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Smoke-Free Home
May 18th, 2015 I sparked a joint as I laid in my bed. This wasn’t a new thing for me; I’ve been smoking for years, and the mood was right for one today. The only thing I had to worry about was my mom. Well, stepmother. Cindy basically became my mom when my Dad got arrested a few years ago; odd, given she was only 6 years older than me, but that was apparently more than old enough for her to be an uptight bitch. Cindy isn’t exactly difficult to deal with since her job taxes her time at the house, but I’m not new to her getting on my case for smoking. She hated it, being a gym-nut supermodel. Apparently, if word got out that her sonly-figure was a stoner, it could ruin her image. At least, that’s what she thought. But I’m an adult, and I can smoke if I please. She’s just some bimbo with a big ass; that’s what she gets paid for. This wasn’t even her house, anyway. It was my dad’s, and it’s not his fault that he got a DUI. How else was he supposed to get home? And my dad didn’t mind that I did my thing in his house; I was going to inherit it, anyway. I relaxed and played GTA as I toked it up, setting my joint in a discarded peanut butter container lid. *Knock knock* Suddenly, my bedroom door was getting knocked on. I froze up as I realized I wasn’t alone. In a high stupor, I got out of bed & answered it. I wasn’t sure why I was surprised, but Cindy stood on the other side, wearing a black pair of leggings & Sports bra. Her blonde hair was put up in a ponytail. She looked down at my smiling face; she knew I was anticipating her bickering. “Like- are you serious?” She asked in her usual annoyed tone. “What did I tell you about smoking in my house?” “It’s my dad’s house” I responded, making her scowl. “Besides, I don’t know why it’s such a big deal.” “Because I said it is.” She bitterly replied, fanning her face. “God- you stink. Gimme your weed, now. I’m flushing it.” “What?” I then stumbled back as she pushed me aside. She then walked toward my bed-side table; that drawer had my stash. “No- get away!” Cindy opened the drawer and pulled the bag out. I spent a hefty sum on it, so seeing her pocket it in her skimpy leggings annoyed me. “Give me my fucking weed.” I growled, blocking the door. Cindy rolled her eyes & huffed before walking toward me. At that moment, I reached for my dimebag tucked in her waistband. I managed to grab it, but Cindy grabbed my arms in return. “Hands off, mister.” She pushed me back. I had enough. Even after that, I reached for it again, this time putting her in an awkward bear-hug. It seemed my effort was in vain; I was on my back before I could even process it, and Cindy had my wrists pinned to the floor. I laid on the floor in a dizzy fatigue as my stepmother then sat on my stomach, making me grunt as she knocked the air out of my lungs. “Mph- there.” She said with a smug grin. “How’s that?” “G-Get off, fat-ass-” I called her a word she had grown to detest for some reason. And rightfully, I looked up to see her leering at me. “Fat-ass?” She hissed, then bounced up. She had a big enough butt for the impact to crush my entire chest, making me wheeze again. Amidst my struggling, I felt her weight shifting toward my face. I squirmed helplessly, still too high to fight her. Then, out of basically nowhere, I felt a soft mass envelop my face. My eyes went wide as I felt my face sink into the soft fabric of her leggings. There was a thigh on either side of my face, with Cindy looking down at me between her legs. Pbrrrbrrrrrrrrrrrrpt! My entire body jolted as a strong, meaty stench flooded my nostril.s My step-mom just farted in my fucking face, and it smelled like shit. All I could do was tiredly kick my legs as she kept a grip on my wrists. Pprrrrr.. Bwooort “Mph~” Cindy moaned as she farted in my face. I gagged from the stench; it reeked of the protein powder & vegetables that made up her diet. “Sniff my farts. I’m not getting up until this fat-ass is all out of gas.” “M-Mph-” I panicked after hearing that. I literally couldn’t get her ass off of my face, and the thought of smelling more farts horrified me. I knew I would puke eventually. Prbrrbrrrrbrrrrrrr Another bubbly emission lit up my nose, making me cough again. Her gas could kill, and she was just casually torturing me with it. “Hehe- your weed is still tucked away in my pants.” She commented, shaking her hips. The motion dragged my face side-to-side. “This is why we don’t smoke; it turns you into a weak little loser.~” Pbbbbrbrrrrrrrrt Her stomach had to be bloated today; there’s no way she was still putting out these rank-ass farts. Bwooooooooorphhh… Cindy moaned after pushing out a long, airy fart. My struggling didn’t fade, either; every fart made me struggle. I could see why she was so shy about farting in front of me before now. Bpprrrpt Rrrrbt The torture continued for several agonizing minutes. Everytime I struggled, she would just tighten her grip. She wanted my face in her ass, so I had to give in. “Giving up already?” She asked, shaking her hips again. “Okay, but don’t think I’m going to stop farting.” “Mmph..” I groaned as my stepmother giggled above. Even in a room with just the two of us, I felt humiliated that she bested me in this fashion. Grrrrrrmpt “Ooh-” Cindy’s cheeks firmed up a bit after that last one. “I might be out of gas. I almost let go just then..” Yes, finally! I wasn’t sure when this was going to end. That last fart was putrid as well, like it had seeped from the bottom of her colon. The smell of pure shit festered my face for a bit, but I sighed a breath of relief, knowing it was all going to end. … it didn’t end though. Pffff… A silent fart then slid into my nose. It smelled worse than the last one, and made me tense up before breaking out in a fit of coughs. “Sniff it.” Cindy then commanded, bouncing her ass on my face. I tried to shake my head. “Sniff it & I’ll get up.” “Mph-” I wanted to gag again, but her offer was too tempting. I needed to get my face far away from her ass. “*Ssnfff*” I took an audible breath through my nose, sucking the leftover SBD she had just pushed out. I coughed again from the dry, overbearing stench. “Keep going.” Cindy said, then pulled her phone out of her bosom. I watched the screen light up above me. “I wanna record you sniffing my butt, since you want to be such a brat over some weed.” “Nnmph-” I couldn’t bring myself to accept that, but she only shook her hips above me. “The camera’s already rolling.” She hissed. “I’ll show this video to all your friends if you don’t.” I’m already a third wheel at best; this would ruin me. I whimpered before taking another breath. “*Snnnf-*” - Brrrrrrrrrrrrbbpt Just then, Cindy farted again. It was wetter than the ones before, and my eyes clenched shut as another smell of shit flooded my nostrils. My coughing led to a full break-down. Her farts stink too bad; I cried as my maternal figure smothered me with her evil ass. “Okay, now do it again.” She cruelly commanded with a smile. “I think I have another fart for you before I have to go take a shit, and I wanna hear you huffing down there.” I was already crying; what more did she want? But again, I wanted her ass off of my face, and I never wanted to be down here again. “*Ssnnnnnfffffffffff*” I took as deep of a breath as I could, before breaking out in a dry-heaving fit. Her ass was so fucking disgusting. “Good boy!~” Cindy shook her hips as she recorded my disgusted face between her legs. I could barely see my own reflection through my tears. “How about one more fart for sniffing mommy’s ass so good?~” “N-NMMPH!” I denied, but Cindy was dead-set on torturing me. She hummed above, whining condescendingly for the camera. Prrrrrnt! Brrrtp “Ahhh~” Cindy shook her hips again after giving me another rotten fart to smell. I coughed into her ass again. At long last, her giant ass lifted off of my face. I gasped for air before turning onto my side. Cindy stood above me, then lowered the camera down further. I looked into the lens with teary eyes as I tried to sit up. “Weren’t those farts yummy?” She asked. I then felt a pressure on my side; I looked down to see her gym-shoe clad foot pressing onto my stomach. My stepmother then stepped down, making me fall back onto my side. “... Okay, I stopped the video.” Cindy hummed in a more casual tone. “Now, if you ever act up again, I’ll show your friends that video. In fact- if you don’t do what I tell you to, like chores or whatever it may be, I’ll do that. Got it?” “Y-Yes ma’am..” I was too scared to even try talking at her level. “I don’t care if you smoke, but you are not doing it on this property. Is that understood?” “Yes ma’am..” I repeated. She nodded before putting her phone back in her bosom, then left my room. I felt like shit. Half an hour of my stepmom farting in my face left me a coughing mess. I looked over at the garbage can in my corner, and moved toward it. Even if it was over, I still felt sick to my stomach. I dunked my head in the bin & began to gag before ultimately throwing up, and I didn’t stop until I felt too tired to even hold myself up. That event was traumatic. … May 19th, 2015 … I sat in my room, totally idle to avoid going outside. I looked down at the garbage can, remembering what Cindy had done to me yesterday. My stomach grumbled; I hadn’t eaten anything after clearing my stomach. I groaned as I pondered leaving to get some chips from the pantry, fearing encountering my stepmother. She was downstairs, already done with her shoot for that day. I swallowed my fear though, and got up. As I walked downstairs, I could hear the TV already on. The living room looked clean, and Cindy was laying on the couch. She was wearing a pair of pink leggings & a black sports bra, and her hair was messily draping over her back & shoulders. Her laying on her belly gave me a view that made my heart skip a beat; her butt. She looked over my shoulder, as if she sensed me coming. “There’s tacos on the stove. Can you do the dishes though?” “Why do I have to?” I asked instinctively, but immediately regretted it as my stepmother smirked at me. She raised her phone up to her face, silently reminding me why I had to. “S-Sorry, instinct..” “That’s what I thought.” Cindy hummed with a smirk, then turned back to her phone. My own stepmother had blackmail material on me, and I groaned to myself as I walked toward the kitchen. The stove had a tray sitting on it with 3 tacos. That was heaven in my eyes, but next to that was a sink absolutely filled with dishes. Like- too many. The sink was empty yesterday, but now there were skillets piled up in it. “Hey, what the fuck did you do in here?” I asked from the kitchen, then looked outside. Cindy’s face formed a smile after hearing me. “Did you just make tacos? Because why is there so much shit in here?” “I don’t like your tone.” She duly replied, looking up from her phone at me. “Just do the dishes, please.” I wanted to talk back, but my reputation was still at risk. Cindy only smiled at me as I turned back around, and began washing the mountain of dishes. It took a while until the dishwasher was loaded, but some of the skillets had food burnt into them, so I had to scrub them. If anything about Cindy amazed me, it was how she couldn’t cook something without fucking up a pot or pan. I finished though, and looked at the now-cold tacos on the stove. My stomach was still empty, so I anticipated destroying one immediately. I popped the final bite into my mouth as I walked out of the kitchen, holding my final two on a plate. I was eager to start up GTA again as I ate them. But then, Cindy spoke: “Hey.” She began, looking up at me. “I didn’t like your tone earlier, so I think you should make it up to me.” “What?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. “Ugh- f-fine, what is it?” “Remember what we did yesterday?” She asked with a smile. “You’ve been better after I farted in your face. I wanna do that again.” “... A-Are you serious?” My heart dropped as my stepmother nodded back. I wanted to cry as I looked back at her butt; she slowly shook her hips, as if luring me into another hellish torture session. “... I-I can’t..” “Aww, why?” She asked. “Are they too stinky?~” “Y-Yes!” I answered. “Please, anything but that!” “Hmm… no.” Cindy answered in a bubbly tone. “Now, get behind me & stick your nose in my butt.” She shook her phone with her hand again, adding onto the lure. I felt like dropping my tacos & just running for the door. But for all I knew, she would just get up & catch me with her more athletic build. I huffed a bit before walking over to her. As I stood at her side, she reared her hand back. “Give me your plate.” She demanded, taking it from me. “Okay, now kneel on the couch behind me, and get close. I want you to sniff my farts as soon as they come out.” It was one thing when I couldn’t fight her off, but willingly sniffing her farts seemed impossible. But I wasn’t in the position to argue. As I knelt behind her, I noticed her phone peaking over her head. Among her eyes & forehead in the reflection, I saw myself. She was recording again. “C’mon, you know the deal.” She commanded, bouncing her hips a bit. Her butt wobbled like jello. I felt gross as I leaned in & pressed my face against her backside. She hummed above as my nose sunk between her cheeks. I once again wanted to run, but… it was just one punishment for my remarks. I should be free after this. PrrrrRrrrrRRRRrrrrrrrrrt I tensed up as she lit my nose up with a fart. It smelled different from the ones yesterday, reeking of digested spices & beans that she had put on the tacos. I desperately fought the urge to pull away, but hesitated to sniff it. I didn’t even inhale, yet the smell burned into my nose. “Sniff it.” She demanded. I stifled a gag as I followed orders. “*Sssnnnff-*” “Okay, we can do better than that.” Cindy evilly commented, shaking her hips & dragging my face from side-to-side. “I have to fart again. And I want you to take a deeper breath.” Her threat scared me. I was already struggling. Brrbrrrbrrrrrrbrrrrrrbrrrrbrrbrrrrrrrbrrrrrpt! “*Sssnfff-*” “O-ho- oh my god-” Cindy laughed after pushing a long, airy fart out. And fearing a do-over, I took a deep sniff. But I couldn’t take it. No part of me could bear sniffing my stepmother’s farts straight from her ass, and I was seriously about to vomit again. I pulled away & dry-heaved, covering my damaged nose while Cindy recorded me. She laughed as I stepped away from the couch, trying to hack the indigestion out of my lungs. “Aww, was that too bad?~” She asked over her shoulder. I was still gripping my nose; it was so bad, and I just wanted to stop. “Awwww~ poor baby. Can’t even smell one of my farts. Now, do you think I deserve an apology for that back-talking you did earlier?” “S-Sorry-” I said behind my hand. Cindy sat her phone down as I wiped tears out of my eyes. That was Hell, and I feared her now more than ever. “Okay, come get your taco & go back upstairs.” She instructed, handing me a plate with one taco missing. “I ate one. I hope you don’t mind.” “... I-It’s fine..” I tried to be as inoffensive as possible, and took my plate before walking back toward the stairs. She was turning me into a slave, and even if going against her was becoming rarer from her regime, I couldn’t take it anymore. Her fart-torture could kill. Something had to change. … … I stayed out of sight as Cindy put the clean dishes up. I wanted to avoid detection as much as I could, and I thankfully convinced her that I was at my friend's house. I peered at her from outside the kitchen, and noticed she sat her phone down on the table. As she continued putting the dishes away, I reached in & took it before bolting back out. For a guy who lacked the fitness of a ninja, I impressed myself with my own stealth. And thankfully, the screen was already open. Her phone was unlocked. I opened her gallery, and among a list of selfies she had taken, a folder titled ‘Punishment’ was listed. I opened it, and low-&-behold, the two videos of me were displayed. I slid into the laundry room. Her social media accounts were already logged in, and a grin formed on my face as I opened them and posted the videos. A weight fell off my shoulders as I spread the videos on all her platforms. When my work was done, I sat the phone on the drier & left the laundry room. She was still in the kitchen, and I snuck back upstairs. May 20th, 2015 That following morning was eventful. I walked back downstairs to the sound of frantic footsteps. I was already smiling. As I reached the bottom step, I saw my stepmother pacing around the living room. Her eyes were wide. She then saw me, and her gaze turned to that of pure disdain. “You… little SHIT!” She growled, then stormed toward me. I kept my shit-eating grin. “Do you have ANY idea what you did?! N-Nobody wants to hire me!” “Good.” I felt too proud to not be smug about it. “And all I did was reveal myself as a little loser that smokes weed. Have fun getting kicked out, fat-ass.” … Even I knew I was overstepping a line. Cindy looked like a bull as she stormed toward me, then grabbed my shoulders before pushing me down. I tried to stumble back onto my feet, but she stepped on my chest & practically stomped me into the floor. I lost all the air in my lungs. “I-I’ve tried being NICE to you, and I tried being ASSERTIVE. But you just HAVE to be a rotten little shit!” She huffed as she pinned me to the floor. I tried to fight her off, but it was already proven that it would be fruitless. “Oh no- keep your ass DOWN.” Cindy then went from standing to sitting mid-air, and her butt came crashing down on my chest again. My eyes rolled back from the crushing sensation on my ribcage, and I was too stunned to move. Cindy then turned around, reverse-straddling my heaving body before sliding back. I could barely react before her ass barrelled toward my face. My stepmother sat on my face again, making me groan & try to throw her off, but she only grabbed my wrists & sat down harder. My face was squashed by her ass, and she smothered me harder than the first night. I screamed as my nose was crushed by her weight. “That’s right, you little prick. SMELL MY FUCKING ASS.” She grinded her hips on my face, rubbing the skin off my nose with her spandex. For such a soft fabric, it felt like Hell. “DON’T YOU EVER FORGET THE SMELL OF MY ASSHOLE. I HOPE YOU DIE THINKING ABOUT IT.” “Mmph- Mmmph!” I pleaded for mercy as she smothered me, but I was clearly out of my element. Even if I won, I fucked up. “Oh? What’s that? You hate my farts so much that you wanna ruin my life?” She added through gritted teeth. “Oh, well tough shit! Here- have some more!” I thrashed after hearing her threat. Pffffffffffffffffrrrrrpt… An SBD turned into an airy burst, seeping entirely up my nose as Cindy sat down harder. My nose was perfectly aligned with her hole, and I screamed as the food from last night made its way into my lungs. SssssrrrRRRBT “MMMMPH!” I pleaded again, thrashing harder. But Cindy was furious. “SHUT UP.” She screamed, driving her hips down onto my face even harder. It felt like my nose would break from the pressure. “JUST SHUT UP AND SMELL MY FUCKING FARTS, BITCH.” RrrrRRPT Brrrrrbbpt Prrrooorpt Pffffft… It continued for a while longer before Cindy stood up. I was left in a heaving mess, coughing on the ground & being unable to even prop myself up. “... You seriously just fucked up.” Cindy then growled, stepping away from me. “Because of you, I can’t pay the bills around here. Which means your daddy is going to come home without a house. All because you were too proud to let your mother punish you? Whatever.” Cindy walked toward the stairs as I took all that in, then she turned around. “I’m going to pack. Enjoy your last few weeks here.” |
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