By: BHM865
PART 1
Bridget, my stepmom, threw her hands up in disgust, apparently giving up on the argument. As far as I was concerned, the age I was when she’d married my dad meant I didn’t have to listen to her. Bridget disagreed.
Usually my father kept the peace, but we were halfway through a week-long business trip he had to go on. To say sparks had been flying would be an understatement.
I got along with her daughter, Valerie, a little better, but we were still distant. She had a coldness to her that kind of scared me. And there had been… rumors about her.
Bridget walked right up to the couch I was lounging on, placing hands on hips as she glared down her thin blade of a nose at me. The effect was a little undercut by the bubblegum pink yoga pants she was wearing, but she was still a formidable woman, especially when staring someone down.
Bridget was pretty much the embodiment of the yoga mom stereotype, very fit despite being in her late 30s, with an impressive bubble butt. I knew how hard she worked for it; Bridget worked out almost every day, and kept up a strict vegan diet. I liked neither the meals nor their effect on her digestive system, but she didn’t particularly care about my opinion.
The current dispute had started with both of us wanting to use the living room at the same time, and had quickly spiraled into a larger power struggle. Now I stood before her, returning the glare in her icy blue eyes.
“How many times do I have to tell you? You live in the house I help pay for, so you follow my rules.”
“I was here first, and frankly, I’ll probably be here after you as well. God knows why my dad proposed in the first place. Now could you please get your fat ass out of my face so I can watch tv?”
Brigdet’s eyes opened wide, and she stood in shock for a second. We were always cold with each other, but that was definitely the rudest thing that’d come out of my mouth so far. After a second’s delay, though, I was absolutely blown away when she slapped me across the face.
“Okay, that. is. it. I guess your mother wasn’t around to teach you proper respect, and your father is too nice. So I guess I’ll have to do it myself.”
I just snorted.
“Get up.”
After a moment’s hesitation, I stood up, wondering where Bridget was going with this. A second later, I cried out in shock as she grabbed my wrist and tripped me, causing me to land hard on the couch.
“If you’re going to act like a child, I’ll treat you like a child.”
“Oh yeah? What are you going to do, fat ass, sit on me?”
My stepmom had had her arm cocked back for another slap, but paused, thinking.
“You know, that may not be such a bad idea.”
“What?”
Bridget shocked me beyond words for the second time in as many minutes by actually leaving her feet and jumping on me, knocking the wind out of me in the process.
“Alright, since you have to learn respect from the beginning, we’ll start at the beginning; you’re officially in time-out.”
“Get-“
I started to yell at her to get off of me, but cut off as she elbowed me in the stomach. I folded up and tried to guard my torso, but Bridget grabbed my legs and dragged my lower body off the couch, so I was awkwardly hanging half off of it.
“And since you seemed so obsessed with my ‘fat’ ass, I think I know which form it should take.”
“Wait, no don’t you- mmmmmmmmmmph!”
I started to scream out in alarm, but it turned into a muffled screech as my step mom plopped her butt right down on my face, smothering me.
“When I let you up for air in…” she hesitated for a second “…30 seconds, you’re going to apologize for your behavior. If you refuse, I’m sitting on you for another 45 seconds, and I’m gonna keep adding time in intervals of 15 seconds. Got it?”
She looked over her shoulder at me expectantly, and I noticed that her blonde hair had somehow stayed in its perfect bun despite all of the commotion. I swear that this woman was almost supernaturally well put-together. I glared up at her in response, absolutely furious to find myself getting sat on like this. When I got out of here…
Bridget just shrugged. “Your choice.”
To my horror, my face began sinking into Bridget’s ass as she sat above me, riding out my struggling. My nose was crushed somewhere in her buttcrack, my mouth sealed under her crotch. I desperately tried to squirm my way out from beneath my step-mom, but my legs couldn’t get any leverage with how she’d positioned me. I tried to push at her hips, but Bridget just grabbed them, and one at a time, pinned them beneath her thighs. WIth all four limbs useless, all I could do was squirm around and hope to get lucky.
My lungs began to burn as I struggled beneath my step-mom’s ass, cut off from getting any air. Just as I started to get desperate for air, she slightly leaned to the side, exposing my mouth and nose.
I gratefully began to suck in as much air as I could, doing my best to ignore the smell of Bridget’s ass as her yoga pants sat just inches away.
“Alright, let’s hear it.”
“Fuck you, you stu-” I got cut off yet again as Bridget leaned over to the other side, smothering me back into her butt.
“That was stupid.” Bridget spoke dispassionately, with a tone as if she was scolding a child. “You didn’t take a breath before I sat down, and now you have 45 seconds until I let you up for air.”
I started struggling harder as her words sunk in, but it was no use. Bridget was just too heavy, her ass too big; I couldn’t escape, not in this position. In the meantime, my nose started to sink into the curve of her butt again, bending down painfully as my stepmom’s full weight settled. My nose getting crushed had another implication, too: I really needed air. Unfortunately, Bridget was right that talking back had been stupid. I could feel my chest starting to burn, and I didn’t think we’d even hit the 30 second mark yet.
My squirming picked up in speed and intensity as I began to get desperate, my lungs begging for air I was unable to provide. I looked up at Bridget in silent appeal, trying to beg her for mercy with my eyes.
“I’m not going to let you up early. You need to learn that your actions have consequences.” My stepmom spoke with the same passionless, patronizing tone of voice. She glanced at the clock, and continued. “You still have 10 seconds left down there, and you’re going to sit them out.”
I started bucking for all I was worth, desperately trying to knock Bridget’s ass off of my face as I got increasingly desperate for air. I probably could’ve made it 45 seconds if I’d taken a deep breath, but circumstances were not on my side.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph!”
I screamed into my stepmom’s ass as my lungs burned harder, beginning to seize as my body ran out of oxygen. Every muscle in my body screamed at me to fight for air, but she just calmly held me down, dispassionately meting out her brutal punishment.
Finally, when it felt like I couldn’t take another second of smothering, Bridget relented.
“Well? What do you say?”
Reluctantly, I decided to swallow my pride. I did not want to spend a full minute under Bridget’s ass. Besides, there’d be plenty of time to get my own back before my father got back home.
“I’m sorry for being rude.”
I barely managed to choke it out between gasps of air, gulping down as much as possible into my oxygen-starved chest. It all tasted faintly of Bridget’s ass, but I had bigger problems at the moment.
“I may have accepted that the first time, but not now. You keep acting like a child, so I’m gonna treat you like one. Say ‘I’m sorry, Mommy’.”
“You want me to call you ‘Mommy’?”
“You’ve never given me the respect I deserve as your step mother, so we’re starting from the beginning.” My total disbelief must’ve shown in my eyes, as she continued. “Now are you going to say it or not?”
There was no way I, as an adult, was about to call this woman ‘Mommy’. I took a deep breath, and stared up at Bridget defiantly as I shook my head.
“Bridget, there’s no way I’m calling you that.”
She shrugged again. “Your choice.” And with that, I once again found myself buried face-first in my stepmom’s ass. After a few seconds, though, she lifted back up. “Actually, now that I think about it, I can’t smother you in good conscience after you politely apologized. A good mother has to be consistent when teaching discipline, hmm?”
She scooched forward slightly, just barely exposing my nose to the air. This left me able to breathe, but had the unfortunate effect of making me sniff air straight out of my stepmom’s buttcrack with every breath. She’d just come out of our home gym when our argument started, too.
Seeing my look of disgust, Bridget snickered. “Smell good back there?” I felt my face flush in embarrassment, but that just made her laugh harder. “So. You ready to call me Mommy now?”
She leaned forward, giving me just enough room to speak.
“Bridget, this isn’t funny, get off of me. You’re not about to get your adult stepson to call you Mommy.”
Bridget sat back over my face with a sigh, burying my nose back into her pungent buttcrack. After a few seconds, though, she visibly perked up.
“You know what? I think you just gave me an idea of how to motivate you.” I raised an eyebrow, and she continued. “You know how you always complain about how vegan food makes me gassy?” She screwed up her face, visibly straining.
Fraaaaaapt
“Mmmmmmmmmmmph!”
I screamed in disbelief as Bridget farted directly in my face, and I was left no choice but to sniff it right from ground zero. Her farts were always absolutely toxic, and now I was trapped with my nose shoved halfway up her butt.
I inhaled, and immediately experienced the sensory equivalent of a punch to the face. It was a meaty, sulphuric, toxic monstrosity, and I was stuck sniffing it from halfway up my stepmom’s ass.
I desperately started tapping on the bottom of Bridget’s thigh, whimpering. Saying what she wanted was degrading, but nothing was worth continuing to huff her fart like this.
Bridget, apparently having got the message, lifted up just enough so I could speak, and looked down at me expectantly.
“I’m sorry for insulting you, Mommy.” My gut wrenched at calling someone Mommy at my age, but the discomfort was worth getting the hell out of here.
Then, unexpectedly, Bridget sat back down, sealing me right back in with her fart.
“Good boy. Now you’ve learned your first lesson, but you still have a long way to go until you learn proper respect. And I’m going to teach you all of it.”
“Mmmmmmph!”
She tut-tutted, shaking her ass in my face. “No complaining about mommy’s punishments from now on. You’re going to take them like a good little boy, right?”
I growled beneath her, glaring up at my stepmom as my struggling picked up again. Bridget was pushing way too far here. Calling her mommy once was a huge concession, and now she was continuing to rub it in.
Boooorpt
I started coughing as another of my stepmom’s rancid farts burst out onto my face, and I was forced to sniff it from point blank range. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get my nose out of its position wedged in Bridget’s asscrack.
Apparently, Bridget had noticed the look of defiance before she farted. “We’ll see how some time sniffing Mommy’s farts changes your attitude, sweetheart.”
Braaaaaappppppppp
I groaned as Bridget farted directly in my face again. I absolutely hated being around her when she was gassy, and now my nose was forcibly shoved right up her butt. The smell was so much more potent than I could ever have imagined, and I was absolutely helpless to stop it.
Sssssssssssssst
“I’ll let you stew in that one for a few minutes, and then we’ll see if Mommy managed to improve your attitude.”
I gagged as Bridget sprayed a scorching hot SBD right down my nose, and I could feel it settle in my throat like a cloud of chlorine gas. It burned everything it touched, and carried the horrific taste of my stepmom’s bowels with it.
I spent the next few minutes laying in abject misery as Bridget forced me to take deep sniffs of her fart over and over, absolutely merciless in her punishment.
Finally, though, she leaned forward, and I gratefully started gulping the relatively fresh air.
“Now. Are you going to be an obedient son for Mommy?”
“…Yes, I’ll be an obedient son for you, Mommy.” I hated every word of the sentence, but if it got me freed from my position under Bridget, it was worth it. I really hated that she insisted on referring to herself as Mommy, but I guess that's why she did it in the first place.
“Alright, now give Mommy a nice peck on the cheek to show that you appreciate her.”
“You’re gonna have to let me up first.”
Bridget poked herself in the buttcheek. “Mommy didn’t mean that cheek, silly. Now pucker up.”
“Bridget, I’m not-“
My stepmom sat down with a sigh, sinking my nose right back into its place in the crack of her pink yoga pants. “Remember, you call me Mommy now, not Bridget. You haven’t earned the privilege of using Mommy’s first name.”
Gooooooorpt
“And until you give Mommy a nice, big, enthusiastic kiss, you’re just gonna have to keep sniffing my farts.”
I took my first breath of air since getting sat on again, and had to choke back a gag. Bridget periodically letting me up for air was both a blessing and a curse; it was nice to get fresh air, but it kept me from acclimating to the horrendous smell.
Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppppppptttttt
My legs kicked weakly as Bridget pumped a several second long fart right down my nose, filling my mouth, throat, and lungs with her gas as I was forced to inhale. The whole thing was meaty, greasy, and disgusting, carrying the unmistakably horrible taste of her intestines with it. And this fart was just average for her, too. My stepmom had absolutely horrible gas.
Boooorpt
My nose was trapped in the dead center of an increasingly noxious cloud of farts, each one seeming to be more thick and disgusting than the previous. Every time my stepmom farted, I could feel the cloud of gas around my nose get even more dense, making every breath a trial as I lay helpless beneath her. The faint smell of unwashed asscrack didn’t improve things, either.
Suddenly, Bridget stiffened above me, then grunted softly.
Sploooort
I retched in disbelief as an audibly wet fart bubbled out straight onto my nose, making the air around my head thick and damp with the smell of sewage.
“Mmmmm, I bet that one was flavorful, wasn’t it, honey?” Bridget looked over her shoulder at me, and burst out laughing when she saw the look on my face. “Aww, what’s the matter? Are Mommy’s farts too much for you?” She put on a cloyingly condescending voice, as if grudgingly explaining something to a child. “Well maybe you should have thought about that before disobeying Mommy, shouldn’t you?”
Braaaaaaaaapt
Luckily, it seemed we were back to business as usual now. I gratefully noted that this fart was missing the hint of moisture the last one had carried. With a start, I realized how far my perspective had shifted, to count taking one of my stepmom’s farts right down my nose as lucky.
Pooorpt
And just like that, my luck ran out. I started squirming again as Bridget let loose with another damp fart, adding to the stinky, sweltering soup that was forming itself around my nose.
“Oh dear, if this keeps up, Mommy’s going to make a mess of her underwear, isn’t she?” She shrugged. “Oh well. Either way, the punishment continues.”
“Mmmmmmmmph!”
Bridget methodically ground her hips into my face, and to my horror, I noticed a small spot of cloth felt slightly moist on my face. Soon, though, she resettled, with my nose nestled right into her buttcrack.
“Now now, Mommy taught you better than that. Take your punishment like a good boy.”
Fraaaaaapt
I couldn’t believe I’d been reduced to lying here sniffing my stepmom’s gas while she scolded me like a child. It felt like forever ago now that we’d been arguing as equals. I couldn’t believe how fast our relationship had changed.
Finally, Bridget lifted herself up slightly, releasing my nose from its toxic prison.
“So, you ready to give Mommy a kiss?”
I hesitated for a second, but only a second. Anything was worth getting out from under Bridget’s ass at this point. Closing my eyes, I leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on my stepmom’s right buttcheek, and I could feel the fabric of her yoga pants slightly give way, her thick butt slightly jiggling from the pressure.
“Now the other one.”
Suppressing a sigh, I did as Bridget asked, kissing her left buttcheek as well.
“Aww, there you go, sweetheart. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I grunted in shock as Bridget sat back down, wiggling her hips until she got my nose right where she wanted it. “A few more like that, and you’ll be out of here in no time!”
Booorpt
I groaned miserably as Bridget farted on my face yet again, and I had no choice but to sniff it right from her crack.
“Come on, don’t look so miserable. It’s good for you that Mommy’s teaching you a little discipline!” She leaned slightly to the side, and let out another small, wet fart. “Mommy’s only doing this because she loves you.”
In the meantime, I found myself in what I considered to be a pretty fair approximation of hell. Bridget never let me go long enough for the cloud of farts she was continuously adding to to actually dissipate, so it was getting thicker and more toxic every minute. And now it had the added moisture of her latest damp fart. It felt like the air itself was sticking to my face as my stepmom slightly shifted her weight, causing my nose to slide even deeper.
Fraaaaaaaapt
Upon taking my first breath of Bridget’s latest monstrosity, I moaned. Shoving my nose deeper up her ass led to the smell becoming even more potent.
Thankfully, though, after only a couple more minutes, she leaned forward.
“You know what to do.”
I nodded, and reluctantly planted a kiss on either buttcheek.
“Alright, now thank Mommy for teaching you a valuable lesson.”
“Pease, can-“
“Do you want to get punished again?”
“…Thank you for teaching me this lesson, Mommy.”
“You’re very welcome, honey.” And with that, Bridget sealed me right back into her gas chamber.
Brrrrrrrrrpt
She wasted no time at all adding to the fart cloud, and I noted with displeasure that this one felt particularly thick and greasy, seeming to coat my throat in its sickly smell the whole way down.
Braaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapt
Another long, roaring, meaty fart forced its way down my nose, carrying the tainted scent of Mommy’s- I mean my stepmom’s- rectum. By this point, I’d found out more about Bridget’s farts than I’d ever wanted to know.
I always knew her gas was horrible, I made snarky comments about it all the time. But I was coming to learn just how sickening they could be.
Bridget grunted again, and I had a feeling I was about to get a reminder of what “sickening” actually meant.
Sploooooooorrrrrrrrrtttt
Sure enough, I soon found myself coughing and gagging on the wettest fart yet, this one one continuous, multiple second long splatter. To my horror, I could feel that her yoga pants were slightly damp just below my nose; roughly where I judged her butthole to be.
Bridget started fanning the air near her butt with a laugh. “Oh man, I think a little extra came out with that one.”
She started grinding her hips around my face again, and I cried out when I felt the wet spot brush against my nose. Noticing as much, Bridget started to scrub that section of her pants back and forth on my nose, eventually resettling with my nostrils both touching the wet spot. My eyes got wide as I took a breath, and I immediately gagged on the strong used-bathroom reek. It smelled like pure shit.
“Oh yeah, there’s definitely a little extra in Mommy’s pants right now. I’m sure you don’t mind, though, right sweetie?”
I was too busy gagging on the horrendous smell to respond. Seeing as much, Bridget just shrugged, leaving me to suffer in silence beneath her.
I spent the next 15 minutes taking breath after agonizing breath from within the wet spot of my stepmom’s pants, occasionally letting out a pathetic whimper. Bridget occasionally added to the smell with another fart, but it barely made a difference at this point. It was worse, sure, but not by much.
I sagged in relief when Bridget finally had mercy, releasing my nose from her buttcrack. Without hesitation, I planted a kiss on either buttcheek.
“Thank you for teaching me a lesson, Mommy.”
I didn’t dare give Bridget an excuse to keep up her punishment. I wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible. Nervously, I glanced at the security camera in the corner of the room. If footage of me kissing my stepmom’s ass got out somehow… I’d rather not think about that.
The cycle of farting, kissing, and thanking continued a few more times, Bridget staying silent through the whole thing as I was forced to worship her rancid ass.
Finally, though, after another round of desperate kissing and brown-nosing, my stepmom stayed leaned forward.
“Congratulations, honey. I think you’ve finally learned your lesson.”
“Can I please go now?”
All thoughts of revenge had long since left my mind. Now, I just wanted to escape this hellhole.
Which only caused me to cry out in dismay louder when Bridget sat back down, carefully lining the wet spot in her yoga pants back up over my nose.
“Mmmmmmmmph!”
“And now, to make sure the lesson sticks, Mommy’s gonna sit on you for… oh, let’s say 3 more hours to ensure you remember it.”
“Mmmmmmmph!”
I desperately shook my head, all four limbs flailing as I tried to escape. 3 more hours?!
“Oh. And every time you struggle or complain, I’m adding 30 more minutes. So that puts you at 4 hours.”
I groaned in misery, picturing another 4 hours straight trapped down here.
“4 and a half!~” Bridget happily yelled out in an almost singsong voice.
I almost complained again, but caught myself at the last second. Apparently having noticed, Bridget nodded in approval.
Splrrrrrrrrrrrrt.
I couldn’t help but kick my legs a little as out of nowhere, another wet fart splattered out into my face, visibly growing the wet spot around my nose. My eyes rolled slightly back in my head as I took a sniff of pure shit.
“5 hours.” Bridget looked over her shoulder at me with a smirk. “You know, with how much you’re disobeying me, I’m starting to think you like sniffing Mommy’s farts.”
By now, I’d learned better than to run my mouth. Seeing as much, Bridget continued.
“How about Mommy’s lessons become a regular thing? Sure, you learned a little something about respect today, but you still have a long way to go, sweetheart.”
I started to cry at both the prospect of 5 straight hours of facefarting, and the idea of it happening again tomorrow.
Sploooort
“Come on, get sniffing!”
PART 2
The day after Bridget instituted her… discipline regime, I already came to the conclusion something had to be done about it. Yesterday had been the worst day of my life, suffering under my merciless stepmom for hours on end.
And so, I nervously glanced over my shoulder as I clicked around on her desktop, praying Bridget wouldn’t enter her office. If I could get the security camera footage of her torturing me, I could get my dad to intervene. Maybe he’d even leave the bitch, if she played her cards wrong.
I started to get excited as I finally found the folder our security cameras dumped their footage into, scrolling until I found the folder for the living room camera. Finally, the footage from the living room was…
gone?
“Trying to get Mommy in trouble, are you?”
I jumped so high I was surprised I didn’t put my head right through the ceiling, whipping around to stare at Bridget.
She was the perfect image of maternal scorn, carefully red-painted lips pressed into a thin line, icy blue eyes glaring out from under perfectly shaped eyebrows. A tight black pencil skirt showed off Bridget’s bubble butt as she loomed over me, her arms crossed over her white blouse, each hand ending with delicately manicured fingernails. Her blonde hair was pulled into an intricate bun, tied together with twin black hair spikes, not a single strand out of place.
“I was just-“ I got cut off midway through a panicked explanation as Bridget kneed me in the crotch, immediately getting me to hunch over and tear up.
“Such a bad boy.” Bridget shook her head as she started manhandling me towards her chair, and grabbed a roll of tape out of a desk drawer. “I
guess Mommy is gonna have to punish you again, teach you to behave yourself. You just can’t seem to learn, can you, sweetheart?”
Bridget pushed me down with my back resting on the seat of her chair, dropping one hand to my throat to start choking me. My eyes widened as I watched her roll her skirt up slightly, before straddling my chest, pinning me to the chair as she grabbed either hand.
“Wait, Bridget, I can explain.”
She didn’t even slow down, pulling both my arms through either armrest and duct taping them together beneath the chair. My arms formed an intertwined circle with the back of Bridget’s chair, trapping me.
“You call me Mommy now, remember?”
I almost told her to go piss up a rope, but the memory of my suffering yesterday stopped me. Reluctantly, I swallowed my pride. “I’m sorry Mommy, please let me go.”
“That’s more like it.”
I got a brief second of hope when Bridget got off of my chest, standing up and straightening her clothes. Somehow, her hair had stayed perfectly in place. She crushed that hope a second later. “A responsible mother can’t just let children misbehave, sweetheart. Mommy has to punish you now, teach you the error of your ways.”
Bridget finally fixed her clothes to her satisfaction, idly pulling out her phone and checking her notifications. “Don’t worry honey, Mommy will help you learn, no matter how long it takes. We’ll start from the beginning, and by the time I’m through with you, you’ll behave like a proper adult.”
She stepped over to her laptop, removed my flash drive, dropped it in her bra, and looked down at me squirming around in her chair.
“Mommy has a meeting in 10 minutes, so it looks like you’ll be joining me for work today.”
That would explain why she had paired slippers with a sharp outfit from the ankles up.
In the meantime, she straddled my legs, smoothed out her skirt, and started to squat down over my face.
“Wait, no, please! I’m sorry!”
Bridget ignored me, and I was forced to watch as her butt, muscles toned by years of yoga under a generous layer of fat, fell towards me. I grunted in misery when her weight settled, and for the second day in a row, I found myself with my nose jammed in my stepmother’s buttcrack.
“Come on sweetheart, you know Mommy can’t just let you get away with something like that. As a mother, it’s my job to nurture you, teach you discipline.” She wiggled her hips, the smooth fabric of her skirt scraping back and forth across my nose as the generous curve of her yoga mom butt pulled it taut. “I’m a busy woman, you know. I’m taking time out of my day to do this for you. So just take Mommy’s punishment like a good boy.”
I started to whine as I was forced to take deep sniffs of Bridget’s butt, already wincing at the thick, earthy smell seeping through her skirt. She just ignored me, turning back towards her laptop. “Guessed my password, did you?”
In truth, I’d just seen it written on a sticky note a while ago.
“Well, I guess I’ll change it. Can’t have you rummaging around in Mommy’s files, now, can we?”
Wait. What happened to the footage?
Bridget apparently hadn’t deleted it, if she bothered with the thumb drive. Which meant that…
Valerie. She must’ve seen Bridget sitting on me yesterday, and grabbed the footage before I could. I shuddered, imagining the havoc my stepsister could wreak with that file in hand. So far, we’d gotten on at least alright, but I’d heard stories that she was capable of surprising cruelty behind closed doors.
I imagine dating prospects aren’t great in our area for an openly bisexual anarchist alt girl, but I couldn’t help but feel that there was a reason no one would touch someone as attractive as her with a ten foot pole…
In the meantime, though, I had more pressing problems.
Prrrrrbbbbbbttttttttt
Bridget sighed in bliss as she leaned slightly to the side, cracked a fart directly into my trapped nose, and slightly wiggled her hips, grinding it into my face. “Come on, be a good boy and sniff it for Mommy.”
I obeyed, not that I had any choice with how she’d trapped my nose. My stomach churned as the greasy fart drifted down my nose, burrowing in and feeling like it stuck to me, leaving behind a horrifically persistent stink.
“Alright, now thank Mommy for using her perfect butt to discipline you.” Bridget didn’t even bother to look down at me as she slightly lifted off, leaving me just enough room to kiss her ass.
“Bridget…”
She promptly dropped her weight right back down, shooting me an annoyed glance over her shoulder. “What did I say about using my proper title?”
Fraaaaaapt
My stepmom blasted me in the face with another fart, watching me choke on it for a few seconds before lifting up again, raising an expectant eyebrow.
I hesitated for a second, but decided it wasn’t worth picking this battle. “Sorry, Mommy.”
It came out as an annoyed mumble, but apparently it was good enough, because she continued. “Now, what do you say?”
“Thank you for disciplining me, Mommy.”
Bridget just kept staring, so, swallowing a sigh, I leaned forward and give her a quick peck on the buttcheek. I slightly winced at the sensation of her body heat radiating out from the skirt as I pressed my lips to it, but at least it could be worse.
“Good boy.” She finally sat down, turning back around and wiggling her hips to position my nose right where she wanted it in her buttcrack.
“You know, you should be grateful Mommy takes the time to teach you proper behavior like this. And using my most attractive asset to do so, no less.” She wiggled her hips again, leaving no doubt as to what “asset” she was referring to.
PrAAAAApppptttttt
She followed up the gesture with another fart, dry and airy. It felt like it singed my nose hairs on the way down, carrying a distinct impression of spiciness as it settled in a toxic cloud on my tongue. I had a vague memory of my stepmom putting hot sauce on her weird imitation eggs this morning.
“Hmm, it’s getting towards lunch time, maybe I should treat myself and order some food online.”
She didn’t even acknowledge the fart, idly mumbling to herself as she clacked away on her keyboard, preparing for the meeting or something.
“Ooooh, a three bean salad.” My eyes widened as Bridget apparently settled on a meal, the implications sinking in. “It may make me a bit gassy, but I’m sure you don’t mind, do you, sweetheart?”
Boooooooorpt
I frantically nodded, but she ignored me, except for farting yet again to rub it in.
“A woman my age can’t keep this figure without hard work, you know. Mommy has to eat healthy if she wants to keep that yoga mom booty you love so much.”
She let me gag on the lastest fart for a few more seconds before lifting up slightly, waiting expectantly.
“Thank you, Mommy.” I kissed her butt once more, and Bridget sat back down, her pose seeming self-satisfied and smug in that intangible way she had.
“You’re very welcome, sweetheart.”
There was a few more seconds of typing, before she perked up. “Oh! With all the excitement, Mommy almost forgot about her meeting.” She looked back over her shoulder at me, and I felt like her eyes were pinning me to the chair with her flat, menacing stare. “I trust you’ll behave yourself down there during the meeting? Mommy would hate to have to punish you even more… thoroughly.”
I frantically nodded again, trying to convey innocence as much as I could with only the top half of my face visible from under the curve of her butt.
Gowoooorrrpptttt
“Good boy.”
I groaned as even more of her toxic gas was pumped into my trapped nose, sulphuric and eggy. Already, things were getting noticeably warmer down here, a thick cloud of farts building up around Bridget’s skirt and, by extension, my face. And she hadn’t even eaten lunch yet.
“Hi, Janice!” She gave her webcam a friendly wave, the perfect picture of professionalism despite her own son squirming around beneath her. “How was your morning?”
“Oh, me? My day hasn’t been terribly eventful, I just had a bit of a row with my stepson. I think I set him straight, though.”
Poooooooorbt
Bridget farted again, letting me choke on the latest wave of methane as she chatted away.
“Oh yeah, I know how difficult they can be at that age. It just takes a firm hand and a reliable role model; make it clear how you expect them to behave.”
There was something uniquely galling about Bridget giving someone else parenting advice while using me as her personal fart receptacle. It wasn’t like I could complain, though. I just had to lie in outraged silence as she kept talking, completely helpless as I gagged on her farts.
I ended up spending the whole hour long meeting in miserable silence as my stepmom used me as a seat cushion, completely ignoring me and acting like this was any other Tuesday. The whole time, she left me to sniff fart after fart after fart, periodically cracking them out onto my trapped face. Bridget didn’t let me up for air once, forcing me to inhale each and every one from point blank range, without a single break.
I didn’t even notice the meeting ended until the door to her office opened, and she started speaking.
“Thanks for grabbing my food, honey.”
“No problem.”
I flinched in panic, stomach jumping halfway up my throat. Valerie was in the room with us.
Thankfully, my Valerie didn’t notice her mother repurposing me as a seat cushion, just leaving her food on her desk and making small talk.
I relaxed, or at least came as close to relaxing as someone can while huffing their stepmom’s farts.
I panicked all over again a moment later, though, when Bridget wiggled her hips, getting my attention before she next spoke. “Why don’t you step around my desk? I have something interesting to show you.”
I started frantically shaking my head, begging Bridget to stop, but she just ignored me.
Then, astonishing both of us, Valerie walked around Bridget’s desk, looked down at me, pulled her black-painted lips into a smirk, and winked at me. All without batting an eye.
“Talk to you later… Mommy.” She kissed Bridget on the cheek, and we both watched in stunned silence as she sauntered out of the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
Bridget just gaped for a few seconds, until eventually she burst out laughing. “That’s my girl!” She shook her head, still chuckling. “And here I thought I was going to surprise her. Should’ve known the little hellion would find out about it on her own.”
She turned back over her shoulder to look at me, eyes gloating as I now found myself at the mercy of both women. “Just a word of advice, you may want to stay on her good side.”
Booooooorpppptttttt
I started to grumble, but it got drowned out by a loud, bubbly fart, getting sucked right down my airways and spreading the flavor of my stepmom’s ass in my mouth in one dense cloud.
Bridget lifted her weight, waiting expectantly.
“Thank you for teaching me, Mommy.” I kissed her buttcheek, and she sat back down a second later, satisfied. I guess she was taking control of the situation again after Valerie threw her off balance.
“Mmmmmm, I can’t wait to try this salad. You looking forward to experiencing Mommy’s lunch second-hand, sweetheart?”
She lifted off of me, signaling she expected me to do some more brownnosing.
“Yes, Mommy.”
She looked back over her shoulder, flashing a predatory grin. “If you’re so excited to sniff Mommy’s farts, then, why don’t I make it a little easier for you?”
I stared up in horror as Bridget grabbed her skirt with both hands, slowly hiking it up her legs to her hips, leaving her bubble butt covered only by a pair of cherry red panties.
“Wait, Bridget, no! Plea- Mmmmmmmmmmph!”
My stepmom ignored me, sitting down with my nose wedged right in the crack of her underwear. I shuddered at feeling the bare skin of her butt pressing down on my face, the edge of each buttcheek now exposed to the air.
Bridget heaved a melodramatic sigh as she shifted her weight, shoving my nose further into her buttcrack. “So disrespectful towards Mommy. Here I am, doing what you wanted, and you treat me like that? You have a lot more to learn, sweetheart.”
Pooooooorpt
“Well, Mommy is nothing if not a persistent teacher. We’ll sort you out eventually.”
I started struggling as she pulled her salad out of the bag and began eating, completely ignoring my pained gags, coughs and whimpers. Already Bridget’s gas was way more potent, the thin fabric of her panties the only filter I got. And the beans hadn’t even taken effect yet.
Fraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaappptttttttttt
Bridget ripped a several second long fart directly onto my trapped nose, forcing me to take a deep inhale before lifting slightly off of me.
“Thank you for the lesson, Mommy.” I gave her another peck on the cheek, but she surprised me by not sitting back down.
“I would’ve accepted that kiss earlier, but after you disrespected me so much, you’re gonna have to show Mommy some real affection.”
“…Yes, Mommy.”
Still cringing from the hot, toxic fart cloud around my nose, I leaned forward and planted a several second long kiss on my stepmom’s bare buttcheek.
She promptly sat down, sealing my nose right back into her buttcrack. “That’s more like it.”
As I stared up at Bridget’s carefully styled hair, choking on the latest abomination to come from her gut, I was suddenly struck by the juxtaposition of our situation. From the waist up, my stepmom was the perfect consummate professional, hair and makeup immaculate, attractive yet professional.
Down here, though, Bridget had her skirt hiked up to her hips, my nose shoved deep in the crack of her bubble butt, covered in only a pair of cheeky red panties. She farted constantly, creating a hot, dense swamp of methane around my trapped nose as I weakly squirmed beneath her.
I guess Bridget was willing to give up her perfect appearance if it meant making my punishment even more miserable.
Brrrrrppppppttttttt
I was forced to take a long sniff of my stepmom’s latest fart, choking on the thick, heavy reek of half-digested food. I groaned in misery, but Bridget couldn’t be happier. “Good boy, just keep sniffing Mommy’s farts.”
Fraaaaaapppppppp
“Mmmm, that’s right, you’re a lucky boy to get this close to Mommy’s butt. Thank Mommy for using her amazing booty to teach you.”
My nose got released from its position up my stepmom’s buttcrack, and I frantically began to inhale from my mouth, desperate for fresh air. The smell was even worse now that Bridget’s skirt was out of the way.
“I don’t hear you thanking Mommy, sweetheart. You wouldn’t want me to have to remove another layer of clothing, would you?”
“I’m sorry, Mommy. Thank you for letting me get close to your butt. Thank you for teaching me a lesson.” I leaned forward and kissed my stepmom’s butt, wincing at the sensation of warm skin on my lips.
“That’s a good boy”, she cooed, sitting back down and wiggling her hips, wedging my nose back into the crack of her panties. “Mommy will keep giving you her farts as long as you need.”
SppppRAAAAAAAAApppptttt
I flinched as a loud, violent fart blasted me in the face, pumping more and more gas into the warm, damp cloud of toxic waste around my nose.
“Ooooh, sounds like those beans are starting to take effect.”
I took a reluctant sniff, and immediately started coughing, trying to shake my head. Bridget wasn’t kidding, her gas was already getting worse.
“Make sure you take nice, deep sniffs of Mommy’s farts, sweetheart. This is for your own good, remember.”
I forced myself to obey, screwing my eyes shut and taking deep inhales of Bridget’s awful gas. I was absolutely miserable, but I knew that angering her would only make things worse.
FRAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaapppppppppttttttt
Bridget slightly grunted, before releasing a several second long fart, going on so long I was forced to sniff before it was even over, injecting my mom’s gas straight down my throat.
“Come on sweetheart, keep sniffing Mommy’s fart.”
I shook my head and moaned in misery, but just kept breathing, slowly filtering the tainted air of Bridget’s buttcrack.
My stepmom just stayed primly seated, typing away on her laptop and ignoring my struggling except to taunt me.
Sssssssssssst
A silent fart hissed out onto my face, felt more than heard. Bridget didn’t even react, butt not shifting an inch.
I caught one whiff of it, and immediately cried out, all four limbs jerking around the bottom of my stepmom’s chair.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart. Is Mommy’s last fart extra stinky?” She put on a deliberately innocent tone of voice, slightly wiggling her hips. “Well, with the privilege of getting up close and personal with a nice butt like Mommy’s, I’m sure you don’t mind.”
I violently gagged as the scent of pure shit wafted into my nose, smelling like Bridget had just used me as a toilet. This was the worst fart yet.
“Mmmmmmmmph!”
I couldn’t get myself to lie still anymore, desperately jerking around in my stepmom’s chair. I tried to shake my head free of her buttcrack, but couldn’t get my nose to budge an inch with her full weight crushing my head.
Bridget, for her part, just sighed, radiating disdain. “Looks like Mommy still needs to show you how to behave.”
Bridget promptly grabbed my hair, making me whimper, before pulling me deeper into her buttcrack, simultaneously grinding her hips downward.
“I guess you’ll have to stay in Mommy’s butt even longer. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get plentyof Mommy’s farts.”
I kept quietly whining as Bridget dragged me deeper into her buttcrack, smearing my nose back and forth across the fabric of her panties. They were slightly damp with sweat, reeking of each and every fart she’d let loose today.
I ended up with my nose bent at an awkward angle, pressed right up again the fabric of Bridget’s underwear.
Boooorrrpppppptt
“I think you’re gonna stay right there, in Mommy’s booty, until I teach you a nice, long, thorough, lesson.”
Gooooorrrrpppttt
My eyes started to tear up as two horrible farts were pumped right down my trapped nose, but I was helpless to resist.
“If you behave yourself, Mommy may be nice and let you go when my work is done in a few hours.”
Fraaaaaaaaaappppptttttttttt
“Or, if you’d prefer, you can spend the night right here with Mommy.”
I later found out, to my dismay, that she had no intention of letting me go until absolutely necessary.
I spent all night screaming, gagging and begging for mercy as Bridget kept pumping more and more farts into my nose, but she had none to give. I didn’t get to leave until my stepmom went to bed.