u/Heavy-Grocery3266

Hi again. People had been asking for more stories on my fetish development and now I guess I’ll share a couple things me and my mom used to do, keep in mind this being when I was still that little brat and she was peak size for it, (5’2ft, 150kg, approx 320lbs, cellulite ass, swampy crack, etc)
For starters I’d like to say, after I dug my face under her and she farted on my face, I guess that was kind of the boost she needed to humour this weird phase she thought I was going through. Deciding the only way to straighten me out was get more rough, hoping I’d start hating it, she’d tend to do these two tactics often and at random times as well.

One of her favourite things to do was to randomly grab my head and force my face into her ass, rip a beefy fart and just hold me there. For starters I’d never get time to prepare and it was always point blank, and honestly, just made me love her farting ass so much more. She would always hold me there in hopes for some form of resistance, though only always got back deeper nuzzling and a clingy boy wanting more. She’d also only do this when she was in leggings or her other pants, as she never wanted to risk it in a dress or pyjamas and my face goes up her sweaty ass crack, wanting to keep some level of normalcy between us.

Another thing she used to do is with her close friends and certain aunties, she’d always blabber on about my ass fixation, constantly joking about it with a select few in hopes of embarrassing me into giving up the fetish, or thinking it was wrong.
Though she kind of realised it wasn’t working and just gave up trying, just getting more comfortable about farting on my face and waiting for me to possibly move on from the phase later on. Obviously that didn’t happen as I’m posting on a fart subreddit on how I developed my fetish, and I will say that my moms constant nose burners were definitely the biggest contributor into my love for not only fat asses, milfs, and also farts!

For the longest time I can remember, I had always been intrigued with butts. And for the longest time I remember my mom being a big contributor to that fixation. She was huge, 5’2ft but weighing 150kg, approx 310-320lbs, and most of that weight went to her hips and ass. She also mostly always wore leggings, they had more give, easier for her to fit, and god the cellulite on her ass would pop depending on the pair.

I have many stories with her due to living mostly with her, and she was a single parent. But basically, this is how my fart fetish started. Was a normal day, can’t remember as it was a while ago. I was a weird little shit, always annoying her left, right and centre and that night was no different. So she was sat on the couch, watching the news, and I was beside her, wrestling her. I was tiny compared to her, so I wouldn’t have had much of a chance moving her at all.
In all my limited wisdom, I then decided “fuck it” and started burrowing my head under her ass. This being when I was a snotty brat, and able to get away with more for being cute and annoying. Mom didn’t expect me to go that far, until she was sat on my face, and being her size as I explained above, it’s a struggle to move about at all once she’s comfortable. Of course she barked at me to move out from under her, but I didn’t, just kept going till my face was right up in her crack, and that’s when it happened…
She farted, right on my face, and laughed heartily, not worried about moving, in fact I think she settled down to trap the stench, and honestly, I remember coughing and eyes watering, but I was also incredibly intrigued and started sniffing more. We stayed like that during the news and she occasionally farted on my face, but mostly just sitting on me, which was awesome enough as it is. This memory kinda being what cemented my fixation for ass and farts, so yeah.. thanks mom…