Miriam kept relaxing, she wasn't asleep, in fact, there was no way she could be asleep as your tiny movements gave her many more pleasurable tingles than she ever expected. But even now that you had stopped, she couldn't help but feel your diminutive form engulfed by the sheer mass of her (admittedly only to herself) enormous ass. She was a little surprised that once you were done massaging her, as she thought of it, were making no attempts to leave, furthermore, she could even feel you trying to get comfortable, and that made her heart melt.
'Well, he must be comfy in there' She thought with a smile 'I guess there is a benefit to those stray calories' she quietly giggled. It was something she'd always been aware of even if she didn't openly admit it to anyone, she'd always been thick. She was thankful that she had Sheila, who indirectly taught her to carry herself with confidence at a time where it wasn't specially fashionable to be "bigger" than the average. The fact that she never lost the "baby weight" was once a motive for concern, but her friends, her mother, her mother-in-law and even her doctors convinced her that it was perfectly fine and even healthy on her, and soon she came to embrace them.
'If Raphael saw this the jokes about my butt wouldn't ever stop' She thought back to the current situation with an amused chuckle. It was all in good fun though, she knew her husband was indeed fond of her lower assets, a fact that even you were (painfully) aware of. Miriam also remembered some times when Ariadne joked about it.
«Geez mom, one day you're gonna sit down and Blaise will get lost under all that»
«Make sure Blaise's not in dat ass when you leave»
«Wow, poor lil' bro, hope you don't flatten him»
Miriam knew all these and many more were simply lighthearted jabs, and she laughed at them too, though she found it even funnier actually imagining some of those scenarios. She paused for a moment. In a way, some of them had just become real right now. She could still feel him laying still, engulfed by her plush flesh.
'At least he never made fun of them' She thought. Had it been Ariadne or her husband, she might've wanted to get a little bit of a playful payback for all those jokes, not much out of any desire for actual revenge but simply to have karma finally bite them back in some way. But with you, all she wanted was to shower you with her affection and to let you be as comfy as you could be. But she couldn't keep denying that she felt good herself.
'I wonder if he'd like to stay back there, even if he doesn't massage me' She thought, now giving that thought some more consideration.
'I wouldn't mind carrying him around in there either' She smiled. She could picture herself telling Sheila and Dolores at some point, and she was sure at least the former would express her envy, which would be something she'd get to brag about as a "mom's privilege", as she had done on previous times, where both of her friends expressed envy at their lack of sons of their own.
She was aware to some extent of how much of her assets jiggled and shook when she moved, and sometimes even when she was mostly still, which was a bit concerning to her, though it got mitigated by her friends' and your reassurances. So, in an effort to let you have a pleasant time in her butt she tried laying as still as she could, which was thankfully not difficult at all. She enjoyed the contrast between the sun's warmth (despite being in the shade herself) and the cool sea breeze. She had been telling the truth before, she wanted to rest for some time before she'd do anything else, and realized that she needed to get creative to keep you happy and comfortable in this situation, which she knew to be scary even if neither of you openly expressed it much.
Strangely enough, Miriam felt both as if time slowed to a crawl and as if it flew at the same time. With her laying still and relaxing, it didn't feel like much was happening, yet, feeling the tiny form of her son, safely tucked in the depths of her overly voluptuous rear was quite enjoyable, and she tuned out of the world to solely focus her senses on it. This bliss was, unfortunately, not to last for too long, as she was snapped out of it by her stomach, which had begun making noises. During all this time, it had been hard at work breaking down her more than hearty breakfast, and the results of that had just become evident to her, she could even feel large individual bubbles rushing down her gut.
While she had a very similar sense of humor to that of her friend Sheila (and by consequence Lillian), Miriam wasn't exactly as gassy as either of them, at least, not on an empty stomach nor on most foods. What made her gassy were the kinds of foods she liked the most, predominantly beans, but also lentils and chicharrones (pork rinds). As a proud Mexican, she was virtually immune to spice and according to her own claim she'd never suffered heartburn ever, despite eating raw habaneros as snacks on a regular basis. Oddly enough, all spice ever did to her was give her some extra gas as if she had eaten some pork rinds, and that was it. And since she practically ate at least one of these things every day, for all intents and purposes she was technically gassy every day (like Sheila and Lillian, albeit to a lesser extent).
Black beans, specially when refried, had the most powerful effect on her, and it was that with which her breakfast burritos were loaded. Her stomach gurgled rather loudly since it was pressed down against the ground, aggravating its building pressure. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have even thought of it twice and would simply let them rip, but right now, she held it in instead.
'Oh dear... how long has it been? Breakfast shouldn't have kicked in this soon' She thought with a raised eyebrow. Thinking back to you, she wondered if you could hear the noises too. She knew that if you did, you already knew what it meant, as you were (unfortunately) extensively experienced with it and almost all that it implied. But despite that, she felt no additional movement and she wondered if you were asleep. She'd feel bad if she cut your nap short after all you did for her, so she refrained from doing that, but her stomach soon ached, practically begging her for release.
'He usually doesn't mind anyway' She then thought, and her mind flashed back to various moments where she unleashed her usually massive farts upon you. Roughly half of the time it was either on accident or because she couldn't hold them in anymore, but the other half was rather intentional. A favorite of hers was to sit on your lap and fart, which she found hilarious but also served as a lowkey form of affection for her, one that her daughter (and her intended daughter-in-law, if her wishes came true) shared. However while you'd resist or complain when other women did it, you never really did so with Miriam herself, which she secretly came to take some pride on. Her reasoning being that hers weren't as bad as the others'.
There were some times where she unintentionally tormented you with her gas though, such as instances where she'd gotten sick in the stomach but wanted to spend time with you, usually watching a movie or series and you spent all that time sitting next to her even when she blasted enormous farts every few minutes. She always appreciated that kind of commitment. There were other times where she'd also been sick and ironically you were the one to take care of her, having to put up with her continuous gassy bursts as you gave her medicine, helped her to stay cool through a bad fever or massaged her aching belly. She suspected you didn't even remember half of those times, but she remembered every single one of them, and greatly appreciated you for them.
'But there's no valid excuse right now' She thought with an annoyed huff. Without initially realizing, she got a sort of morbid curiosity, wondering if you'd be willing to put up with her farts at an unprecedented scale. She blushed from just thinking about it. Ariadne had jokingly suggested that you might actually like her farts since you never complained about hers in particular, and ever since then, that thought never abandoned her. At times she even tried to put it to the test, but every time she sat on you and let loose, there was no resistance, no complaining, the most she could get from you was acknowledging that she farted but you always downplayed it. But despite all of this, she wasn't entirely sure about her daughter's "theory". Her belly then gurgled more loudly but you kept on laying still in her crack.
'For all I know he might actually be sleeping through all that noise' She thought. The temptation to simply let loose and apologize later grew. Something deep down was urging her to do it, but another part of herself also urged her not to, telling her that she needed to be a better mother. She needed to make a decision and soon...
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2) Miriam was really tempted, but in the end, she chose not to, and despite how annoyed you might get for getting woken up, she decided to fish you out of her gigantic booty before the massive "explosion" went off.
3) Miriam was really curious to put Ariadne's theory to the test, but she thought it'd be too mean to simply fart on you while you slept, so instead she chose to slowly shake her butt to wake you up and then ask you if you'd be willing to stay in her booty right as she needed to fart... but could you even respond?
4) She realized that just as he had been laying still and possibly fallen asleep, for all you knew she could be asleep as well. Quietly giggling to herself, she realized she had an alibi, and with that she decided that she'd unleash her brewing storm and then take you out to play it as an accident, already thinking of ways to make them happen again.
'Well, he must be comfy in there' She thought with a smile 'I guess there is a benefit to those stray calories' she quietly giggled. It was something she'd always been aware of even if she didn't openly admit it to anyone, she'd always been thick. She was thankful that she had Sheila, who indirectly taught her to carry herself with confidence at a time where it wasn't specially fashionable to be "bigger" than the average. The fact that she never lost the "baby weight" was once a motive for concern, but her friends, her mother, her mother-in-law and even her doctors convinced her that it was perfectly fine and even healthy on her, and soon she came to embrace them.
'If Raphael saw this the jokes about my butt wouldn't ever stop' She thought back to the current situation with an amused chuckle. It was all in good fun though, she knew her husband was indeed fond of her lower assets, a fact that even you were (painfully) aware of. Miriam also remembered some times when Ariadne joked about it.
«Geez mom, one day you're gonna sit down and Blaise will get lost under all that»
«Make sure Blaise's not in dat ass when you leave»
«Wow, poor lil' bro, hope you don't flatten him»
Miriam knew all these and many more were simply lighthearted jabs, and she laughed at them too, though she found it even funnier actually imagining some of those scenarios. She paused for a moment. In a way, some of them had just become real right now. She could still feel him laying still, engulfed by her plush flesh.
'At least he never made fun of them' She thought. Had it been Ariadne or her husband, she might've wanted to get a little bit of a playful payback for all those jokes, not much out of any desire for actual revenge but simply to have karma finally bite them back in some way. But with you, all she wanted was to shower you with her affection and to let you be as comfy as you could be. But she couldn't keep denying that she felt good herself.
'I wonder if he'd like to stay back there, even if he doesn't massage me' She thought, now giving that thought some more consideration.
'I wouldn't mind carrying him around in there either' She smiled. She could picture herself telling Sheila and Dolores at some point, and she was sure at least the former would express her envy, which would be something she'd get to brag about as a "mom's privilege", as she had done on previous times, where both of her friends expressed envy at their lack of sons of their own.
She was aware to some extent of how much of her assets jiggled and shook when she moved, and sometimes even when she was mostly still, which was a bit concerning to her, though it got mitigated by her friends' and your reassurances. So, in an effort to let you have a pleasant time in her butt she tried laying as still as she could, which was thankfully not difficult at all. She enjoyed the contrast between the sun's warmth (despite being in the shade herself) and the cool sea breeze. She had been telling the truth before, she wanted to rest for some time before she'd do anything else, and realized that she needed to get creative to keep you happy and comfortable in this situation, which she knew to be scary even if neither of you openly expressed it much.
Strangely enough, Miriam felt both as if time slowed to a crawl and as if it flew at the same time. With her laying still and relaxing, it didn't feel like much was happening, yet, feeling the tiny form of her son, safely tucked in the depths of her overly voluptuous rear was quite enjoyable, and she tuned out of the world to solely focus her senses on it. This bliss was, unfortunately, not to last for too long, as she was snapped out of it by her stomach, which had begun making noises. During all this time, it had been hard at work breaking down her more than hearty breakfast, and the results of that had just become evident to her, she could even feel large individual bubbles rushing down her gut.
While she had a very similar sense of humor to that of her friend Sheila (and by consequence Lillian), Miriam wasn't exactly as gassy as either of them, at least, not on an empty stomach nor on most foods. What made her gassy were the kinds of foods she liked the most, predominantly beans, but also lentils and chicharrones (pork rinds). As a proud Mexican, she was virtually immune to spice and according to her own claim she'd never suffered heartburn ever, despite eating raw habaneros as snacks on a regular basis. Oddly enough, all spice ever did to her was give her some extra gas as if she had eaten some pork rinds, and that was it. And since she practically ate at least one of these things every day, for all intents and purposes she was technically gassy every day (like Sheila and Lillian, albeit to a lesser extent).
Black beans, specially when refried, had the most powerful effect on her, and it was that with which her breakfast burritos were loaded. Her stomach gurgled rather loudly since it was pressed down against the ground, aggravating its building pressure. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have even thought of it twice and would simply let them rip, but right now, she held it in instead.
'Oh dear... how long has it been? Breakfast shouldn't have kicked in this soon' She thought with a raised eyebrow. Thinking back to you, she wondered if you could hear the noises too. She knew that if you did, you already knew what it meant, as you were (unfortunately) extensively experienced with it and almost all that it implied. But despite that, she felt no additional movement and she wondered if you were asleep. She'd feel bad if she cut your nap short after all you did for her, so she refrained from doing that, but her stomach soon ached, practically begging her for release.
'He usually doesn't mind anyway' She then thought, and her mind flashed back to various moments where she unleashed her usually massive farts upon you. Roughly half of the time it was either on accident or because she couldn't hold them in anymore, but the other half was rather intentional. A favorite of hers was to sit on your lap and fart, which she found hilarious but also served as a lowkey form of affection for her, one that her daughter (and her intended daughter-in-law, if her wishes came true) shared. However while you'd resist or complain when other women did it, you never really did so with Miriam herself, which she secretly came to take some pride on. Her reasoning being that hers weren't as bad as the others'.
There were some times where she unintentionally tormented you with her gas though, such as instances where she'd gotten sick in the stomach but wanted to spend time with you, usually watching a movie or series and you spent all that time sitting next to her even when she blasted enormous farts every few minutes. She always appreciated that kind of commitment. There were other times where she'd also been sick and ironically you were the one to take care of her, having to put up with her continuous gassy bursts as you gave her medicine, helped her to stay cool through a bad fever or massaged her aching belly. She suspected you didn't even remember half of those times, but she remembered every single one of them, and greatly appreciated you for them.
'But there's no valid excuse right now' She thought with an annoyed huff. Without initially realizing, she got a sort of morbid curiosity, wondering if you'd be willing to put up with her farts at an unprecedented scale. She blushed from just thinking about it. Ariadne had jokingly suggested that you might actually like her farts since you never complained about hers in particular, and ever since then, that thought never abandoned her. At times she even tried to put it to the test, but every time she sat on you and let loose, there was no resistance, no complaining, the most she could get from you was acknowledging that she farted but you always downplayed it. But despite all of this, she wasn't entirely sure about her daughter's "theory". Her belly then gurgled more loudly but you kept on laying still in her crack.
'For all I know he might actually be sleeping through all that noise' She thought. The temptation to simply let loose and apologize later grew. Something deep down was urging her to do it, but another part of herself also urged her not to, telling her that she needed to be a better mother. She needed to make a decision and soon...
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2) Miriam was really tempted, but in the end, she chose not to, and despite how annoyed you might get for getting woken up, she decided to fish you out of her gigantic booty before the massive "explosion" went off.
3) Miriam was really curious to put Ariadne's theory to the test, but she thought it'd be too mean to simply fart on you while you slept, so instead she chose to slowly shake her butt to wake you up and then ask you if you'd be willing to stay in her booty right as she needed to fart... but could you even respond?
4) She realized that just as he had been laying still and possibly fallen asleep, for all you knew she could be asleep as well. Quietly giggling to herself, she realized she had an alibi, and with that she decided that she'd unleash her brewing storm and then take you out to play it as an accident, already thinking of ways to make them happen again.
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