It was Mother’s Day morning.
Around 4 AM, Brianna woke up thirsty and went downstairs for water. She found Jeff hunched over the toilet, dry heaving badly. His face was pale and covered in sweat.
“Jeff? You good?” she asked.
Jeff could only shake his head weakly. Brianna smirked, knowing exactly what must have happened with their mom the night before. "Dang mom must've really worked you over." She giggled, leaving Jeff.
After acwhile of failed futile attempts, Jeff eventually gave up, flushed the toilet for good measure and dragged himself back to bed, completely drained.
While he slept, Brianna snuck into his room and took every single Mother’s Day gift: the David Austin roses, Godiva chocolates, cruise tickets, dinner reservation, but left the card behind. She quietly thanked him.
Later that morning, Jeff realized Brianna took his gifts when he saw only the card left. Jeff came downstairs looking exhausted. Victoria and Brianna were already sitting at the table, giggling and whispering about last night.
Jeff handed his mom the card with shaky hands.
“Happy Mother’s Day, Mom…”
Victoria opened it and read the handwritten note:
“For the entire week, I will do what Mom asks.”
She smiled warmly at first, then gave him a dangerous, excited look. “Oh sweetheart… seven whole days? You’re going to be such a good boy for Mommy for seven whole days?” Her voice turned slightly threatening. “I’m going to enjoy this very much. You both C really outdone yourselves. You making momma proud."
Jeff then went tk tge kitchen, made a fancy breakfast: Eggs Benedict with smoked salmon, avocado toast, fresh fruit salad, and rich hollandaise sauce. He served his mom first, then Brianna after a sharp look from Victoria, and finally himself. Victoria and Brianna kept teasing him throughout the meal about how gassy the rich food was making them.
After breakfast, Victoria brought up that it's take someone to work. Jeff didn't wanna be left alone in the house with his sadistic sister, and agreed. He did wonder what Mom does for work.
"Its not a bad job. I do enjoy it." Victoria says as she takes Jeff to work with her.
They arrived at a sleek, modern office building. Victoria led him upstairs and introduced him to Rochelle.
Rochelle was a tall, commanding 41-year-old Black woman with smooth dark chocolate skin, high cheekbones, full glossy lips, and sharp, intelligent eyes behind stylish glasses. She had a powerful hourglass body, very large breasts, a cinched waist, and an absolutely massive, round, jiggly ass that stretched her tight pencil skirt.
Rochelle looked Jeff up and down with a hungry smile. “So this is the guy.” Jeff wondered what she meant. "Would you want mom or me to show you around, cutie??" Jeff didn't hesitate and say Rochelle. He wanted also to not be near momma.
Rochelle then took Jeff on a tour of the facility.
“This is Sarah,” Rochelle said, gesturing to a pretty 26-year-old blonde with a fit athletic body, perky C-cup breasts, and a tight bubble butt. “Sarah is our top sales girl. She pushes our quota every week.”
They continued walking.
“This is Michelle,” Rochelle introduced a 34-year-old curvy redhead with pale skin, thick thighs, a soft belly, and heavy D-cup breasts. “Michelle is our idea thinker. She comes up with all our best concepts.”
Thry got to the next room.
“This is Robin,” Rochelle said, pointing to a 29-year-old Asian-American woman with colorful hair, tattoos on her arms, a slim-thick body, and a perky ass. “Robin is our hairdresser and stylist.” Jeff was confused why they needed a hairdresser for an office job.
The tour kept going, and the descriptions became darker and more ominous.
"This is Kendra,” Rochelle introduced a 37-year-old thick Latina woman with golden-brown skin, long wavy dark hair, massive breasts, and an enormous soft ass. “Kendra specializes in long-duration routines. Some of her sessions go for hours.”
“And this is Layla,” Rochelle said, gesturing to a 31-year-old athletic Black woman with braided hair, toned legs, and a big, firm ass. “Layla does our scent endurance testing.”
It was until then, Jeff knew he fucked up.
Before he could react, Rochelle suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders, spun him around, and pushed him down onto a soft black mat on the floor.
“Time for your orientation, cutie,” she purred.
Rochelle hiked up her tight pencil skirt, revealing a tiny red thong that disappeared between her enormous cheeks. She straddled his head and slowly lowered her massive, heavy ass directly onto his face, completely smothering him.
Jeff’s world went dark. Her warm, heavy cheeks engulfed his entire face, pressing his nose deep between them.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT
A long, hot, extremely thick fart exploded directly onto his nose and mouth. The smell was brutal ; it was deep, mature, heavy, and musky. It had a strong, almost creamy scent that burned his nostrils.
“Ohhh yes…” Rochelle moaned softly, grinding her massive ass in slow circles on his face. “That’s a good first one. Nice and deep.” She purred watching his toes curl up.
She didn’t stop there.
Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt…
Another long hissing fart followed right after, even warmer than the first. Rochelle sighed in pleasure as she felt it rumble out.
“Mmm, feel that? That’s what a real woman smells like, baby. Keep breathing it in.”
Jeff was squirming wildly underneath her, but Rochelle easily held him in place with her powerful thighs. She lifted up just enough for him to take one desperate gasp of air before slamming back down.
FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT
A massive, wet, bubbling fart blasted directly into his nose. This one lasted almost ten seconds and felt slightly humid. The smell was thick, pungent, and overwhelming, a heavy mix of her natural scent and the rich breakfast she must have eaten earlier.
Jeffwas at his limit. He couldnt take more. He gagged and coughed up her ass.
“Fuck, that one was nasty,” Rochelle laughed, wiggling her hips so her cheeks jiggled on his face. “You’re turning so red already. How cute.”
She continued grinding slowly and sensually, clearly enjoying herself.
Brrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaap… Pbbbbbbbbbbbt… Prrrrrrrrrrrrt
Three farts in quick succession, each one hot, loud, and smellier than the last. The stench was now thick in the air around his head. Rochelle moaned louder, clearly getting turned on by his suffering. "You know, the girls here are top content farters. Most have to stick to P.O.V. Not many can endure our farts." Rochelle giggled letting out a silent but deadly right up Jeff's poor nose.
“That’s it… sniff deeper. This is what you’re here for today. You’re going to be smelling a lot of ass and farts in this building.”
Victoria stood nearby watching with a satisfied smile, occasionally rubbing her own belly. Jeff twitched weakly on the floor looking cuter to her.
Rochelle finally lifted her ass slightly, looking down between her legs at Jeff’s tear-filled, red face. "You're right Victoria, he is better than I gave him credit for." She smiled looked back at Jeff.
“Welcome to the business, Jeff,” she purred. “You’re going to be very popular here.”