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Mother's Day (Niceone404 Commission)

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Either Eric was depressed to the point of complete inactivity, or he liked getting farted on. Susan was perplexed by the situation. The past week she had kept an eye on her son, watched him go about his business. He seemed fine, perfectly content, perhaps even more upbeat than usual. So he must get something out of Susan's farts. Did he think it was funny? Were his wires crossed in such a way that bad scents smelled good?

Mulling it over, Susan decided it didn't really matter. She was relieved she could be herself. Eric's father hated when women exhibited unladylike behavior, and she had become accustomed to holding back to the point of discomfort around him. But the relief of freely farting was satisfying and she was simply happy for the opportunity.

Initially, when her husband told her he had been given a last-minute assignment that would require him to be on the road for mother's day, Susan was dismayed. Work had him traveling more and more lately. But Eric noticed her dejection and promised her they would spend the day together and he'd do anything he could to make it as enjoyable as possible. After that, Susan looked forward to fully relaxing.

After sending off her husband the day before Mother's Day, Susan was cleaning the house. She came up with a schedule in her head, then made the necessary preparations. She made a reservation at her favorite restaurant for brunch, bought tickets to a new comedy, ran out to get some ingredients for her favorite dinner. Tomorrow had all the makings of a fantastic mother's day.

Eric came home from work and they ate together. The night proceeded normally. Susan let a few farts slip while they ate and after while she cleaned up, but Eric didn't have any abnormal reaction. She was sure tomorrow would be a different case.

When Susan woke up, she picked out a cute floral blouse she had bought herself for christmas, and some tight jeans that nicely shaped her butt. The first time she wore them, her husband remarked that, from behind, she looked like she did in her early 20s, when they met. She did her hair and makeup, then went to collect Eric. He had woken up sometime after her, and was nearly ready when she poked her head into his room.

"Ready to go?" she asked.

"Just about."

PART ONE: BRUNCH

A hostess showed Susan and Eric to a table on the patio, overlooking the downtown waterfront. It was a very nice spot, the perfect place to enjoy the balmy spring day. They were surrounded by families celebrating the holiday, and Susan felt a pang of disappointment that they weren't all together, but she perked up when it was time to order. She was excited. Eric got a stack of pancakes and sausage. Susan did not keep things so simple. She got a yogurt parfait, followed by a broccoli and cheese omelet, and on the side, a vitamin-rich green smoothie. SHe scarfed everything down hungrily, while Eric looked on in fascination.

"Hungry, huh?"

"It's my day, I'm celebrating."

"We should get a couple mimosas," Eric suggested and Susan obliged. She was surprised at her first sip. It seemed to be 99 percent champagne, 1% orange juice.

Susan savored the rich, melty cheese that coated hearty chunks of tender broccoli. The creamy vanilla yogurt splendidly complimented the diced strawberries and whole blueberries. The smoothie was sumptuous, refreshing, and almost felt like she could feel the vitamins and nutrients actively purging her of toxins. By the end, Susan was plenty full, and the eclectic mixture was anything but sedentary in her digestive tract, but the bubbly drink really kicked her guts into gear.

She sat back satisfactorily in her chair, looking at the water as it sparkled in the sun. Eric noisily sipped the last remnants of his mimosa through the straw.