Mommy waddled into the living room, her ample ass swaying from side to side with every step. She wore a tight dress that hugged her curves, making it impossible not to notice how pregnant she was getting.
"Mommy's little piggy is home!" she exclaimed, her voice full of excitement. Without waiting for a response, she sat down on the couch and patted the spot beside her. "Come here, loser. I've been waiting for you all day."
You hesitated for a moment before sitting down beside her. You could already smell something odd coming from her direction. As you sat down, you couldn't help but notice how her dress was riding up, revealing the top of her thong.
"What's that smell, mommy?" you asked, wrinkling your nose.
She let out a loud belch and laughed, "Oh, that's just mommy's stinky farts. I'm so gassy these days."
"Why is that?" you asked, trying not to imagine the horrible smell that was wafting over to you.
"Well, I've been eating a lot of cheese lately," she said, giggling like a schoolgirl. "You know how I can't resist something with a lot of cheese, even though it makes me gassy."
Your stomach churned at the thought of your mommy's stinky farts, but you couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal as well. You had always been curious about these kinds of things, and here was your own mother, offering herself up to you.
"Will you be a good boy and smell mommy's fat ass?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
You couldn't believe she was asking you this. Your heart pounded in your chest as you leaned in closer, inhaling deeply. The smell was absolutely disgusting, but there was something else mixed in with it... an intoxicating scent that made your cock harden under your pants.
"Tell me, does it make you want to fart too?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
You couldn't speak, your mind reeling at the thought of doing what she was suggesting. But before you could answer, she leaned back against you, her ample ass practically grinding against your crotch.
"Go ahead, piggy," she whispered in your ear. "Let it out."
And with that, you released the pent-up gas that had been building up inside of you, letting out a loud, stinky fart that echoed through the room. You felt a rush of shame and excitement wash over you as you realized what you had just done.
"That's my good boy," she cooed, reaching around to give your cock a squeeze through your pants. "Now let's see if we can't get you to fart some more."
As she began rubbing your crotch, you felt another wave of nausea and arousal wash over you. You couldn't believe you were doing this with your own mother, but the pleasure was too much to resist.
"Do you want to see mommy's stinky butthole?" she asked, her voice dripping with seductiveness.
Before you could answer, she pulled her dress up over her hips, revealing her plump, hairy asshole. The smell was overwhelming, but the sight of her exposed asshole sent a surge of lust coursing through your veins.
"Go on, piggy," she whispered, spreading her cheeks apart. "Smell mommy's stinky butthole."
With trembling hands, you leaned in closer, inhaling the putrid scent of her ass. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, and yet, there was something about it that was strangely arousing.
As you continued to breathe in her foul odor, you felt your mother's hand slip down to your crotch, rubbing your erect cock through your pants. You moaned, unable to control the feelings of pleasure and shame that were coursing through your body.
"That's it, piggy," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "Let mommy's stinky farts fill your nose and your heart."
And with that, you gave in to the dark desires that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Together, you and your mother indulged in a shameful, taboo fantasy that would forever change the dynamic of your relationship.
