Your name is callum your a 16 your old boy who was diagnosed from the age of 10 with a mysterious condition that means you need to sniff farts to survive, the doctors can't explain it other than for your physiology you need the methane in farts.
You live with your family who all love you very much and have shared the responsibility of farting on you to keep you alive.
Now 16 years later you wake up as normal in your bed, looking at your phone the time is 7am.
"too early" you say rolling out of bed and making your way downstairs for a drink, once you reach the bottom of the stairs you see no one else except your mom "everyone must still be asleep" you think
"morning mom" you call out "oh morning son, how did you sleep" she asks looking back from the counter "good thanks" you look over at your mother jade a beautiful amazon of a woman 5foot 11inches tall, DD breasts, she is a little chubby but she carries alot of her weight in her tree trunk thighs and her huge ass each cheek is bigger than your head.
You see she's wearing her usual outfit a white t shirt on top and her brown hair tied in a bun, on trh bottom she has on her legging which cling her her thighs and ass
"is your machine working fine" your mom asks, for you to sleep in your own room a machine needed to be built a little like a oxygen machine expect instead of oxygen it blasts stored farts from your family.
"yeah it's okay" you say sleepy getting a little more light headed, your mom looks back realising this "baby you need some gas" your mom tells you in a concerns tone "here I have a few farts ready" she says still standing by the kitchen counter her huge ass pointed towards you "okay mom" you say bending down to your knees, before shoving your face in her ass crack as deep as you can, you feel her soft cheeks engulf your face as her cheeks reach your ears "okay here goes" *PPPPPFFFFTTTT*
*PPPPFFFFTTTTTTTTTT*
*PPPFFFTTTT*
3 farts erupted from your mom's ass, sniffing as much as you could, filling your lungs with her gas, before you pull your face free her her cheeks "better sweetheart" your mom asks "yeah better mom, thanks"
Sitting down ready for breakfast, you hear foot steps coming down the stairs, after a second you see.
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