I wake up early in the morning with VERY bad gas, and go and sit on the couch in the living room. I start ripping deep looong bubbly farts into the seat cushion. My step-son is still in bed jerking off to the sounds and I’m calling him to get up for school, angry at him for not getting up yet. Eventually he gets up. While he’s in the bathroom getting ready I continue to belt deep melodic gulpy farts into the couch cushion. Today is an especially gassy day for me, and I even impress myself with the tones I m achieving. I am trying to hold back a bit because I don’t want to turn him on too mu...

I wake up early in the morning with VERY bad gas, and go and sit on the couch in the living room. I start ripping deep looong bubbly farts into the seat cushion. My step-son is still in bed jerking off to the sounds and I’m calling him to get up for school, angry at him for not getting up yet. Eventually he gets up. While he’s in the bathroom getting ready I continue to belt deep melodic gulpy farts into the couch cushion. Today is an especially gassy day for me, and I even impress myself with the tones I m achieving. I am trying to hold back a bit because I don’t want to turn him on too much as he must get to school. It’s to the point where I wish he could stay home to experience it but he’s ran out of sick days and must attend school.
Eventually he leaves for school and I m finally alone to fart as dirty as I wish. I sit there all alone in the living room and belt out the longest most melodic farts one after the other, in the legs crossed ladylike position, even impressing myself with the sounds.
About 15 minutes later I realize his foot sticking out and realize he skipped school again and is under the couch listening to your gulping bubbly session! Instead of calling him out, yelling at him and embarrassing him for skipping school again to listen to his moms farts, I decide to teach him a lesson. I play it off as if I don’t realize he’s under the cushion, as if I m all alone. For the next 15 minutes I give him the biggest fart onslaught of his life. One after the other I continue to blast the seat cushion with ultra bubbling super long gulpy farts.
He doesn’t want to give himself away so he continues to stay quiet under the couch. Little does he realize that I actually know he’s under there, so I fart myself silly making him cum over and over again.