Dare War: Year 18
by QicenoQ

I have an interesting friendship.

Since primary school, me & Derrick have been side-by-side. We clicked as friends better than anyone; we were both careless slackers, gamers, and my best memories were bullshitting in school with him.

One big thing that made us inseparable was our love of straight-up torturing each other out of the blue.

Since day 1, we both agreed to never deny a dare.

Fast forward to 18 years later; me and him are still hanging out. The only difference is we have low-paying jobs & we do drugs. Nothing crazy, though. … Sometimes.

We were off today, and I was sitting on his old futon, playing Call of Duty with him. Playing games from over a decade ago never got old, nor would it ever.


“... I dare you to go ask my Mom if she can fart on your face.” Derrick then said.

Somehow, that absolute bombshell of a remark almost slipped my mind. It wasn’t until 10 seconds later that it processed, and I physically flinched from it.

“What?”

“Mom ate like… 6 burritos earlier, and I heard her blow up the bathroom.” He explained. “Go ask if she can fart on you. It’s a dare, man.”

“Man- what if she kicks me out?” I asked. Normally, my response would be an immediate following of orders, as per dare rules. But we never brought anyone else into it.

“Just tell her I dared you. She’ll get mad at me.” He said. The match we were playing ended, and we met eyes.
“You can’t deny a dare, dude. I’ll ask her if you even asked.”

“... Ugh, whatever man.” I stood up & trudged toward his door, stretching my back as I walked into the hall.

Again, this would usually be fun; an annoyance at worst. But I felt genuinely weird about this one.
His mom, Cecilia, has always been super sweet to me. Admittedly, I had a very mild crush on her; I have a thing for chubby girls, I won’t lie. Cecilia stood at my height, but was built like a curvy teddy-bear.
I obviously don’t have a chance of romance with my best-friend’s mother, but the thought of her saying ‘yes’ to this gross dare did excite me a bit. … Just not the farting.


Still, I begrudgingly knocked on her door.

“Come in!” Her voice yelled on the other side.

I walked in to see her laying on the belly; she was wearing a pair of spandex underwear with a comic-panel design, as well as a worn T-shirt that was somehow too loose for her chubby torso. Her curly brown hair messily draped over her neck.

My eyes widened as I saw her butt. It was basically hanging out of the undergarments, with her buttcrack visible on top.
“Oh, hey hun. Sorry, it’s just so hot in this room..”

“H-Hey.” I awkwardly replied. Cecilia grinned at me before tossing a blanket over her butt.
“... U-Uhm, Cecilia?”

“Yes?” She asked. Hearing her nicknames for me made my legs weak.

“... D-Derrick dared me to do something.” I was genuinely shaking. Cecilia only smiled up at me.

“And… does it involve me?~”

“Y-Yes, I’m afraid it does.” My remark made her laugh a bit. But she eventually stopped and watched me expectantly, waiting for me to reveal what Derrick had gotten me into.
“... C-Can you fart in my face?”

A look of shock came over Cecilia’s face, and a massive grin broke out.

“Aha- WOW, he is such a dick! He told you about the burritos too, didn’t he?” She asked before laughing again. I smiled too, having expected her to try & fight me or something.
Instead, she threw the blanket off, revealing her ass again. A devious grin pursed through her lips.
“Sure, baby. Get over here.~”

“W-What?” I was taken aback. “Wow, okay- uhm…”

“What’s wrong? Scared?~” Her playful remark prompted me to nod. If she wasn’t gassy, I definitely would not be scared.
“Hmm~ too bad. You wouldn’t want to lose the dare-war, would you?”

“F-Fair.” I agreed, even if I was in my mid 20’s; this game was getting out of hand though, and I felt my heart pound as I looked down at Cecilia’s ass.

She shook her hips; the small momentum made her fat butt ripple. I had to hide my smile.

“I want you to get deep in there. I have a big, raunchy one for you.” She commanded, nodding down at her ass over her shoulder.

“O-Okay then.” I hummed before lowering my body. Cecilia looked me in the eyes as my face inched closer to her ass.

… I was excited. Even though I knew she would demolish my nose, I was putting my face somewhere that I had literally dreamt of putting it.

My nose was enveloped by the warm fabric of her undergarments. I fought the urge to sniff, only because I didn’t want her to think I was some kind of weirdo.
… Admittedly, even agreeing to this didn’t help with that.

“There you go.~” Cecilia said, then reached back & grabbed my hair. The sudden grip made me groan with pain, making her laugh.
“You aren’t going anywhere. I’m going to melt your face with this one.~”

“M-Mph?” I squirmed slightly as she pushed my face deeper in her ass.

… Was she enjoying this too? Was I currently in one of my taboo dreams, on the verge of getting frisky with Derrick’s mom?
I was smiling ear-to-ear; it’s not like she could see it, so I shamelessly nuzzled my nose further. Then, like the greedy degenerate I was, I took a deep whiff.


Snff-


BBWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRPT!


I was immediately caught off guard by a titanic geyser of gas. My face went from warm to boiling, and I instantly coughed as a monstrous fart rushed up my nose.
It was bad. It was really, really, REALLY fucking bad. I tried to pull out, but Cecilia only kept her grip on my hair. She forced my face deeper into her ass, forcing me to fight for my freedom.


PppfffrrrrrRRRRRRPT!


“UGH- FUCK.~” Cecilia then let go of my hair, prompting me to fling back hard. I fell on my ass before gripping my nose, hacking viciously. I felt like I was going to throw up.
“Hahahahaha! Holy shit, that one was wicked!”

“Ugh… *hrk*” I covered my mouth in a fruitless attempt to stifle my dry-heaving. I was in turmoil over those farts.
“Mph- C-Cecilia-”

“Hehe- was it stinky?~” She innocently asked, as if she hadn’t just committed a war-crime inside my nose.
“Aww, get up. It didn’t smell that bad.”

“Urgh..” All I could do was murmur. I literally felt the gas inside my lungs, which honestly made standing up difficult.
“... phew…”

“Go dare my son to come in here & sniff 5 of them.” She then demanded. Even in my fatigued state, my eyes widened at the prospect.
“Tell him that I’m still really gassy, and that he has to come sniff 5 of my farts.”

“T-That’s kinda cruel..” I replied. Cecilia only smiled at me.
“... Bet.”


…

I walked back to Derrick’s room. As I walked in, he looked up from his phone.

“How’d it go?” He asked.

“I have a dare for you.” I then huffed. “And it’s worse than sniffing one of her farts..”

“Oh shit, you didn’t!” He furrowed his eyebrows. “Ugh- nothing could be worse than that. Do your worst.”

“You won’t.” I replied.

“Try me.” He answered, making me snort.

“Okay then. … Go sniff 5 of Cecilia’s farts.”

The color faded from his face. I smirked at him; all the disgust in my body was cleansed by the fear in his eyes.

“... I dare you.”


…

“This is fucked..” Derrick groaned, looking down at Cecilia’s ass. His mother shook her hips at him before slapping one of her buttcheeks.

“You have to, sweetie.” She told him. “It’s a dare.”

Derrick turned to me with rage in his eyes. I really fucked with him, and I couldn’t be none the happier.
“When I’m done, you’re dead.”

With that, Derrick visibly shuddered as he stood over Cecilia’s large, chubby posterior. She stared at him, awaiting his compliance.
Meanwhile, I stood in the back & watched the scene unfold. This was truly evil.

After some hesitation, Derrick held his face over the spandex-clad crack of his mother. His arms were quivering.


Grrooooooooooaaarbt


Derrick shook his head as a bassy fart erupted from Cecilia’s undergarments. He was clearly trying not to inhale, yet the sound of his coughing filled the room.
Cecilia giggled as her son fought for his life.

“Stay still.” She sternly commanded, grinning emphatically in the meantime. Derrick’s eyes were clenched shut as he kept his head still.


Pffffrrrrrrrrfffsshhhhhhh…


I cringed as a plume of silent gas, unfittingly, noisily puffed out. Cecilia covered her mouth; the look of terror on her face actually scared me.
Derrick gripped the bed covers hard as he tried to keep his face over her ass.


Bwooorrrrrrrrbbbbbbbt!


Shamelessly, Cecilia cracked another bassy one off. How was she this gassy?

I honestly felt bad for Derrick at this point. At that moment, he broke his silence, and he began to retch. The combination of the last two farts must’ve been too much for him, and he soon gripped his nose in the same way that I did.

“Hey, I’m not done yet.” Cecilia had to be unaware of her capabilities. Derrick’s profound retching scared me into pinching my own nose too. I was lucky enough to be a distance from them, but I wasn’t keen on catching a stray whiff.

“M-Mom, I can’t-” Derrick gagged before he could finish his sentence. “Y-Your farts are so- *hrk* f-fucking bad-”

“Tough luck, buttercup.” Cecilia remarked, insultingly fanning her backside with a hand. “Two more. Get back in there, or suffer the consequences of losing the dare-war.”

“Ugh-” He groaned with disgust. Meanwhile, I began to think: we don’t even have consequences.
… Should there be consequences?

Despite that, he locked in & held his face over her ass again. I kept my nose pinched shut as I watched his own nose get dangerously close to her buttcrack.

Cecilia’s face puffed up slightly; the sound of her grunting scared me.


Pffwwwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmphhhhh…


Derrick’s nose stayed an inch from her ass as she cracked off one of the most foul-sounding farts ever; a deep, grumbling fart that ended in a dense hiss.
Cecilia sighed a breath of release after unleashing it. I silently prayed, knowing she probably would have nailed me with that hell-spawn moments prior.

Derrick’s cheeks puffed out a few times. He was on the verge of breaking down. Yet he had one more to take.


Bbrrbbrsst…

Thankfully, Cecilia seemed out of fuel. A bubbly, airy toot followed the nightmare house-clearer before.

Derrick looked green as he pulled away; he leered at me, making me awkwardly smirk at him. He was rightfully pissed.

… But he couldn’t talk. His cheeks kept puffing in & out. He then covered his mouth before burping, then ran over to Cecilia’s garbage can before emptying his guts into it.

Cecilia laughed as her son profusely vomited. Meanwhile, I was too paralyzed to do anything. Part of me wanted to console him, while another part of me feared him with all my life. When he recovered, I was fucked.

Eventually, Cecilia sat up and slid out of bed before approaching Derrick. He kept his head in the garbage can, probably out of fatigue.
“Sweetheart, are you going to make another dare?”

Derrick’s arms shivered as he lifted himself off the ground. He then turned to me again; he still looked ill after that monsoon of toxic gas.
He then turned to Cecilia, surprisingly.

“C-Can you play?” He then asked.

I felt my heart sink as Cecilia turned back to me. She smirked, then turned back to her son.
“I guess I’ll play along with you two. I actually wanted some more burritos, and maybe some of that Irish Cream I bought last night.

Derrick leered at me, then smirked.


…


…


…



Derrick & I were currently in one of our most hardcore dare-wars of our lives. Normally, it would be stupid stuff, like eating something stupid out of the pantry, or wearing something dumb. Basic shit that may slightly inconvenience one another.

But Derrick dragged his mother Cecilia into it, making me smell her farts on a dare. That spawned a new era for our time-honored game.

We sat in the Kitchen as Cecilia baked some more burritos. She had on a pair of jeans & a red sweater now; both clinging to her body. Despite being a walking torture-method for the two of us, she seemed in high-spirits.

Derrick texted on his phone as he waited for his mother’s food to finish.

I am currently anxious. It’s now my dare, and Derrick wanted a pretty heinous one; eat a butt-burrito. Consisting of a microwaved burrito that had been shoved down Cecilia’s pants, and kept there as she waited for her own food to cook.


Bwrrrmmmpfff…


I heard a muffled fart to my side. Cecilia grinned at me as she mixed the Irish Cream in her cup.

Her face puffed up a bit, followed by her sighing.
“Silent one.” She added with a devilish smirk before turning back to her cup.

The timer on the oven dinged, and Cecilia excitedly slid an oven mitt on before opening the oven door.
The smell of baked Mexican spices filled the kitchen. It was pleasant, but terrified me to my core.

Me & Derrick were in it for the long-haul. Today went from a casual gaming day to an all-out battle.

Cecilia spared no time in biting into a burrito. Despite being piping hot, she managed to demolish half of it without a care in the world.

“Have you thought about your dare for my boy?” She said with a mouthful. Derrick looked up at me.

“Uhm…” I pondered. “... Dutch Oven during 2 Call of Duty matches.”

“Ohhh, I’ve always wanted to play with you two!” She excitedly squealed, then turned to Derrick. “I used to play Call of Duty when you were a kid. How about we go until I lose?~”

“Ugh…” He huffed before turning to me. “I hope you choke on the burrito.”

“Oh- thanks for reminding me.” Cecilia stated before unbuttoning her jeans. She slid them down slightly before rearing back, then slid her hand under the waistband of her underpants.
I watched in horror as she pulled a pile of the burrito she had shoved in there earlier. The sides were bursting, and as she plopped it on a plate, the smell of ass soon wafted throughout the room.

Derrick pinched his nose as he watched me with excitement. I shuddered as I wondered where to start.
“Eat up.~” Cecilia purred, picking up another fresh burrito after pounding the first one.


I hesitantly picked up my burrito; it was sickishly warm, and I covered my mouth out of disgust. I had to eat this entire fucking thing.

Begrudgingly, I moved it toward my mouth and took a bite. The outside had a stale, salty flavor, with a hint of pungency from Cecilia’s evil colon. I shook my head as I chewed it, but the interior thankfully still tasted okay.

Even though every bite made me want to gag, I managed to fight it down. Cecilia was on her 3rd burrito as I finished mine.

“Ugh…” I shook my head as I choked it down, then sighed with relief.

“Fuck, man…” Derrick complained. “I knew I should’ve gone more extreme.”

“Wah wah, loser.” Cecilia stuck up for me. “Let’s go to your bedroom & play some Call of Duty. I have to fart.”


As we walked back to Derrick’s room, I actually began to feel bad for him. Sure, he just made me eat a burrito that was in his mother’s ass for several minutes, but he was in Hell during his dare earlier.

Meanwhile, I was having one of the best days of my life. The smell was awful, but Cecilia has been a figure of fantasies in my heart for many years.

Plus, Derrick did start it. He basically gave me a gift without realizing it. It’s okay to make him suffer if he expected me to, right?

Cecilia polished off another burrito as she approached his futon. Then, patting the cushion, she directed her son to his doom.

“... I-I don’t think I can, mom.” Derrick pitched in a shaky voice, making her raise an eyebrow.
“The frame under the mattress might mess up my back if you sit on me for too long.”

“You should’ve thought of that before dragging me into your little game.” Cecilia answered.
“Are you seriously going to quit now? Did I raise a quitter?”

“... Fuck it, fine..” He huffed as he approached the futon, then hesitantly sat on the ground before leaning back against it. His head faced the ceiling, and Cecilia stepped over his body. The look of horror on his face almost made me laugh, and I would’ve if it weren’t for him glaring at me out of the corner of his eye.
He then shifted his vision back up as Cecilia lowered herself. His horrified face was casted into darkness, before being smothered by her fat ass.

“Mmph-” We barely heard a weak whimper under it, making both of us stifle a laugh as Derrick whined. Cecilia shook her hips; the sight almost made me stumble. My friend’s mom is so fucking attractive, it’s genuinely astonishing.

“Can you give me that blanket?” Cecilia then asked me, nodding at a folded up blanket next to the door. I nodded before grabbing it & tossing it to her. She then unraveled it before tossing it over her lap & her son.

“Hehe- His nose is right in there.” She told me with a pleased grin, expressing a sadism I had no idea that a mother could possess. She patted the spot next to her as she grabbed her son’s controller.
“2 games minimum. But I’m not getting up until I lose, either. Your friend's life depends on you winning, baby.”

“O-Okay-” I stuttered as I sat down, grabbing my own controller. Cecilia giggled as she leaned back, making Derrick scream again from the shifting weight.

“Mmmph!”


Gbbrrooooorpt!


Cecilia’s face screwed up as she pushed a bubbly fart out under the covers. Derrick’s legs thrashed from the wave of stench forced up his nose, making her laugh again.

“Stop whining down there.” She evilly remarked. “Every time you scream, Mommy’s gonna fart!”

“Mmph-” Derrick whined again before stopping himself. Cecilia grinned at me, then her face screwed up again.


Just then, Derrick’s legs started twisting again, before he began drumming his heels into the floor. I felt scared as he thrashed harder than before. All the while, Cecilia’s eyes began to roll back.

“UGH~ mmmmh- fuuuuck..~” She moaned before leaning back. Derrick’s body was still contorting aggressively.
“That was the single longest silent-but-deadly fart I’ve ever let out. That must've been Hell for my poor baby boy.~”

It all made sense. Over the span of almost 15 seconds, Derrick had a constant stream of his mother’s gas seep up his nose. Even after Cecilia composed herself, he was STILL fighting down there.

“Jesus..” I hummed. Cecilia smirked at me.

“You might wanna pick your loadout.” She said, nodding at the screen. The game had already loaded, but I was too focused on the scene beside me.


We began a match, where Cecilia was already racking up kills on me. Honestly, I was trying my hardest, solely to impress her, but also because Derrick was undeniably in agony under his heavy mother.


Bbrbrrbbrrrbrrrrrr…


Prooorpt


Brrrrpt


Blrrrt


“Mph-” Cecilia hummed next to me as the game progressed. I managed to get one kill on her, but she would get crazy kills on me from across the map in return. She was right; she knew her shit when it came to COD, and she was making sure she wouldn’t get off anytime soon.

It didn’t help that every kill she got, she would fart. And every one of them made Derrick squirm with raw disgust.


Groooooooooooorpt


Pfffrrrrrrrrrrrrr…


A truly heinous sounding fart was followed by a muffled burping noise. I turned to look at Cecilia, who didn’t even acknowledge that her son just vomited under her.

In the short time I had turned my head, I was spawn-killed by her.


Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr… raarpt!


“Mph~” She moaned again, making it known that she was a walking biohazard. How she wasn’t out of gas yet was astonishing to me.


Brrrrrrrpht


Frrraaaaapt!


Pffroooooorrrr


Grooooooorpt


Brrrrrrbt!


The game eventually ended. I got 2 kills on her, while she got 12 on me. For a match set for a short time, she utterly dominated me.

“Have you always been this horrible?” She commented, making me furrow my eyebrows. Her playful grin stung a bit.
“You might wanna bring your A-game for this next round. I’m still super bloated, and that meal I just had is starting to tear me up.”

“Try not to kill Derrick.” I added, making her snort. We both turned back to the screen and started another match.

“Try not to die then.” She said as the map loaded. “I have a fart on deck that might end my son’s life.”


And with that, not even 20 seconds after walking out of my spawn area, Cecilia killed me. My jaw dropped as I turned to her, seeing a familiar, concerningly-evil grin on her face.

“Uh-oh, I think I have another silent one.” She purred with an excited grin. Derrick screamed under her again as she pursed her lips.


Shortly after, Derrick began drumming his feet into the floor again. He screamed for a bit, but stopped before breaking out into a fit of aggressive dry-heaving. He was in turmoil as his mother leaned back against the backrest, pumping his lungs with an SBD more toxic than the one earlier.

It lasted for 10 seconds. Shorter than the one prior, but it must’ve reeked worse than before, as another burping noise followed Derrick’s outburst.

I scrambled to round the corner in the game to try & sneak-attack Cecilia, and managed to kill her. We were 1, 1.

“That was cheap.” She remarked.


Pbbrrrrrrr…


She farted again, then laughed as Derrick coughed. Her farts must’ve been getting worse.

Somehow, I managed to kill her again before she could kill me. I had more points than her now, with a measly two. But I was devoted to having the edge on her, and I began running around the map as she chased me.

I smirked as Cecilia groaned with irritation.

“Seriously?” She asked. I smiled as I ran around the map. I rounded a corner and saw Cecilia, where I killed her again. She groaned as I racked another kill.
“Dude, do you even know what Honor is?”

“Hey, there’s no such thing as dirty fighting. All fighting is dirty.” I responded.

“Ugh. You’re a good friend, but such a huge pussy.” Hearing that from my friend’s Mom was oddly humbling. We laughed after that short exchange, basically hanging out with each other while she used a still-squirming Derrick as a cushion.


The match eventually ended. I won with 3 kills after one of the most focused games of hide-&-seek of my life. Cecilia laid her controller on her lap before turning to me. I smiled at her annoyed face.

“That was mind-numbing.” She growled, glaring into my eyes. Her frown then shifted into a slight grin.
“You win. Now, Derrick gets to make a dare.~”

Her words made my stomach sink. She was right, and she stood up afterward. Derrick inhaled the fresh air after his mother stood up, then he immediately started dry-heaving. He had red eyes, and his face was flushed.

“Ugh- *hrk*” Derrick gagged as he refreshed his lungs. Somehow, the clean air must’ve reminded him of how stinky his mom’s farts are. He gasped as he tried to compose himself.

“Sweetie?” Cecilia innocently coddled down to him. “Are you okay?”

“Ugh-... w-what?” Derrick asked. “A-Am I o-okay? N-No!”

“Oh… Well, do you wanna recollect yourself before you make your dare?” She asked, then leered at me for a moment before turning back to her son.
“I’ll give you some time to think about it. Your friend here plays like a little bitch, so make it snappy.”

“O-Oh, I have a *hrk*-... I have a dare..” He looked up at me with bloodshot eyes, then began to stand himself up. I felt on-edge as both of them looked at me with an eager callousness.
“I… dare you… to give her a tongue-bath.”


Both me & Cecilia turned to him. He had a twisted expression, both that of craze & pride. His wording made me cringe.

“... A tongue bath, baby?” Cecilia asked. “Like… an actual tongue-bath? You’re serious?”

“Mom, that was Hell what I just went through.” Derrick attempted to reason with her. “And I learned that you stink. I want this fucking bozo over here to clean it, since he wants me to experience it so bad..”

“... Fair…” Cecilia answered, blushing slightly. She then turned back to me; my expression made her smirk.
“... Okay.~”

I couldn’t believe it. Cecilia agreed with Derrick on this flagrant dare, and she looked down at me with an eager glare.

“Where should I be tongue-bathed, sweetie?”

“Wherever you feel he’ll gag the most.” Derrick vaguely threatened as he glared at me. “Feet, armpits, ass, belly-button, wherever the fuck. I’ll let him decide if he wants to make another dare after he’s done.”


Cecilia turned to me with a shocked look. “You really peeved him.” She said. I had to agree.

Derrick sat back down and pulled his phone out again, wiping tears out of his eyes as he began scrolling. Meanwhile, his mother had an expecting smirk.

“Alright, I guess we can start.” Cecilia hummed, then began pulling her red sweater off, revealing a sports-bra that displayed her pudgy belly. Seeing her midriff made me blush; that was arguably my favorite part of her, outside of her personality.
“Belly-button or pits? Hmm… My pits.~”

Cecilia then raised one of her arms up. Her armpit was shaven, and the discolored skin glistened from the sweat it had culminated. I knew it would taste bad, but this was yet another fantasy for me.

“Get in there.” She repeated her words from earlier, exciting me. “And don’t even think about pulling away until I’m squeaky clean.”

“O-Okay..” I answered, trying to stifle my urge to pitch a tent as I approached her. I couldn’t even pretend to hate it; I eyeballed her armpit before inevitably leaning in with my tongue out, pressing it against her musky pit.

“Mph- heheh- hey!” She giggled as I took a greedy lick of her armpit. The salty, acidic taste made me cringe slightly, but it tasted like how I’d imagined it; and I loved it.
“Pff-hahaha!”

Cecilia giggled as I lapped her sweaty pit. I actually gagged from the taste at one point, but I stayed focused as I cleaned her acrid flesh with my tongue.

She eventually stopped giggling, but I looked up to see her smirking at me. I already knew she was an egregiously deviant woman, but that look cemented something; she was into this. It was surreal; this was just a fantasy for me. But not only was I living it, but she was on board. She had to be.

“I think it’s nice & clean now.” She responded, putting her arm down. “Try not to get sick.”

“U-Urgh..” I badly faked my disgust. To be fair, I wasn’t exactly in love with the taste, but I could do it forever anyway. Thankfully, she raised her other arm.

“Now my other one.” She said in an expecting, stern tone, almost as if she were royalty. Her authoritative vibe matched perfectly with her general slobbishness. I just wanted to worship her forever.

I did the same thing with her second armpit, dragging my tongue up & down the swampy flesh & fighting the urge to cough in disgust from every lick. I tried to lower suspicion by dry-heaving, making her laugh as I pulled away. But sadistically, Cecilia grabbed the back of my neck & pulled me back into her armpit.

“I said to keep your ass in there while you lick me clean.~” She purred. That single sentence almost made me harder than metal.
“Don’t you ever pull away from me again.”

“O-Okay..” I answered feebly, making Derrick laugh. He was getting a kick out of my disgust; he had no idea that my toughest battle right now was avoiding getting a hard-on.

It continued for a few more minutes, until Cecilia lowered her arm again. She then sat on the couch next to her son, who was focused on his phone. She pointed at her belly-button, pursing her grinning lips.

I got on my knees and took in the scene. I just had to get a look at her belly before I got to work. The cellulite, globe-like appearance, and pastiness of her untanned skin made me grovel.

“Pussy.” Derrick then murmured. “Get to licking, ass-face.”

“You’re one to talk.” Cecilia chimed in for me, making Derrick scoff before looking back down at his phone. She turned to me with raised eyebrows.
“He’s right though. You’re being a huge pussy. Lick my belly-button clean, now.”

I nodded as I leaned back in, sticking my tongue out as I neared her open belly-button. I shuddered as my lips connected to her skin. Cecilia also shuddered, then she grabbed my hair before squeezing tightly.

I began lapping at her stomach, savoring the surprisingly horrific taste. I actually did hack several times as my saliva degraded the pungent sweat within it.

I looked up at Cecilia as I tongue-fucked her navel. She was still blushing. She couldn’t see it, but I was grinning.


After several admittedly difficult minutes to stomach, she pulled my hair & drug me away from her stomach. I had to force a frown as I gasped for air.

“My belly-button has never felt cleaner.” She said, then crossed her legs. One of her bare feet sat in front of my face.
“Now, get that tongue between my toes. I haven’t washed my feet in a while.”

I wasn’t a foot-guy, but GOD, what I wouldn’t do for Cecilia. I nodded tiredly as I leaned into her foot, sliding my exhausted tongue between her toes. The new flavor made me cringe for a second, then a gag left my mouth. It was surprisingly bad for a woman who was bare-foot for most of the time.

“Hehehe~” She playfully giggled. Her laugh was infectious. “My feet are so stinky, aren’t they?”

“Y-Yeah, honestly..” I responded before continuing. Each lick was difficult, but I powered through it to fulfill my dare, among other things.


Derrick stayed affixed to his phone as I casually worshipped his mother next to him. Me & Cecilia made eye-contact often in the meantime. We both knew that we were both enjoying this.

Her second foot couldn’t get cleaner faster. I felt bad as I neared the end of my tongue-bathing session with her, but felt even worse as I knew what was next; her ass. The thought of licking her bare butt did genuinely scare me, but it seemed too good to be true honestly.

“Okay, my feet feel clean.” Cecilia said, uncrossing her legs. She then stood up, dwarfing me as I continued kneeling.
“Now, I am going to make you lick my butt since that’s what Derrick wanted. But…” She then turned to her son.
“Sweetie, you have to understand that I’m not going to let you see that.”

“Thank God..” He responded. “I was actually going to ask if you could take it somewhere else. I think I would throw up again if I witnessed it.”

“Cool, so… can you go for a bit?” She asked him, making him raise an eyebrow.

“... You want me to leave my own room?” He asked.

“Well, you could go to the store & get me some chips & coffee.” She then pitched, putting her hand into her pocket. She then pulled out a wallet, opening it before pulling out some $20 bills.
“Go get yourself something, too.”

“Oh, shit. Well, say less.” He took the money, then walked to his door before turning back.
“Mom, you made me throw up 3 times today. Can you do me a favor & show him how it feels?”

“Hmm… maybe if you give me about… 30 minutes?” She requested with a smile, then grabbed my hair.
“You got it, pumpkin.~”

Derrick nodded before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. Cecilia kept her grip on my hair as the sound of footsteps grew quieter, followed by the front door closing.

I looked up to meet eyes with her. Her blushing grew significantly more red, and she let go of my hair.

“You like this?” She asked in a curious, almost smug tone. “You nasty little fucker. Y’know I used to babysit you, right?”

“I-I can’t help it..” I answered. “Can I be honest?”

“What is it?~” She asked with a smirk.

“I-I know you’re my friend's mother, and you’re like- a family away from my own, technically speaking. But… I-I love worshipping you..”

My response came as smoothly as a bare-foot walk on hot asphalt. Cecilia rolled her eyes as I revealed my desire for her.

“... I-I hope you don’t hate me. That’ll make hanging out with Derrick awkward..”

“Oh no, baby. I could never hate you.~” Her tone made my knees weak, and I was still kneeling on them.
“I’ve been having a blast with you two today. Making Derrick gag & cry on my farts is funny. And sweetie… watching you tongue-fuck my belly-button got me so excited.~”


My stomach dropped as Cecilia purred that out.

“So, are you going to lick my ass, or not?” She then asked, leaning on her side. I hesitated for a second, still afraid of what that would do to me, but I nodded in compliance.

Cecilia smiled as she laid on her belly, making her jean-clad ass shake like jello. I watched it shamelessly as I crawled behind her.

She then unbuckled her jeans before tugging them down, revealing those comic-patterned undergarments again. She pulled the waistband up slightly, making her butt ripple while hiding her butt-crack.

“Lay down.” She instructed. I stood between her legs before angling my body, leaning on the arm-rest as I made my way down to her ass. There was just enough room for my upper-half to fit on the futon, with my chest firmly squeezed by her thighs.
“Now, move my panties to the side.”

I was physically shivering with excitement as I reached up & pinched her panties. The anticipation killed me; my heart was drumming, and I slowly pulled the warm spandex to the side.

After a suspenseful few seconds, I was met with a truly polarizing sight; Cecilia’s bare butthole, discolored a truly dirty dark brown. I noticed a few hairs around it, and my already-flying heart-rate spiked as I watched it wink a couple times. I looked up to see my friend’s mother awaiting my next move.

“Lick.” She then commanded in a stern tone with an uncharacteristic smile. I was still super reluctant, but I gagged on every other part of her body. And now, I was presented with the part that I’ve had literal dreams about. I swallowed my fear before sticking my tongue out & leaning in.

Her ass tasted overwhelming, but I was too covetous to stop. I crammed my tongue deep in her hole, making her moan a bit up above. Hearing that made my breath shaky, and I nuzzled my face in deeper.

Cecilia voiced her pleasure above as I lapped away at her bare hole. It was truly the worst thing I had ever tasted; the earthiness, abuse from her bowels, and sensation of unshaven hairs on my tongue made me pull away to gag multiple times. But I kept her cheeks separated and got back in there to lick her asshole.

Even though I hated the smell of it, I HAD to indulge myself. I pressed my nose against it before taking the hardest, most shameless whiff of my life.

Sssssssssnnnnnnnnfff

Then another.

Ssssnnnnfffffffffffffff


Then I went back to licking. Cecilia laughed above before shaking her hips, allowing me to have my fun with her body.


It continued for several more minutes, and felt like the best eternity of my life. I looked up to see Cecilia playing with her breasts under her bra. Her eyes were closed as she indulged herself as well.

We were both indulging each other; pleasuring each other. This was taboo at its core, but we didn’t care.

“D-Did I say to stop?” She acknowledged my break. “You don’t g-get to stop. Keep sniffing my b-butthole-”

I did as instructed, and pressed my nostrils flat against her bare hole again.


Sssnfffffff-



Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff…



Amidst one of my deeper sniffs, I was unpleasantly surprised by a burning-hot, dense bout of gas that seeped entirely up my nose. I didn’t pull away for the few seconds it continued, and even inhaled a majority of it without realizing.

I gagged again. But this time, I had to pull away completely. I stood up straight and covered my nose before dry-heaving.

Cecilia watched with glee after bombing me with, potentially, her worst fart. It was so bad that I felt the contents of my stomach rise, and I unwillingly vomited on the floor.

And even after that, the stench lingered powerfully. Every time I took a breath, it was like my brain was reminded of how utterly horrific that fart was.

Even after clearing my stomach, I threw up for a second time immediately after.


The scene went from one of pure rapture to me experiencing the worst sensation I had ever endured. I looked down at the puddle of my puke on the ground as I continued coughing. Meanwhile, Cecilia laughed. Hard. She was still experiencing that pleasure that I had lost.

Her cackling genuinely made me feel warm inside, and I couldn’t help but smirk as I continued to hack. Her fart was truly so overbearing, and it made me respect Derrick for surviving being Cecilia’s cushion.


I seemingly didn’t realize how much time had passed, nor was I aware of what was happening outside. The bedroom door swung open, and Derrick stood there with 2 plastic bags.

“... What..” He hummed as he looked down at the monumental stain on his carpet.

“Yayyy!~ You got my snacks!~” Cecilia cheered as she pulled her pants back up, then stood up from the futon. Derrick looked numb as he took in the mess from Hell in front of him.
“Gimme!”

Her son idly handed her one of the bags, then looked up at me. I had tears in my eyes as I looked back at him.

“... How does it… feel, man…?” He wasn’t happy, yet he couldn’t even be mad. This is what he wanted, and all my friend could do was accept it.
“... Are you okay?”

I shook my head back at him, still trying to recollect my breath. He only nodded before looking back down at the floor.

Cecilia put her sweater back on before stepping over the pile. Me & my friend looked at it for a while as she left us alone.

Even after her door closed, we stood there and watched the mess I had made as if it would move.


“... Derrick?” I asked, breaking the silence. “... Your mom is banned from the Dare War.”

“... Agreed.” He responded. “... I think there’s some sawdust in the garage.”