A Step-Mother's Comfort: Under Her Ass
by BLUSHFantasies

The warm, inviting aroma of mac and cheese wafted through the cozy kitchen as the Mother stirred the pot with a wooden spoon. Her gentle humming filled the air, creating a sense of calm in the house.

Her 19-year-old daughter, shuffled into the kitchen, her eyes puffy and red from crying. She leaned against the door frame, watching her Mother for a moment before speaking.

"Hi, Mommy," she said softly, her voice trembling.

Mother turned, her warm, nurturing smile instantly lighting up the room.

"Sweetheart," she cooed, setting the spoon down and wiping her hands on her apron. "Come here, darling." Sweetheart shuffled over to her mother, her shoulders slumped. Mommy wrapped her arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.

She stroked her daughter's hair, whispering soothing words. "It's okay, baby. Mommy's here. Tell me what's wrong."

The daughter buried her face in her mother's large soft chest, her tears soaking into her mother's red shirt. "Brad broke up with me," she sobbed. "He said I was too much, that I was suffocating him."

Mommy's embrace tightened, her hand gently caressing her daughter's face. "Oh, my sweet girl," she murmured. "You are perfect just the way you are. Brad doesn't deserve you. You are strong, beautiful, and deserving of someone who truly loves and appreciates you."

The daughter sniffled, her tears slowing as Mother's comforting words sank in. "I just feel so lost," she whispered.

Mother cupped her daughter's face in her hands, her eyes full of love and understanding. "I know, baby. But you are never lost when you have me. I will always be here for you, no matter what."

The daughter managed a small smile, her heart warming at her mother's unwavering support.

"Thanks, Mommy," she said, her voice still shaky. Mommy kissed her forehead, then stepped back to look at her. "You know, it's a good thing I'm making mac and cheese," she said, her tone lightening.

"We can do what we've always done to make you feel better..." The daughter's eyes widened, a flicker of excitement replacing her sadness.

"Really, Mommy?" she asked, her voice tinged with hope. Mommy nodded, her smile mischievous.

"Yes, really. You know how much it helps you, and I'm more than happy to provide our secret comfort for you." The daughter's heart fluttered, a mix of nervousness and anticipation building inside her.

"When will Father be back?" the daughter asked, her voice tinged with worry. "What if he catches us?"

Mother chuckled softly, her hand stroking her daughter's head. "Don't worry, sweetheart..." she reassured her. "Father won't be back for another two hours. We have plenty of time."

The daughter relaxed, her worries melting away at Mother's words. She trusted her completely, knowing that Mother would always keep her safe. Mother continued to stir the mac and cheese, her movements slow and deliberate. The creamy, golden cheese bubbled gently, its rich aroma mingling with the scent of butter and pasta.

“Why don't you get down there right now sweetheart? While I finish this big plate of pasta...” Mother straightened her back and poked her thick ass out. The daughter smiled.

“Yes mommy... I want to lose myself to you tonight... Forget about everything.” The daughter dropped to her knees and felt the warmth of her mother's ass radiate onto her face that stared deeply into the crack of the tight jeans.

“Then lose yourself honey...” The mother smiled as she continued to stir. The daughter shuffled closer, her hands trembling as she pressed her face into her mother's massive, heavy ass. The familiar scent filled her nostrils, a mix of sour, sweaty, and something earthy. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and exactly what she needed. It was like the tang of aged cheese mixed with the musk of a hot summer day.

Mother shifted slightly, her ass pressing more firmly against her daughter's face. The daughter's hands squeezed her mother's thighs, her touch gentle and reverent. She felt Mother's warmth, her presence overwhelming and comforting. "That's it, baby," Mother murmured, her voice low and soothing. "Take it all in. Feel my love, feel my warmth." “Mommy's here to help you forget all about that boy.” The daughter inhaled deeper, her nostrils flaring as she pressed her face harder against the rough fabric.

The scent was overwhelming, filling her senses and making her head spin. She could feel the heat radiating from Mommy's body, the faint dampness of sweat seeping through the jeans.

"That's it, baby," Mommy cooed, wiggling her hips slightly. "Take big breaths. Mommy's got you." The mother turned the stove-top off and began plating the large dish of mac and cheese. The daughter moaned below, her hands gripping Mommy's hips as she buried her face deeper.

The smell was intoxicating, filling her with a strange mix of comfort and excitement. She could feel her sadness melting away, replaced by a deep, primal need to please her mother.

"Do you want to smell it raw, baby?" Mother asked, her voice low and teasing. The daughter's heart raced even faster.

"Yes, Mommy," she breathed, her voice trembling quietly with anticipation. Mommy chuckled, reaching back to unbutton her jeans. She slowly pulled them down to her knees, revealing her plump, round cheeks. The smell grew stronger, sharper, more intense. The daughter's eyes fell heavy as she leaned forward, pressing her nose against her mommy's anus. The scent was overwhelming now... sour and pungent, with an almost tangy shitness that lingered from her mother's last bathroom visit....

She could feel Mommy's body relax, hear her soft sigh of pleasure. She pressed her face harder, inhaling deeply, letting the smell wash over her.

"That's my good girl," Mommy purred, reaching back to stroke Sweetheart's hair. "You love Mommy's stinky butt, don't you?" Sweetheart nodded, her face still buried in Mommy's ass.

"Yes, Mommy," she whispered, her voice muffled. "I love it so much."

"Then show Mommy how much you love it, sweetie. Kiss it. Worship it." The daughter didn't hesitate. She pressed her lips to Mommy's bare anus, kissing it softly, lovingly. She could taste the sourness, the faint bitterness of sweat and skin. She licked tentatively, her tongue tracing the puckered flesh. Mommy moaned softly, her hand still stroking her daughter's hair.

"That's it, baby," Mommy whispered. "Mommy loves you so much."

The daughter lost herself in the act, her tongue working eagerly, her nose pressed against Mommy's skin. The smell, the taste, the warmth... it was all so overwhelming, so comforting. She forgot about Brad, forgot about her heartbreak. All she could think about was Mommy, her Mommy, and the love and secret affections they shared. As the daughter pressed her lips tenderly against Mommy's puckered anus, lost in the rhythm of her worship, she was startled by a sudden, squeaky fart that burst against her mouth.

*Prrrrpppprrrrrtt

The sound was sharp and wet, making her jump slightly, her eyes widening in surprise. The warm, sour air rushed over her lips, carrying with it the intense, tangy smell of Mommy's butt juices. The daughter's lips tingled, and she couldn't help but lick them, her tongue darting out to catch the faint residue left behind. The taste was sharp and pungent, a mix of sour cream and something earthy, almost like overripe cheese. It lingered on her tongue, both shocking and intoxicating, making her heart race.

"That's my good girl," Mommy purred, her voice thick with pleasure. "Mommy's got so much more for you." The daughter shuddered, her embarrassment melting into excitement as she readied her mine ever more, eager for more of Mommy's intimate gifts. Finally, Mommy pulled away, pulling her jeans back up.

"Mommy's starving," she said, her voice light and playful. "And once I get this big pot of mac and cheese in me my farts will be non-stop!... Wouldn't you like that honey..."

"Yes, Mommy," she whispered, her voice full of love and devotion. The mother carried the mac and cheese to the dining table, her hips swaying seductively. Her daughter followed closely, her heart still racing, her body tingling with excitement.

"Now, Sweetheart," Mommy said, sitting down at the head of the table. "Why don't you lay down and let Mommy sit on your face while I eat?" The daughter's heart skipped a beat.

"Yes, Mommy," she whispered, her voice full of love and devotion. She lay down on the floor, her head tilted back as Mommy sat on the dining chair, her massive ass hovering just above the daughter's face.

The smell was intense, sour and sweaty, filling her senses as Mommy lowered herself down. The daughter closed her eyes, her hands gripping the chair legs as Mommy's weight settled on her face. She could feel the heat, the dampness, the sour, musky smell enveloping her completely. She inhaled deeply, her tongue flicking out to taste the sourness of her mother's jeans. Mommy sighed contentedly, picking up her fork.

"That's my good girl," she murmured, taking a bite of mac and cheese. "Mommy's got you. Mommy will always take care of you." And as Mommy loudly stuffed down her mac and cheese, her daughter lay beneath her, worshiping her massive, stinky ass, completely and utterly at peace.

Mommy finished her massive plate of mac and cheese with a satisfied sigh, her fork clinking against the empty dish. She leaned back in her chair, patting her full belly with a contented smile.

"Whew," she said, letting out a loud, hearty burp. "Ah! That was delicious! Hehe... It's about to start coming out the other end soon...” The daughter, still lying on the floor with her face engulfed by Mommy's massive ass, felt a thrill run through her at those words.

She loved when Mommy got gassy, knowing it meant even more for her to worship. The weight of Mommy's full body pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe, but she didn't mind. She loved being completely smothered by Mommy's ass, feeling the heat and the earthy sour smell enveloping her completely.

Mommy stood up from the table, stretching her arms above her head with a groan. She turned to look down at the daughter, her expression softening. "You okay down there, baby?" she asked, her voice gentle. "You still want to worship Mommy's butt tonight?"

The daughter nodded eagerly, her face flushed and her heart racing. "Yes, Mommy," she whispered, her voice muffled by the fabric of Mommy's jeans. "I love it so much." Mommy chuckled, reaching down to stroke the daughter's hair.

"That's my good girl," she said, her voice full of affection. "Let's move to the living room, then. Daddy will be home soon, and we need to make the most of our time together." The daughter felt a rush of excitement at the mention of Daddy, knowing they had to hurry. She quickly got on her hands and knees and walked on all fours following Mommy as she walked to the living room, her eyes fixed on the swaying curves of Mommy's gigantic ass.

Once they reached the living room, Mommy sank down onto the couch with a sigh, turning on the TV. "Come here, baby," she said, squatting just above the coach cushion. "Mommy's got something special for you." The daughter crawled over eagerly, her heart pounding with anticipation.

She settled underneath Mommy's legs, her face once again engulfed by the massive, soft ass. Mommy shifted slightly, her stomach growling and groaning as it worked to digest the heavy meal she had just eaten. Her farts were loud and wet, filling the room as Mommy let out small, satisfied sighs. The daughter could feel the pressure building, the sour smell growing stronger as Mommy's gas began to escape. She buried her face deeper, licking and kissing eagerly, loving every moment of being under Mommy's full weight.

"That's it, baby," Mommy murmured, her voice thick with pleasure. The daughter moaned softly, her world narrowing to the smell, the taste, and the warmth of Mommy's ass, completely and utterly at peace. They varied from squeaky blasts to long, rumbling notes, filling the room with the sour, tangy smell of Mommy's insides. The smell was very overwhelming, a mix of sour cream, old cheese, and something earthy and pungent. It clung to the daughter's nostrils, making her head spin with a strange mix of discomfort and excitement.

Mommy's ass shifted occasionally, the weight pressing down harder as she let out another fart, the sound muffled against the daughter's face. "That's my good girl," Mommy cooed, her voice thick with pleasure. "Take it all in, sweetie."

The daughter moaned softly, her hands gripping Mommy's thighs as she inhaled deeply, letting the smell wash over her completely. For twenty minutes, the daughter lay beneath Mommy's massive farting ass, her face engulfed by the soft, warm denim.

At the ten minute mark, Mommy let out a soft groan, shifting her weight. "Ugh, these farts are getting my jeans soggy," she exclaimed, standing up and pulling her tight jeans down to her knees. The daughter's eyes widened as Mommy's bare ass was exposed, the skin slightly damp with sweat, she could see her mother's anus again, now slightly brown colored after all the farting...

Mommy shifted over to the love seat and the daughter eagerly placed her face once again right where mommy's asshole was going to be. "Now, open your mouth, honey," Mommy commanded, her voice firm. "Mommy's got one she wants you to taste" The daughter obeyed eagerly, parting her lips as Mommy shifted forward.

This fart was bulbous, wet, and explosive, a shart that splattered against the daughter's tongue. The taste was gagging and bitter, with a hint of something metallic. The daughter gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she swallowed quickly, not wanting to disappoint Mommy.

"Good girl," Mommy purred, her voice full of pride. "Mommy's so proud of you." The daughter felt a rush of warmth, her embarrassment melting into pride as she buried her face once more, eager for more. Mommy stood up and sat on the love seat near the doorway. The daughter followed and sat on her knees at eye level with her mother's ass.

"Now, Mommy needs to shit," Mommy said, her voice slightly strained. "And it's going to be really messy." The daughter's heart raced as Mommy spoke. "Do you want to come be engulfed by the smell as I shit?" she asked, her voice teasing. The daughter nodded eagerly, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Yes, Mommy," the daughter whispered, her devotion clear in her eyes. "I want to be there for you." Mommy chuckled, softly grabbing the daughter's face and kissing her forehead.

"That's my good girl," she said, her voice soft and loving. “Now I want you to know something sweetheart...”

Mommy's grip of her daughter's face remained softly supportive as she spoke... "You know Mommy and you deserve to be worshiped, right?" The daughter nodded, her voice muffled by the soft flesh pressing against her face.

"Yes, Mommy," she whispered. "We deserve it all." Mommy smiled, her hand started stroking the daughter's hair.

"That's right, baby," she said, her voice full of pride. "People like Brad don't deserve us. They don't know how to worship us like we deserve." The daughter felt a surge of pride, her heart swelling with love for Mommy. "You and I, baby," Mommy continued, her voice soft and commanding. "We're special. We deserve to be adored, worshiped, cherished."

The daughter nodded eagerly, her lips brushing against Mommy's skin as she spoke. "Yes, Mommy," she whispered, her voice full of devotion. "I'll always worship you." Mommy chuckled, her grip on the daughter's face tightening slightly.

"Good girl," she said, her voice thick with love. "Alright, Mommy's gotta go take that shit. Follow me." She held the daughter's hand, leading her to the bathroom, the smell of her gas still lingering in the tight living room.

The two entered the mother's small bathroom, the daughter knelt beside the toilet as her mother pulled her stink-infused jeans down.

Mommy sat heavily on the toilet, her pants pulled down to her ankles, her massive ass completely covering the toilet seat. The sound of her skin sticking slightly to the plastic seat echoed in the small space as she shifted slightly, getting comfortable.

"Baby..." Mommy said, her voice soft but commanding, "get naked for Mommy. I want to look upon your beauty while I do my business." The daughter felt a flush of warmth spread through her body at the request. She began to undress slowly, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulled her shirt over her head.

As the daughter started to take her shirt off, Mommy let out a loud, wet fart,

*Prrrrrrrrrrrpppttt

The sound echoed in the bathroom. It was followed by the unmistakable sound of hard, mushy streams of poop logs splashing into the toilet. The smell hit the daughter like a wave, dense and overpowering, filling the small space with its sour, earthy stench. The poop logs were thick and light brown, their surface slightly shiny and wet, curling into the water below. The smell was intense, a mix of sour dairy, rotten vegetables...

The daughter's eyes watered slightly, but she didn't look away. Instead, she bowed her head towards the bowl, her nostrils flaring as she began to breathe deeply, huffing in the dense stench. Each inhale filled her lungs with the sour, tangy smell, making her head spin with a strange mix of discomfort and excitement. Mommy continued to poop for a constant five minutes, the sound of her release filling the bathroom. The daughter could hear the soft plops of the poop logs hitting the water, the occasional wet fart blasting out within the symphony of sounds.

She continued to undress and sniff deeply her eyes fixed on the tile floor. Once completely naked, the daughter knelt down at Mommy's feet, her hands gently caressing the soft, warm skin. She leaned forward, pressing soft kisses to Mommy's toes, her tongue darting out to lick the salty skin. Mommy sighed softly, her hand reaching down to stroke the daughter's hair.

"That's my good girl," she murmured, her voice thick with pleasure. "Mommy loves you so much." The daughter moaned softly, her worship growing more fervent as the smell of Mommy's stinky poo filled the room. Finally, Mommy let out a satisfied sigh, standing up from the toilet.

The daughter's eyes widened as she saw the massive pile of poop logs swirling in the bowl, the water tinted a murky brown. The smell was overwhelming, sour and pungent, making her gag slightly. "Now, baby," Mommy said, her voice firm but gentle, "worship the pungent smell..."

She grabbed the daughter's face softly, guiding her down towards the filled toilet bowl. The daughter didn't hesitate, pressing her face close to the stinky pile below, inhaling deeply. The smell was intense, sour and earthy, making her head spin and her nose crinkle.

"Repeat after me," Mommy commanded, her voice soft but firm. "I am a beautiful, divine woman and I will be worshiped accordingly."

The daughter whispered the words, her voice trembling slightly. "I am a beautiful, divine woman and I will be worshiped accordingly."

Mommy smiled, “Now huff. Smell my divine waste...” her hand stroking the daughter's hair. The daughter inhaled deeply and audibly.

"That's my good girl," she said, her voice full of love. "Five more times..."