You facepalmed hard enough to hurt a little, but that minor pain only served to anchor you onto reality. You really should have seen this one coming, it did happen in your own world way more often than you'd be willing to admit to anyone. The moment your mom fell asleep, she could unleash many more farts than when awake, apparently having becoming used to hold them in for so long that it really takes massive amounts of gas for her to even feel bloated, but that vaguely conscious effort she makes to keep it all in goes away as soon as she drifts off to sleep, and you've been nearby more than enough times to have learned that the hard way.
Soon, a titanic fart erupted from the depths of your mom's crack, blasting you with the force of a volcanic eruption, though, as before, her immense asscheeks held you in place with their sheer weight, and you were forced to undulate along with them as they shook and jiggled to her fart's thunderous reverberations. You heard her giggle softly, the same way the version of her you knew did exactly when this kind of thing happened, which also incidentally confirmed she was asleep for real, she only giggled like that after farting in her sleep.
All you could do was to try and endure, resigned to this fate until presumably next morning and wait as fatigue wore you down enough to finally fall asleep, or more like passing out so that you could get a iota of rest through your mom's likely to be plentiful massive farts, you were sure this one was merely the first of many since you knew her relatively well in terms of the way she slept.
There were times where she even fell asleep while sitting on your lap as you were watching a movie on tv and you were forced to stay seated under her and also endure her farts until she either ripped a loud enough one to wake herself up with, or until she woke up on her own. Only a few times did someone else wake her for your sake, mostly your dad if he happened to be around. Ariadne often chose not to but there were some times where even she felt merciful enough towards you to get you out of these kinds of situations, though most of the time she left you do suffer with her, saying that you should spoil her while you're still at home.
Miriam shook her hips in her sleep while she was trying to dislodge some large gas bubbles that got stuck along her gut, these new motions caused rippling quakes of squishy booty flesh that jostled you around for a bit, before sliding down even deeper into the abyss-like chasm of her crack. Ironically, your descent was halted by a sudden barrage of enormous farts, each nearly, or even bigger and louder than the previous one. The stale atmosphere got heavier as a thick, noxious miasma surrounded you, a mixture of methane, sulfur and other nasty-smelling gases, plus hints of rotten or decaying beans and spice, a telltale sign that she had indulged in her favorite guilty pleasure.
Getting repeatedly blasted by typhoon-sized gusts of wind, together with the deafening thunderous booming noises that accompanied them nearly eliminated any capacity for you to focus on anything, and as a result you failed to notice that the gap that had been briefly opened between your mom's immensely thick cheeks by the ginormous passing fart bubbles made you slide down farther down until you hit... something...
At least someone upstairs seemed to have a shred of mercy for you, as you landed on a very warm, soft surface, though not quite as soft as Miriam's overly plump cheeks. But you could also feel that there was a layer of fabric between you and whatever was radiating off so much heat below. After the dazed feeling from the fall and the massive farts you had just endured, you could finally think straight again, and you began to shudder like you hadn't before as the realization hit you like a thousand buckets of ice water... You were in the absolute last place you wanted to be in your mom's enormous behind, barely spared from a truly terrifying fate by a relatively meager, stretched-thin layer of clothing that belonged to her panties-turned-thong.
After your recent experiences with Snickers and Monique, you recognized this place, and as if on cue, there was a large tremor, as the plump flesh below began to twitch, still feeling your presence despite the fabric covering it. The motions knocked you off your feet, and when you fell, landing face first on the 'ground', the tremors intensified several times over, as you gave it surprisingly powerful but pleasant ticklish tingles. You could even hear her giggling in her sleep and it would've been too much of a coincidence if it wasn't related to this.
Rapid and repeated clenching followed that giggling, Miriam's humongous cheeks seemed to be determined to completely engulf you and in a way it felt like they were trying to flatten you, but they were far too soft for that to happen, so you ended up getting enveloped by their warm, squishy mass, while the 'ground' under your feet kept shaking in a rhythmic way as it pulsated. Its owner may have been asleep but that thing sure was quite awake.
There was no way for you to know what your mom was dreaming about, and in fact, you were somewhat concerned about it, as she shook her hips several times and her anus twitched unpredictably, almost as if it wanted to devour you, with her ill-fitting thong serving as a makeshift muzzle, sparing you from the ringed monster's hungry maw. All this movement in such a sensitive area wouldn't come free of consequence, as you soon would learn the hard way, when a titanic eruption that felt like it put any volcano's to shame went off, almost right under you as well, blasting you several hundreds of meters upwards in mere fractions of a second, its thundering reverberations rushed past you and they felt powerful enough to even warp the air itself around you. The enormous hurricane-sized booty blast kept pushing you upwards, for what felt like miles before it died down.
You were suspended in mid air for a split second, and for the first time in your life, you felt like in a cartoon, waiting for gravity to kick in at the worst possible time... and down you went, falling much faster than before as Miriam's cheeks were still slightly parted, which meant that you quickly reached terminal speed, the wind chilling your skin despite the otherwise overbearing warmth surrounding you, before you landed with a face-first slam onto the rubbery surface below.
This impact sent her anus into a twitching frenzy, and it even felt as if this part of her body really had a mind of its own, and was growing frustrated at the fabric covering it, preventing it from effectively moving you towards its plump, twitching muscly ringed bands. You then heard your mom moan, something you'd never really heard before, and that made you shudder. You were the victim in all of this, yet you felt somehow guilty.
"Be more gentle, Rapha..." She said in a sleepy slurred way, soon followed by a guilty giggle. She shook her hips more slowly and also clenched her cheeks a few more times.
'I really am going to need some really good therapy after this is all said and done' You thought, resigning yourself to a sleepless night if your mom's unaware antics were to continue at this rate, and nothing indicated they'd be stopping anytime soon. Her words still made you shudder, even though you were quite aware that your parents were very happily married and had a healthy relationship, it was just something you didn't want to think about too often. Plus, this implied that your dad had been here, perhaps willingly even.
You recalled a few times when your dad would tease your mom about the size of her behind, but it'd always end up with a compliment and it was more than obvious that he was really fond of it, playfully grabbing or slapping it on occasion. Those things, or seeing them kissing, didn't even freak you out all that much unlike most other kids you knew, since you had been taught it was just a natural thing for married couples to do.
What did embarrass you, however, was that your father insisted that it was most likely you had inherited his tastes, either through blood or by culture, and he even made it a point to show you how some popular female characters were given a more booty-focused look to better appeal to the Mexican audience, compared to the US one. There were some surprisingly high quality comics among those, such as some featuring Spiderman and a what-if style storyline where Gwen Stacy didn't die or something...
You shook your head, those memories were getting more embarrassing by the second, and they weren't making it any easier for you to handle this situation. Wanting to get away from the twitching beast under your feet, you attempted to climb your mom's humongous cheeks, but the moment you grabbed them and tightened your grip to begin your climb, they began to shake erratically and you could hear her sleepy laughter, despite the heavy muffling from your plus-sized surroundings.
Outside your fleshy prison, the door quietly opened, as a certain Amazon-esque girl managed to sneak her way into your mom's room. She was holding her phone in one hand, to use as a discreet lantern with its dimmed screen, and in the other she was holding one of the micro dolls she had talked about to her mom.
'Sheesh, I told mom that I needed my big sis time with Blaise and she hogged him all night long... Man, she was more starved than I thought' She thought, quickly noting how the inside of the room was warmer as well as noticing the familiar stench of her mom's digestive system at work. She was partially used to it but not as much as yourself, and was even surprised you could put up with this kind of thing on the regular.
Ariadne slowly walked over to Miriam and was glad that she didn't have any covers on her, so all she had to do was to lower her yoga pants' waistband to retrieve you from her crack. But as soon as she did, and brought her face closer to get a better look, Miriam ripped a giant fart on her face. It took every ounce of her willpower and determination not to cough and retch as the noxious gust of wind blew her hair back for a moment...
Soon, a titanic fart erupted from the depths of your mom's crack, blasting you with the force of a volcanic eruption, though, as before, her immense asscheeks held you in place with their sheer weight, and you were forced to undulate along with them as they shook and jiggled to her fart's thunderous reverberations. You heard her giggle softly, the same way the version of her you knew did exactly when this kind of thing happened, which also incidentally confirmed she was asleep for real, she only giggled like that after farting in her sleep.
All you could do was to try and endure, resigned to this fate until presumably next morning and wait as fatigue wore you down enough to finally fall asleep, or more like passing out so that you could get a iota of rest through your mom's likely to be plentiful massive farts, you were sure this one was merely the first of many since you knew her relatively well in terms of the way she slept.
There were times where she even fell asleep while sitting on your lap as you were watching a movie on tv and you were forced to stay seated under her and also endure her farts until she either ripped a loud enough one to wake herself up with, or until she woke up on her own. Only a few times did someone else wake her for your sake, mostly your dad if he happened to be around. Ariadne often chose not to but there were some times where even she felt merciful enough towards you to get you out of these kinds of situations, though most of the time she left you do suffer with her, saying that you should spoil her while you're still at home.
Miriam shook her hips in her sleep while she was trying to dislodge some large gas bubbles that got stuck along her gut, these new motions caused rippling quakes of squishy booty flesh that jostled you around for a bit, before sliding down even deeper into the abyss-like chasm of her crack. Ironically, your descent was halted by a sudden barrage of enormous farts, each nearly, or even bigger and louder than the previous one. The stale atmosphere got heavier as a thick, noxious miasma surrounded you, a mixture of methane, sulfur and other nasty-smelling gases, plus hints of rotten or decaying beans and spice, a telltale sign that she had indulged in her favorite guilty pleasure.
Getting repeatedly blasted by typhoon-sized gusts of wind, together with the deafening thunderous booming noises that accompanied them nearly eliminated any capacity for you to focus on anything, and as a result you failed to notice that the gap that had been briefly opened between your mom's immensely thick cheeks by the ginormous passing fart bubbles made you slide down farther down until you hit... something...
At least someone upstairs seemed to have a shred of mercy for you, as you landed on a very warm, soft surface, though not quite as soft as Miriam's overly plump cheeks. But you could also feel that there was a layer of fabric between you and whatever was radiating off so much heat below. After the dazed feeling from the fall and the massive farts you had just endured, you could finally think straight again, and you began to shudder like you hadn't before as the realization hit you like a thousand buckets of ice water... You were in the absolute last place you wanted to be in your mom's enormous behind, barely spared from a truly terrifying fate by a relatively meager, stretched-thin layer of clothing that belonged to her panties-turned-thong.
After your recent experiences with Snickers and Monique, you recognized this place, and as if on cue, there was a large tremor, as the plump flesh below began to twitch, still feeling your presence despite the fabric covering it. The motions knocked you off your feet, and when you fell, landing face first on the 'ground', the tremors intensified several times over, as you gave it surprisingly powerful but pleasant ticklish tingles. You could even hear her giggling in her sleep and it would've been too much of a coincidence if it wasn't related to this.
Rapid and repeated clenching followed that giggling, Miriam's humongous cheeks seemed to be determined to completely engulf you and in a way it felt like they were trying to flatten you, but they were far too soft for that to happen, so you ended up getting enveloped by their warm, squishy mass, while the 'ground' under your feet kept shaking in a rhythmic way as it pulsated. Its owner may have been asleep but that thing sure was quite awake.
There was no way for you to know what your mom was dreaming about, and in fact, you were somewhat concerned about it, as she shook her hips several times and her anus twitched unpredictably, almost as if it wanted to devour you, with her ill-fitting thong serving as a makeshift muzzle, sparing you from the ringed monster's hungry maw. All this movement in such a sensitive area wouldn't come free of consequence, as you soon would learn the hard way, when a titanic eruption that felt like it put any volcano's to shame went off, almost right under you as well, blasting you several hundreds of meters upwards in mere fractions of a second, its thundering reverberations rushed past you and they felt powerful enough to even warp the air itself around you. The enormous hurricane-sized booty blast kept pushing you upwards, for what felt like miles before it died down.
You were suspended in mid air for a split second, and for the first time in your life, you felt like in a cartoon, waiting for gravity to kick in at the worst possible time... and down you went, falling much faster than before as Miriam's cheeks were still slightly parted, which meant that you quickly reached terminal speed, the wind chilling your skin despite the otherwise overbearing warmth surrounding you, before you landed with a face-first slam onto the rubbery surface below.
This impact sent her anus into a twitching frenzy, and it even felt as if this part of her body really had a mind of its own, and was growing frustrated at the fabric covering it, preventing it from effectively moving you towards its plump, twitching muscly ringed bands. You then heard your mom moan, something you'd never really heard before, and that made you shudder. You were the victim in all of this, yet you felt somehow guilty.
"Be more gentle, Rapha..." She said in a sleepy slurred way, soon followed by a guilty giggle. She shook her hips more slowly and also clenched her cheeks a few more times.
'I really am going to need some really good therapy after this is all said and done' You thought, resigning yourself to a sleepless night if your mom's unaware antics were to continue at this rate, and nothing indicated they'd be stopping anytime soon. Her words still made you shudder, even though you were quite aware that your parents were very happily married and had a healthy relationship, it was just something you didn't want to think about too often. Plus, this implied that your dad had been here, perhaps willingly even.
You recalled a few times when your dad would tease your mom about the size of her behind, but it'd always end up with a compliment and it was more than obvious that he was really fond of it, playfully grabbing or slapping it on occasion. Those things, or seeing them kissing, didn't even freak you out all that much unlike most other kids you knew, since you had been taught it was just a natural thing for married couples to do.
What did embarrass you, however, was that your father insisted that it was most likely you had inherited his tastes, either through blood or by culture, and he even made it a point to show you how some popular female characters were given a more booty-focused look to better appeal to the Mexican audience, compared to the US one. There were some surprisingly high quality comics among those, such as some featuring Spiderman and a what-if style storyline where Gwen Stacy didn't die or something...
You shook your head, those memories were getting more embarrassing by the second, and they weren't making it any easier for you to handle this situation. Wanting to get away from the twitching beast under your feet, you attempted to climb your mom's humongous cheeks, but the moment you grabbed them and tightened your grip to begin your climb, they began to shake erratically and you could hear her sleepy laughter, despite the heavy muffling from your plus-sized surroundings.
Outside your fleshy prison, the door quietly opened, as a certain Amazon-esque girl managed to sneak her way into your mom's room. She was holding her phone in one hand, to use as a discreet lantern with its dimmed screen, and in the other she was holding one of the micro dolls she had talked about to her mom.
'Sheesh, I told mom that I needed my big sis time with Blaise and she hogged him all night long... Man, she was more starved than I thought' She thought, quickly noting how the inside of the room was warmer as well as noticing the familiar stench of her mom's digestive system at work. She was partially used to it but not as much as yourself, and was even surprised you could put up with this kind of thing on the regular.
Ariadne slowly walked over to Miriam and was glad that she didn't have any covers on her, so all she had to do was to lower her yoga pants' waistband to retrieve you from her crack. But as soon as she did, and brought her face closer to get a better look, Miriam ripped a giant fart on her face. It took every ounce of her willpower and determination not to cough and retch as the noxious gust of wind blew her hair back for a moment...
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May 12, 2023
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