BBW Farting for Stepson's Pleasure on Leggins
As I sat on the couch in my cozy, warm apartment, my phone buzzed with an incoming call from my stepson. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and I had just finished a hearty meal that had left me feeling quite bloated. I thought about ignoring the call but knew that he would sense something was off if I didn't answer.
"Hey there, Stepson!" I chirped into the phone, trying to keep my tone light and casual. "What's up? I was just about to start watching a movie. Want to come over and join me?"
There was a slight pause on the other end of the line before he replied, "Sure, sounds great. I'll be there in a bit."
I put my phone down on the coffee table and leaned back into the cushions, letting out a deep sigh. My overalls were riding high on my ample belly, and I couldn't help but rub my hands over the soft fabric. The leggings I was wearing were already starting to feel a bit tight around my legs, and I could feel the gentle rumble of a fart bubbling up from deep within me.
I let it out slowly, enjoying the sensation of the warm air escaping my body. The sound was somewhat muffled by the fabric of my overalls, but I knew that my stepson would love it. He had been becoming more and more obsessed with my farts recently, much to my dismay.
As I waited for him to arrive, I found myself getting lost in the moment. I picked up my phone again and started scrolling through social media, taking my time to let out the occasional fart. I knew that he would be thrilled when he heard them, and the thought turned me on just a little bit.
The front door opened and I heard his footsteps coming down the hallway. My heart raced as I wondered what he would do when he walked in and caught me in the act. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for his reaction, and let out another long, loud fart just as he stepped into the living room.
"Oh wow, that smells amazing!" he exclaimed, eyes wide with excitement. "Did you just fart on purpose for me?"
Blushing deeply, I tried to play it off like it was no big deal. "Well, I guess I did," I admitted with a shrug. "It's just been a bit gassy in here today."
He grinned from ear to ear and took a seat next to me on the couch. As we watched the movie together, I couldn't help but feel both embarrassed and aroused by his fascination with my farts. But then again, maybe this was just another way for us to bond as stepsiblings.
After all, we had spent so much time together since our parents got married that it felt almost like we were family ourselves. And who knows? Maybe one day he'll even learn to love my farts as much as I do.
