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A weekend with Mom (Niceone404 Commission)

https://www.reddit.com/r/WomenFartStories/comments/xw3pa2/a_weekend_with_mom_niceone404_commission/

This is a revamp of some other stories commissioned by Niceone 404 Mother's teases and Mother's Teasing 2

Part of an ongoing series!

Eric couldn't help but steal a peek at Susan's butt. She was wearing an extremely tight pair of jeans, but considering the size of her butt, most jeans were extremely tight. It was an amazing view, but he felt guilty taking it in. Hot as Susan was, she was still Eric's mother. At the moment she was busy preparing dinner. In between furtive glances, Eric heard something over the bubbling of the boiling water. He looked up and saw Susan bent slightly forward, letting a loud quack of a fart rocket out into the seat of her jeans.

"Oops! Sorry," she said without turning around. She fanned the air behind her. Any time Eric's dad was away for work, which was often, Susan was constantly farting. And Eric loved it. Farts were something Eric recently found out were a big turn-on. And Susan's, despite the fact that they always stunk, or even that it was his own mother, were one of the most constant sources of joy and arousal in Eric's life. Maybe she was the reason he was so interested in girl's butts and the noises they made.

He wished he could take a whiff of this most recent one from across the kitchen. A longer, bigger blast would have made it over to him, but he didn't expect too much from the little honk she had just given him. She started piling pasta onto their plates and brought them over, blowing stray strands of her long brown hair out of her face with a smile.

"There you go, sweetie," she says, setting Eric's down in front of him.

"Thanks."

Susan took a seat across the table and hungrily dug in. A few mouthfuls in, she paused, twirling her fork in the noodles. "So," she said, "would you watch a movie with me tonight? Normally your father and I would rent one together on Fridays." Eric's mind immediately drifts to her butt, and the aftermath of this pasta dinner. Would he even be able to concentrate on the movie with her pumping out farts? The smells alone would be supremely distracting.

"Sure, sounds great," Eric said.

A half hour later, he was on the couch, leaning against the arm rest with a blanket on his legs. Susan had gotten comfortable, ditching the jeans for an equally-tight pair of pajama bottoms, and had laid across the couch to lean on the other arm rest. Her feet were by Eric's side and -more importantly- her butt was aimed right at him. The view to his left was hard to resist, and he was right in the line of fire when she started pumping out farts.

Eric bided his time, and it didn't take long. They hadn't made it through the opening credits before a shuffling sound on his side stole Eric's attention from the screen. Susan had lifted her knee up. Out the corner of his eye, Eric saw the fabric of her pants stretch as her cheeks spread ever so slightly. Then, a loud, airy horn of a fart blasted away. She sighed satisfactorily as it ended after a couple seconds.

"Sorry, sweetie. Hope you can handle that because there's gonna be plenty more." Still watching the screen, she fanned her nose, absent-mindedly adding, "that one's gonna stink."

Eric, meanwhile, was practically squirming with anticipation. He inhaled as quietly -yet deeply- as possible. The smell was strong, carby and dense, with a sourness like spoiled dairy. The perfect corruption of the buttery, creamy pasta alfredo she cooked up. Eric basked in the scent until it faded, doing his best to pretend he didn't smell anything.

A few minutes later, another, quieter, longer fart escaped. Susan didn't say anything, but she clearly smelled it. It was the same as before but stronger, and seemed to linger more. Susan pulled her shirt over her nose and shot a sympathetic glance Eric's way. He figured he had to say something this time.