"Mom please, there really isn't any reason to come to these things anymore- I'm too old for interview night anyway and I'm doing really well in all my classes." Michael pleads to his Mother as she parks her deep red S.U.V in a narrow spot outside of the school. "Oh really, Michael? Then why has Ms. Williams contacted me via email asking me specifically to come tonight. I thought I raised you better than this, now come on, we're going to have a little chat with her and then go home. After all, you're doing so well in her class aren't you?" Michael slumps his head down, and exits the car, hitting the adjacent vehicle hard with the door. "Michael! I hope you didn't do that on purpose-!" "I didn't! It was your shitty parking job!" Michael shouts, cutting off his Mother. She tightens her fists and sighs. "Do not speak to me like that ever again, we are going to find out who's car that is and you can pay for their paint job with your next paycheque, now come inside and be quiet!" Michael groans as his mother takes down the license plate and leads him into the school.
After speaking to Michael's first three teachers his Mother is somewhat pleased with what she's heard. "See, I told you I'm doing fine. We don't have to speak with Mr. Williams, please let just go home." His Mother scoffs. "Michael, I know what a brat you can be, and I know there is a good reason why she asked me to come in tonight. Now what class is she in." Michael sighs. "It's outside, in one of the portables." The pair head out of the building, to the farthest portable from the school. A jovial Mother and Daughter pass by them exiting the class. "They seemed happy, perhaps she is just going to commend you." Michaels Mother suggests. Michael stays quiet, causing his Mother to further suspect something amiss. They enter the class, and Ms. Williams stands to greet only Michael's Mother, gesturing him to sit in one the two chairs across from her desk. The tall, redheaded woman places her hand on his Mother's shoulder, and kindly guides her to the seat next to Michael, before locking the door to the classroom. "Oh don't worry, I just don't want anyone barging in. You are the last interview of the night after all." Ms. Williams assures Michaels mother with a smile.
Taking a seat after Michael's Mother, Mr. Williams puts on a more serious face and begins filing through some papers. "Now, Mrs. Shepard-" "It's Ms. Shepard, I'm happily divorced." Michaels Mother interrupts, eliciting a chuckle from the two mature women. "Yes, Ms.Shepard, as I was saying, this is a math course so if a student isn't paying attention, then the proof is in the pudding. The tests. Here are just a few of his tests from the semester, I think you will find a pattern." Michael's Mother scans the papers with a scowl. "I knew there was something awry, he made it seem like everything was alright in this class- I should have known better." She says shaking her head. "That's not all Ms. Shepard. The reason I called you here is because I found this left behind, I assume on accident. It appears from this little story that your son has written that I am the cause of his distraction." Ms. Williams hands a wrinkled paper over to Michael's Mother as he watches in utter despair. "Please Mom, don't read that it's-" Ms. Williams cuts him off, as his Mother shakes her head at him.
As Michael's Mother reads over the story, a great look of disgust becomes clear on her face. She places the paper down on the desk. "I am at my wits end. How disrespectful it is to write this smut about a teacher, and for her to have found it. I am ashamed Ms. Williams, truly. I can't think of any punishment befitting this." Ms. Williams smiles. "Actually, punishment is exactly the reason I have called you here, Ms. Shepard. His little story here seems to fetishize a woman's gas. How about we give him what he wants then- all the gas he could dream of." Michael looks at his teacher horrified and turns to his Mother who looks down at him in disappointment, before putting on a sinister grin. "Ms. Williams, I think that is an excellent idea." Michael quickly lunges to the exit, but his Mother yanks him by the arm. The two women being much larger than Michael easily overpower him, and force him down onto his knees. "Now Ms. Shepard, I believe it is a Mother's duty to discipling her son, so I'll let you have first dibs on the torture. I'll go close the blinds and hit the lights. Don't worry I have some candles."
In the dim candle light of the portable, Michael sits perspiring heavily on his knees. Above him, his Mother stands massaging her stomach, before presenting her tight, navy blue dress skirt covered ass to him. It's big, round and accentuated by her dress. Her straight brown hair flows down her white blouse. "Don't be shy, Ms. Shepard, take a seat. He's your son, your property." Michael's Mother smiles, and places her full weight on the boys face, causing his neck to bend back sharply, and him to squeal. Ms. Williams comes around the back of him, and cradles the boy's head in her hands, gently forcing it up further into his Mother's ass. "That feels good~ I should have done this sooner." The two women chuckle. "Oh, I feel a fart coming. Keep his nose right there.. urgggh!" With a grunt, Michael's Mother rips a foul, eggy fart up his nose. He struggles, but as the powerful oeuf like scent surges through his airways, he's overcome with an awful feeling of arousal.
“Ms. Shephard.. What do you eat?” The two MILFy women share another laugh, as Michael huffs up his Mother’s potent fart. “It’s this new raw, vegan diet I saw on the news. Except, I can never really fully follow through with the vegan bit.. I just love eggs~” Ms. Williams releases Michael’s head, and walks around to face his Mother. “Well, I pride myself on having some raunchy farts, what do you say we turn this punishment into a bit of a contest as well?” Ms. Shepard rises off of her son as he gasps for clean air. “The winner gets Michael for a whole month. That way we can ensure the woman in charge of his punishment is the woman with the more lethal gas~” The two women agree, and shake on their deal. Michael meanwhile struggles to conceal his growing erection. It feels so wrong, and the gas really does smell rancid.. but he can’t get enough of it. And now he fears the sight of him enjoying this will ruin his chance of a months worth of MILF gas.
As Ms. Williams takes a seat, and gets ready for her turn to gas the boy, his Mother makes a startling discovery. “Michael! You’re.. enjoying this?” Ms. Williams quickly hops off of the boys face, and the pair stare down at him, look at each other and then turn back, both with a grin. “Well that isn’t totally unexpected now is it, Ms. Williams? I mean, we both read that story.” Ms.Williams nods. “Yes, and it isn’t such a bad thing, now, is it?” Ms. Shepard shakes her head. “Of course not.” Stepping back toward Michael, and now unbuckling her black dress pants, Ms. Williams resumes her turn, now revealing her g-string split ass cheeks to the boy. “The contest still stands, yes? And the reward remains?” Ms. Williams asks, adjusting herself comfortably atop the boys helpless face. “No.. let’s spice it up a bit. A full year with the victor.” The two women emphatically agree.
With a toxic, bubbly groan, Ms. Williams pumps the boy full of juicy gas. He chokes, and gags but ultimately sucks the full bodied fart up his nostrils with pleasure. What little of the gas remains outside of Michaels nose wafts over to his Mother’s. “My goodness~! And I thought my farts were bad. Ms. Williams, I’m impressed. You have to tell me your diet.” Ms. Williams chuckles, and arches in her back. “Well, I do enjoy my fair share of beef.” A thick, bassy rumble reverberates off of the boys face from between Ms.Williams deep, sweaty crack. “And I can’t say I have much restraint with Mexican..” Ms. Williams states after a sigh of relief. Immediately another raunchy farts bubbles into Michael’s nose. “In fact I indulged in both quite a lot today. Michael is a lucky boy... there was a two for one deal on beef and bean burritos at La Cocina Gaseosa, so I bought four~”
Ms. Williams peels Michael’s face out of her sticky, hot crack. She fans her nose and chuckles. “My turn now.. bare assed. Let’s see how Michael likes Mommy’s deadly gas straight from the source.” Wiggling seductively out of her navy blue dress, Michaels mother reveals her bare ass.
“No panties? I like your style Ms. Shepard.” Ms. Williams teases. Michael’s Mother grabs him by the hair and begins to massage her massive, bare ass over his face, until he is swallowed completely. Without hesitation, her onslaught begins. Bending over she unloads a nauseating flood of thick, MILF gas for Michael to sniff up greedily. Reaching back to spread her cheeks, she once more rips a hot, silent fart up her son’s willing nose. In minutes the portable is filled with a rich, eggy stench, and Ms. Williams concedes. “Bravo, bravo Ms. Shepard! A gassing like that deserves an award. And Michael was such a good boy too. I didn’t think he’d be able to handle it.” Ms. Williams declares. “You two should be on your way now. I’ll beef up Michaels grades a bit for his performance today. Remember to tell him if he even needs something, I’ll be here~.”
Michael’s Mother gestured him to go to the car, and she handed him the keys to get it warmed up. After about ten minutes Ms. Shepard met her son in the vehicle. “Mommy is very proud of you. You should have told me how you felt sooner sweetie. But don’t worry- we have a lot of catching up to do tonight. Let’s start with a nice dutch oven on the car ride home. Roll up those windows sweetie~”
Back at the Shepard household, Michael lay in bed, with his boxers down, and his throbbing cock out. His Mother- clad in sexy lingerie took a seat atop his face, and began to stroke his cock. Ripping her nastiest farts yet, Ms. Shepard gave her son the best orgasm he had ever experienced. She rose off of the bed and smiled at him. “Now honey, I know Mommy won the contest, but I made an interesting discovery after you left the portable. The car you banged up was Ms. Williams~ I thought it was only right to let her dominate you as reparations, and she wholeheartedly accepted! But don’t worry, you aren’t leaving Mommy- Ms. Williams is coming to live here~!” |