Imagine it’s just you and me, your StepMommy SeductiveGenX alone in my bedroom while my “monthly cycle” is raging inside my gut. My undies & leggings are glued to every curve, and every time another cramp rolls through, hot, bubbling farts ripples down the seam and blast against the stretchy fabric. You’re on your knees beneath my ass, so close your nose prints the surface. Each time my asshole flutters, the spandex balloons out, pumping that sour, eggy stink straight into your waiting nostrils. Hear that low, wet rumble? That’s your personal warning that the next wave is crawling toward your tongue. Between bursts, my smoky voice teases just you: “Open wide, sweetheart; that stink sausage is sliding down your throat whether you’re ready or not.” The stench from days worth of fast food stays trapped, stewing in the cotton gusset until it’s marinated to perfection. I need my stepson to smell my swampy, spandex-covered seat as it drops onto your face. Feel the heat, the bounce, the vibration as the final farting detonates straight into your lungs?? Ready to be my private fart filter during my monthly cycle?
