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Hi y'all! BigBootySisAmy and BigBootyMommyMaddie here!!

We have been crazy busy and unfortunately that means that once again our separate subreddit r/QueenFamilyFemdom got shut down for inactivity 😭 

For that reason we will probably start posting more content on Deviantart instead. For those who don't know, I have been making my loser little brother run my old DA account to look for grossdom kink content for me and Mom to read. 

But that page can be put to better use as a home for all of our stories that (hopefully) won't get taken down. And, as a bonus, an entirely new community of people will get to learn exactly how I turned my little bro into the family fart rag.

We will still post new stuff occasionally on reddit through my profile and related subs like r/GrossdomAcademy but both Mom and I have too much going on to commit to posting that often. Maybe we will change our mind later but for now that's how it's gonna be.

This post was originally supposed to come out on our sub in November right after Halloween but time obviously got away from us. Even though spooky season is long gone, we still wanted to share how we spent October 31st with my booty slave little brother, Sam.

This is also the origin story for the song up top! That background video is footage of Mom's ass my little brother recorded while she twerked on his face. 

Since redgifs only allows 60 seconds, If you want to watch the full lyric video, Mom is making Sam post it on Deviantart. If you just want to listen to the song it will also be up on our soundgasm page!

Here are the links!

Deviantart- Full Lyric Video

Soundgasm- Song Only

Hope you enjoy the story behind it! 😘

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All throughout October, Mom and I were busy planning for her dance studio's Halloween party. Also known as the “Boo-ty Bash”. (Mom’s pun obsession is unstoppable lol)

Every year on Halloween, Mom turns the studio into a dance hall and uses the stage to host live lap dance, pole dance, and twerk performances with some of her best students. Always fitted out in the sexiest Halloween costumes money can buy. 

As you can imagine, my reluctant butt slave little brother has always absolutely hated going. When we were growing up he would never get to go trick-or-treating and would instead always be stuck at this party. 

And to make matters worse, Mom would often get tipsy enough to make some comment she thought was a compliment like, “I have such a sweet boy. He'd rather spend the night with Mama's big booty!!”

Two years ago was especially traumatizing for the butt munch. He dropped his phone on the dance floor and stupidly tried to pick it up while it was crowded with a bunch of drunk, dancing girls. The little wimp spent 30 minutes drowning in a sea of sweaty asses, twerking and clapping like he wasn't even there.

When he finally was able to squeeze his way to the edge of the dancefloor he collapsed right in front of me and Mom’s asses. When the loser finally looked up and saw our butts he let out this pathetic little frightened yelp. It was legit so hot! 🥵

For this year, we all knew the party was going to be different. My posts have brought a lot of attention to Mom’s studio and with Sam publicly known as our official tongue slave we expected a lot bigger crowd this year. And sure enough over 300 people RSVPd! That's more than double what we’ve had in any previous year!!

With that in mind, Mom said she wanted to do something extra special! I’ll let her explain what happened in her first ever post!

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Hi darlings, Mama Maddie here! Long time facesitter, first time poster 😘 lol

So I had two problems on my mind as I was prepping for this event.

First, I was going to announce that the studio would be offering a new type of dance class!

Ever since Amy posted those choreo breakdowns from her slumber party, my students have been begging me to teach a class on how to twerk on a submissive partner's face. Some new students, after having read those posts, even showed up assuming that I had been teaching classes like that already.

I felt downright awful when one girl around my daughter’s age told me she was disappointed because her boyfriend had cheated on her and she wanted to learn my “My Humps” routine to “humiliate him into submission just like I did to my son”

So since there was plenty of demand for it…

Introducing: Twerkship Classes!

Unlike a lap dance routine where the partner just sits there, Twerkship routines are all about both partners getting involved. There are variations using belts, chairs, or even leashes, but the core of any good Twerkship routine is rhythmic body worship by the subby dance partner.

And of course, for all these classes, Sammy will serve as my dance partner for demonstration purposes.

While it has been great having my son work as the fart sniffing photographer for the studio, having him crawl around on his knees below me while NOT worshiping my ass always made me feel a bit… pent up 🥵

That usually meant that as soon as we got home from the studio I’d drag him to my bedroom, ram his tongue up my sweaty ass crack, and ride it till I was satisfied. Because of that, my daughter complained that I wasn’t fairly sharing the family booty boy on nights like that.

Now with the Twerkship classes I can at least get some of that sexual tension out before we get home. That way my baby boy can spend just as much time tongue fucking his big sister’s asshole as he does mine. It's only fair. ☺️

Since I was announcing the new classes there, I knew I just had to do a Twerkship routine at the Halloween party.

But that led to problem two. I was worried about the song choices!

As my daughter mentioned, we were expecting a bigger crowd this year. There was even going to be a local news crew reporting on the event.

And since the bash was also a fundraiser I didn't want us to get in trouble for raising money while using someone else's music.

I also was struggling to find something that fit the vibe just right. Something sexy and dominant but also a little spooky. In previous years we'd use songs like Disturbia, Circus, or Candy Shop, but I didn't want to just do a rehash.

That's when it hit me. I could just write a song myself!

As a choreographer I had worked with some female rappers and pop singers in the past and I occasionally helped them write lyrics.

And an event like this seemed like the perfect time to call in a favor. So I reached out to one of my industry contacts, a sound engineer named Stella, to help produce the track.

Stella and I had worked together in the past on a project for the rapper, Khia. When I reached out I was surprised to hear that Stella had been a big fan of my daughter’s reddit posts before I even found out it existed and that she had been dying to talk to me about it. So when I told her about this project she was very eager to help.

Writing the song was especially fun because it was such a great family bonding activity: Me bonding with my daughter and my son's face bonded to my fat ass!

Amy had the brilliant idea to use Sam’s reactions to guide the songwriting process. So we would work on the song while he was licking our feet or serving as a fart cushion and we’d suggest lyrics until he was whimpering or moaning to every line.

The exception to that was the title and hook. I wanted to keep that a surprise for my son, so we could get his genuine reaction during the performance. I got the idea for the title from what Amy already mentioned happened to Sam at the previous Boo-ty Bash.

For at least a month after Sam’s booty drowning experience he would wince whenever he saw a girl with a fat ass. And seeing how he lives with me and his sister, that was every day lol. 

It became a running joke between me and Amy that Sammy had a bad case of booty phobia. Honestly part of why I caught on to my daughter’s tricks during her slumber party was that Sam had only stopped panicking at the sight of our asses a couple of months before that night.

Amy and I settled on Booty Phobia as the title when she made the comment that we have “given him plenty of reasons to be afraid of our asses now.” 🍑😭🍑

In order to keep the chorus and title a surprise I had us practice with just the backing track. This song is a duet with me and my daughter trading verses as we trade my little boy’s face back and forth between our ass cracks! So we needed to get enough reps in to be show ready.

Our butt kisser was reluctant to be a part of the performance so… I may have told him a little fib 😜 I said that if he truly didn't want to be in the show I would have to find him something else to do… like working the women's restroom as a “bathroom attendant” 💩🚽🧻

I know Sammy understood my meaning because he did a total 180 and begged to do the routine.🙏😭

Now don't get me wrong, I am not above turning my son into a public ladies toilet as a punishment if it fits the crime. But in this situation there was no way I was going to let him miss the biggest performance of the year just so random hussies could gang up on him. As the studio’s fart sniffing photographer he is as much a star of the business as me or Amy. 

So I just told him about that alternative so he would be a bit more… enthusiastic about the whole thing. It's times like these that I'm glad I raised such a gullible little fart sucker. 💨😣

Sam also made a comment under his breath during one of our practices about how he was glad that we weren't doing, “My Humps” again. Keep reading and that will become very funny later lol

So after all that build-up y’all are probably wondering how the event actually went.

The Boo-ty Bash was a major success!!!

Everyone who RSVPd showed up and the studio was completely packed.

And when it came time for our performance, the crowd went absolutely wild!!

And I definitely stand by my decision to keep the title and chorus a secret because my son’s reaction was an absolute treat. He actually started crying when he heard it! Way to match the lyrics 😂 His eyes were probably also watering because Amy and I made sure to load up on gassy foods so every clap on his tongue would deliver some extra seasoning 💨👅

Thankfully, despite all his whimpering, Sammy had so much practice that he was still able to sniff, kiss, and lick our butts right on beat. He really made his Mama proud 💕

After the performance, once the crowd finally settled down enough, I announced the Twerkship classes to big applause.

Amy made a QR code that we projected onto the stage for everyone to vote for what song the first class should feature. This is where my son's comment from practice earlier came back to haunt him because “My Humps” won by a landslide 😂

The sign up list for January classes went live on November 1st and it filled up in only a few minutes!

I had to exit the stage very quickly because my tummy started growling so loudly that it was picked up by the microphone. I knew an absolutely massive dump was on its way and, based on how I could feel his panicked whimpers between my cheeks speeding up, Sammy knew it too. Whimpers of excitement I'm sure!

Thankfully because the routine ended with my Son belted tongue deep in my butt I didn't have to wrangle him. I briefly contemplated feeding him right there in front of everyone but decided to reward him for being such a good boy by going to the bathroom instead so he could have some alone time with Mommy 😘

Just before getting off the stage I said into the mic, “Y’all will have to excuse us, my son's dinner is ready!”

I then started moving quickly, my butt boy struggling to keep up as I dragged him face first through the crowd laughing and cheering. We could both tell how urgent it was because, despite my attempts to hold everything in, wet farts were slipping out into his mouth with every step.

I made it to the stall just in time to slam down onto the toilet seat. Within a second his crying was muffled as I packed his mouth with a total monster turd! 

I actually had to unstrap him from my ass to make room because I had more shit for him than his mouth could hold in one go. After letting it pile up on his face I got up to view my handiwork and laughed a little at the sight of my coiled turds covering his mouth and nose.

I decided to tease him a little bit by saying, “ Better hurry up and eat that meal Mister. As the host, I should really be out there mingling. If you take too long I might have to leave you in here. And who knows who will come in after me!”

The fear of being trapped as the communal commode certainly motivated him because he started reluctantly but rapidly gobbling down my crap.

I praised him by stepping on his crotch, rubbing his little dick through his shorts with my foot, and saying, “Look at you being such a good poopy boy for Mommy!”

He eventually forced it all down his throat and after he finished he asked if he could wash his face in the sink.

I said, “No silly! That would be gross. Ladies are going to use these sinks to wash their hands. Besides you know where shit belongs…”

I smiled, pointed right at his brown-stained lips, and, in a cute little sing-song, said, “...in the toilet!”

More tears welled up in his eyes as he said, “Please Mommy! I don't want anyone to see my face like this!”

I started petting his hair and in the sweetest voice I could muster I said, “Oh hunny. Don't worry…”

Before holding the belt around the back of his head once again and laughing at him as I said, “They won't be able to see your face!”

I aggressively re-tightened the belt, reuniting my butt boy's lips with my shithole. The second his mouth made contact he let out the cutest little whimper!! It gave me goosebumps!

As I walked towards the bathroom door with him crawling behind me, desperately trying to keep up, I could feel his tongue flailing helplessly against my still dirty shitter. It was such a turn on that I warned him, “I know you’re dying to clean me up back there young man, as you should, but don’t be too distracting. Mama’s gotta mingle!”

As we came out of the bathroom a bunch of people cheered again and a few people started snapping pics. I stopped to pose for a few but I eventually kept moving as Sam stumbled after me sucking every fart.

At one point I was being questioned by the reporter with the local news crew and she asked if Sam could take his face out of my ass crack so she could ask him a few questions too. 

At the suggestion Sammy shook his head no, probably because he didn't want his poopy face on the evening news. 💩🎥

From the outside though, it looked like he was desperately motorboating my booty. Honestly it felt like it too 🥵

I played into it by saying, “Aw it seems like he doesn't want to come out! I guess he can't stand the idea of spending even a single second with his face out of Mommy's butt!”

Stella also approached us after we met back up with Amy and asked me whether my daughter and I would be interested in making more songs. Amy agreed so fast I was surprised she hadn't asked me to introduce her to one of my producer friends before. 🤣

I spent the rest of the night snacking, chatting, and twerking on the dance floor. All with my son's face nice and snug between my sweaty cheeks. It was such a treat!

Amy, as I expected, was getting a little annoyed that I was hogging him for the whole party, but I promised she would get him all to herself for the rest of the night when we got home. She just had to promise to “reward” him for being so good tonight ✊🦐💦

She must've really taken it to heart because when I woke up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water I could hear Sam pleading for mercy and Amy shouting from her room, “Cum again fart boy! No sleeping till you drain those balls for your gassy princess loser!”

I remember smiling to myself at the time as I went back to bed thinking, “I'm glad my babies are having so much fun” 💕

As for the Twerkship classes, they have been hella successful! They are probably our most popular program. 

Amy had another great idea to give discounts on the classes to women who tag the studio in posts about how they want to get back at the shitty men in their lives. Boyfriends who forget anniversaries, husbands who cheat, etc.

The classes have been so successful that it's part of why it took me forever to finish writing this post. Coming up with new routines every month is a handful for me! And a mouthful for my baby boy 😜

So you might be wondering, if I'm still so busy clapping ass on my son's face, how did I make time to finish writing this?

The answer: Mother's Day!

I originally was planning to teach a special Mommy and Me twerkship class that Sunday but Sammy begged me to take a day off! 

His original explanation was so silly. Something about how embarrassing it would be to spend Mother's Day worshipping my ass in public and looking like some kind of mommy worshipping expert.

I saw through it of course and made him admit the “real reason” he wanted me to take the day off was so he could spend the whole day in my bed pampering my feet, ass, and pussy with his toilet paper tongue. Totally his words… not mine 😅 lol

Anyway, during our Mother's day activities I gave him a little break, by which I mean paused the nonstop grinding and was only gently sitting on his face, and typed up this post!

And as for that Mommy and Me class he was dying to avoid Sammy technically got what he wanted. I didn't host it on Mother's Day… 

I scheduled one for every other weekend in May instead and gave a special discount for anyone who signed up on Mother's Day! Look forward to it tomorrow, Mama's boy!

Amy is working on the flyer advertising the classes so we’ll hopefully be posting that soon. Would love to see some fellow Mommy Dommes attend the classes but first timers are absolutely welcome! I'm sure your boys will have a lot to learn watching my son!

Hope you enjoyed my very first post and I'll turn it back over to my daughter. Or I guess I should say my son’s “Gassy Princess” lol 😘 Love you, hun!
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Okay so… didn't know Mom heard all my horny nonsense until she wrote this 🫣 In my defense that party lasted forever!!

Besides, my little bro knows how feral I get when he neglects my ass for too long 💚🥵 he was scared but it's not like he was surprised lol

Anyway I hope y'all like the song! Sound off in the comments about your favorite lyric. Maybe you could even try to guess me or Mom's favorites.

We already have a few other tracks we are working on, so let us know if you want to hear more like this and we would love to hear from you if you have any ideas for songs!

And as my Mom said I'm working on the flyer for her Mommy and Me class. And if you're reading this little bro don't worry. I'll be sure to select a tasteful pic of you and Mom for the flyer. 😈 One that really gives off “This loser could teach a master class on how to tongue fuck his Mommy's asshole” vibes.

Please consider checking out some of our old posts and as always we love to hear suggestions for how to torment our little butt boy. Or just leaving a comment for my Mom! This is mainly her post so she will be handling the replies.

Until next time!

BigBootySisAmy and BigBootyMommyMaddie