My mom wss the start of it all
So to preface this with all the usual malarkey; I've been a lurker for a while this is a throwaway account, no I won't share pictures of my mom so don't bother asking that, and no this is not incestuous she was just the catalyst to my fetish. All the usual sticking points addressed up front, on to the events themselves.
When I was but a younger man I had a pretty great relationship with my mom. I mean I still do but I have my own place and so we just spend less time around each other. Growing up my mom was a proud and confident woman. She's quite successful, she does all sorts of computer shit for businesses, stuff I'm sure would be extremely interesting if I understood a word of it.
Point is that despite both her and my dad working she could work from home and afford time off so I spent a lot of time with her growing up. Around the house her favourite clothes were baggy pyjama shirts and leggings or other comfortable, breathable clothes. She basically did everything in her power to not look or act like the respected and esteemed business lady that she is. Which brings me on to the actual story.
As said before my mom is a proud kinda gal. Very little shame. And one thing she's always been proud of, shocker, is her farts. I dunno what she's like when she's in the office but at home I can attest she'll let out obnoxiously loud and bassy farts without a care and has done for most of my entire life. She likes to do it while pulling faces, audibly grunting, the ol' "pull my ginger" stance... the works. But by far her favourite trick was weaponising them.
The usual affair usually came about early in the morning. I'd get up and I'm not exactly quick to wake up despite being an early bird. She'd find me, slumped over the couch half asleep and walk passed me, making sure to swing her hip a little and rip a bubbly fart as she walked passed. Usually she'd make some comment about me having a skid mark across my face. I would groan, complain and hold my nose and she'd practically piss herself laughing. Sometimes I'd be crouched down for something and the same trick would follow.
I can't say for certain what it was that started it, but over time my instincts to hold my nose began to shift into taking subtle sniffs of the air instead. My mom's diet is quite meaty so her farts were too. She's a little on the chubbier side so they were never quiet or small farts either.
One of the best times she ever got me was a prank she pulled. I was helping her with chores around the house when we were carrying some small bags up the stairs. I was behind her at the time. As we were walking she called behind her and told me to watch out for pins or nails that might have fallen from the bags or boxes and were on the stairs. My eyes pointed down and I stopped watching where I was going. She took advantage of the moment; put one of her bags on the step, crouched down a litttle and got ready.
My face bumped into her ass, my nose sliding right between her cheeks. Her ass is wide and soft so it felt like going face first into a cushion. Before I could react, blush, or even pull my head back she reached back, held me and ripped a thick and warm stinker right in my face and doubled over laughing. She let go of me and I'd like to say I struggled and kicked back. But, a) I was on the stairs and didn't want "being face farted and cracking my skull as I fell downstairs" to be the way I went out. And b)... I didn't hate it. I wanted to but it instead got me feeling a kinda way I knew it shouldn't. Thankfully I knew my usual routine. Moan and groan and acted like I hated it. But ultimately I kinda savoured the lingering smell in my nostrils. And when I was alone I realised what the feeling really was.
My mom has gotten me plenty of times over the years, still gets me to this day if ever the opportunity presents itself. I'll be happy to share more here or even in DMs for anyone who asks nice enough.
Hope you all enjoyed the story!