My Mom's Gift
by jlklkdasfbasfd

Part 1

My name is Matt, and I recently graduated from high school. It was currently summer break, so my life was completely chill, and I had no further plans except for starting uni in a few months. I was very happy with this break. I truly felt relaxed. Yesterday, my friends and I had planned an all nighter by playing video games, but we failed miserably as most of us were knocked out before 4am, only I had lasted until 5am since I no longer had any company to keep me awake.

That brings me to now. It is currently 10am and I had forgotten that I promised my mom I would go grocery shopping with her in the morning. I was exhausted at the moment, barely conscious, but could hear the opening of a door, followed by heavy footsteps approaching me. I could feel a dangerous presence in the room. My mom’s name is Scarlett and she’s a pretty frightening woman. Standing at 6’1” and I'm guessing around 250 lbs at least. She has an enormous ass and tree trunk-like thighs. Obviously, she also has it big up there.

“Matt, what are you still doing in bed?” she sighed.

“Mmmm,” was all I managed to push out my weakened body.

She was already pretty annoyed with me for lazing around the house these past few days so she wanted to get him back somehow. That's when she thought of a perfect way to get Matt out of bed.

I was not planning to get out of bed. I needed my sleep! After a moment of silence, I heard my mom walk closer and felt my entire mattress shift towards the lower right side. That's when I realized she was standing on my bed. I opened my left eye slightly to see her staring down at me. What in the world was she doing there? She then yanked away my blanket entirely off the bed. I was now just laying on my back and she had her feet standing on the two sides of my torso, almost stepping on me. She was staring at me with a grin on her face as she then turned around. She now stood looking away from me but now having her ass in tight, black yoga pants looking right down at me. I was in complete awe, I couldn't help but admire it a bit.

“Alright, if you don’t get up in the next 5 seconds, I’m gonna just sit right down on your chest.”

“Huhh?”

“5…”

I cannot have heard that right, no way she would really sit on me, right? She must know how heavy she is. Even if she was being serious, I honestly wanted to find out.

“4…”

I wondered how it would feel to have his mom sit on his chest. Would it hurt? Welp, I wanted to challenge myself, let’s see what happens.

“3…”

Without even reaching 2, Scarlett turned around and noticed Matt had no intention of even moving. She sighed, slowly descending her butt down onto her son’s chest.

The pressure was immense. The surface area of her ass combined 250 lbs of force fully balanced on his chest. It actually made it difficult for him to breathe. If it wasn’t for his mattress, her weight would probably be dangerous. I remained still, trying my best to take in deep breaths while feeling my mother ascend slightly each time I took one in. I could feel the warmth from her butt. It was slightly painful, but at the same time, I felt safe? It was sort of like a weighted blanket, except this one was actually crushing me quite a bit. After a minute, she began shifting her butt around, making it even more difficult for me to breathe. Finally, she decided to check up on me to see my struggles. I still fought the urge to try and push her off though, not like I would even be able to.

“You seem to be doing fine,” she smiled down at me, “I guess I need to make it harder for you, little boy.”

She lifted her butt off of my chest, now on her knees, she began slowly shifting her body higher up on mine. After reaching my face, she suddenly stopped. Her knees were pressed tightly over my arms with all her weight, so I had no way to move now. I was speechless, it reminded me of the time I had sleep paralysis. Just this time, I was completely frozen to a demon covering my field of vision. I saw my mother flash a smile at me before slowly dropping her ginormous behind right onto my face.

Part 2

I could have said something. Anything. But I didn’t, so here I was with my mother sitting on my face. Luckily, her butt was soft, so it wasn’t too painful, but I also knew she was not placing her full weight down on face just yet. This allowed me to still breath through my nose, although it was a bit difficult. Most of her weight was pressed onto my mouth and cheeks, which made it impossible for me to open my mouth. I could still feel her yoga pant-clad ass touching my nose though. Each time I took a laboured inhale through my nose, I would take in some of the stink from her butt. The stench made me squirm a bit due to how stinky it was. I forgot how unhygienic my mom was, and how I always had to wait 10 minutes after she used the toilet to make sure it was safe for use. I eventually tried to turn my face to the side to avoid taking in the stench point blank, but I was met with giant walls of ass hugging my entire head. Her ass was literally so large that it was covering my entire head. You probably couldn’t even see my head anymore. Noticing my attempt to escape, my mom, still having her knees on my arms, released her entire weight down onto my face.

“Hahaha! Don’t even think about trying to escape! You brought this upon yourself. Now let's see how you like my butt!”

I tried to inhale, but couldn’t. Did she know she was smothering me? I was not prepared for that, she didn’t even give me any warning! I wanted to tell her somehow. There were so many ways I could have told her to stop, even just simply tapping out, but nothing came to mind. My mind literally went blank, and I just accepted what my mother did to me. So instead of worrying, I just let her be. Not until what seemed like 30 seconds later, she lifted her butt up slightly, her butt still touching my face. Noticing this, I immediately jerked my head up to bring my mouth out of her butt, taking in the biggest gasps of oxygen I had ever taken in my life.

“Oh my god! Matt are you alright?” my mother asked worriedly.

I took some time to recover. I was never able to inhale before she completely blocked my airflow, so even 30 seconds without air almost made me pass out. Finally, I brought my face back to its original position, with my mom’s butt there, still close to my face.

“I just was not ready for that. I wasn’t able to breathe. It’s fine,” I sighed.

“Oh, Matt, why didn’t you say anything?” she began softly stroking my head.

“It’s fine, I’m not that weak.”

She sighed, “This has nothing to do with being weak or strong. Boy, what am I going to do with you?”

She smiled down at me and continued to stroke my head. It really calmed me down despite what she just did to me. Slowly, she brought her butt back down onto my face. This time, she sat harder than she did the first time, but also not releasing her full weight down on me. I was surprised she still wanted to continue this even after she almost killed me, but I also didn’t tell her to stop or anything. I could tell she was more careful now. She constantly turned around to check up on me, giving me a quick smile before turning back and going on her phone. It was pretty hard to breathe now. Once again, I had to use my nose, so I was forced to breathe in the stink right out of her ass. I could roughly feel her anus under her yoga pants pressing against my nose as she was seated on my face. She somehow perfectly lined up her anus up to my nose, and she was making me breathe through the fabric of her yoga pants due to how hard she was seated on me. It smelled like a mix of rotten eggs and just general shit, but I just kept breathing it in over and over. It was definitely an awful and toxic smell, but the stench intrigued me for some reason, so I just kept on taking it in, squirming every once in a while from how gross it was.

I had completely lost track of time. Time passed slowly when I had to constantly live off my mother’s shit smell. Every laborous inhale made me fully aware of my situation, the stink reminding me of my large mother. It was honestly torturous what she was subjecting me to, but I also felt safe under her knowing how kind and caring my mother was despite her freakish size. I decided to stop with these random thoughts and instead focus on dealing with the stench for a while. After some time, I felt my mother shift around, which brought her anus even closer to my nose somehow. With my nose digging deeper into her yoga pants, the stench radiating from her anus became even stronger. I could barely inhale, and when I did, the stench was almost unbearable, making me want to gag. Without thinking, I once again tried turning my face to the side, but was once again met with the walls of her ass. This must have reminded my mother how she was still seated on top of my face.

“Aw, man,” she checked the time on her phone, “It’s been 30 minutes and I still need to go grocery shopping!”

She turned around to check on me. I could only barely see her as most of my vision was blocked by her ass and lower back.

“And it seems my little boy is fine. Maybe It’s time for me to get up,” she lifted her butt slightly, what I think is her anus still touching my nose, “but not before I leave you with a little gift!”

What was she even talking about? I was not confused for long as she suddenly released a short puff of gas straight up my nose. I couldn’t believe what was happening. My mom really just released a fart with her ass still touching my nose. I didn’t even breathe in yet before I felt the gas rush straight up my nose. The fart smelled like absolute shit. It burned my entire nasal cavity and I swear I could feel every little particle of it rushing into my lungs. Inhaling only worsened the effect. The stench of rotten eggs and feces was just too much for me. My body couldn’t handle it anymore, and I began coughing to try and get the gas out of my system, but it was no use. My body began shaking to try and reject the poisonous gas, but it was futile. There was nothing I could do, I just had to rely on my body to break down her gas the best it could and try to keep my composure somehow. That's all I could really do, as there was no way I was getting my 250 lbs mother off of my face. Luckily, my mother quickly hopped off of my face and began laughing like crazy.

“I hope you enjoyed it!” she chuckled, and quickly ran out of my room.

This was definitely the worst thing I had ever smelled in my life, it got to the point where it was painful how bad it smelled. I was disappointed by how weak my body was against it though. After all, it was just some gas, and I wasn’t weak! I was able to handle her stench (barely), but her fart was just an entirely different beast...

Even after she left, I could still feel the fart at the back of my throat. I couldn’t even imagine what would happen to me if she had not gotten off of me that quickly. I shivered from the thought of it...

Part 3

It’s been a few days since then. My mom and I still interact like we always had. We never even brought up the day she literally farted into face, which was good, since that was pretty embarrassing for me. My mom was able to damage me so badly from such a little fart she had. I’ll still be reminded of its vivid taste and stink whenever I see her. It was unforgettable after all. I swear nobody else in the country had farts as bad as my mom, that’s how bad I think they really are.

Despite being on break, I still felt tired every waking moment. Perhaps I just had too little to do. Honestly, my life was very boring at the moment. Everything I did just felt wrong, like I had lost all control over my own body. I guess I was pretty burnt out. I probably should get a job or something but why would I? Doing nothing was already too much for me to handle.

One afternoon, I decided to rest on our couch. It was then that my mother walked into the living room to see her dying son lying face up on the couch.

“Oh, no. Matt, what’s wrong? Are you gonna die?” she asked in a sarcastic tone.

“Yes, I will.”

“Ugh. You better get off this couch unless you really wanna die,” she smiled. “You should head to bed if you’re tired. My TV show's about to begin!”

My brain was not really operating properly at the time, so I had no idea what her words meant. I sort of just ignored her, which made her pretty annoyed.

“Alright buddy, I see how it is.”

She quickly turned around, stuck her butt out towards my body and said, “May I sit here?”

She was probably talking about my chest, but I was speechless and avoided any eye contact. I wanted to say no and that I would go to bed, but my mouth didn’t move. Similar to the first time, I knew I was going to let it happen again. She smiled at my dying face and took my silence as a yes.

My mom then brought her ass down onto my chest, releasing all her weight pretty quickly. The pressure on my chest was so strong that I could feel my body struggle to contain the air in my lungs. She then leaned back on the back rest of the couch, which made her slightly lighter on my chest. Luckily, I was slowly getting better at handling her weight compared to the first time. I also noticed she was still wearing the same yoga pants as the first time she sat on me. No way she didn’t wash it for so many days, right?

I almost flinched when I felt my mom’s hand patting my head. I saw her give me another smile.

“Thanks Matt. Am I too heavy?”

Embarrassed, I once again looked away. Of course she was heavy. She weighed 250 lbs and was crushing my small body with all of it. But if it was too much for me, I would have cried out for help much sooner. She made me feel really safe even though she was “hurting” me. I didn’t say anything, feeling like the question was some sort of trap.

“Hehe, I know I’m pretty heavy. I’m really curious how it feels for you to be under me though. It’s okay, I guess I can help kill you faster!” she giggled.

She then looked away from me, grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. She chose to focus on that for a while, so I just concentrated on taking deep breaths and trying my best to stay alive.

After a few minutes, I began getting a bit bored. I had no interest in whatever show my mom was watching, so I just kept staring up at the ceiling. Maybe my mom noticed my boredom somehow, because I then felt her begin to move. She was shifting up on my body towards my face. The memory of the fart immediately washed over me as she slowly inched her cheeks towards my face. She no longer sat full weight, knowing I wouldn’t be able to handle it. My mom was finally happy with her position and stopped moving.

She was currently sitting sideways on my face. Just so you know, each of her butt cheeks were around the size of my head, so it was pretty terrifying, especially knowing how bad she smelled. Her left cheek rested heavily on my forehead and eyes, while her right was seated from my mouth to my neck. Once again, she purposely left me space to breathe only from my nose. How was my mom so experienced with finding out how to make me suffer the most? I could feel her yoga pants pressing lightly against my nostrils, which still allowed me to inhale. Once I did, my body was overtaken by a powerful stench. I was correct, my mother had not washed her pants since that day, which likely meant she had not washed her panties either…

My mother noticed me squirm a bit and giggled. My body was trying to escape, but my mind made me to stay. Each breath I took was a struggle, but I pushed through, not allowing my mom’s butt to win. I wonder if my mom didn’t wash her clothes on purpose, knowing that it would make me suffer more. There’s no way that would be the case right?

I then heard a small gurgle coming from above. It was my mom’s stomach. My mind began to panic a bit. Would she really fart again after she saw I reacted last time? My mom did not leave me worried for long, as she then released a burst of gas into my nose.

I tried my best not to begin flailing around as she released her fart into my nose. The stench was just atrocious. It smelled heavily of garlic and rotten eggs. The heat of her gas burned as it flowed through my nose, throat, and lungs. I felt a cough coming along, and I was just barely able to suppress it as my mom finally released my face from her prison. She had left me to marinate in her gas a bit longer this time before getting up. Somehow, she was really good at pushing my limits.

“Yikes. Sorry, was it bad?” she asked sarcastically while patting my chest

Most of the gas had either dissipated into the air or gone up my nose, so the stench was not as bad now. I was still focused on holding in my cough. After another moment of recovery, I finally opened my eyes to see her smiling face. She was actually waiting for my answer. I just sighed and glared at her.

“Hahahaha, I really can’t believe you’re still alive after that!”

I looked away again. I wonder how dead I looked. I was pretty surprised I was able to withstand her fart this time though. Maybe this was something I could actually get better at. I didn’t know what she was going to do with me now. My mom never really gave me warning of what she was doing with me, so it was always a surprise.

Seeing that I was now pretty much fully recovered again, my mom began to move. This time, she began climbing up onto the couch. Like the first time, she pinned my arms with her knees while pointing her butt right at my face. She was looking away from me now. She then slowly lowered her butt right onto my face, lining up her anus to my nostrils without even looking at me! It wasn’t until she was seated on me, barely allowing me to breath, that she looked down at me and began giggling. At least when she sat down like this, I could actually see. But at the same time, sitting like this lined up my nose and her anus better, making me suffer much more. The scent of shitty garlic radiating from her asshole made me shiver. When was the last time she wiped?

I knew she was going to fart again eventually, but I tried to keep it out of my mind. I didn’t really understand why I was willingly accepting it. I liked challenging myself but I also felt a sense of security even when knowing my mom could easily destroy me by injecting her poison straight into me at any time. The fear I felt was sort of exhilarating. Like doing something very dangerous to feel that rush of adrenaline. I wonder what my mom thought of all this.

I flinched when I felt my mom’s hand reach back to touch my head. She began stroking and patting my head as if I were a dog. That’s when I heard her grunt, followed by her gas flowing seamlessly from her anus into my nose. I guess she had been warning me. This had been her worst fart by far. The powerful stench of rotten eggs and shit was instantly overwhelming. This fart was just foul. I held my breath for a bit before taking the inhale I needed just to try and avoid getting it all in head-on. Unfortunately, I didn’t wait long enough, as when I finally did inhale, the powerful scent of my mom’s shit instantly destroyed me. I began to gag and retch from the feeling of her fart entering me. I was just gagging into my mothers ass as she remained sitting on me. As I continued to cough to try and get rid of the stench, I could feel her ass shaking on my face. She was giggling from the torture she was giving me. Each time I needed to take another inhale, The scent was still fresh from her ass since she remained unmoving despite how much I was struggling beneath her. After many cycles of constantly coughing and taking in the overwhelming scent right after, the fart had finally weakened to where I could finally calm down, now left with breathing the remnants of her fart forever attached to her pants.

My mom began giggling again and pet me like a dog. She turned around and smiled.

“Good boy!”

All I could do was glare at her. She really destroyed me with that one. She had released her worst smelling fart and just left me to handle its entirety! She didn’t move an inch despite how hard I was coughing into her ass. My mom really had no mercy for me. I almost teared up from the thought of how she treated me, so I quickly turned away again.

My mom turned back to watch TV again, and I was once again left to handle her ass scent, now worsened by the fart she had released. Only now did I not mind the musty smell of her anus as much knowing how bad her full fart was in comparison. I took the time under her ass for granted. Her fart was just on another level.

Some more time had passed, and I had reached a state of peace. I was starting to feel the warmth and safety my mom’s weight provided when it quickly changed. With no warming, my mom released another fart right up my nose. The smell of shit and rotten eggs was still overwhelming but luckily not as bad as the last one. I closed my eyes to focus on inhaling the gas as slowly as possible, making sure my body could handle it properly. It still burned a lot despite my focus, but I felt like I could handle this fart without gagging. Suddenly, I heard my mom grunt and push out a 3 second long beast. Without even finishing up with the first fart yet, she had released her second. Her abundance of shit and garlic was much too overwhelming from the 3 second long release of gas along with some of the first fart still not yet being finished for me to take in.

At this point, I had almost given up. Not only was it far too overwhelming to take in, she had also pushed out far too much of it! Most of the gas had already pushed itself up my nostrils and into my lungs, destroying the walls of my throat along the way, but there was still a lot I was forced to inhale. Each inhale, I held back my gags. I even felt the need to vomit after constantly inhaling her gas. Each breath I took was just as bad as the last, it felt like I was in hell, and I would never be able to escape. I closed my eyes to try and inhale it, taking breath after breath. I have no idea how long it took, but the stench was finally thinning out. At this point, tears were literally streaming down my face. It only started to tear up a bit at the start, but the more gas I took in, the more tears my body produced. It was finally over.

My mom finally turned her attention to me.

“Oh boy! That must have been awful for you. My farts even made you cry!” she laughed.

Once again, she had not moved an inch off my face, so I was just left to blink tiredly while looking at her face. Being tortured with my mom’s farts was surprisingly exhausting.

She took one of her socks off her feet and used it to wipe the tears off my face. She really was like a bully. I sighed. She could have used anything but chose to use her dirty sock that she probably hasn’t washed either to wipe my tears away. I guess she still was not planning to get off of me. She did look down at me like she was deep in thought, but she just turned back to the TV again.

I was left on my own now to live off her ass stench. But this felt like heaven compared to the hell of having to live off her farts. This time, she left me alone for quite a while. Perhaps she actually did feel bad for what she did and decided to give me a break. It was strange though, why wouldn’t she just get off of my face then? I was left in thought for a while when I eventually drifted off to sleep beneath her.

I had no idea how much time had passed, but I felt very groggy once I woke up. My mom must have patted my face to wake me up. I had completely forgotten that I fell asleep with my mom still sitting on my face. Before even opening my eyes, I felt a silent stream of gas sizzle its way into my nose. My mom just released a silent but deadly to wake me up. I was not at all prepared and took a quick inhale since I had just woken up. That was a horrible decision though. The speed and heat of the rotten fart instantly made me retch.

The stench was noxious, and it felt like the gas was boiling my insides as it pushed itself into my lungs. My body began shaking from the corrupting smell of rot and spoiled shit. My mom purposely released this monster upon me when I least expected it. I continue to retch into her asshole as I slowly inhale all the gas she left me with. Obviously, she didn’t move an inch to ensure that I get everything she gives me. Finally, I can relax after fully clearing her fart. Although still exhausted, I was not wide awake. I felt my mother shaking above me again.

“Wakey, wakey! How could you fall asleep under my butt? Don’t forget how dangerous it can be!”

She then released another fart, luckily not as bad. I still struggled with it though. It was rancid. This time, I tried to inhale faster since I knew this fart wouldn’t be as bad. That was a mistake though. Although I would be able to clear up the fart faster, it would also be too much for me to handle. I was barely able to suppress my gag and decided to slow down my breathing. Each breath felt damaging to my body, but I was able to handle it. Her previous awful farts had helped me a lot to handle these smaller ones.

“Hehe. Were you ready for that one? I guess you’re prepared to take more than one fart at a time now!”

That was not the case at all. I was only lucky her second fart was not too bad this time around. After some time to relax a bit, I became aware of a big issue. My mom’s yoga pants felt very wet and moist on my face, making it slightly harder to breathe. It was likely wet from how sweaty it got after sitting on my face for so long. How much time had even passed now? Was it 30 minutes or 3 hours? I had no way to know. Most of my vision was blocked by her ass anyways, I had nothing to look at. I just had something to sniff — even taste.

After some time passed, my mom seemed to have noticed as well.

“Geez, is it wet down there?”

Yes, it was wet. I just blinked while staring at her.

“Your face isn’t just good at keeping my farts in, but also the heat! Look at how much my butt is sweating right now. I had no idea your face was the perfect cushion!”

I looked away in embarrassment. She really was a bully.

“Good job! Welp, I guess I need to do something about this. I won’t be able to stay on your face while dirtying my yoga pants and underwear like this.”

She began patting my head again with a proud smile on her face. I guess she was finally going to free me from her prison. I had done it. I survived under my mom’s nauseating ass, and took in all that came out of it. Correction: I barely survived it. My mom had no mercy for me at all, so each fart, no matter how long or foul, was fully forced into my system. I was also really curious to check the time to see how long she had tortured me for.

“The only idea I can think of is taking off my pants,” she giggled, biting her lip, “I hope you don't mind.”