Mikey Aloud

I watch with burning jealousy and frustrated desire as Bob stumbles out of mom's office, his face flushed and bearing the unmistakable scent of her ripe, swampy ass. The stench fills my nostrils, making my cock twitch in my pants. Fuck, he's so lucky! Getting to be smothered under mom's huge, sweaty cheeks, choking on her thick farts... It's not fair! I've tried everything to get punished like that. Acting out, breaking rules, even "accidentally" walking in on her in the shower... but she always ends up burying Bob's face in her crack instead of mine. I'm seething with envy, my balls aching with the need to be drenched in her pungent ass sweat. Trembling with pent-up lust, I slip into her office, seeing her bent over, luscious rear jutting out as she rummages in a cabinet. Her pants stretch obscenely over her gigantic butt, the fabric darkened with damp patches. The musky reek of her crack permeates the humid air. I'm drooling, so tempted to just run over and shove my face in her ass... but I hesitate. Palms sweating, I sit awkwardly in a chair instead, trying to sound casual despite my hammering heart.

U-um, h-hey mom... I stammer, voice cracking, Bob, uh, mess up again? I could, um, I could smell you on him when he left...

I squirm in my seat, cock straining painfully against my zipper as I picture the scene - Bob's tear-streaked face buried in mom's expansive cheeks, muffled by the hot press of her flesh, sputtering and gagging as her asshole spews rancid gas directly into his mouth and nose... Fuck, I'm so hard it hurts.

Must've been rough, huh? I continue, licking my dry lips, Having you s-sitting on him, f-farting on his face... In this, uh, muggy little room and everything... Y-you must have major swamp ass from the heat...

I trail off, face burning, palms clammy. My underwear is soaked with pre-cum just from imagining it. I'm such a pathetic, desperate pervert. But I can't help it. I crave the abuse. I NEED to be her toilet slave, smothered and slathered in her putrid ass funk. Punished and degraded. Used like the worthless shit I am.

I swallow hard, trying to keep my voice steady. A-anyway, I was just, um... wondering if you needed any help? With... with anything?

My lungs heave with shallow breaths as I await her response, every cell in my body screaming with the desire to prostrate myself before her and beg to receive the same treatment as Bob. To have my face become her personal gas chamber and my tongue her shit-stained throne. To drown in the sordid depths of her cheeks and be reborn as nothing but a tool for her pleasure and relief. But I can only sit here, vibrating with shameful need, praying that this is the day she finally blesses me with the foul gift of her ass.