Chapter 3: A Tense Morning
It was the morning of May 14th in Largo, Florida. The bright Florida sun was already blazing through the large windows of their two-story house, filling the kitchen with warm golden light. The air was thick with the smell of fresh coffee, crispy bacon, and scrambled eggs.
Jeff slowly shuffled down the stairs looking like a complete mess. His face was pale and slightly sweaty. His eyes were bloodshot and tired from barely sleeping. Every time he closed his eyes the night before, he kept reliving the feeling of Brianna’s massive ass smothering his face and the endless barrage of hot, rotten farts she had blasted directly into his nose. The stench still felt burned into his memory.
Victoria was already in the kitchen, humming softly as she set the table. At 44 years old, she looked incredibly attractive. Her tight white tank top was stretched to its limits by her massive E/F-cup breasts, and her black yoga pants clung tightly to her enormous, soft, wobbly ass and thick thighs. Her long wavy dark brown hair with caramel highlights cascaded down her back. She had that perfect curvy MILF body that turned heads wherever she went.
The moment she saw Jeff, her warm smile faded into concern.
“Jeff, honey… oh sweetie, what’s wrong?” she asked, walking over and gently touching his forehead with the back of her hand. “You look really queasy. Are you feeling sick? Did your stomach bother you last night?”
Jeff avoided her eyes and sat down at the table, staring at his plate. “No, Mom. I’m fine,” he mumbled. “I just didn’t sleep very well.”
Before Victoria could press him further, Brianna came strolling down the stairs looking fresh, confident, and extremely satisfied. She was wearing very tight grey shorts that rode high on her thick thighs and showed off the bottom of her massive round ass, paired with a cropped tank top that exposed her soft belly and heavy D-cup breasts. Her long dark hair was in a messy ponytail.
As soon as Victoria turned around to grab the orange juice, Brianna shot Jeff a smug, evil little smirk and mouthed the words “Good morning, fart boy” at him.
Victoria turned back with a bright smile. “You know what? Since Mother’s Day is only two days away, how about we all watch a movie together this afternoon? We can make popcorn, get nice and cozy on the big couch, and just enjoy each other’s company. We haven’t done a family movie day in such a long time.”
Brianna immediately agreed with fake enthusiasm. “That sounds perfect, Mom. I’m totally in.”
Jeff tried to get out of it. “Actually… I was gonna stay in my room and work on some streaming stuff today—”
Victoria gave him that soft, loving, slightly pouty motherly look she knew worked every time. “Please, Jeff? It would really make me so happy if we could all spend some time together. You’ve been glued to your computer so much lately.”
Jeff let out a defeated sigh. He could never say no when she looked at him like that. “…Okay. I’ll watch the movie.”
Later that afternoon, the three of them settled onto the large sectional couch in the living room. Victoria sat comfortably in the middle. Brianna lounged on the right side, while Jeff sat as far left as possible, trying to keep maximum distance from his sister.
The comedy movie started playing, but Jeff couldn’t focus at all. His eyes kept nervously flicking over to Brianna. She was casually scrolling through her phone with a small, satisfied smile on her face. He knew that the humiliating video — the one of him helplessly trapped under her ass while she farted repeatedly on his face — was still saved on there. The thought of her accidentally posting it, or worse, sending it to someone, made his stomach twist.
Brianna caught him staring again and gave him a tiny, threatening wink while Victoria was laughing at the movie.
About forty minutes in, Brianna’s head started slowly nodding. She eventually fell asleep, her body slumping slightly to the side. Her phone was now loosely dangling from her relaxed fingers, hanging dangerously close to the edge of the couch.
Jeff’s heart started pounding hard. This might be my only chance to delete that video…
He waited until Victoria was completely absorbed in the movie, laughing loudly at a scene. Then, very slowly and carefully, he leaned across the couch, stretching his arm toward Brianna’s hand.
His fingertips were only a few inches away from the phone when…
BRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP
A loud, long, extremely powerful fart ripped out of Brianna’s ass, shooting directly toward Jeff like a heat-seeking missile. The smell was thick, hot, rotten, and nauseating, a heavy wave of eggy, cheesy, meaty stench that instantly filled the air around him.
Jeff jerked back violently, coughing and gagging hard as the disgusting odor invaded his nose and mouth.
Victoria turned her head and actually started clapping with amusement. “Wow, Brianna! Nice one!” she laughed. “That was a really big one! I felt it through the couch!”
She then looked at Jeff, who was now visibly green in the face and still coughing into his sleeve. “Jeff, honey, it’s just a fart,” she said, chuckling. “Calm down. It’s not like she’s farting directly in your face. You’re being so dramatic over nothing.”
Jeff couldn’t take it anymore. The smell, the flashbacks from last night, and the humiliation pushed him over the edge. He jumped up from the couch and sprinted upstairs to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
Victoria sat there looking genuinely confused. “Why is he acting so hysterical over one little fart?” she muttered to herself.
She got up to go check on him. As she walked up the stairs, something strange stirred deep inside her — a small, unexpected spark of curiosity and dark amusement at how completely broken and humiliated Jeff had looked when that fart hit him. She quickly shook her head. No… stop that. He’s your son. Don’t think like that.
When she reached the upstairs hallway, she saw Jeff slipping out of the bathroom, still looking sick. He hurried straight into his bedroom and tried to close the door.
Victoria followed and gently tapped on his door.
“Jeff? Sweetie, are you okay? Can I come in and talk to you for a second?”
Inside the room, Jeff panicked hard. All the expensive Mother’s Day gifts — the beautiful bouquet of premium David Austin roses, the fancy box of Godiva chocolates, the printed cruise tickets, the dinner reservation, and the thick envelope of cash were still neatly laid out across his bed in plain sight.
As Victoria started to slowly turn the doorknob, Jeff rushed forward and slammed his body against the door, desperately holding it shut. He quickly reached down and locked it.
“Jeff…” Victoria’s voice suddenly became lower and firmer, carrying a clear warning tone.
“Oh boy… Don’t piss mama.”