Mommy’s Little Fart Cushion
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Ever since he was a little boy, he was always my favourite. He was like my little shadow, always wanting to know what I was doing, wanting to help his mommy. I loved when he was little so much! Such a sweet boy and everyone always told me how cute he was! When he hit his early teens, he started to pull away a bit, nothing terribly dramatic but definitely a sad time for any mother. He started to have his own little hobbies, he'd spend more time with his friends. He stopped talking to me as much as he used to and I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt.
In High School, Marty was a good student, and a good kid in general, but I started to feel the distance between us grow with each year. By the time he started college I had become quite resentful over his entitled, distant attitude towards me. I'd been saving for years to send him to college, me and his father always provided him with everything he'd ever needed and it was so often met with the absolute minimum in return. I knew I should've just let it go but during his last visit, I did something that I probably shouldn't have done. I wish that I felt guilty, but I simply never have. In fact, I loved it, it felt great to put him in his place, to restore the power dynamic between us, finally.
Not only did I finally get to put him back in his rightful place, I knew I'd sparked something dangerous within him. A secret weapon that every woman possesses. What Marty didn't know was that I had something that makes every man weak, including my own son if need be. If it weren't for his sour attitude I would never have to put him in this position but his years of ungrateful behaviour have proven to me that he needs it. It's not only my duty as his mother, it's become my ultimate pleasure.
As expected, during his last visit, he dumped his bags inside the front door and yelled something before I heard the door close again. I walked to the front door, only to see his car reversing out of the driveway and quickly driving away, down the street. When I played his voice back in my head, I realized that he had yelled something like, "Hi mom! I'll be back in 20!" Which of course, he wouldn’t be. Hours went by and I didn't even bother making dinner for him. When he finally got home, he offered some flimsy excuse about getting distracted at his friends place and gathered his bags and headed to his old bedroom. I sat in silence, surprisingly calm given the level of anger I had been experiencing for hours.
It finally dawned on me, he wasn't coming back out of his room for the rest of the night and in that moment, my fever broke. I was no longer angry. I was no longer quiet. I was no longer waiting for him to act the way he should. If I wanted respect from this boy, I'd have to take it. I got up and walked quietly to his door, opening it slowly. He was lying on his bed, in his boxers, looking at his phone. He turned and said, "What are you doing?" I quietly told him to shut his mouth and not to move a muscle. I quietly closed the door behind myself then walked over to his bed. I knew the foreign nature of my behaviour was enough to keep him utterly still. I took the phone out of his hand and gently placed it on his night stand. Looking back to him calmly, I bent over and picked up his jeans. "Sorry, I didn't - " I cut him off with a look and he resumed his frozen stance on the bed, wide eyed and fully attentive, for a change.
As I slowly wrapped his jeans around his ankles like rope, I cross wrapped them a couple of times before I tied a big, secure knot with them in a comfortable silence. At least the silence was comfortable for me. I knew he was beyond confused but I just did not care at this point. My care had been wasted on him for years now, my displays of love for this boy were forever changed in this moment. Not only did I not care about his obvious discomfort, I was actually relishing every moment of it. His cocky little face finally showed an emotion other than indifference. As I moved on top of him, straddling his chest, he instinctively moved his arms above his head, staring at me with a strange fear in his eyes, like he suddenly realized the error in his ways. I started tying his arms up with the flat sheet that he had pushed to one side of his bed. As I finished, I stared blankly down into his frightened face and said, "I've got your attention now, don't I, Marty?"
As his eyes met mine, I felt a surge of power enter my body as I pinned my boy down with all my weight. Yes, he'd become a big boy with age but I could still see that little boy inside. I wanted to burn away the arrogance of this petulant form, I knew I had to take him down a notch. I moved my crotch towards his face and I saw the horror flicker over his face. If he thought having his mom's pussy in his face was bad, he had no idea about the true degradation he was about to endure. My clothed pussy passed over his face, landing on his forehead. As I positioned my ass squarely on the tip of his nose, I felt my belly rumble. I felt it coming and used my hands on either cheek to slightly wiggle my ass a bit, letting out the most glorious fart, right in his face.
At that point, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. I knew this was supposed to be a punishment so I hid my delight by sitting down on his face again, full weight. Once I'd composed myself, I pulled up, looking down into his pale face. I'd silenced him, finally! And speaking of silent, I felt a silent but deadly fart seeping through my red, lacy panties right now! I quickly moved back into position as the stench seeped silently into his face. I moved off of him again, knowing that he'd have to take a nice, big gasp of that nauseating gas, right up his nose. Realizing that he was truly stunned into submission, I naturally began moving like an animal, grinding myself on him in whatever way felt best, disregarding the sacred boundary that had remained untouched until that moment.
Moving with my primal urges like I've never done with Marty before. He responded in turn, becoming a pliable, submissive recipient. I told him to take a deep breath in and when he did, I sat down on his face, moving my hips back and forth until I felt the bridge of his nose perfectly situated between the lips of my wet pussy and the tight, pink opening of my asshole. I could feel the dampness pushing onto his nose as I rotated my hips forward, arching my back for an inch of clearance, letting loose a loud, rumbling fart. He bucked silently underneath me and I couldn't blame him. The smell was truly horrid! Again, I concealed my giggling from my son as I sat back down on his face. I felt my panties wedge between my pussy lips as I soaked the gusset and I truly didn’t care.
Any guilt that I should have had about grinding my wet pussy and asshole into my son's face were immediately absolved when I got up to re-position myself. I turned around to sit on Marty's face, the other way. My body now pointing towards the rest of his room, towards his feet in an, almost, 69 position but with me still sitting up. The first thing I see is his throbbing erection sticking out of the top of his boxers. I mean, there's a chance he didn't notice how wet I was but there's no denying his level of arousal. Poor thing, I know that at his age, the slightest breeze can cause an erection but my empathy has been long scorched. I'll simply add this to the list of weaknesses to use against him. As I grind my ass back and forth over his face, he is perfectly still, waves of shame writhing throughout his body. I, on the other hand, am exempt. In my mind, this is the fault of Marty, and Marty alone, and that's why I keep riding, smiling to myself.
I ride his face now, becoming more explicit in a twisted assertion of dominance like I've never experienced. I've gained complete control. I move my panties to the side, flashing my pink, dripping wet pussy at him, mere inches from his face. My finger moving, momentarily, across my clit, instantly making my nipples hard. I tell him to close his mouth as I rest my wet pussy on his lips and chin, my asshole now pointed directly into his nostrils. Perfect timing because I feel the nastiest fart bubbling up! It works its way through my belly until the beautiful moment arrives. My asshole opens slightly, blowing the steamy gas right into his nose. It's so stinky that he momentarily opens his mouth to scream but I press my pussy into it, quelling his attempts. His tongue instinctively moves out of his mouth into the soft opening of my pussy for just a moment before he realizes what he has done.
He seals his mouth shut, clenching his eyes closed in an attempt to remove himself from this room entirely. I move myself off his wet face for a moment and I watch a drop of pre-cum form at the tip of his cock. I'm so pleased to realize how truly powerless he is to me! I'm tempted to ride his face roughly until I cum all over him, marking him like an animal, throwing him into a dark pit of shame and leaving him alone to suffer, like he's done to me so many times, but instead, I control myself. I save myself for my husband who will be home in a few hours.
I don't say a word, I simply grind into his face for a few minutes, casually releasing any gas I have directly into nostrils. He sniffs it up and attempts to stop himself from thrusting into the air with lust while I watch and smile to myself. I get up, silently, and untie him. I lead him to the bathroom, run a cold shower and watch him undress and get in. He doesn't dare look at me. Once he shuts the shower curtain, I slip back into my bedroom for a moment. I grab the chastity cage I ordered for him a few weeks ago and sit on the toilet, waiting for the cold water to serve its purpose of calming his erection.
As he emerges, I silently motion for him to stand in front of me, his shriveled, cold cock and balls level with my face. I carefully maneuver him inside the cage and quickly place the lock on as I feel his cock attempting to erect once again, betraying the obvious shame he is feeling. I stand up and meet his gaze, finally, I smile and tell him to get some sleep. He slumps into a sad posture, wrapping the towel around his chest like a child. "I love you, Mom." He says as he leaves the bathroom, pausing to look at me. He hasn't said that without prompting since he was a kid! I say "I love you too, Marty, now go and get some sleep."
Hours pass, and Marty’s father arrives home from work. I let him fuck me roughly for a good half hour, stopping him every time he almost cums inside me. I don't hold back like I usually would when Marty is visiting from college. I let my husband fuck me hard and I reciprocate with the most lustful, guttural sounds of pleasure. I know Marty can hear me and I relish every time his father thrusts inside me, bouncing Marty's chastity key from the chain around my neck, moving it up and down, in between my bare tits. I know that Marty won't get any sleep tonight, making him even more pliable tomorrow. After releasing an amazing orgasm all over my husband's cock while he cums inside me, I roll over, exhausted and excited for tomorrow. This is the first time since he was a child that I have actually looked forward to seeing Marty in the morning. As I drift off to sleep I can't wait to have my son all to myself again.
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