Sheila's Planetary Cheeks Blaise's Secret chapter 8 by Sex-Caliber

Tweaked from RandomAnon

Growing up, one of the things your mom taught you through practice was how to massage someone's glutes. It had given you some opportunity to train yourself to avoid giving away your fetish through prior mental preparation—she's always been a very bottom-heavy and equally gassy woman herself, and farts pretty much whenever she needs to no matter who she's with or where—but right now, worrying about that isn't something you have to do either way.

Sheila's just promised to hold them in while you're busy there, if you want her to—even though she knows you're turned on by them now, and could more than easily tease you with that a lot from here on out if she felt like it. In any case, though, it's not like there's anywhere else to go from here at this point; so, summoning the will to resist accepting the offer she's just implicitly made, you nod.

"… Yes please, Auntie. I-I'm not ready for that yet."

She giggles playfully as she smiles up at you from where she's resting her head on the other arm of the couch, before lifting her leg straight up from where it's resting behind you on the back of the couch—briefly sliding her hand down its length as her stomach groans loudly again, giving you a sensual wink as she does so—and lowering it onto your lap as she sits up, sliding it slowly off as she turns to face her body forwards even as she leans towards you to whisper in your ear one last time, her hand sliding over your lap and close to somewhere very sensitive as she gently strokes your thigh.

"Well, whenever you are, just let me know, okay? I really am more than happy to take care of all your needs~"

You freeze up in shock, your breath shaking again as she makes such a blatant offer while caressing you like this. You'd almost swear you were dreaming right now, if it weren't for the aftertaste of the two farts she'd already given you.

She pulls back just enough that her mature, Brazilian-bronze face is right in front of yours, her emerald gaze smouldering with lust as it meets your flustered stare. Her wavy, shoulder-length black hair falls down either side of her head, and you can feel some of it resting on your own shoulder with how close she is. Her lips are glossy, full, and softly parted as she smiles at you. You can see a little of her pearly white teeth behind them—and you find yourself wondering in that moment what it'd be like to kiss her like this.

Slowly, your own eyes become half-lidded as your posture starts to relax, and you find yourself feeling more and more comfortable with the situation you're in even as your heart continues to pound in your chest.

"Sh-Sheila…" you whisper, not fully realizing the way you're doing so.

Her smile broadens as she giggles tantalizingly again, before biting her lip seductively with a playful grin—fully exposing her teeth. You can feel her breath against your face as she does so, and yours becomes shallow as you unconsciously lean in, all other thoughts falling by the wayside as your eyes start to close…

… before she stands up smoothly, her ass jiggling as she does so. The sudden interruption shakes you out of your trance-like state, and your eyes widen as you reflexively let out a deeper breath than before, processing what just happened.

… I almost kissed her…

Your blush had not diminished at all during that whole moment, but it does become even more intense as the realization settles in.

OH MY GOD, I ALMOST KISSED HER!

Another giggle from her catches your attention; you jump slightly in alarm, before slowly look up at her again. Her giant ass is standing right in front of your face, filling up your whole field of view—and only partially facing away from you.

"How about we take this upstairs, sweetie? There's plenty more room on my bed~" she wiggles her butt playfully again as she makes her proposal, even making it clap twice in a row for good measure. Her belly gurgles again at the same time, almost obligatorily, reminding you of what it has to offer.

It takes you a moment of bewildered processing to remember what she's actually talking about, and decidedly try not to think about what else she may very well have meant. Even though that thought had already crossed your mind first and left it otherwise blank until then.

"R-Right! Of course!" You almost squeak as you get up a little too quickly for comfort, trying to ignore how your now painfully stiff boner presses desperately against the front of your pants. "L-Let's get going!"

She giggles again as she meets your eyes—she's a very tall woman for her figure, just as tall as you are—and offers out her hand for you to take.

"Come on, then~" she winks.

You gulp audibly as you look at the small, dainty appendage—her arms, hands and fingers are perfectly slender, for someone with so much body fat in all the right places—and shakily reach out with yours to grasp it. Even here, her skin feels soft, smooth, and warm against yours, and you unconsciously wonder what it would feel like to interlock your fingers against hers.

As if she'd just read your mind, she smoothly slips her hand arounf to match the angle of yours as soon as your palms touch, expertly sliding her fingers between yours and curling them over your knuckles. You gasp slightly at the move; she leans her body against yours as her other hand snakes around your arm, and she smiles at you—happily, genuinely, smiles.

"No time to waste—right, Blaise?" she says softly, subtly reminding you of the 'time limit' you have to work with.

She you along to the stairwell and up to her room in an indeterminable amount of time. The whole while, you remain flustered—almost unresponsive—as a storm of uncertain emotions rages in your heart, almost all coherent thoughts having taken shelter under who knows where.

The moment you both walk through her bedroom door, she gently slips loose from your side to turn around, close and lock it.

"There—no chance of anyone walking in on us now~"

She turns around again, sauntering past you and slipping off her shirt—exposing from her bare back that she's not wearing a bra—and carefully lays down on her stomach. This causes it to growl again; seemingly angrily, as if in protest.

"Now, sweetie," she raises her butt slightly to wiggle it in your face once more, likely making the bubbles of gas inside her flow further down her belly. "Show me what you can do."

Even after everything that's happened so far and how far you almost went, a part of you feels kind of wrong about this considering this is your mom's best friend—even if it was her who had initiated this whole thing, more or less forced you to confess how much you liked her physique, and even coaxed you into coming out to her about your lifelong fart fetish. You wonder whether or not she could be possibly up to something else, but her personality's too unpredictable to tell for certain; so far this has de-escalated into something relatively innocent, even if it had started off as the furthest she's ever gone with you.

You can only hope it stays that way, because at this point… You push those thoughts down as you approach her bed.

Not now, you chide yourself.

"Aren't you gonna take your pants off, hon?"

The question brings your brain to bluescreen.

"… H-Huh?"

She eyes you from the bed, resting her chin in her palm with a grin.

"It'll be more comfortable that way," she explains matter-of-factly. "For your knees."

"O-Oh," you stutter. "I… I-I guess that makes sense, yeah."

Hesitantly, you oblige her recommendation, removing your belt and carefully undoing your fly so as not to aggravate your still-enduring erection, gently pulling down the hem for the same reason before bending over to pull the article all the way down your legs—and hope to somehow hide the outline of your boner now that it's more prominent, no longer buried under an extra layer of firmer fabric than your underwear.

It doesn't seem to work out all that well, though, because the moment you glance at Sheila again she's smirking with her gaze focused right between your legs.

You instinctively move your hands in front of it out of embarrassment, to her obvious amusement. She turns her head forwards even as her eyes linger on you for a moment, wiggling her hips again—which prompts another grumble from her stomach.

"Now we're both ready~"

Slowly, nervously, you clamber onto the bed, kneeling between her calves as you lift your hands with equal, spreading them out above her immense buttcheeks. With a silent and unconscious reverence, you lower them down onto the smooth, tanned globes of plump flesh.

You can't help letting out a soft gasp—they'd felt incredibly warm and soft on your lap before, but they're absolutely pillowy in your bare hands now. Your fingers sink in easily, even more so than hers had done into her own love handles before; her skin seems to welcome your touch all too eagerly as it rises up around your hands, submerging them into its mass.

Even Lillian's ass isn't this soft… you subconsciously realize.

Sheila lets out a pleased hum as your hands test the doughy surface they've been tasked with relieving of muscular tension.

"Please, keep going," she sighs happily. "This feels nice…"

Something about her voice makes you gulp again, but you decide to keep doing as she says regardless. Just seeing how deep your hands submerge into fat before finally finding firm—and indeed, somewhat tense—muscle makes you wonder if even "planetary" would be an understatement for just how huge her booty is. You shudder slightly at the thought of what would have happened had she kept sitting and grinding on you instead.

As you start massaging the admittedly impressive glutes hiding beneath all of Sheila's ass fat—realizing, with a deepening blush, just how big it would still be even if she ever decides to go on a cut—you end up get somewhat used to navigating her musculature by touch before long, and you find yourself relaxing into the motions.

Even as she sometimes lets out a moan of relief here and there that sounds far more sensual than what you'd hear from your mother in the same position.

She keeps glancing back at you, noting your focused expression as you work your magic. She still finds it cute in a way, although it also seems to awaken something else in her as she starts thinking of ways to keep you for herself; she savors the feeling of you caressing her huge butt again and thinks that, maybe, that should be good enough for a little while.

The squishy mass in your hands twitches lightly each time you knead her, and every few ones, everything shakes as knots in the muscles below pop, the smooth fatty surface more or less becoming liquid-like as large waves ripple across it. Even after several minutes kneading different parts of each larger-than-a-basketball cheek, you feel like you've only sorted a fraction of their respective overall areas, but you're able to see where you've gone over.

Her ass shakes again, but it feels different from when Sheila's muscles loosen—and you hear a deep rumbling from somewhere deeper inside. A series of loud, gurgling groans also greet your ears, but they come from much higher up as you hear her sigh in apparent discomfort.

You bite your lip in uncertainty as her offer from before echoes in your memory. Did she really mean what she said? Would you be willing to help her relieve that discomfort, too?

Even as these uncertain thoughts and feelings swirl in your heart, though, you can't deny how much you're enjoying this yourself as it is—something about it gets you to reflect on the many wholesome times you've had with her. Being the only 'aunt' you've ever lived near enough by to visit, she actually spent quite a lot of time with you throughout your childhood and teen years.

And, despite not being on the same level of athleticism as your mom, she still made an honest effort to play sports with you and Lillian whenever she could. The funny thing was that, even with her dancer training and sporting impressive strength, she's always had rather low stamina and would tire out quickly; but she'd always spin it around to make it look like it was you kids who were tired, and she was just deciding on taking a break for everyone. This quickly became an open secret of sorts—a recurring gag, if you want to put it that way. There were many times where you ended up just resting on the grass or under a tree, and your head was usually cushioned by her soft belly or lap.

"You see? There's a nice side to having a big auntie—if I were pencil thin, there'd be nothing soft for you to rest on!" she would say many times as she either pressed you a little into her belly, or gave you a hug and brought you closer to her chest. Thinking back on it brings a soft, wistful smile to your face even as your pre-existent blush deepens.

Even though sometimes it would sound like she may be ashamed of her physique, most of the time she's always been confident about it; even making jokes. She in particular liked to pretend not to notice you before she sat down on the couch—right on the part you were sitting on—but (until today, of course) she always stopped before she did.

"Good thing I noticed you there! You need to be careful though hon. If I sat down, you'd become flat like a paper! Or maybe you'd get lost under there~"

It was all in good fun for the most part; sometimes she'd reverse the joke by having you sit on her own lap, citing it as a much safer alternative. She always made you feel at least a little flustered, and thinking back on it, you wonder if she had anything to do with how your taste in women developed. Many would think anything resembling their mom would be an instant turn off, and while she was playful, 'Auntie Sheila' metaphorically—and literally, many times probably—took the cake.

"Hmmm… Finally enjoying yourself properly, hon~?" she asks with a giggle as she notices your smile, snapping you out of your fond reminiscing.

Her voice is unable to hide the pleasure she's feeling; it becomes clear to you now that her massive size, her soft body, and especially her prized curves are fairly more sensitive than one would expect, and the gentle touch of your skilled hands is sending mad shivers up and down her back.

You also realise that you're feeling a lot more comfortable with her compared to before, despite the relatively constant reminder of your 'time limit'.

With both of these in consideration, as you look up and down her almost completely naked body, you're surprised to find that a part of you has started seriously considering her offer from before…