I awoke to the sound of my own mother calling my name. I looked up to see her staring down at me with a concerned look on her face.
"Hi baby!" She said. "Good morning!"
"Mmmmm..." I replied.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Nothing..." I mumbled. "Just tired."
"Alright. Well let's get you up. We have a busy day ahead of us."
She helped me stand up and led me out of the bedchamber. Outside, I found the rest of my family sitting around the dining table. They all looked at me curiously as I walked past them into the kitchen where my mother was already cooking breakfast.
> You walk up behind her.
"Morning dear!" My mother said cheerily as she turned around to greet me. "Did you sleep well?"
"Uh huh," I replied. "I'm starving!"
"Good! Me too!" She smiled. "I made you a special birthday breakfast! Come on!"
We took our places at the table with my dad and sister who were already seated. Before long, my mother brought out a tray of food.
"Happy birthday dear!", she exclaimed. "Here's your present! Open it!"
She handed me a small package.
I tore away the wrapping paper and lifted the lid off the box. Inside was a silver ring.
"This is a special ring, when you wear it you'll be able to make me fart on demand from anywhere, simply by whispering" mommy fart" into it" my mom said as she watched me open it. "It's very simple to use. All you have to do is slip it onto your finger and say "mommy fart". If you do that, I will fart as loud and as hard as I can until you tell me to stop."
Her explanation was fairly straightforward. I was definitely curious to try it out.
"Okay, let's give it a shot!" I said. "Mommy fart!"
As soon as I said that, she sighed and let out a massive fart that filled the room with a powerful stench.
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "That's amazing!"
She laughed. "See? Wasn't that easy?"
"So, can I make you fart again?" I asked. "Like, say, 'mommy fart three times.' Please."
"Sure baby, here goes!" My mother replied. "Three times!"
I repeated the command three more times, each time making her emit a huge, powerful fart that filled the room.
Once we were done, we cleaned up the dishes and went outside for a walk.
When we returned home, my father was already back from work. He greeted us warmly and offered his help in any way he could.
Later that evening, your mother prepared dinner for the two of you. It was a lovely meal consisting of some of the finest foods in all of Europe: caviar, rare cheeses, and the most expensive wines available. You dined together as a family and talked about anything and everything under the sun; mostly though you spent your time reminiscing about my childhood and discussing the future.
Afterwards, your mother excused herself and retired to her bedroom to enjoy some alone time.
> You whisper into the ring.
"Mommy fart", you say. Immediately, you feel something squish around your finger and then suddenly you hear her voice coming from deep within the ring.
"Hello darling! How are you feeling?"
"Great!"
"That's good to hear! I'm glad to see that you're enjoying yourself."
"Yes, I am! I love this ring!"
"Then why don't you show me how much you like it?"
"I will! Do I have permission to fart?"
"You certainly do, baby! Go ahead and fart as much as you want!"
You begin to feel your stomach gurgle with anticipation.
"Okay then!" You say. "Mommy fart!"
Without warning, a huge, thunderous fart blasts out of your mother's ass. Her entire body shudders as she releases this powerful blast.
The stench fills the room. The smell is so strong that it makes your eyes water.
"Mmmmm!" My mother moans happily. "That was good! But it's not over yet."
For several minutes, she continues to fart uncontrollably. After she has finished, she sits down next to you and rubs your shoulders as you both catch your breath.
"That was incredible!" She says. "But now it's time for dessert."
"Yes, it is," you agree. "I'm starved!"
Your mother gets up and walks into the kitchen. A moment later, she returns carrying a large plate filled with a decadent looking cake. She sets the plate on the table and takes her seat next to you.
"Alright, it's time to dig in!"
> You say "I love my gassy mommy."
My mother smiles. "Me too, baby! Mmm... yes. I love being your gassy mother!"
She opens the cake and cuts a slice for herself. She then offers it to you.
"Here you go baby! Have a piece of my delicious gassy cake!"
She helps you cut a big chunk out of it and feeds it to you. It tastes delicious.
"Thank you mommy!" You exclaim. "It's amazing!"
She laughs. "I'm glad to hear that!"
You sit there eating your cake and enjoying every bite of the wonderful flavor.
"Mmmm..." You moan. "This is so good!"
"Oh! What's the matter?" My mother asks.
"Nothing..." You reply. "Just thinking about how much I love you and your beautiful farts!"
"Aw, that's sweet," she replies. "I love you too, baby. And I love hearing you say those things to me."
"I do! I do!" You insist. "And I love smelling your farts! Your farts smell so good! They make me so horny!"
"Hmmm..." She says contemplatively. "I wonder if my farts could make you even hornier."
"They could!" You say eagerly. "Please let me sniff them!"
"Okay," she says, turning toward you with a naughty smile on her face. "In fact, why don't you take my panties off first?"
The moment she pulls her underwear down, you know that she is going to fart.
A moment later, she does just that. The scent of her farts fills the air as they rip their way out of her ass and fill your nostrils.
You inhale deeply, taking in the aroma. You savor the taste of her farts in your mouth. You enjoy the feeling of her hot, moist farts filling your lungs.
"Mmmmmm," she moans. "That's good baby. Now take my shirt off."
Once she has removed her blouse, she reaches for the ring on your finger.
"Here you go darling!" She says. "Now you can really smell how amazing my farts are!"
You place the ring on her finger and say "mommy fart". Immediately you feel the ring vibrate. You close your eyes and wait for the inevitable.
"Mmmmm," my mother moans. "That's nice baby. That's very nice."
A moment later, a huge, thunderous fart blasts out of her ass. Her entire body shakes violently as she releases this powerful blast. The stench fills the room. As she is finishing up, she sits down next to you and rubs your shoulders as you both catch your breath.
"That was great darling!", she says. "But now it's time for dessert."
"Yes, it is," you agree. "I'm starving!"
Your mother gets up and walks into the kitchen.