A\N: I am not someone who will be sexually aroused if a beautiful girl would fart on me, but for some reason I find myself wanting to write about big booty girls farting over characters who deserve it and sometimes those who dont. So I'm going to write short chapters where you can see that, but I'm new at this so don't expect much ok?
Co-Written by Titan820
Some people saw Springfield as just another city that wasn't really that famous for the best of things but more well known for things like a mountain of tires on fire, but those who lived there knew how weird things could be if you stayed there for more than a few days, as it was full of people who were unique in their own ways, you could either live with it or try to change it.
However, there was a certain blue-haired woman that was getting somewhat TIRED of how a certain son of hers seemed to be more than determined to constantly do whatever he wants, with a lack of awareness of the consequences of his actions. No matter how many times she tried to help him become a better person though, it seems that it entered one ear and left through the other, that path was not going to end well for him but the boy either ignored her or thought she would forgive him since she was her mom and that was her job.
"Ugh...that son of mine can be such a handful. I just wish that he could at least understand why he needs to change, at least try a little to be better, his grades are so disappointing" Marge said, as she was sitting on the couch, rubbing her temple, thinking about her son's latest prank and how he laughed the whole day from it.
The attractive housewife loved her son, she really did...but over the years a part of her started resenting him for always making everything into a problematic mess, making things difficult for her and the rest of the family with his way of being that ended up in public vandalism in some cases. She had then come up with a thought, her son needed to be disciplined, something that would show him just how SERIOUS she was about him needing to change and quickly, or else he would become a delinquent and then go to prison for thanks to some stunt, the world was not his playground.
"This can't go on like this anymore, I have to teach him a lesson, one that is needed for him to change but how? Taking away his toys or time on the internet won't do" Marge asked herself as she lightly scratched her chin.
She knew her son better than anyone, Bart was a smart kid when it came to getting what he wanted as long as it was fun when he learned how chemistry could make his pranks more fun and diverse. It's like he suddenly became a genius, so she needed to be sure she took him by surprise.
"Hmmm...oh! I think I have an idea, I'm not proud of it since that was used by my sister when she got out of a break-up and wanted vengeance but it will do nicely" Marge thought, smirking to herself, she just needed to wait until he was home.
*The Simpsons Residence- 4:00 PM*
It had been some time ever since Bart had left the house on a school-free day to hang out with his friend and whatever that day had in store for him, but now it was time to get back home. When arriving at his skateboard he opened the door with a sigh.
"Man, today was fun, can't believe Milhouse got hit in the balls by that soccer ball, Nelson is savage! But it was really hilarious" Bart laughed at his friend's expense.
"Hey there Bart. How was your day sweetie?" Marge asked him with an innocent smile.
"Oh! Hey mom, it was great but I'm getting a little hungry now, do we have anything to eat?" He said, already demanding something.
"Don't you worry, I got just what you need, a chocolate milkshake right there in the kitchen" She said, motioning to it.
"Thanks, mom, you're the best," Bart told his mom as he went to the kitchen, sitting on the stool and going for the sweet treat waiting for him.
"No worries, after all..." She smirked, this time a bit wider "What are mothers for?" She told him, all the while smirking with second intentions.
"Hmm...this tastes different"
Bart couldn't know exactly what that was at the time but he was also pretty careless so he just went on and slurped all of it. It didn't take long for him to start feeling sleepy after consuming the dessert.
"Uhm…What's going...on?" He said before he passed out.
"Sweet dreams baby boy, trust me this is all for your own good" Marge told him before giggling.
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A few minutes later after that, the yellow-skinned boy was starting to wake up, slowly opening his eyes and seeing his surroundings.
"Ugh, what was in that- hey, why am I tied up?" Bart asked as he quickly realized he was tied to a chair.
It seems that he was in his own bedroom but unable to move, the last thing he can remember is that he was taking a milkshake his mom had made for him and then...nothing, he had blacked out.
"Mom? Is someone there?"
"Don't worry honey, I'm here" Marge showed up in the bedroom wearing her green strapless dress that was tighter around her milf body, even more, today for some reason.
"Mom, what happened? Why am I here?" Bart wanted to know.
"You have been a really bad boy, son. You don't like studying even though it's so important. You prank people all day long without caring if they end up hurt be it physically or emotionally, you're simply selfish and reckless my dear. And That behavior has been happening for quite some time" Marge said, walking closer to him, her child brearing hips swaying sexily "But you don't seem to give a rat's ass about it huh?"
"Uhm…sorry? Look mom this is just who I am, changing who a person is it's not easy. So can you please untie me? I will try better tomorrow" Bart asked kindly, starting to get scared where this is going.
"Hah! You think im stupid to still believe that? No" She simply said.
"N...No?" Bart was surprised.
"This time just saying sorry won't cut it, Bart, you must learn a lesson or else god knows where you're going to end. Punishment...is needed" Marge said with a smirk.
Bart gulped nervously, his mother never acted like that before, it was weird and he didn't know what she would do, however, as he tried to get out of the restraints, Marge put her hand on his mouth.
"It's ok...hush now Bart, it's for your own good"
"W-Wait! Mom let's not do anything crazy"
Bart knew how many fuck ups he did but it appears his mother got tired of it and actually looked like she was going to do something bad, he struggles harder to get the ropes out but the blue-haired milf already started turning around showing...her ass? Yep! Marge Bouvier Simpson was turning around specifically to show Bart her big and bouncy booty, which seemed like a nice thick ham wrapped in clothing.
"I have thought about ways to make you understand that being a brat to others isn't cool honey"
Rather then keep on talking, Marge decided that actions speak louder than words and so did what he never thought she would do, the blue haired housewife sits her big and soft booty on Barts lap with a *thump* not ready to house such a heavy bum that came like that from nowhere.
"OOoh...W-What?" Bart was confused and somewhat feeling an itch on his crotch.
"Do you like big-bottomed girls Bart? Or are you gonna tell me you don't understand what I mean? Don't try it, I know you are smarter than you think, you're not the definition of innocence'' Marge asked, adorning a smirk on her face.
Bart blushed as he didn't say any cool retort, his mom's big booty felt really soft but it was also pretty heavy and it seemed to be making him feel things he shouldn't. However, before he could ask his mom what she was planning, gurgling sounds could be heard, almost like they were coming from an upset stomach after eating something they shouldn't.
"Huh? Where did that come from?"
"That was the sound of my idea on how to punish you Bart and guess what? it's finally c-coming~" Marge grunted, biting her lower lip.
"Mom? Wait, what are you doing? Stop!"
"ARRRGGMM!"
*PBBBBBBBTBTBTBTBTBBBBBBBBPPPHURT*
What happened next surprised Bart, as from his mom bootylicious ass cheeks came out a boisterous fart right onto his lap, like a blast of stinky and hot foul air that immediately reached his nostrils making him scrunch his face in disgust while Marge just sighed in relief, grinding her ass left and right on her sons lap, each cheek so thick it was like his lower half had been swallowed.
"Eww! Uurck! What the hell did you just farted on me?" Bart said as he was forced to smell the funky fart his mom just let out.
"Hmm~Oh yeah that one came out nicely, I have been holding on to it for quite a while, I made sure to eat the leftover pizza with jalapeno pepper from a week ago" Marge said in relief.
"Mom this isn't funny, get off me!"
Bart tried to demand his freedom after that disgusting surprise, but Marge just giggled as she started grinding her big booty on him as if she wanted to make sure that stench was going to cling to his clothes for the entire week.
"No can do honey, once this engine is put to work it won't stop anytime soon, so you better get comfy because you know what else Rhymes with Bart?"
"Mom no! Dont!" Bart begged for it but she didn't listen.
*BRAAAAPTTTTPPPPFFFFFRRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP*
The blue haired milf groaned farted once more, this time it came out even louder than before, it was so strong that Marge could feel how her ass cheeks vibrated a little from the sheer wind strength that her body just unleashed, and for some reason she started to enjoy this far more than what was expected.
"Whew! That was a huge one, did you felt it Bart?"
Marge asked her son as she grinds her big booty left and right, making sure he felt every inch of it, not caring if she was too heavy for him. Bart coughs and gags in disgust, feeling how deadly his mom farts could be, they were so dang awful.
"M-Mom why are you doing this?"
"This is your punishment young man, so spare me of any words asking me to stop it, because that is not happening, not until I make sure you understand your situation"
Marge then stands up and starts to remove her dress, letting it drop to the floor revealing her thick and luscious yellow ass, with a whooping 40-inches of curvaceous booty meat. She didn't really need to take the dress off to show her body like that, it was so tight that it left little to the imagination but a part of her seemed to enjoy doing it, teasing her naughty son like this, while he was unable to move, having total control over the situation.
"What do you think?" She asked him as she slapped her big yellow ass and made it jiggle like jello.
"Yeah i-its nice I guess" Bart said, not sure what to say.
"What do you mean by that?" She seemed peeved that he didn't immediately say that it was sexy or hot.
"S-Sorry, I'm still dizzy from the fart you just launched at me!" Bart said, trying to be reasonable.
Marge didn't seem to believe him even though her fart was pretty stinky, shen puts her thick bum back on his lap and started grinding on her son's crotch making him see the difference between having clothes and having no clothes at all, her stomach started to gurgle some more but she decided to hold it in for the time being.
"Are you gonna stop being such a pain in the ass? Are you going to behave? Are you going to do whatever I tell you?" She asked while moving her ass faster.
"I-I will be, now please get up!" Bart begged her thick bootied mom.
Marge was tired of how her son begged for her to release him, so she decided to get up, turn around and kick the chair down, making it fall back with Bart's grunt from that landing while looking at the ceiling. But not too long before that he could see his mom's big yellow booty looming over him as a sign of doom, the blue thong she was wearing barely hiding her derriere.
"I. Don't. Believe. You. Let's make this little session of us be stuck on your thick head son"
Marge laughed like an evil woman who was about to do something terrible before she jumped up, aiming and landing her milf booty onto her son's face, in turn making him feel pain and pleasure, grinding it left and right with no mercy, making sure he would be feeling all of it, then getting up and down, to bash his face some more like this was all pure entertainment. The only thing Bart could see was the large and yellow booty that went up showing its massive size before coming down on him like a meteor, a stinky and painful meteor.
"Your words mean nothing, your promises are empty. I need to make you swear for real"
Marge then removed her panties, showing her fully naked booty before smacking it again, and pinning Bart's face with her yellow and soft booty cheeks, Marge decided to let go of the fart she was holding on and once it was out, DANG! It was so loud that anyone in the neighborhood would have listened and so foul, smelling a garbage truck would be better, and to make things worse that staunch went right up his nostrils and into his mouth, being filled to the rim.
*FRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTPPPPPTPTPTPTPPPHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUTTT*
Bart's yells of agony were muffled by the flesh prison that was his mother's ass, all he could do was take it since his arms and legs were tied up, poor bastard was helpless. only being able to shake his head around. The fart she just let out was like a burst of vibrational force that smelled like someone just ate rotten eggs, his eyes tearing up because of it.
"Oooooh! Shit! I never thought i could blast air like that" She said with a laugh 'Hmmm~I don't know why but letting out such huge and loud farts on his face feels so good, it's like I always wanted to do this'
"HMHMHMHPP" Bart tried slapping her moms ass to get her off.
"Ouch! Young man who said you could smack my ass?"
Marge wiggled her ass around while Bart squirmed, making him go deeper almost feeling his nose poke into her butthole. Something was addicting to this, having complete control over someone like this and humiliating them with her farts.
"Your struggle only makes things worse Bart" Marge then stands up.
*PBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRPPPPPHHHHHUUUTTTTRTT*
But not before letting out another fart before doing so, and once again he gagged as Bart was forced to smell his mom's foul fart.
"Ugh, so nasty! So stinky, ohhh i'm gonna throw up" He said, feeling like all he could breath now ws fart
"Bart, are you going to behave like a nice and respectful kid? That means No more pranks, no more bullshit, no more lies, and more studies or ELSE!" Marge said, aiming her ass at him again to make her point.
"Please! No! I understand! I will! I will!" He said as he was afraid of another fart blast.
"Good. This remains between the two of us Bart, you may hate it now but this is all just tough love" Marge then went to put her dress back on 'That felt...Good...oh dear, I farted all over my son's face and I think that aroused me a little bit. I didn't even mind my own stench, the feeling of my big ass on his body and letting out such loud farts while he was unable to do anything was...exciting' Marge thought, gulping down "Ok time for you to go and take a shower, the least we need is you smelling like that"
Marge removed the ropes from the chair and let Bart free now. She made a note to herself if Bart keeps misbehaving she would use her ass as a disciplinary tool.
"Y-Yes," Bart said, feeling defeated and humiliated as he walks away in shame
'Hmmm…Maybe it won't be so bad if he breaks his promise hehe, if he does next time I invite my sisters' Marge thought with an evil smirk.
Bart was left horrified at what just happened, his mom had sat on his face and made him eat her farts, threatening to do it again if he stepped out of line, he would never inh is wildest dreams think she would do something like that, and he hated himself...for getting a boner through it.
How Marge Looks like: rule34. xxx/index. php?page=post&s=view&id=5358898
