Later that evening, Victoria had already finished four full glasses of wine. The alcohol had loosened her up, but it only amplified her frustration and anger toward Brad. She kept muttering under her breath about how disrespectful and worthless he was. At the same time, her moans of pleasure grew louder as Jeff continued massaging her tired, slightly sweaty feet.
“Mmm… oh yes, right there, baby,” she sighed deeply, her eyes half-closed in bliss. “You’re so much better at this than I expected. Keep going… Mommy’s had such a long, stressful day.”
Brianna sat on the couch beside her, smirking the entire time. She would occasionally tease Jeff, saying things like, “Careful, bro. Mom’s feet are extra stinky after wearing those heels all day. You don’t mind though, right?”
Eventually, Jeff was completely drained. He excused himself and retreated to his room. He collapsed onto his bed face-up, too exhausted to change clothes or even turn off the lamp. Within minutes, he began drifting off to sleep.
The door to his bedroom quietly creaked open.
Victoria stepped inside, her cheeks flushed from the four glasses of wine. Her sundress clung to her thick, curvy body, and her eyes had a hazy but hungry look. She closed the door behind her and locked it with a soft click.
“Jeff…” she said softly, her voice slightly slurred.
Jeff opened his tired eyes. “Mom…? What’s wrong?”
Victoria walked over and sat on the edge of his bed, looking down at him with a mix of affection and something much darker.
“I’m still so angry at Brad,” she confessed, her words carrying the weight of the wine. “He stood me up like I was nothing. He doesn’t deserve me. He doesn’t deserve a real woman like me at all.” She paused, breathing a little heavier. “But when I saw you massaging my feet so nicely earlier… and when I watched Brianna using you… something woke up inside me.”
She slowly stood up. Without another word, she hiked her sundress up over her wide hips and thick thighs, revealing her lacy black panties that were already slightly damp from the heat and her arousal.
“Mom— wait, what are you doing—?”
Victoria didn’t let him finish. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his head. She was surprisingly strong — years of carrying her voluptuous body had made her powerful. In one smooth motion, she lowered her massive, heavy, incredibly soft ass directly onto his face, smothering him completely under her weight.
Jeff panicked and started struggling hard, pushing at her thick thighs, but it was completely useless. Victoria easily pinned his arms down with her strong legs and settled her full weight onto him, trapping his nose and mouth deep between her warm, plump cheeks.
“Shhh… be a good boy for Mommy,” she whispered, her voice thick with wine and lust. “I need this tonight.”
She adjusted herself carefully, making sure his nose was pressed firmly right against her asshole through her thin panties. Then she let out a long, deep, satisfied moan.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT
A heavy, long, extremely warm fart exploded directly into Jeff’s nose. It was thick, mature, and incredibly potent — deep, earthy, and slightly sweet from the wine she had been drinking.
“Ohhh my god… yes,” Victoria moaned loudly, slowly grinding her massive ass in circles on his face. “That felt so fucking good. I’ve been holding so much in all night.”
She started treating him exactly how she had planned to treat Brad that night — using her son’s face as her personal stress reliever and pleasure toy.
“You know what, Jeff?” she breathed, rocking her hips sensually. “Brad doesn’t deserve this at all. He doesn’t deserve to be under a woman like me. He could never handle a real ass like this. But you… you’re going to take it all for Mommy tonight, aren’t you?”
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt… Brrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaap
Two more powerful farts blasted out back-to-back. Victoria’s moans grew louder and more shameless as she felt the relief wash over her.
“Mmmphhh—!” Jeff’s desperate, muffled cries vibrated against her cheeks as he continued struggling underneath her enormous ass.
Victoria ignored his protests and pressed down even harder, completely enveloping his face.
“That’s it, baby… just breathe Mommy in,” she cooed. “I had such a frustrating, disappointing night. Now you’re going to make Mommy feel better. Be my good little seat.”
She continued grinding slowly and deliberately, her heavy cheeks jiggling slightly with every movement. Every few moments she would lift just enough for him to gasp a desperate breath of air, only to slam back down and release another hot, nasty fart.
FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT
“Oh fuck, yes!” she moaned, her voice filled with pleasure. “Take it. Take all of Mommy’s gas. Brad could never handle a real woman like this. He’s too weak. But you… you’re already learning how to be useful.”
Victoria was clearly lost in her drunken, dominant pleasure now. She reached down and gently stroked Jeff’s hair while continuing to use his face without mercy. Her massive ass completely dominated him — soft, heavy, warm, and relentless.
Pbbbbbbbbbbbt… Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt
Another pair of long, bubbling farts rippled across his nose. The smell was thick and overwhelming, filling his lungs with her mature scent.
“Mmm… you feel so good under me,” she whispered breathily. “This is exactly what I needed. A real man would have taken me out tonight… but instead, I have my sweet boy right where he belongs, under Mommy’s ass.”
She stayed like that for a long time, moaning softly, grinding, and regularly releasing her built-up gas while telling Jeff how much better he was at this than Brad ever could have been.