Found Out by Sheila Blaise's Secret chapter 7 by Sex-Caliber

Tweaked from RandomAnon

Neither of you say anything for several seconds. Your mouth hangs slightly open, as if you're trying to find the right words—and snaps shut again with a furious blush as you taste her rank gas in the air yet again. The smell still overwhelms your nose as you breathe it in, and at this point your mind is in way too much of a panic at this turn of events to be able to focus on calming your now fully stiff erection.

The continued secrecy of your eproctophilia is now completely at the mercy of the woman with the most fetid farts you've ever smelled, bar none, and one of if not the biggest ass among an already breathtaking selection… no pun intended.

You have no idea what to say. "I can explain!"? "It's not what it looks like!"? There's no way she'd accept that second one, and you doubt she'd listen to the first either way. Your eyes, wide with embarrassment and dread until now as you stare into hers like a kid caught doing something they shouldn't, slowly fall as shame starts to take over.

What will she think of me from now on, because of this?

As she reads your shifting expressions, though, one of gentle understanding comes to hers at last as she finally breaks the silence.

"… How long?"

Her tone is compassionate and disarming, yet curious; it catches you off-guard yet again, but after a moment, you find yourself meeting her eyes once more…

Sheila almost can't believe it. Of course, she knows both her daughters' dynamics with you usually involve similar things to this, but she hadn't imagined it would have had this much of an effect on you!

She can feel just how much harder you've gotten under her butt after just two farts, too—she's honestly quite impressed with both you and herself over that—and judging by the expressions your face moves between as she looks back at you, you're also very conscious of that fact.

Although not in the way she'd hoped to get you, given how you almost seem to shrink in on yourself under her gaze…

Maybe a gentler approach might work better at this point, after all.

So she waits quietly for you to answer, even as her heart skips another beat at just how cute you look when you're so flustered: she wants nothing more than to keep teasing you, to keep escalating things until you finally show her your other side—but she knows better at her current age than to try to rush things too much.

Finally, her patience is rewarded as you finally come out to her.

"… I… I don't remember," you murmur, and it's painfully obvious to her how ashamed you feel as you look away again even as you continue at a more regular volume. "I-I've been trying to keep it under control for so long, I don't even remember when it started anymore. It's… It's been hard. For me."

Her eyes widen again ever so slightly as she processes this. Memories come to the forefront of her mind from when you were still very young, small enough that the top of your head just met her hips.

You often used to hug her from behind whenever you saw her for the first time in a while, burying your cute little face right in her butt—this, of course often caught her by surprise, and initially she would accidentally let out a pretty big fart right whenever you did so. After a few times, it became apparent to her how funny it was to your young mind, though, so she would sometimes still fart on you anyway as a bit of an 'inside joke' between the two of you as honorary aunt and nephew.

It had seemed perfectly innocent at the time—for all that it likely played a role in how Lillian and Jordana would interact with you themselves later—but now, she finds herself blushing a little as the possibility occurs to her that you might have also enjoyed it in a way you didn't fully understand at the time… and that she'd cemented that in you herself. Was that why you didn't remember? Because you were still so young when it started?

A question for later, maybe. But for now…

"Oh, Blaise…" the look in her eyes intensifies slightly in a way you can't explain, and you notice her blushing slightly—which causes you some surprise, and even a small spark of hope—before she smiles once more, as warmly as she had when you came in earlier. Even as she playfully wiggles her weight around on top of you with a giggle. "Don't worry, hon. Your secret's safe with me."

The relief you feel is indescribable, and you release a breath of her warm, gamy air you hadn't realised you'd been holding in as you finally relax—as much as you can relax in your current position, at least.

"Oh, thank God…!"

She giggles cutely at your reaction—and after a few seconds of letting you calm down properly, leans back to whisper in your ear again.

"… You know, we can still have some fun~"

You shudder in an emotion you can't place at the way she says that.

"W-What do you mean…?" you ask nervously—although you're starting to think you have some idea already. She smiles, and winks at you again.

"Well, if I recall correctly, your mom taught you how to give some pretty nice massages," she says in a very provocative way, before she finally gets off of you…

… By rolling onto the couch next to you, and sprawling on her back again like before. With her legs spread out either side of your body, her own scantily-clad one leaves little to the imagination: her luscious thighs, each one thicker than her waistline, fill the corners of your vision; her sizable boobs and ever-so-slightly pudgy belly perk upwards under her shirt, as if to greet you, jiggling playfully even as she settles into place. Her green panties are so tightly-fit on that you can see a cameltoe staring up at you, too, and your breath stops again as the practically hypnotic sight of everything greets you all at once.

"Maybe you could show me how good you've gotten with them~?"

The whole scene, combined with her 'suggestion', gets your face to turn beet-red all over again—and you start to feel a little light-headed once more from the sheer amount of blood gushing into both your head and your 'front'. The alluring sight and lingering smell combine to get your heart fluttering inside your chest from a combination of embarrassment and barely-repressed arousal…

… together with a newfound excitement that you almost dare to allow yourself, after she's just been so supportive of your 'tastes'.

As if on cue, her belly rumbles again like a caged and angry beast, drawing both of your attentions to it. After a moment, she finds herself unwomanly snorting with laughter at the timing—and in that moment, you can't help chuckling with her a little even as your blush doesn't diminish.

"Oof… Sorry, sweetie," she clutches her stomach, her slender fingers sinking into it ever so slightly as it continues to growl and groan rather loudly. "Silly Auntie Sheila really pigged out last night on your mom's burritos. I can hold them in for you a little while, if it's too much too soon~"

A few minutes ago, you would very much have felt it was—but now, after everything that's just happened and what's still happening right now, your eyes widen as you realize a part of you is actually starting to consider the incredibly tempting offer she's leaving unsaid. Your breath starts to deepen and shake, the taste of her earlier farts still fresh on the back of your tongue as more of her leftover gas enters your lungs, acting like some kind of pheromone driving you to just want more…