Down Sheila's Chasm Blaise's Secret chapter 9 by Sex-Caliber

Tweaked from RandomAnon

Instinctually summoning some of your newfound courage, your grip loosens from Sheila's glutes as you start to caress her ass more softly—and intimately, as you start to focus on feeling as much of their softness as possible, making them jiggle and sway in your hands—even as your blush starts deepening again, and your expression shifts into something that seems almost annoyed. Though, you're at least thankful that her panties are down there somewhere (even if you can't make them out between the two masses right now).

The colossal, sensitive mounds twitch in response to your new movements; she shudders as she feels the way you're caressing her change so suddenly; that only sends more and more powerful shivers up and down her spine, and brings a pleasant tingly feeling all over her body. Eyeing her reaction, you notice she's finally started blushing a little herself, surprised at your unprecedented boldness.

She doesn't capitulate, though, and the grin she had before returns in full force as she rises to the unexpected but welcome challenge.

"Ooooh… naughty~" She remarks in an overly playful tone, and as she teasingly wiggles her hips in your hands, she fails to notice her cheeks lightly clenched. You, however, do not; and that combined with her eagerness so far causes something inside you to shift a little further.

"I didn't think you'd be willing to go there so soon, Blaise," she admits playfully, even as she can tell you're probably trying to 'get back at her' for once. "Not that I mind~"

She giggles yet again—sounding almost like a highschool girl that just got a confession from her crush—but after a few seconds, it looks like her adult self steps back in as she takes a deep breath.

"Still… I'm not sure how long I can hold the rest of them in right now. So, unless you've changed your mind from earlier…"

The truth was, however, you had absolutely no idea what you were doing either way—and, underneath your affectedly stern face, you were mentally screaming at yourself.

WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING!? SHE'S LILLIAN'S MOM! SHE'S MY MOM'S BEST FRIEND! WHAT WOULD THEY THINK!?

But then it occurs to you almost immediately that your mother was, in fact, more than amused by all Sheila's teasing of you, and even seemed completely unbothered by her best friend frequently promising to take your virginity so many times through the years; even Lillian herself seemed pretty amused whenever she was present to hear the joke, even if she did get somewhat flustered. Jordana, of course, would just seem annoyed at most if she ever outwardly reacted at all.

But, thinking back on her and Jordana's own constant teasing and dominating you with their luscious farts—hell, even your mom's careless flatulence around you, ashamed as you were to admit it—is only helping to get you aroused all over again, and you feel more and more like getting your own back at them a little with Sheila might be exactly what you need to decompress properly after so long.

"I really am more than happy to take care of all your needs~"

The sight of her face after she said that stands at the fore of your memory, together with all the racy poses she's made with her body, not to mention the unrivalled fetor, full-flavoredness, and sheer fucking volume of her divine MILF farts…

Is he… really changing his mind? Sheila starts blushing more as she finds herself getting aroused at the possibility. You're already finally becoming a lot bolder than you've ever been before—has her teasing gotten through to you that much?

She eyes you from over her shoulder, studying your reactions. Your eyes are wandering somewhat, as if thinking deeply about something, and she can see a growing look of flustered and repressed frustration written all over your face.

Her eyes widen in understanding: after having to hide your passions from the world for so long, under so much constant pressure, you were finally starting to crack. You don't want this; you need this. And she's the only person who knows about it—the only person you know you can trust with it.

The only person in a position to help you.

Oh, sweetie… She bites her lip with an unexpected feeling of longing as she looks at you sympathetically, though you're so caught in your brooding that you don't notice it in that moment. It's okay—Auntie's here for you. Just ease on out of your shell; I'll make sure you have the release of a lifetime. I can be the outlet all your pent-up, youthful energy needs and deserves.

She more than owes you that anyway, if she's right about how it started to begin with. Not to mention how long it's been for her, too…

After a few moments of debating internally, you look back up at your honorary Aunt's face. She doesn't say anything else, although she's staring at you with that same disarming look of motherly understanding from before. But, there's also a hint of a blush—and the same lust she was staring into your eyes with earlier.

She knows what you want, and she wants the same thing.

You lower your gaze down to the perfect ass you've been freely playing with the last minute or so after massaging it for several minutes. Her belly and bowels alike groan once more for release, desperate for the answer you both want.

… Fuck it.

You bend down and kiss one of her buttcheeks near her crack, getting a subtle taste of her farts from earlier together with the salty undertones of her musky sweat. She lets out a soft gasp, but doesn't say anything. Her stomach's groans intensify, and you can hear a stronger rumbling coming from deeper into her massive asscrack. The jiggly flesh your face is pressed against vibrates from the rumbling's own sheer intensity—and that makes you go even redder.

After a moment, you break the kiss to look up at her face again; at this point, your mind is more or less blank other than the thoughts of taking up your Auntie's offer of 'stress relief'. She's already recovering from the surprise brought on by your insistent boldness, and a flustered smile starts to take hold as she bites her lip again—the sight gets your head spinning around almost as much as her farts did earlier and, most likely, will soon do again. She wiggles her hips in your face once more, and the message is obvious: keep going.

You eagerly oblige as you start kissing her asscheeks all over, prompting a playful, titillating laugh from the older woman that serves to further assure you how much she's genuinely enjoying this as well.

Both of you shudder in aroused anticipation of how much this is going to escalate…