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Aunt Nora
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: February 26th, 2008

"Come on, mom!" I whined.

"I don't want to hear it, you 're going to see Auntie Nora and that 's final!"

I pouted to myself as my mom shook her head, frustrated. I didn't dislike Aunt Nora, in fact she was a lot of fun but she had a bad habit of eating gassy foods and, as a result, she farted a lot around me. I hated the smell so much yet here I was, once again, heading to her house to be choked out by her farts.


"Rodney, Hi! It 's been so long!"

"Yeah, hello, Auntie Nora."

She hugged me tightly, I thought I heard her fart but if she did it didn't smell which was good.

I spent the whole day there, my mom didn't come back to pick me up until after 8:00 p.m. While I was there, I had to endure numerous farts, most of them powerful enough to kill a small animal. I could not wait to get out of there that night.


"I was just there though!"

"Rod, you haven't been there in five years!"

"Well, it feels like just yesterday."

"I don't care what it feels like, you 're going!"

I pouted to myself as I sat in the car on the way to my aunt 's house. I knew it was bad to not go in so long but I hated being in the 'gas chamber ' also known as her house.

"Hi, Rodney, how 've you been, it 's been a while hasn't it?"

"Yeah, it has been," I said, as I hugged her.

I walked in behind her.

"So what have you been up to?" she asked, sealing it with a silent, squeaking fart.

"Nothing much, just school mostly."

I could not help smelling the fart that came right at me but to my surprise, the disgusting smell was...appealing.

Later, in the living room she farted on the couch and walked away to freshen her drink and I found myself sniffing the cushions. What the hell was wrong with me!?

I laid down on the couch, trying to think when all of a sudden I saw my aunt 's jean covered ass coming toward my face, she sat for just a moment before she jumped up, startled, but not before she planted a loud, smelly fart up my nose. PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP!

"Jesus! I 'm so sorry, Rodney. I didn't know you were there."

For a moment, I was stunned, I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, all I could do was discreetly sniff the air.

" 's alright,"

She was embarrassed for the rest of the day and so was I but for other reasons. We didn't move or talk much after that, we just kind of sat in silence watching TV. I mulled over everything in my head, it was all confusing but I decided I wanted to go for it now, if I could and if not, no foul.

"Uh, Auntie Nora?"

"Yeah, hun?"

"I...uh...want to ask you something."

"What 's that?"

"You know when you farted on my face earlier today?"

Her cheeks went red with embarrassment but she stayed silent; obviously she knew what I was talking about.

"Well, I...uh...I it."

Her eyes looked at me with surprise and interest.

"I 'd...uh...I was you would fart on my face some more." I said, immediately slumping my head so I didn't have to face her.

After a long silence, "What?" She asked.

"Nothing, don't worry about it."

"No, I heard you, I just...well it caught me by surprise. my farts?"

I gulped, "Yeah."

"And you want me to fart on you?"


"Rodney, I just don't know. That seems weird."

"Yeah, you 're is weird but it 's something I 'd like you to do. I can't explain it, for years I hated your farts, no offense, but today, I couldn't get enough of them and I didn't understand it. I wanted to ask you to do this but if you don't wanna, I understand."

"I don't know what to say."

I remained silent. She did too for a while.

"Where would you want to be farted on?"

"What?" I asked, looking at her.

"Where do you want to be farted on, like on the couch or what?"

"Um...on the bed I guess."

She stood up in silence and indicated for me to do the same as we walked to the guest bedroom. I laid down on the bed. It was in this position that I finally saw how beautiful Aunt Nora was. She was pretty, young, and well formed.

"You ready?" She asked, embarrassed.

I nodded.

She slowly ascended onto the bed and took a position, straddling my chest with her thighs as her butt hovered over my face.

"You sure you want me to sit on your face?"

"Ye...hrm...yeah," I replied, sheepishly.

She, cautiously, lowered herself down onto my face, putting the minimum amount of weight she could while still having her tight, jean covered ass against my face.


A tiny fart escaped Aunt Nora 's ass, almost as if it was by accident. I took a deep sniff of the fart but its smell was hardly noticeable at all.

"How was that?" She asked, as she pulled herself off my face.

"Okay...not very smelly though."

She smiled. "Just you wait," she said as she sat down again, this time with a little more force. She was getting into this a little, I could tell.

"Here comes a nice one," she said, flatly.


Despite her less than enthusiastic tone, she was right. The fart was indeed a 'nice one, ' powerful and smelly, like cabbages. She laughed a bit as I sniffed at her fart before she rose up.


"That was great!"

"Good, have some more then," she said as she sat down again.

Immediately, PRRRRRRRPPPPP! Another fart exploded out of her.

I sniffed deeply as the smell filled my nostrils. I reached down to my pants and began to undo them. As soon as I did, she immediately got up off my face and off the bed.

"Rod, this is getting a little strange. Let 's stop."

After looking at her, disappointedly, I said, "Okay."


We adjourned to the living room. We spent pretty much the rest of our time in that room, talking. Occasionally, she would have the urge to fart and she would call me over, stick her butt in my face, and let fly. It was great but nothing like having her sit on my face.

My mom picked me up a few hours later. On the way out the door, Auntie Nora stopped me.

"Don't tell anyone about today, alright?"

"I won't."

I walked out, as I got a few feet from her door I heard her yell, "We maybe can try again sometime."

I looked at her and smiled, then I turned back towards the street where my mom 's car was waiting.

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