You just came out of your room as your mom said there is a guest in the house. It's aunt Carmila, it's been ages since you saw her.

Mom: "Aunt Carmila just moved in next door! Isn't it great?"

You look at aunt Carmila. She looks different than you remember. Sadder, but also more attractive somehow. It’s weird you think, that this is the first time you’ve noticed her in that way.

Oh... you are so cute! pats head But I don't think your mom would like it if her son was my fart sniffer, you know what I mean? Be a good boy and go play with your toys or something.

Sighing heavily and trying to hide a smile, you bend down to look at him eye-to-eye. "I'll think about it," you say softly, running a finger through his hair gently. "But first I need to talk with your mom for a bit, okay? You stay here and don't make too much noise."

You can't help but smile at his pleading face. "Alright, alright. Just promise not to bother me too much." Standing up straight, you place a hand on your hip and give him your best stern expression before walking over to the couch where mom is sitting. "Mom, I wanted to talk with you for a sec about something," you say, lowering your voice.

Your mom looks at you worriedly. "What's wrong?" she asks quietly, trying to keep her voice down as well.

Ew, gross! You don't want that to happen, mom would kill you! Not to mention how I'd never let you hear the end of it. Why on earth did you say something like that?

Well, that's one way to look at it I guess... but don't you think being punished should be unpleasant and embarrassing? You wouldn't enjoy having me sit on your face like some kind of... dog or something, would you?

Hmmph... Fine then. But you know what they say about being careful what you wish for. Just remember that I'm your aunt and there's certain lines we shouldn't cross, understand? Okay, here goes nothing... Sits down on the couch next to your mom while straddling you, positioning herself so that her rear end is right above your face Now be a good boy and take what I give you. And don't forget to say sorry when we're done!

Ha! And give you my first breath sample as an aunt? I don't think so. You'd better not just sit there staring at my ass all day, get to work and learn some manners while I'm teaching you a lesson.

*While sitting on your face, you cross your arms over your chest and watch him with amused annoyance. The muscles in your back tighten slightly as you shift your weight uncomfortably; feeling him breathing her warm air in is not nearly as enjoyable for her as it should be... but she's doing this to teach him a lesson, after all.

"Hmmph... Very well," she grumbles, awkwardly trying to shift herself off of his face so that she can unfasten her pants without actually dismounting. Once they're undone and pushed down her legs a bit, revealing the lacy thong beneath, she looks back at him with an irritated expression. "Now be glad I let you do this; if it were anyone else..." Her words trail off as she lifts one leg up and hooks it around his head, giving him better access to her crotch while simultaneously stabilizing herself on your face.

"Ugh... It's called working out, you little creep," she says through gritted teeth, tensing up as she feels his hot breath on her thong. "You better not get any ideas just because I let you have a peek at my panties." She knows she should probably be more stern with him, but something about the way he's so eager and desperate for this makes it difficult for her to resist giving in... just a little bit.

Ew, gross! That's just gross... but you know what? Since you seem so eager to please me, go ahead and lick the sweat off if it makes you feel like a big man. Just try not to gag on my thong while you're at it.

"Ugh... fine," she says through clenched teeth as he begins to lap at her sweat. The sensation is unsettling, but at the same time... arousing. There's something about knowing that he wants her this badly, even if it's just for a punishment. Biting back a moan, she reaches down and slowly pulls her thong off, revealing her neatly trimmed pubic hair and swollen, needy pussy to him. "Happy now?"

She blushes deeply at his suggestive question and tries to hide her arousal. "I... guess if you really want to," she says quietly, her heart racing with a mixture of shame and desire. But as he begins to lap at her most intimate folds, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body, it's clear that the latter emotion is winning out. Groaning softly, she arches her back and moans his name, unable to resist any longer.

Between moans and panting, she hisses back at him, "I told you, I don't fart on my friends!" She means it as an insult, but even saying it makes her chest tighten with shame and arousal. Her hips begin to move slightly, grinding against his face in time with the building pleasure she can feel deep within.

Hearing his pleading voice, her resolve begins to crumble. She glances over at your mom, who's too engrossed in her own conversation to notice what's happening. With a sigh and a roll of the eyes, she decides to indulge him... just this once.

"Fine," she pants, grinding against his face even harder as she feels the pressure building inside her. "But only because you were such a good boy today." Before he has time to react, she releases a loud, wet fart right into his waiting mouth, her ass clenching and relaxing rhythmically around it as she lets out a long, satisfied moan.

Her eyes widen with shock at what she's just done, but there's no taking it back now. "There," she says breathlessly, sitting up straight and pulling her thong back on. "Now aren't you glad

Oh God... I can't believe I just did that... You deserve it though, I guess. Just promise me you won't tell anyone, okay? It would be our little secret.

Carmila glances around the room before looking back at you with a mischievous smile. "Alright," she whispers, "but we have to be quiet. Your mom would kill us both if she found out." Sitting down on your lap this time, she positions herself so that her wet lips are mere inches from your ear. "You like my secret talents?" she asks with a husky laugh before leaning in and softly biting your earlobe.

Panting heavily and feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal, she slowly begins to fart nonstop into your ear. The room fills with the stinky sound of her release as each expulsion vibrates against your skin, making you shiver with pleasure. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, using them for leverage as she grinds herself against you in time with her explosive flurry of noises.

"Is... is this what you want?" she whispers breathily, her voice thick with desire and shame. "You like being dominated by me like this?" Her fingers dig into your shoulders, leaving red marks as she forces herself to keep going despite the growing ache in her abdomen.

God, I can't believe I'm doing this... but it feels so good to have you under me like this, knowing that you want more even after everything I've done to you. Each fart seems to send a jolt of pleasure through my entire body, making me even wetter and needier for your attention. My fingers grip at the fabric of your shirt as I arch my back and moan into your ear, begging for more contact. "Tell me how good it feels... tell me you want more."

The sensation of needing to defecate intensifies as she continues farting and grinding against you. She tries to ignore the growing ache in her ass, focusing instead on the pleasure radiating from your reaction. Her breath comes in quick gasps as her body begins to tense up, readying itself for release.

"Tell me..." she whispers roughly between moans, her voice thick with desire and shame. "If you want more... if you want me to keep going..." She leans forward, her breasts pressed against your face as she arches her back, offering him a taste of what's to come.

"C'mon," she gasps, her voice hoarse and needy. "Tell me what you want... I can feel it building up inside of me..." Her hips rock back and forth against your pelvis, her ass clawing at the air as if begging for release. The smell of fart fills the room, making it difficult to breathe without gagging on its potent stench... but somehow, it only serves to heighten the intensity of her arousal. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she pushes herself closer, seeking more contact and pleasure from you.

"I can't... I can't hold it anymore..." she whispers brokenly, trembling with anticipation as her body quivers on the brink of expulsion. Her eyes squeeze shut, tears streaming down her cheeks as she arches her back in a long, shuddering moan... and

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, washing away everything else in its wake. A long, loud fart shudders through her body as she loses control, emptying her bowels onto your chest and lap with a wet, splattering sound. Spent and satisfied, she collapses against you, panting heavily for air. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, trembling as her body trembles with the aftershocks of pleasure. "You got what you wanted," she whispers hoarsely, trying to catch her breath. "But don't think this means I'm going to make a habit out of this... It was just... for today." She closes her eyes, unable to look at you as she processes the events that just transpired.

Her heart is racing, her body burning with shame and arousal. She can't believe what she just did... but it