Kimberly can't wait
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 20
by
copier
· original author:
oldguy5
Kimberly felt the gas build up within her. The pressure it exerted on her sphincter was growing. She had just admitted to her daughter that you were beneath her ass, voluntarily, serving as a cushion.
As Kimberly restrained the awaiting gas in her bowels, in her head she reasoned. "If I was just sitting on a cushion, and not Jake, would I be this concerned about farting in front of Cassie? Of course not. What better way to show Cassie that while serving beneath her ass that you were only a cushion and nothing more, than letting rip." Kimberly smiled as she decided her course of action.
Below, you heard the mumbled conversation above. Your face unwillingly pressed into your future mother-in-law's asshole, while she spoke with your darling Cassie as if you didn't matter. You heard the rumble of Kimberly's bowels loud and clear. Her sphincter flexed and relaxed itself across your face. As long as Cassie was in the room, you felt a certain level of protection.
Your feeling was short lived. Kimberly bore down on you and forced a loud, gust of air into your mouth directly from her asshole. The taste was bitter. Your eyes watered as you were force fed a mouthful of stench. Your disgust and anger caused you to violently vibrate in Kimberly's ass, she relished the feeling.
Cassie still stood lost in thought about using you as a cushion. Her mom gamed nonchalantly as you were nestled deep in her mom's meaty ass. "Is he ok under you, mom?" Cassie asked.
Just then Kimberly bore down and farted into her Jake cushion. She continued to game. Cassie's jaw dropped.
"Mom! Did you really just fart on Jake?", a bewildered Cassie asked.
"Jake?", Kimberly answered, "no I didn't fart on Jake, I farted on my cushion, like any other cushion. He wanted to be a cushion, why would I make a special exception for this cushion?"
Kimberly knew her approach was a gamble. She awaited Cassie's response.
As Kimberly restrained the awaiting gas in her bowels, in her head she reasoned. "If I was just sitting on a cushion, and not Jake, would I be this concerned about farting in front of Cassie? Of course not. What better way to show Cassie that while serving beneath her ass that you were only a cushion and nothing more, than letting rip." Kimberly smiled as she decided her course of action.
Below, you heard the mumbled conversation above. Your face unwillingly pressed into your future mother-in-law's asshole, while she spoke with your darling Cassie as if you didn't matter. You heard the rumble of Kimberly's bowels loud and clear. Her sphincter flexed and relaxed itself across your face. As long as Cassie was in the room, you felt a certain level of protection.
Your feeling was short lived. Kimberly bore down on you and forced a loud, gust of air into your mouth directly from her asshole. The taste was bitter. Your eyes watered as you were force fed a mouthful of stench. Your disgust and anger caused you to violently vibrate in Kimberly's ass, she relished the feeling.
Cassie still stood lost in thought about using you as a cushion. Her mom gamed nonchalantly as you were nestled deep in her mom's meaty ass. "Is he ok under you, mom?" Cassie asked.
Just then Kimberly bore down and farted into her Jake cushion. She continued to game. Cassie's jaw dropped.
"Mom! Did you really just fart on Jake?", a bewildered Cassie asked.
"Jake?", Kimberly answered, "no I didn't fart on Jake, I farted on my cushion, like any other cushion. He wanted to be a cushion, why would I make a special exception for this cushion?"
Kimberly knew her approach was a gamble. She awaited Cassie's response.
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March 28, 2025
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