1. Mom`s Toilet


    Date: 10/24/2014, Categories: Anal, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 51, Source: xHamster

    punishment." I nodded, looking down at the ground; ashamed. "It's okay, it won't be as bad as I originally planned. You're just going to spend the night tied to my butt." "No...I..." "What did I say about telling me 'No' sweetie?" "Yes Goddess; okay." "Good. I'm going to lay down;" she said as she stripped down to her panties and a bra. She lied down on the bed. "You get my long belt and bring it to me when you stick your face in my butt." I saunter slowly, defeatedly to the drawer to get the belt and I hand it to her as I ascend her bed and lay my face in her butt crack; already a putrid, shit smell strongly emanating from her hole. She wrapped the belt around her body and over the back of my neck; then tightened it. I felt the rough leather pressing against my neck just tight enough to not hurt. The smell, immediately overwhelming me, I try to recoil my head but there's no where for it to go and it barely moves; just further kicking up the farty, shit air that surrounded mom's butthole. "See sweetie, I don't even need to hold you; you just stay right in my butt." She giggled. I retched and desperately could not help myself from trying to exit my face from her ass but it was no use. PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMBBBB! "Just worry about that fart sweetie; you're not going anywhere tonight." Then, with total cruelty, she started to turn over. "No, no no no no no no," I plead as we turned ninety degrees. Then, we made another ninety until I was laying under my mom's butt; my neck belted ...
    to her thighs to hold me in place. But it didn't really matter, now she was also laying on me. "Mmmm, good night sweetie. We have a busy day tomorrow." I didn't quite know what she meant but I couldn't think about it with her heavy weight laying on my face, her putrid butthole forcing my head deeper and deeper into her butt until my nose was pressed up and flush against her butthole. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP! I moaned and groaned as I was f***ed to inhale the fart; I started crying but mom didn't stir. She didn't even wake up, I heard her snoring deeply in the night; ripping farts through my face much to my torture and dismay. The crack of her ass with stinky and greasy with farts long since passed and new farts spreading their gassy oils along the walls of her butt, ensuring I'd be smelling sulfery farts for some time. I remember passing out at one point, either exhaustion or suffocation, perhaps both; and a loud, long blasting fart had woke me up just to endure a thick, almost intolerable gust of gas that seemed to last all night. I felt I was still smelling that fart when I saw the bright peaking light of the sun rising. But that meant nothing; mom woke up when she wanted to. BRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! Mom, stirred, perhaps awakened by her own loud fart; or perhaps by the frantic flailing I was doing underneath her. I was suffocating and feeling out of breath. I felt like I might die as more toxic gas filled my face. Finally, she turned allowing at least some fresh, cool ...
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