I think she's funny! Much cooler than my mom, AND my mom smells much worse." He was afraid his excuses wouldn't be enough so he made the last one up. He didn't even know how his mom smelled specifically.

"Yeah right... Well, if you're up for switching moms, then I'm all for it." Lou said with a helpless look before scoffing and turning to the TV.

Not long after, Nova came back after a detour by the kitchen. Upon entering the livingroom with a sixpack of beer under her arm, she smiled when she saw her seat hadn't moved.

"Heeeyyy, Squirt! I was bomb sure that you would've moved or something! You seem ready to continue though, protecting me from the... er, evil couch-cushions!"

"Evil? Are they dangerous?" Timmy asked, looking around himself with cautious interest.

"No, not for you!" Nova said smartly as she put down the six-pack on the table. With a light sigh, she then sat down on Timmy's chest again, pressing down his body into the cushions as she leaned back in comfort. "You're immune. They're no danger to you. To me, they're deadly poisonous. That's why I always have to sit on Lou, haha!" She laughed and helped herself to a third beer.

Lou shook his head and turned away as Timmy, casually enjoying the full weight of Nova on his whole upper body, felt a sudden moment of honesty bubbling up in him.

"Uhm, Nova? You're funny! My mom never hangs out with me or plays with me. You're cool!"

That was the best he got but Nova got really glad hearing that, touching her chest sincerely.

"AAAAaaaawww!! That's so sweet, Timmy! I could just kiss you!" She caressed his cheek and patted his head, making Timmy blush before she looked up at her son who was fake-barfing. "Lou's also sweet. He's the sweetest, bweebest. It's a shame he never wants to play games with me."

"Your games only involve you sitting on me." Lou grumpily pointed out.

"Excuses, excuses... " Nova said, shaking her head in mock sadness before gulping on her beer. As she took half her third beer in one swoop, her eyes bulged at the thought of something.

"Right! The time... OH, what luck! Almost forgot!"

It was 5:59 pm and her favorite show was starting in one minute. Coincidentally, it was also Lou's favorite show. Nova explained the premise of the show to Timmy before a small, mischievous smile came over her. She lifted herself up and repositioned herself over the lower half of his face again, one buttcheek over his mouth and letting his nose barely breathe. Nova's smile was troubled as she looked at Timmy.

"Yeah, the thing is... you have to earn the right to see that show. Lou had to do the same and it wouldn't be fair to him... sooo... either you could stay like this, staring up into the ceiling with your lips smooching my butt for an hour while me and Lou watch the show, OR... I could let you turn your head sideways so you can watch the show through between my legs. All you have to do is... withstand the test."

Nova was holding back a snicker as Timmy thought it over.
By her description of the show, it sounded really good so he wanted to see it. The thing though...

"What's the test?"

"I'm going to... sit on your face and fart. Then... you have to smell it for a minute."

Glancing at his friend who was laughing a tad bit louder than his snickering mother, Timmy mulled over what she'd said. This sounded like a test he wouldn't mind at all. However...

"B-But even if we begin now, I'll miss the absolute start of the show!"

His worry had Nova laughing seriously now.
"That is what you're thinking of? Alright, don't worry, the show doesn't actually start until 6:05, intros and all that, that's skippable. Does that mean you want to try the test?"

"Uhm... I want to see the show, so... yeah."

As a large grin played out on Nova's face and wide eyes of suspense were set on Lou, the mother slowly got up.
"Okay then, Squirt-champ. Just keep your face up, like you're doing now."

She hovered her butt up toward Timmy's face. He silently gazed up at the wide, soft wonder that took up his whole field of vision. When Nova's butt began to descend dramatically slowly, Timmy made sure to get as much of his face in the center of the seat of her leggings as possible before closing his eyes.

His nose, cheekbones, brows and lips made contact and melded into Nova's soft butt. She wasn't putting enough weight into it to cut off his supply of air but he still had to breathe through her leggings. Her still pretty smelly leggings, stinking of adult female butthole and lingering fart. The thick, earthy scent tested his limits, always on the brink of being too much for him.

Then he felt a point of her ass push out and down a bit harder on his nose and upper lip. Timmy gasped, taking in a sharp breath in surprise.

SPLRRRRRRRRRRRRR-BBRROOOOOORRRLLPP!

Despite holding his breath in unconscious fear, Timmy still felt the warm miasma immediately course into him through his mouth and nose in droves, hard-hitting and unstopping. The multiple farts, low-tuned, wet and obnoxious in nature, kept on for almost five seconds and by the fourth second, Timmy coughed before moaning in disgust. The majority of the gas had gone into him and the smell was as strong and filled with the sense of toilet as the weird, disgusting sensation of buttgas in his mouth.
He heard Lou die of laughter as Nova broke out in abrupt laughter above him, to the point of sounding like a donkey. The facesitting mother rose up somewhat and was hovering an inch above his face, shaking in laughter. Timmy groaned while taking small inhales of the stink as to not be overwhelmed by it. The smell was thick, almost like he could feel it, touch it. It was only tolerable in very small doses.

Nova spread her legs a little and looked down on Timmy, an open mouthed smile on her mouth and eyes red with tears of humor.
"How was it? Can you survive smelling it for another minute? If you can't take it, say 'stop' and I'll get up!"

Not wanting to give up, he frowned in determination.
"No! I can handle it!"

"Oh? Then, I'm coming back down!"

Kind of surprised at the little squirts vigor, Nova quickly adapted and lightly sat down, covering Timmy's face with her stinking butt again. He was now breathing the atrocious intestinal smell that was trapped inside her pants.

"I'm sitting like this for a minute now! Remember, you have to smell it so no breathing with your mouth! That's cheating! You could end up with a fart in your mouth if you cheat!"
Nova gladly reminded her seat. Her seat quite gladly acknowledged that order, wondering if he should cheat or not. No, the only thing that entered his butt-covered mind was the thought of taking deep sniffs, meditate on the smell and feel its effect inside his lungs and body.
It went almost too quickly before the time was over and Nova prepared to get up. Almost forgetting himself and wearing a solemn yet stupid smile, Timmy closed his eyes and tried to look as disgusted as possible.

Nova got up from him and turned around to inspect her fart-receptacle.

"Hey, how you doing, buddy? That must've been crazy smelly! Right, Lou?"

Lou's stomach was hurting from all his laughter. Nova rolled her eyes at her son.
"Yeah, keep laughing. Remember that this will be you tomorrow, all... day..."

Lou coughed and hunched into a grumpy little ball. Nova took a pillow from the side and put it under Timmy's head.
"Trust me. It's comfier for you. I've... experimented with Lou before."

She giggled like an angel in Timmy's opinion and then urged him gently to turn his head sideways, facing the TV. Then she slowly eased down herself onto his head, sitting roughly on his ear and cheekbone so he could see the TV between her thighs. This time, she also put more and more weight onto him until her whole body weight was on his head. Thanks to the sturdy pillow bellow him though, his neck was ok.
She asked just in case, a rueful smile on her face which still held a bucket of amusement.

"Hey, is it okay under there?"

"No. I'm fine." Came a sincere answer. He had his palms on his stomach like he was resting while watching the TV now.

"Nice! Let's be quiet now, y'all, the show's starting."

A small but content, mischievous smile on her face, Nova leaned back and took a sip of beer while scratching her slim belly. Lou had repositioned himself to face the tv from his recliner.
They all went quiet and watched the show in peace.

An hour later, the show ended and the credits rolled. Timmy had gotten oh so comfortable with the warmth and pressure of Nova's still smelling butt, covering half of his face. All throughout the show, which had been really good by the way, he'd subconsciously enjoyed the sensation of being facesat, and now that the show was over, he felt like closing his eyes and just fall asleep to the scent of Nova's asscrack, her butt on top of his head.

It wouldn't be too tough either since both Nova and Lou sounded like they'd fallen asleep themselves. Lou's steady but light breath was a sign of not being awake while Nova could be heard snoring up above. She had easily emptied all her beers during the show and even accidentally released a silent but deadly scorcher onto Timmy's temple. The smell had been tough to handle and lingered about for almost ten minutes. Nova had apologized with a slurred voice but Timmy had been alright and managed to endure it before partaking in the slightly aired out gas.

Now, literally faced with a hot, sleeping woman's butt, he mentally warned himself not to wake her and closed his eyes to smell her bottom's customary smell until he got tired of it.

Time went on and Timmy, while not knowing nor caring how much time had passed, felt courageous and wanted to risk waking up Nova by trying to turn his face upwards. The still snoring woman felt like a heavy sack of meat as Timmy dug his hands underneath her soft butt. He awkwardly tried to push her up and actually managed to press her buttcheeks apart somewhat, letting him shift his face upwards.

Rejoicing over his hard-earned success and better smelling-position, he closed his eyes again and took boyish pleasure in the warm, soft weight that now covered his whole face, only leaving the tiniest corner of his mouth to breathe out of. He could hardly breathe with his nose anymore between her separated buttcheeks but if he sniffed hard enough, the sense of her butt's smell could be felt entering him.

He stayed like that for some time, imagining her to never wake up and sitting on him until the end of time, his skin morphing with her leggings so he would have to stay like this forever.
Four times during this face-turned-up window did he feel a sudden warmth spread out across his face and into his nose and mouth. Aparently, she emptied herself of farts in her sleep and while the sensation of her gas constantly lingered inside his sinuses and airways felt peculiar in an odd, not super-pleasant way, he eventually got accustomed to it and soon couldn't get enough of it.

He lost track of time again and only woke up from his trance-like state when Nova seemed to shift a little, like she was waking up. It all went pretty quick from there as she got up from him in a drunken hurry and turned around to inspect him up close, crouching by him. Her half-open eyes blinked lazily while she showered him in an alcoholic breath.

"It, uh, looks like I fell asleep while sitting on you, hehe... you alright?"

She looked kind of embarrassed but mostly tired, which infected Timmy and he yawned lightly.
"I'm okay, Nova. A little sleepy, that's all."

Nova gave him a long look before smiling lightly.
"Aaaww. Aren't you a superman?" She looked at the watch on the wall, thought for a while, then clicked her tongue, wincing a little. It was 9 pm. "I sat on your head for three hours... my gosh. You sure you're okay? Shouldn't your head have turned into a pancake by now?"

"Nope, I'm fine.... I'm okay, Nova. Promise!" He smiled to ease the woman's apparent worry which worked like a charm. She smiled at him with closed eyes before bringing his head between her breast in a hug.
"Whoosh... you're really something, you know? Much funnier than my kid... again, I'm sorry for making you my seat for so long."

Timmy blushed as she ended the hug. Her pretty small breast felt great against his head.
"N-Nothing to apologize for. It was warm, and... "

"Warrrm? Wait, and what?" Nova asked with a sudden rush of drunken curiosity.

"... I don't know." Timmy said, scratching his neck and evading her eyes like the shy little kid he was.

Nova furrowed her fine brows at him before easing on the stare. She smiled and exhaled in relief.
"As long as you're okay... now... it's getting late for a youngster like you. Do you live far away? Want me to call your parents for a pickup? I'm unfortunately a little too... tipsy to drive myself."

Timmy didn't need a drive as he lived very close by. He walked the short distance home himself and fell asleep to the vivid memories of Nova's smile and her warm, smelly butt. It was a good night.

***

Next day was Saturday and Timmy decided to march over to Lou's place right after an early breakfast.
Knocking on the door, he patiently waited until a sleepy-looking Nova with wild bed-hair opened the door, wearing nothing but a white bra and white cotton panties, both having odd stains on them. Her eyes were squinted to the point of being closed, probably her hangover punishing her. She was still able to look absolutely amazing though.

"What are you doing here so early, Squirt?"

"Is Lou inside? Is he awake?"

"No, I think he's sleeping. Won't wake up for another couple of hours, either. Never does."

"Oh. Well, can I come in and wait for him until he wakes up?"

Her unsteady eyes lightened up a bit and a little smile grew on her as she nodded.
"That's alright... but... just so you know, there are rules in this house. Come, I'll explain inside."

She turned around, giving Timmy a good look at her tight, cotton panties, forming against her lovable butt. Timmy face went red at the sight.
He followed her inside to the living room, never taking his eyes off her swaying butt until she urged him to lie down. With the young boy in place on the couch, Nova smiled apologetically like there was nothing she could do about them weird rules around.

"Now, since Lou's asleep, any of his visiting friend's has to take his place, protecting me from... what was it, yeah, the evil, poisonous couch-cushions!"

A bit more awake now that she remembered what she'd used yesterday, Nova gave Timmy a knowing smile.
"You know what that means, right?"

"Uhhh... oh.... yeah, I think."

"Perfect! Let's see, I need coffee, biscuits... and chocolate. one moment."

Coming back a couple of minutes later, Nova was holding a breakfast tray, still only in her white, charming underwear that greatly showed off her delightful curves. Placing the tray on the livingroom table by Timmy, she then looked back and aimed her panty-clad butt for Timmy's head. She descended slowly to see if he would turn his face away but when he steadfastly kept his face up, she shrugged with a knowing smile and carefully sat down, feeling his face's contours along her buttcheeks, his nose and mouth pushing her panties up her asscrack.

And she hadn't even showered this morning. She also wore the exact same panties from yesterday, and the day before. The very same pair that surely had endured hundreds of farts without washing.
Feeling the squirts little face in her knowingly nasty butt was delightfully amusing to her. And since Timmy oh so VERY obviously liked it, Nova figured she would just... treat the little tyke to her butt. Timmy wanted it and she found sitting on faces and fart the uncontested funniest thing to do while watching TV, which she did pretty much all day.
She could admit, she'd done it too often to her poor darling Lou, sitting on him, farting on him and stuff. She just couldn't help herself with how fun it was and how hilariously her son reacted to it. Lou deserved a break though, and if Timmy wanted to take his place, she would more than gladly replace her son with Timmy as her seat and fart-absorber every time he came by. Perhaps she could come up with a rule like; Timmy was to be a mandatory seat for her while visiting. Why not?

Just thinking of how much gas Timmy would receive from her if he was as willing as she thought he was, Nova quipped a laugh with a smirk and reached for her coffee while also reaching for Timmy's hand, bringing her beverage up to her mouth and Timmy's hand into her gentle grasp.
"How are you doing, champ? Surviving? Thumbs up or down."

Timmy held out his thumbs up like a soldier, prompting a knowing laugh out of Nova, who then took a bite out of a chocolate bar. The little kid loved having her butt in his face!

"Good, good! Look, I like you, therefore I wanted to warn you. My stomach is a mess. It will probably become very smelly, very soon. Farts will start to come out soon, very wet and stinky farts. Still, think you can handle it? Are you strong enough? I think you are!"

Timmy quickly turned his thumb down before turning it up again, resolute and steadfast, bringing another laugh out of the black-haired mother who grabbed his hand with a smile. As her laughter died down however, she remembered something from yesterday.

"Hey, Timmy? Yesterday, you said something in the form of' your mother never plays with you'? She sure sounds like a boring mom. But you know what? I can play a game with you if you'd like?"

A third thumbs up from Timmy and Nova grinned deeply.

"Okay, this is the game. Every time I see an... uh... animal on the TV, I am farting in your face. Your goal is to withstand these farts to the best of your abilities! AND we play until Lou wakes up! If you tap out earlier and want to end it, the price for ending the game are... five farts straight in your mouth! Hahaha! Sounds fun?"

She'd told him it was hours before Lou would wake up... and how often were animals on TV?
In the background, Timmy could hear the sound of an elephant with the commercial voice of a man saying "and now on animal planet."

Timmy quietly thumbed up before placing his hands timidly underneath her thighs. Nova chuckled at the agreement.
"Ok? Perfect... hey, Timmy? I think I see a lion!"

Opening his jaw so he could breathe through Nova's panties with both nose and mouth, he felt her anus push out against his face before a flood of warm gas made an exit. With nostrils and mouth completely open and jammed against her butthole , the hot fart-tsunami quickly filled Timmy's mouth and nose with Nova's rotten and sour hangover-farts. It completely overwhelmed him as whatever he did, the heavy gas made it's way both down his lungs and into his stomach.

BRRRRRRRRPPPPTTT-SSSPPPRRRRR-PRT-PRRRSSLLRRRPPTTT!

It was completely overwhelming, and yeah, Timmy knew exactly where and how he would spend his future days, despite how punishing these farts could be to his body. Coincidentally, Nova thought of the same.
Lou had no clue but would bless his friend in the future for taking his place.

Also, Timmy wondered when he would give up the game. He wanted it to continue for as long as possible but he also wanted to give up before Lou woke up so he would have to endure the punishment. Five farts in the mouth.

He just hoped he wouldn't wake up too quickly.

THE END!