Mom's Punishment
by Dragster93

Disclaimer: Contains Mother/Son fart domination. You've got your fantasies, and I've got mine. If you don't like the story, don't read it. No one's forcing you.

Alright I'm gonna have to apologize to the readers that can't understand Hindi/Urdu. This story will have many parts that while written in English, will make sense only to Hindi/Urdu speakers. Thought I'd write something for them as well. It'll be my first time writing a story with Hindi/Urdu dialogues, so excuse me if it doesn't turn out well. Enjoy!

Aboodi was a 10 year old boy. He weighed about 40kgs. He was quite skinny. His family lived in Dubai. They lived in Dubai, but were originally from Pakistan. The family consisted of his dad Hassan, mom Zeenat, older sisters Maryam and Zainab. Maryam was 14 and weighed about 50kgs. Maryam was 15 and healthy, weighing in at around 55kgs. They ate well. They weren't fat though. Zeenat was 35 and slightly overweight. She weighed 80kgs. Hassan doesn't matter because he was out of the country on a business trip. They were an arab family.

Aboodi was a very naughty boy; always getting into trouble. He would always trouble his sisters and then act all innocent in front of his mom. Well Zeenat was no fool. She knew all too well about what a devil Aboodi was, and was getting tired of him constantly bugging others and getting into trouble.

"Aaaarrrgggghhh!! Come here you lil shit! I'll kill you! You think you can just bomb me with a water baloon like that?", yelled Maryam, running behind Aboodi. They were running in the whole house. They even went into the kitchen, where Zeenat was cooking. "Quit it, you two! That's enough!", yelled Zeenat, getting bugged from all the bikering. "He started it! I was in my room doing some work on my PC, when he just barges in and bombs me with a water baloon. My back is WET! And my PC could've short-circuited too!", said and annoyed Maryam. "Ufff I need to relax for some time. I'm going to my room. And if I hear another word out of either of you...!", said Zeenat, and then she started walking towards her room.

Zeenat entered her room, switched on the TV, and walked towards her bed to take a seat. The bed's foot section was pointed towards the TV. This was an orthopedic matress, meaning it was hard, not soft. Zeenat sat down. Just then she felt something under her butt. She reached down and pulled it out. It was a cushion. "Oops!", said Zeenat chuckling. Just then, she got an idea. "Beta Maryam, come here.", Zeenat called out to Maryam. Maryam came to the room. "Maryam, I have an idea on how we can teach your brother some discipline. Go and call him and Zainab here. And bring some rope and duct tape as well.". Maryam, a lil confused, obeyed and brought her other two siblings into her parent's room. "Thank you Maryam. Aboodi, chalo ek game khelte hein (let's play a game).", said Zeenat, giving Aboodi a loving smile. "Yayyy! Yes, ammi (yes, mom).", said an excited Aboodi. "But first, you must let your sisters tie you up.", said Zeenat. Aboodi, a lil confused about what they were playing, agreed. Maryam and Zainab made Aboodi place both his hands on his sides as if he were a soldier. They then tied the rope around his torso, stomach, hips, thighs, knees and ankles. He couldn't move at all. All he could do was wiggle. "Good job girls. Now, pick him up. One of you hold him by the shoulders, and the other by the feet. Place him on my bed with his head facing the TV and feet facing the other direction.". The girls did as they were told. "Kya khelne wale hein hum ammi? (What are we gonna play mom?)", asked Aboodi innocently. "Ek minute, beta (One minute, son). Beta Maryam, zara iske mu pe tape chadhado (Maryam, please put the tape on his mouth).", said Zeenat. "Wait, why do they n...mmmmmpppphhhh", Aboodi was cut off as the girls taped his mouth. "Alright Aboodi, now I shall tell you why I had your sisters tie you up. It was to immobilize you. Kyun (why)? Kyunki mein tumhare mu pe bethne wali hoon (Because I am going to sit on your face).", said Zeenat, giving Aboodi a cute smile. "Mmpphh?", muffled Aboodi upon hearing his mom's words.

Zeenat was wearing shalwar kameez, a traditional Indian/Pakistani dress. It's basically a long top that usually stretches upto the knees. Under this top, you wear a pajama (a very loose and puffy pant). But people were jeans as well. Zeenat had worn a pajama.

Zeenat walked over to where Aboodi's head was, and turned her back towards him, so her ass was facing his head, and her face was towards the TV. "Mmmmpppphhhhh", muffled Aboodi, starting to realize that his mom wasn't shitting him. Shit just got real! His sisters were starting to get smiles on their faces, as it dawned to them that their brother was finally getting what he had coming. Zeenat looked over her shoulder at her son's face, and blew him a flying kiss. 

Aboodi watched in horror as his mom's dress clad ass got closer and closer. And then...she sat down. Next thing Aboodi felt was an immense weight crushing his face. He was in such shock that he didn't even think about turning his head before his mom sat down. Ass his mom's butt pressed further on his face, his nose sank further into her crack. But given the face that his mom had worn panties, and a pajama, his nose sank just a lil, and then his mom's weight just continued crushing his face. His screamed into his mom's ass (and the tape). "Shhhhh, ammi ka wazan saho (bear your mom's weight). Mein apni gaand se tumhara chehra kuchalti rahungi (I'm going to continue crushing your face with my butt). Ye tumhari saza hai (This is your punishment). Tumhara chehra abse meri kursi hai (Your face is my seat from now on).", said Zeenat. The girls, all the while, giggled. 

Zeenat wiggled her butt, trying to get comfy on her son's face. The matress was hard, so with each wiggle Aboodi felt his face crush under his mom's ass. Zeenat finally got comfy. "Aaaah. That's the spot. Now, let's watch some TV, shall we, girls?", the girls knoded and happy climbed onto the bed. All this time, Aboodi wasn't breathing at all. He felt like his lungs would burst. He started struggling within his bond. Zeenat noticed this and smiled. "Look how he's squirming, girls? He's like a worm. Hahaha.", laughed Zeenat. The girls laughed watching the lil brother struggling under their mom's butt. "Take that lil brother! That'll teach you to mess with us!", said Maryam. "LOL mom this reminds me of that wrestling move; The Stinkace. He must be smelling your butt. Hahaha!", said Zainab laughing. "Nahi beta (No, child). My butt is covering his mouth and nose, and my weight his crushing his face. I'm pretty sure he's not breathing. But you've given me an idea.". Zeenat raised her legs on placed her feet on the matress, on either sides of Aboodi's head. She then laid back. Given the size difference between them, her head reached his crotch. "Zainab, please raise his knees slightly so his thighs may serve as a pillow. And once you've decided on an angle, go and sit on his feet, so that he can't move his feet forward or backward. We wouldn't want his to ruin our settings, now would we?". As Zeenat raised her legs and laid back, Aboodi's nose got just enough room to sneak in some air. However, the air was going between his mom's ass cheeks. So he was sniffing his mom's ass. "Mmmmm. Soongho beta (Smell, child). Ammi ki gaand soongho (Smell mom's ass).", Zeenat said to Aboodi, smiling.

Upon taking his first inhale, Aboodi's head shot back. His mom's ass smelt like dried shit. He had no idea that his mom never wiped her ass. He wasn't hoping to find out either. Atleast not like this. Zeenat raised her butt and placed it back on his face and adjusted her butt so his nose was aligned with her asshole. Aboodi's nose was assaulted with the smell of his mom's ass again. He wanted to turn his head, but his mom's weight held his head in place. "Soongho beta (Smell, child). Ammi ki gaand soongho (Smell mom's ass).". "Zainab was already sitting on Aboodi's feet. Maryam sat beside them. The three continued watching their TV show.

Aboodi lays there sniffing his mom's ass. He was in hell. His mom's butt crushing his face, and his nose up against her butthole, sniffing her shit. He thought to himself, "How much worse can things get?". Just then he heard gurgling from his mom's intenstines. Before he could contemplate what he'd just heard, he felt hot thick air rushing up his nostrils. An SBD! It was really hot. So hot that it burnt his nostril. And...the smell hit him. He remembered last night's Mutton Biryani with Mashed Potatoes. He was smelling mutton biryani and cauliflower, along with a lot of shit and sulphur. He was smelling his mom's fart. The smell hit him like a bomb. He started to struggle. He couldn't move his head anywhere. He couldn't move any part of his body. All he could do was lie there, and sniff his mom's fart. Zeenat noticed his struggles and smiled.

"Ammi, ye itna tadap kyun raha hai (Mom, why is he struggling so much)?", asked Maryam. "Hahaha use ammi ki....*a 5 second SBD went up his nostrils*....badboo nahi pasand (He doesn't like his mom's stink). Hahaha.", said Zeenat laughing. "LOL ammi, aap toh aise bol rahi hai jaise aap uske naak main paad rahi hain (LOL mom, you're talking as if you're farting up his nose)! Hahaha!", said Zainab. The girls had no idea that their mom was farting up Aboodi's nose. 

This SBD was deadlier than the previous one. Again Aboodi was forced to inhale his mom's hot thick fart. He started to feel woozy. Suddenly he heard more gurgling. "Uh-oh.", said Zeenat beginning to rub her belly. Aboodi heard this, but the girls didn't. Suddenly he felt his mom's asshole shift further, and press up against his nose. There was no more air for him. Atleast not outside air lol. Next thing, another hot gush of wind forced it's way into his nostrils. More biryani, cauliflower, sulphur and SHIT! Zeenat's smile grew wide as the thick fart went up her son's nose.

"Sniff...!!" is the last thing Aboodi heard his mom saying. He passed out.