Lucy's Mother, Jessica came into the room, naked as usual. Lucy sometimes wish his mother wear some sort of clothes, even if it's just a wife-beater.

Unfortunately when she's like this there is usually a reason Lucy dreaded.

"Oh, Lucy, Honey. Sorry to barge in suddenly, I just need one thing from you." Your mother says, face turning light red, reaching down to Lucy.

Lucy ran, she ran away from the TV room and tries her best to get away from her mother. But unfortunately, having an ant-size body doesn't make her harder to catch, with her mother's long arms it was easier to catch her.

Lucy screamed at her mother to let her go, anticipating the horrors what's about to come.

*BRTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

A foul other wafted to her nose as it was plugged into her mother's anus. Pin and crushed by her massive dumptruck of an ass. 

Lucy screamed and hit and kick her mother's ass to wiggle her way out of it. Unfortunately another strong wind of that terrible gas, filled with diet food, spicy peppers and a shit ton of milk, burns through her insides.

Then another blow came to her, stronger and fiercer that she started to cry a bit, with tears dripping down. It was wiped away from Jessica clenching her ass.

Only 30 minutes pass and Lucy's normal lighthearted mood washed away by the drench of her own mother's terrible farts. Wet and nasty, yet your mother had enjoyed every second of Lucy wiggling and struggling to escape her 30 minute fart torture.

"Hooo.... Morning farts tends to be very nasty. I'm glad I have you honey..." Jessica kissed her tiny almost fainted daughter, large lips covering her face with a gentle smooch.

Lucy didn't say anything.

"Oh, maybe even 30 minutes was to extreme. Well, I'll tell you what. Let's have a Mother-daughter's day today. I'll take care of you, and you'll be ready to smell my farts better than know." Jessica snaps her finger, like this event was normal and that it'll bond them together closer.

Lucy thought getting it over with is better than anticipating death.

"Well, first you need a bath. I did quite a number, sorry. Hehe, it has been a long time since we bathe together anyway."

Like that, your mother carried you away from the TV, weak and unconscious, to her bathroom.