"I'm right there mom, of course I want the lift!"
"OK! We'll hurry the fuck up then!" your mom exclaims as she spanks your ass and nudges you toward the door
"Mooommm! Language!" you say, surprised that your quietly kind of enjoying all of this spanking
"What?! The kids are in the car! We can have a little fun when the little ones are not around baby" she says coolly while winking at you
"Fuck Ya Mommy!" you reply candidly, as yet another storm becomes audible from your poor tummy. She flashes you a hot smile and you can only grin back, "god she is hot" you think to yourself before quickly dismissing the thought.
You hurriedly get your long parka on in case it rains and follow your mom to the car, making sure to lock the door as you do so. By the time you get into the car your mom already has the engine purring, and the heated seats on. You make yourself comfortable and put your headphones in to block out the noise from the two backseats, while staring out of the window at the neighborhood on the way to your siblings' primary school.
Your mom parks on the corner and gets out to drop your brother and sister off while you continue to listen to music. You are surprised that you're still kind of horny from this morning even though you already wanked and your tummy is really upset. You start to think of undoing your buttons to have another taste, but decide against it due to the volume of moms and kids to and froing from the school gate.
Your mom is soon back in the car, so you set off again. Your ass is now nice and warm from the heated seats, and you enjoy the feeling of your sphincter relaxing a tiny bit over the warmth. Your tummy grumbles again and you let out a loud, slightly wet, fart. Your mom giggles through the music, causing you to take your headphones out and scowl at her. While you make eye contact you see her face strain for a second, and you hear a series of bubbly farts. You both grin at one another.
"Baby I have to make a quick detour to the shop for some cigarettes, OK?" she says warmly
"Yeah whatever mom" you reply, as you let out a longer high pitched and squeaky 'pppppffffftttttt' of a fart, followed by some slightly wetter bubbles. You both look at one another and giggle as you lift up your bum to check for any dampness.
"Dirty Bitch!" your mom exclaims, followed by "Baby are you sure that you don't want mommy to put you in diapers again?!"
"Mooommm! Fuck off!" you squeal
The car pulls up around the corner from the shop, the street is relatively deserted as your mom gets out. You take your chance and undo your trouser buttons, quickly slipping your fingers into your snatch. You taste good, and remember your interest in what you tasted earlier. Your hand travels into your pants again, but this time you wiggle a finger past your pussy and into your moist butt hole. You finger circles around to gather as much juice as it can, before it makes its way back up to your mouth. The taste is delicious, and you can feel your cunt get a tiny bit moist. How have you only discovered this orifice now after years of masturbation and tasting?! It tastes homely, and for some reason reminds you of your moms famous shepherds pie. Your tummy groans again, bringing you back to reality- you may nearly be out of time so you have one last quick taste of your new sweetie, in all its sweetness before re-doing your trouser buttons back up again. just as you have finished checking everything is in its right place your mom appears from around the corner and enters the car, followed by yet more angry sounds from your tummy.
"Are you OK baby?" your mom asks you kindly
"Yeah mom I think so, just a bit of an upset tummy" you reply
While reminded of the subject you are starting to feel some pressure on your anus from above. You have to wait 20 minutes more before you arrive at school, and this makes you slightly wary.
About ten minutes underway in the journey you get stuck in traffic
"Fucking road works!" You mom hisses
Your tummies protests have been building quickly in this time, and as you raise yourself in your seat to observe the queue your mood is dampened.
"Mom it goes on for miles! It'll take us another half an hour at this rate..." your remark was punctuated by an involuntary silent fart escaping. The pressure is now immense and seemingly out of nowhere, you can feel your sphincter pulsating and it's taking all of your strength to keep it closed...