PART 1 - Practice

Hello, my name is Jerry, and life was pretty good for me. My mom, Melody, worked hard, and though I never knew my dad, my sister and I were always taken good care of by her. She wanted to give us the best possible life, and that she did. We weren't crazy rich or anything, upper middle class probably? But I know just saying that could sound spoiled, but trust me, I always appreciated my favorable circumstances. Being 23 and still living at home without rent allowed me a lot of luxuries most young adults don't get. I worked part time with delivery apps and that was about it, so yeah maybe I was a bit spoiled. My sister Emily was 18, having just finished up her senior year of high school. My mom, worked as a small business owner, a party bus tour company. That's as much as I'll say for privacy sake. I'll say it again, everything was great... until the covid19 pandemic hit us. And it hit us hard. As much as we were doing well, my mom wasn't the best financial manager, so when our only source of income was put on hold by the city restrictions, we were in a bad spot. Having a large emergency fund for things like this might have allowed us to ride things out, but we just didn't have it. Selling off some of the buses was an option, but the value for doing that was at it's worst. We were living within our means, but toward the top of it, so there wasn't much time to figure out a backup plan. We did have some emergency funds, but we were apparently burning through it fast. My mom was even doing uber driving to try and make up the extra, but it wasn't enough. Even I started working more, since we all had to contribute, and my perfect little life was becoming very turbulent. At first we thought it would all blow over in a few weeks, but as things kept going, we realized we were in for the long haul. Mom was determined to find a way to ride out the storm and scrape by until things got back to normal enough that she could save the business. There was a lot of talk about onlyfans going around, and she ended up giving it a try. Mom was not the kind to submit to any man, so she quickly found her groove going with the mature dominant woman route, and it was clearly working. She actually told my sister and I that she was going to be doing it, she didn't think it was wrong, so even though it may seem awkward, we were the kind of family who were very open with each other. My sister was willing to help her with photography and whatnot, which my mom allowed, but only for age appropriate stuff. She kept the more intimate stuff private, and us knowing she did that sort of thing helped us all respect that privacy more easily. Maybe a month or so into her this endeavor, she actually ended up finding a submissive man that volunteered himself for videos. Apparently that helped out a lot since actual domination content really helps draw in new fans and boost purchases. Though I can't say I was never curious, I didn't ask what she did to him specifically. Though as fate would have it, I was soon to find out.

Mom was doing pretty well, quickly realizing this had the potential to dig us out of this mess, but being new, it was still going to be a build up to get there. The videos with her video sub caught the attention of a more established creator, and she offered to come visit my mom and do a shoot together. Like I said, we were pretty open about everything, so she shared all these basic updates with my sister and I. I was happy for her, and relieved that things were looking up. This other creator was apparently quite popular and working with her was going to provide a lot of extra publicity. But here's when the shit suddenly hit the fan. At least for me. I woke up and went downstairs, surprised that mom hadn't made breakfast. I know, spoiled brat here haha, but when somebody does it every single day, you get accustomed. I found my mom sitting at the table looking stressed out.

"Morning, mom. You didn't make breakfast, is something wrong?"

she looked back at me for a moment before speaking,
"Yes... My video sub just got covid, and my shoot with (redacted, so we'll call her Ari) is today. I don't know what I'm going to do, we had everything planned out. It's not going to be the same without a slave, I'm not even sure if she'd still shoot without one."

"Oh..." i said ponderously, "well, do you know anyone else who could fill in?"

"No" she said quickly

"Aren't there like a million guys online begging for that, though?" i asked

"Jerry," she said admonishingly, "I can't just use some random guy I haven't worked with. That would be way too big of a risk, I told Ari that my guy is reliable and safe. That would be a total breach of their trust in me, plus the shoot is a couple hours away. Ari is already half way here, I should just tell them to head back and hope they aren't too upset."

"Oh, well maybe you can do it with her another time, then?" I said trying to be supportive.

"Maybe, but she's extremely busy, so it could be months from now. She might not even believe my slave has covid, she might think I'm a flake and never talk to me again..."

Clearly mom was thinking the worst thoughts, anxious from losing a great opportunity. I'm not sure what came over me, but I felt the deep need to protect my mom, just as she had always protected me and Emily.

"I'm calling he~" she said before I interrupted her.

"I'll do it" I said.

"You'll call her for me? Why would~" she said confused before I interrupted again

"No... I'll fill in for your video guy"

"JERRY, NO, you can't do that, you're my son"

"I know that, but I can tell how important this is to you, and I want to support you like you've always supported me."

"That's sweet, honey, but I'M YOUR MOM, I can't... well..." she suddenly sounded more contemplative before jerking back to her senses, "I can't put that on the internet, sweetie."

"I can wear a mask, nobody will ever know it's me."

she sort of sat there contemplative for a moment that felt much longer than it probably was.

"I do some pretty nasty things, Jer-bear" she said, using the pet name for me she sometimes did when trying to be sweet. "

"Ok, show me" i said calmly. I really don't know why I was so adamant, but something deep down wanted to help her, and once I decided something it was hard to dissuade me.

She sighed deeply, then grabbed her phone. She pulled up her fanpage and handed me the phone.

"Look through some of that, I'm going to start breakfast." she told me

I nodded and began browsing through her page. She had it on the videos tab, so I started clicking some of those. There were videos of her having her sweaty feet licked, and videos of sitting on her slave's face. As I was watching one of those, you could hear her fart loudly, right up his nose. He shuddered as she demanded he sniff it. Mom really was considering this or she wouldn't have allowed me to see this stuff, there were videos with her ass and pussy on full display, the slave mostly only being allowed to eat the asshole. She would take off her panties then take the dirty crotch part and scrub it across his tongue. He was wearing a mask in all the videos, and oddly enough I felt like he and I were similar. I could tell he was young, and fortunately he didn't much speak. Mostly a lot of "mmhmms" type noises. From what I could tell, you could pass me off as him without too much problem. The real problem? Was I really about to let my own mom do those things to me?!

Being attracted to my mom never really occurred to me before, but in some of the videos where her face wasn't on display, it was easy to see why she was doing well. She had a Mrs Incredible sort of figure, with a decent size and shaped butt, but a nice slim waistline. She always made time to stay in shape. For 41, she really did have the milf audience at her disposal. Getting exposure was all she needed, and this would help her with that. Plus, I'd heard the name of the other creator coming to visit, and she was a total babe. Honestly, to be used by her didn't sound too bad. She was a very popular female dom, probably in her mid to early 20's, and petite perfection with a juicy booty is the best way I can describe her. If I had to sniff one or two of my mom's farts to save the family, then it was the least I could do.

"I'll do it," i said, "just... don't make me eat your pussy, ok? I think I can handle everything else."

"Of course, Jerry... wait, are you sure? I might have to... fart... on you." she said awkwardly, clearly not liking the sound of the words having to come out of her mouth."

"It's fine mom, you've done more for me than I could ever repay, so let me help you this one time. After that, I'm sure your regular guy will be feeling better."

"Fuck... ok, Jerry. Thank you. I love you, son."

"I love you too mom." I told her.

"I'm still worried though." she said with a sigh

"Why?"

"You can talk a big game, but once we start, you have to do a good job or Ari will realize you're a newbie and it'll totally embarrass me."

"Even if it sucks, I'll muddle through."

"I know you will, but I'd feel a bit better if we at least practice a little first."

"Practice?"

"Yes, Jerry, practice. This is my career for the time being, so I can't take this lightly."

"So, what do I need to do?"

"Ari will be here in a few hours, so until then I'm going to break you in as my slave. Can you handle that?"

I was a bit shocked, it was like she suddenly shifted from the hesitance and embarrassment to even mention the idea, to now being ready for my service effective immediately. But it made perfect sense, she had to make sure I was ready for the shoot, or it would all be for nothing.

"Yeah, I can handle it" i said a bit more sheepishly than I would have liked.

"That's yes, mistress, understand, slave?"

"Umm, yes mistress." I muttered.

"Good boy, now crawl over here and kiss my ass."

She was at the stove cooking up some bacon, and I suddenly realized how fucking awkward this was about to be. I slowly began, but she noticed my hesitation, chiding me

"On all fours, come on now."

I did as told and began to crawl over to her.

"Start with 5 kisses on each cheek, then I want you to stick your face into my ass as deep as you can."

Was this really happening? I didn't have the time to question it, as I did as she was telling me. He ass was clad in some thin cotton pajama pants that she'd slept in, blue and white checkerprint. I kissed each cheek, alternating until 5 on each had been planted. Then I paused slightly before following through, sticking my face deeply into my own mother's shapely peach. The smell immediately hit me, when was the last time she showered? The musk was unreal, I immediately pulled away only to find her hand at the back of my head to shove me back in.

"This is why I wanted to make sure we practiced first, you are never to pull away from your mistress' scent, slave. Now sniff deeply, then thank me for allowing you to do so."

It was so humiliating, so disgusting, yet I needed to make her proud. I sniffed deeply, resisting the strong urge to gag, and I could sense the silence as she waited for me to finish my task.

"Thank you for allowing me the privilege of sniffing your ass, mistress."

"good boy" she cooed, sounded too much like she was enjoying this, "I'll allow you to continue doing so."

Wow, her ass stench was so strong, I wanted to say "bitch, you should be thanking ME" but I of course didn't,

"Thank you, Mistress" i said, as I returned my face to her stench ridden crack, inhaling the musky arouma again, and again.... aaaand again.

~How long does she expect me to sit here sniffing?!~ I wondered before the ambient noises of crackling bacon were finally broken,

"Here's a reward for you, slave, be ready to sniff it up"

She wouldn't... oh wait, of course she would, this was important "practice" after all.

A large and loud rippling fart suddenly shot into my nostrils and I coughed at the stench as my sinuses felt the burn. She actually giggled, and told me,

"Not bad, but I can smell it a little, try getting the whole thing down, slave. Here's another for you"

For some insane reasoning, I actually tried to do as she said, breathing out in preparation to take the whole fart down. The last fart must have been a warm up, because she proceeded to unleash a beastly fart that rumbled like an earthquake across my face for 4 seconds, mom shimmying her ass back and forth as she finished it, smearing it around. I got a lot of it, but damn, it was too big and too wretched for any human to accomplish what she'd asked of me, right?

But before mom had the chance to critique my sniffing, a loud and boisterous

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT" could be heard from behind us.

Emily had woken up, and she just caught sight and sound of something very unexpected...

PART 2 - Emily

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT"

The shocked words from my younger sister Emily rang out loudly, and they caught both me and my mom by surprise.

We both simultaneously turned around to look at her, our faces likely turning red.

"Oh fuck, Emily that scared me" my Mom said with the sort of sigh you have after a jump scare.

"Sorry, but... WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" Emily asked, her voice full of incredulity.

"Oh right..." Mom said, pausing a bit before starting to explain everything. "My slave got sick, so he can't make the shoot today. You know how important this is for me, so well..." she paused again to take a step closer to me and began petting my hair like I was a dog,

"Jerry volunteered to fill in" you could hear the slight embarrassment in her voice, wondering if Emily was going to judge her for accepting such a ridiculous request.

"Ohhhh" she said, letting her shoulders relax with a sigh of her own, "That's fucking awesome!"

"Really?" mom said a bit startled by Emily's acceptance "You don't think it's weird, or gross for him to help me like that?"

"Oh, it's TOTALLY weird AND gross!" she said with a laugh, "I thought I was stumbling onto some weird pervy secret, but this is for the family, so go mom! And go Jerry, you rock, sniff those farts, bro!!"

Mom blushed a bit from further embarrassment. I figured I should say something, but all I could manage was a reserved, "Umm, thanks, Emily."

"So wait," Emily continued with a slight giddiness, she clearly found this amusing, "If he's helping with your shoot, why are you farting on him NOW?"

"For practice, sweetie" mom told her "It would be too risky for him to experience all of this for the first time when Aria's here."

"Ahh, slave training, makes perfect sense." she said with a satisfied look of understanding, pausing as if she was finished before a spark of inspiration suddenly lit up her face,

"WAIT, CAN I HELP!?" Emily said, the words nearly exploding out of her mouth in excitement

I sat there blushing, knowing my mom was the only one who could respond to that, and she'd surely shut her down quickly

"Emily, no, I can't let you~" (See, I knew mom would shut you down, there's no way she'd let you join in) I began thinking as I looked to Emily's face as it lost some of it's luster from my mom's words. But mom's words died out as she noticed Emily's puppy dog eyes.

"Emily" mom said in a sigh, her stance clearly beginning to bend.

Uh oh...

"I'm 18 now, mom... and you DID say I could start helping you out more with work"

"That's true..." mom acquiesced. She put her hand to her chin, clearly giving it some deep though before finally continuing, "Well, I suppose there are few things that I could use your help with."

Emily's face lit up brightly, while my eyes drifted to the floor. I was really not looking forward to having to serve my sister on top of my mom. For the rest of our lives, she was going to have some serious teasing fuel.

"Like what?!" Emily said, seemingly waiting for my mom to tell her, but then interjecting herself again, "Can I kick him in the balls?!"

Can she WHAT!? I thought to myself, nervously looking to mom

Mom giggled a bit as she spoke, "No, no, Em, I'll be doing that myself to make sure it's done right, just to be safe." Emily's face deflated a little again, but brightened up after mom's next words.

"I was thinking he could give you a good foot cleaning while you have breakfast. I was going to have him do mine, but it'll be better if I keep them fresh for the shoot tonight."

"Ooh, yay! I've been wanting to try that, actually." she said in a bratty entitled tone, while giving me a little devilish look that said more than words could. I'll be clear, Emily was a good person, and a good sister, but she was also a spoiled brat, and unlike me, who left my mom's private life a lot more private, Emily seemed to have taken a deeper interest, and was apparently quite familiar with a lot of mom's various activities.

also... WHAT THE FUCK?! BALL KICKING?! I didn't see any ball kicking on the page, I should have looked harder... I guess I could back out, but Aria was on her way, the longer we went, the more embarrassed my mom would be. I couldn't do that to her, I could only trust that she wasn't going to put me through anything I couldn't handle.

"Perfect," my mom said, "you haven't showered today have you?"

"Not for a couple, actually" Emily responded with an impish giggle, "Do you want me to?"

"Oh heavens, no!" mom shot back with a small chuckle, "Just making sure it's good practice for my new slave boy here. That's how you should refer to him, by the way. He needs to get used to it."

"Oh of course, mom!" she said, then turning her attention to me, "What do you say, Slave, looking forward to giving my feet a good tongue bath?"

"Uhh, yes" i started, hesitating on how to address her, but my mom was on the uptake "Princess" she interjected, "and try not say 'umm' every time you respond, it shows hesitancy. A good slave never hesitates, and thanks his Mistress or Princess for everything they allow him to do."

Emily was giggling, her face grinning from ear to ear as I spoke again

"Yes, Princess, I'm looking forward to it greatly."

"Good boy"

"Good boy"

the two of them said in unison before erupting in laughter together.

This was going to be a long day...

"So, may I use him now?" Emily asked mom

"Not just yet," mom told her, "I'm still making breakfast and I think I've got a few more farts for this lucky boy here." She said grabbing my face under the chin and leading it back into her ass crack. (fuck, it was musky in there) "But I have something else you can do to help"

"What is it?" Emily said as I thought the same exact thing

"Well, just like my feet, I don't wanna waste all the good treats practicing, so if you have any dirty socks and panties, grabbing those would be really helpful."

"Oh, I've got some!" she said with braggadocios tone, one that clearly implied a certain filthiness to the garments in question.

"Wonderful" mom said with satisfaction, cheerfully humming to herself as she turned back to her cooking. I can assume Emily was walking away for the task at hand, when mom turned back suddenly

"Emily wait"

"What's up?"

"This is going to be a good one, mind filming it for me? It just seems like a waste not to."

"OF COURSE!" Emily gleefully agreed, pulling out her phone I imagined, before saying "Rolling!"

Mom shot back into her mistress mode with ease,

"Now now, slave boy, you probably don't deserve it, but I'm going to give you another treat. What do you say?"

I knew I had to play the part... but damn it was hard to act like I love this shit

"Thank you mistress, I don't deserve your wonderful farts." To be honest, I think I worded it that way so that it could be true, I didn't deserve to be treated this way, but I had to accept my role in this moment to save the family.

"Good boy" she cooed, but I think this one is a bit too much to sniff down, so open that dirty little mouth of yours and make a good seal over my asshole"

All I could do was, well, do it. I pushed my mouth and lips deep into her ass crack until I felt what should be her asshole. I surrounded it with my extended lips, awaiting the cruel treatment I was about to receive. And receive it I did, a tremendous blast erupted forth, causing my face to jolt from the shock, but I persevered. As a deep, loud, rumbling fart made it's way into mouth. The noise echoing in a strangely unsettling way that continued for at least 4-5 seconds. The taste was odd, hard to describe, but let's just say I was glad to have panties and pajamas to filter out any particulates. The warm and meaty, yet decidedly shitty tasting gasses nearly made me gag, but my will and resilience won out this time.

Emily could be heard snorting as she tried, quite poorly, to keep herself quiet, the hilarity of the sight in front of her too much to bear.

"Did you finish your meal, slave?" mom asked me, though seemingly rhetorical, as she kept her ass firmly planted on my face, "Take some big sniffs to see if you missed any of it" she said while suddenly wiggling and smearing her ass all around, really putting on a show for the camera, grinding my face like it was a lap and her giving one heck of a dance. I sniffed, and to my pleasant surprise I think I DID get it all. Mom then sniffed the air herself, "I think you're getting the hang of this, slave, keep it up if you don't want to be..." she said pausing slightly as she then put a hand to my balls and gave them a very light squeeze, "punished" she said while simultaneously giving my balls repeated light taps. It was light, but it did HURT! I groaned, and she let out an evil cackle in response. I guess I'd just assumed mom was doing these things because she HAD to, like me now, but it was becoming clear just how much she actually enjoyed them...

"Ok, that seemed like a good spot to cut, so I stopped it" Emily said,

"Thanks, sweetie, you're the best."

"Clearly, that's YOU, mom." she said gassing mom up, "you're so good at putting men in their place!"

"Aww, thanks, hun" mom said sweetly, grabbing my hair and smearing my face again, before letting out a small toot. It caught me by surprise and I missed most of it, but that actually made it stink more as the fart spread out, creating a more lingering stench. (Funny enough, when you suck down a fart in one go, it stinks stronger at first, but since it's all in one go, the stink doesn't linger long.) Apparently mom wasn't happy about that.

"For the bigger ones. I'll usually give you a warning, slave, but not always. Little ones like that are good practice for you, you need to be ready at all times to suck down a fart. If I fart unexpectedly, I expect to hear you sniffing frantically, like it's the breath of life and sniffing as much of it as possible will bring prosperity upon your family."

"You're so dramatic, mom!" Emily chimed in, laughing, "But that last bit is actually true!"

Mom also laughed, "Hey, you're right! Must by why I said it" she said, laughing some more.

"Hey mom..." Emily said in a tone that was oddly reserved

"What is it, Em? mom asked with slight concern at her tone.

"Welllllll..." she said, dragging it out, "I have to fart."

"Emily, I don't think..." mom started to say before pausing

I can only imagine Emily was doing her famous puppy dog eyes that ALWAYS seemed to work on mom...

"Ohh, fiiine" mom yielded, "it'll help with his training after all."

I could hear a joyous squee from Emily, and hear her bounding toward us. Come one, man, I was the hero here, where's the respect, where's the appreciation, where the glory, the honor, th~

my head was suddenly yanked out of my mom's ass, Emily now grasping me by the hair, and guiding my face into her leggings clad ass. I'll admit, as brief as the sight was, her ass was quite nice to behold. In pastel pink leggings, I could see her perfect figure on full display. Her ass was toned and shapely, the kind any guy would stare at. Maybe I could get through by focusing on tha~ OH FUCK, Emily's ass was even worse than Moms. Hadn't showered in days? Smelled like a couple weeks! Has covid really just devolved us into smelly isolated beasts?

I couldn't help myself, I coughed and made a slight gagging sound.

"Sniff!" my mom yelled out

"Yeah, sniff my ass, slave" Emily commanded, "and where are your manners?"

I sniffed deeply, this time enduring the stench, "I'm sorry, Princess, your ass smells incredible, thank you for letting me sniff it. Please allow me to sniff your fart as well."

"Much better." Emily said approvingly, "Well, since you asked me so nicely..."

she gripped my hair again and shoved my nose up against her ass so tightly that when she released her trumpeting fart, I hardly had to sniff at all. It mostly shot straight into my nose, but I sniffed with it as well, getting what I could only assume was the whole 3 second long fart. It was higher pitched, and smelled more rotten than Mom's, probably from eating her fair share of junk food. It puttered out, raising in pitch slightly as it went. I thought that was it, but then she let out 2 tiny after-fart farts that felt more like for humiliation than anything else. I sniffed those too, sniffing frantically to try and get anything I might have missed. I really shouldn't be taking this in stride so much, I should tell them I've had enough of practice and save it for later. But whenever I considered that, my mind always went to my mom, working day after day, ceaselessly trying to provide a good life for us. Could I really let a little humiliation, embarrassment, and a few stinky farts to the face stop me from helping my mom like she helped me? Sure this was awful, but she was just trying to prepare me for later. If I gave up now, I'd never forgive myself should things turn for the worse.

Emily let out a relieved "Ahhh" as she wiggled her butt back and forth, treating my nose like the ball in a game of pong. "How did that smell, slave?" she asked with another evil grin, knowing that no matter how bad it was, I was expected to express enjoyment. The rival sibling urge to say something snarky was there, but I had to press it down.

"It smelled wonderful, Princess, thank you so much for the treat."

Emily erupted in laughter, she just couldn't help herself. This was too rich, her typically bratty brother willingly sniffing her fart and then thanking her for it. Her expression struck fear into my soul, as everything I could read from it was saying ~I could really get used to this~, then, to my horror, she actually said it...

"Wow, I could really get used to this"

I for one, could NOT.

Mom chimed in as well, "The feeling of power can be pretty addictive" she giggled

"You can say that again," Emily admitted, "I'll go grab those dirty panties you asked for" she said, darting off.

"Socks too!" mom called after her.

"Of course!" Emily shouted from the other room, "I'm sure I've got some nice crusty ones around here somewhere!"

Mom only snapped her fingers twice, clearly wanting me to get back in position. As I returned my nose to it's smelly responsibilities, I could only wonder what the fuck I had gotten myself into...

PART 3 - Dominance

As I returned my face to Mom's ass, I sniffed deeply and caught myself on a concerning feeling of relief. Somehow mom's ass now felt like a vacation after Emily's putrid stench. Mom's much still an intense and musky aroma, but going from one to the other somehow made it feel like Mom's ass wasn't so bad. I realized that mom was really right all along, practice like this would make me much better prepared for the events of the evening. So I yet again stomached my pride, committing my heart to be the best slave for her I could be.

Of course, that conviction immediately wavered when a violent fart tore it's way through my sinuses, mom even letting out a chuckle. The humiliation was eating me, but I couldn't give up now. I'd already decided to do it, I would pay her back for all the sacrificed she made for me.

"Good job, slave" she said, "that was a decent one and you got it down nicely. Of course that's expected of you now, so don't expect any more compliments for doing the bare minimum."

"Yes, mistress, thank you for your wonderful farts" I said, my mind beginning to wander again. She really was taking this training seriously, advancing my expectations a step further.

"you're most certainly..." she paused as she let out another monster fart blast "welcome" she finished

How fucking gassy was she?! It was like a constant stream suddenly. I sniffed aggressively though, not wanting to disappoint her expectations. I could hear her still cooking, and we stayed there for a couple minutes, her letting out a few more smaller toots, when Emily got back.

"Ok, mom, I wrangled up some goodies for mr fart breath to enjoy" she teased

I wanted mom to reprimand her for humiliating me like that, but she didn't... She turned around, releasing my face from her cheeks, but putting a hand on my head to lightly grip my hair, a subtle but powerful gesture of control.

"Oh, perfect timing, I just finished up breakfast. Let's sit down, slave will worship your feet while you show me those goodies!"

Emily put her hands together in a gleeful expression of anticipation, "ok!" she said as she sat down at the kitchen table.

"Slave, go slide under her chair with your head underneath her feet." mom commanded

"Yeah, hurry up, slave boy!" Emily added like a brat.

I had to choice, well I guess I could have had one, but I'd thrown that idea away, so I quickly crawled over and slid my body underneath the chair. It wasn't too hard, we had black wooden chairs that didn't have support bars, so aside from my arms having to be to myself, it wasn't too uncomfortable. That was until I remember why I was down here...

Emily immediately put her bare feet over my face, smearing them in. They were visibly dirty, as she would typically go barefoot around our hard wood floored home. She'd even go barefoot outside, which I unsuccessfully tried NOT to think about as I was face to foot with them up close. Was I really about to LICK them CLEAN?! That dirt was deeply embedded, that would take some seriously work... I couldn't think long about that though, as her filthy toes began fondled my nose and lips, causing an extremely cheesy smell to permeate my senses.

"Make sure he sniffs a bit before you have him start licking" mom said as she joined Emily at the table with plates full of bacon, eggs, and pancakes.

"You heard her, slave, SNIFF MY STINKY FEET!" she said with power, bending to look me in the eye with a devilish grin. She also had her phone in her hand, which I didn't think much of, until I heard mom say

"Emily, you shouldn't be filming this, you know you can't send that to anyone!"

That little brat was FILMING ME!? I know I agreed to be on film, but for mom's work, not for her amusement. I wanted to say something, but mom clearly had this under control.

"Sorry, mom" Emily said quickly before explaining herself, "it's just really crazy, Jerry's sniffing my dirty feet, so I wanted to be able to keep the memory for myself, that's all!"

"Well, I trust you, so that's ok I suppose. Just be careful, sweetie. I can't have anyone find out about this."

"Of course, mom!" Emily said, "Should we put him in the mask now, just to be safe?"

"That's a good idea, sweetie, I'll go grab that now." mom said

Great, not only did I have to practice, but I had to do it wearing a mask, which I could assume was not all too comfortable to have to wear all day. And... wait... mom was OK with her filming me?!?! Wow, I was taking blow after blow today... I couldn't believe this, but I looked up and realized I was about to take at least one more blow.

After mom left the room, Emily was filming me again as she began to speak,

"Do you like the smell of my stinky feet, slave boy?"

I should have protested, but mom clearly didn't say she couldn't film me, and I had promised myself to take whatever they could dish out, for mom's sake. I had to comply, to give her what she wanted.

"Yes, princess, they smell amazing. Thank you for letting me sniff them."

"Of course, I always reward my loyal slaves." she said with such entitlement, I wanted to puke. "They're sooo dirty though, aren't you grossed out?"

"I could never be grossed out by your perfect feet, Princess, it would be my honor to lick them clean for you." I wanted to throw up again from having to say those words, but somehow they also came naturally. It was as if that was the obvious response that she was looking for, so it came effortlessly.

"Very good, you deserve an extra treat after all." she said, standing up from the chair, it seemed that she'd switched to selfie mode, holding her phone up to get her face, ass, and me in the shot.

"Thank you, princess" I said mildly as she proceeded to drop forward and squat down, lining her asshole up with my nose. The pink leggings were really highlighting just how perfect her body really was, but as the foul musk hit my senses again, I remembered just how bleak this day was turning out for me. Yet I knew what I had to do, and immediately made nice loud sniffs, making sure they'd pick up on camera. Even if this was fucked up, and for Emily's own amusement, I couldn't pass up this opportunity to prove that I could perform above expectations when under pressure.

She wiggled my ass, smearing my nose into her asshole even deeper, before saying, "Readyyy?"

She was waiting for me to exhale, which I did, I expected her to fart, but she seemed to know I would wait to breath in until she farted, making me wait in anticipation and pain. She had actually stuck her hand over my mouth as well so that I didn't have the option of taking a breath that way. I finally ran out of patience and stamina, so I began to gasp through my nose, but somehow, in a showing of natural talent that was a bit concerning to witness, she blasted her fart out at that very moment. The exact moment I was desperate for air, for breath to live upon, her fart was there to supplant it and fill me with her noxious fumes. I coughed a little, and since I still needed OXYGEN, not whatever the fuck farts are made of, I had to frantically breath through my nose again and again, but it was flush up to her asshole, so breathing was not an easy task. It was the same result as what I was normally expected to do, breathing up farts enthusiastically, but this time out of pure necessity. She'd pulled off a maneuver that expertly forced me to frantically breath her fart whether I wanted to or not. The only way I can describe the feeling was "Dominance" she wanted to truly dominate me in that moment by taking it a step further. She was a natural, and in some ways, I had a very conflicted respect for it. To put it simply, I was impressed, and it actually managed to qualm some to the frustration I had over being used in such a manner. But it still pissed me off...

"Somebody is really loving their treat" Emily teased, finally releasing the hand over my mouth so that I could speak.

"Yes, princess, I love your farts so much, thank you for letting me sniff them.

"Good boy" she said as she gave me a little smack to the balls.

She continued to wiggle her butt on my nose a bit longer until she heard mom's footsteps and got her feet back to my face. As much as she was allowed to partake, it was clear she was pushing the limits and didn't want to take a chance at being reprimanded. I didn't say anything, mom had too much to worry about, and after today this would all be in the past...

...right?

PART 4 - Salty

Peeking through my younger sister's stinky, dirty feet, I could see my mom approach with a mask in hand. It was a simple synthetic fabric mask with eye holes and nose, and a large hole for both my mouth and nose. She had me sit up, and she placed it over my head, tying some strings in the back that secured it to my face. I didn't really like the feeling of it, but I was relieved that my identity was a now obscured. As I returned to my position on the floor under Emily's feet, however, she was less enthused.

"I know I suggested it, but it's way less fun. I liked feeling his real face under my feet" she said with a giggle.

"Yeah, I feel the same way" Mom sighed, "but it does help with the whole vibe for videos at least" she added

"Yeah, that's true. At least I still have SOME face to play with" she teased as she began wiggling her toes all over the uncovered area of my mouth and nose. "Big sniffs, you heard mom earlier!"

All I could do was as she commanded. I sniffed deeply, the cheesy smell being so strong as she continued wiggling her toes, she would wedge my nose in between different toes as I kept sniffing. It was terrible. There was a touch of musk that reminded me that I was not sniffing cheese, but dirty dried sweat covered feet that had been who knows where. I tried to push the thought out of my mind, but I knew this was only going to get worse...

"Ok, have him start licking now" mom said nonchalantly, the clear sound of food in her mouth. Like she couldn't even be bothered to swallow before making her next demand...

"You heard her, slave! CLEAN. MY. DIRTY. FEET!" she said dramatically, and with pause to emphasize each word. She was drunk on this sudden power. It seems obvious now that she was always a total brat, but I guess she respected me enough to not push it... before now that is. Were things ever going to be the same after this? I was doing this for the fami~

"TONGUE OUT!" she said, bopping my mouth with her feet.

Right... I had work to do. "Sorry Princess" I said, "I was caught up in your perfection", and stuck my tongue out.

I had to say something to appease her, I figured.

"Well, I suppose that's and acceptable excuse. I would hate to think you weren't fully appreciating how lucky you are to clean my adorable feetsies. Don't you agree?" she asked with a menacing grin, hovering her filthy toes over my face.

"Yes, princess, I'm so lucky, please allow me to clean them for you."

"Well, who am I to deny you of such a pleasure" she said triumphantly before lowering right foot to my outstretched tongue.

As she wiped and smeared her toes and the ball of her foot across my tongue, the thing that stood out the most was the saltiness. If I didn't know I was licking a foot, I'd probably think it was the world's worst potato chip. It was salty, earthy, and also funky. I tried my best not to think of what I was actually ingesting right now...

"Mmm, tasty, huh?" she giggled, slightly pulling away for me to respond.

"Delicious, Princess, thank you so much" I lied. I'll admit, it wasn't as bad as I feared, but the idea of it made it a miserable experience. Her foot would quickly dry my tongue as I licked, forcing me to continuously swallow and re-moisten it. As weird as it sounded, my mentality was still to succeed at my task. I was asked to CLEAN her feet, and as nasty as the idea was, I intended to accomplish it. I aggressively licked and even sucked at her feet whenever it was pressed to my lips. This did not go unnoticed.

"Somebody's eager to please" Emily giggled as she continued smearing her feet around "Don't forget between the toes" she added as she began spreading her toes for my to lick between.

I stretched my tongue and snaked it into every crevice. The was a concerning amount of what I assume must have been sock lint... or just general filth.

"Lick up all that tasty toe-jam" she said laughing, and I could hear mom join into laughing as well"

That quick quip did NOT help my mentality, but I was too deep and too invested in powering through to let it slow me down. I cleaned EVERYTHING. She stuck her heel into my mouth, and I licked, sucked, and even nibbled it to scrape any filth off with my teeth. This whole time, I should say, she was just casually talking with mom, but the comments toward me are about all I remember clearly. They seemed to get less and less frequent as she settled into her role as my superior. At one point she shoved her big toe into my mouth and simply said, "Suck".

She really seemed to like that part, as she kept dipping her foot in and out, making sure every toe got it's fair share of attention. I suddenly heard mom's voice,

"While he's sucking your toes, put your other foot over his nose so he has something nice to sniff" she chuckled

"Oh great idea, add some extra, FLAVOR" Emily emphasized

"Exactly!" mom laughed again.

I had to suck and suck while sniffing at her still filthy left foot. Ugh, I had done such a proper cleaning of her right foot, I'd nearly forgotten how potent they'd once been. It didn't feel good to know all of that stench went into my stomach...

After what felt like ages, but was probably more like 5 minutes, Emily spoke up again.

"Let's see if you can fit all 5 in there" as she prodded at my stretched mouth with her foot, trying to get all 5 toes into my mouth at the same time. "Pull it open for me" she commanded me, so I used my right hand to stretch out my mouth so that her last little toe could slip into my mouth.

"They fit!" she squealed, grabbing her phone again and pointing it at me as she wiggled her foot around, using it to move my head around and then stuffing it even deeper. She stood up suddenly, having the dexterity to easily do so despite having one foot deeply inserted into my mouth.

"Let's see how deep we can go!" she declared, still pointing her phone down to me.

I heard mom shift, likely to watch. I honestly thought she'd stop Emily, but she didn't. I assumed she wanted to see how I'd handle it. Emily foot gagged me, making my eyes water, after pushing it surprisingly deep into my throat. I could feel her toes shoving themselves into a smaller and smaller space. I was gagging and trying not to hurl.

"Need to shut up a man?" Emily began her obvious joke set up "Try a mouthful of toes! A tasty treat none can resist!" she teased as she leaning down to get a closeup. "Isn't that right, slave?" she said, finally prying her foot free from my exhausted jaw.

"Yes, princess, your toes are irresistible." I wheezed out.

Emily laughed, put her phone away, and sat back down.

"Welp, time for my next foot" she giggled, swapping feet in a surprisingly graceful way.

"I'll show you another trick" mom said, walking over to us. "Grab one of these dirty socks, annnd..." she squatted down, filthy sock in hand. "Put it over his nose, and tuck it into the mask to keep it into place." Mom said as she did exactly that.

From my perspective, I could only shudder as I finally saw the dirty sock in question. It was a pastel yellow no show sock, but calling it yellow would be a bit generous at this point. It was absolutely disgustingly dirty. I silently hoped it was merely stained, as the amount of dirtiness on the bottom approached my face... It felt like slow motion as I watched mom bring the sock to my nose. She had lined up the dirty toes spot to my nostrils, and I could immediately smell the overwhelmingly musky scent. Unlike the feet themselves which were cheese with some funk, these were funk with some cheese. And perhaps the worst of it was the crusty texture.

What had she been doing in these!? She definitely hadn't washed them in ages. Mom tucked the sock under my mask, the sock resting between my eyes and on my forehead, then used two fingers to press it against my nostrils.

"SNIFF," mom commanded, and I did. It was wretched, but I wasn't going to be defeated here. I. WILL. ENDURE.

I sniffed loudly and audibly. From my enthusiastic sniffing, one might assume I actually enjoyed this. I'm not sure anyone could enjoy THIS, but I was determined to act like it...

"Brilliant as always, mom. This is why you're the queen" Emily said giggling as I continued sniffing.

"Just a trick I've picked up, no big deal." Mom said with false modesty as she sat back down, "Use your other foot to press it into his nose, that way he gets ALL of your stink" she added.

"Way ahead of you!" Emily replied, and she wasn't kidding, that's exactly what she had done the second mom turned away.

The two of them laughed together a bit more, before Emily put her left foot to my lips and said, "Clean". She said it so simply, like this was just a basic part of the day, as if nothing special was happening. What a terrifying thought. A thought that was quickly overshadowed by the salty taste of her uncleaned foot. But this time, I had her nasty sock engulfing my sense of smell. If you know how smell and taste work together, then you're probably already aware of what I was now experiencing, but if not, I'll enlighten you. Your sense of smell greatly enhances the level of taste you experience, so it was as if this foot was 3x funkier than the previous one. The previously tolerable taste, was now a nearly vomit educing flavor. But I would not yield. I would adapt and overcome. I licked and lapped with just as much conviction, and sniffed deeply of her stinky sock. She had her right foot constantly pressed up to the sock, making all of my air filtered through it. I probably should have mouth breathed more, but I was determined not to run from this. I had to face it head on. And whenever I was on suck duty, there wasn't any escape from the stink even if I wanted to. No, this was my task, and I'd complete it with conviction. After a particularly audible sniff, I got a reaction from mom,

"He's really doing a good job it seems"

"Surprisingly so" Emily said with a giggle, "these socks are no joke."

"They DID seem pretty rank" mom said with a giggle on her own.

"Yeah, I never wash these" Emily said, and only I was aware of her smearing them in just a little more as she said it.

"Let me see" mom said, as Emily passed her the other yellow sock"

I heard mom make a little "sniff sniff" noise followed by a retching one, and then

"EMILY!!!" mom exclaimed

"WHAT?!" Emily said laughing, you asked for stinky ones!

"These are beyond stinky, Em."

"Psh, I've worn socks way stinker than that, these are nothing" Emily declared proudly

I did NOT like the implication of that. But this was temporary, I reminded myself...

"You're something else, hun" mom sighed

"He's doing fine down there, anyway." Emily laughed, "You love my stinky little socks, don't you slavie?"

Slavie? I inwardly questioned her attempt at seeming cute and innocent. But not for too long, I didn't want to hesitate, I had to show confidence.

"They smell wonderful, Princess Emily" I said, before taking a deep and audible sniff to punctuate my point.

"See." she said smugly.

Mom sighed again, "ok ok, you win. Good job putting up with her royal highness, slave. I'll have to reward you later." mom said.

It was nice, as it felt like for the first time in a while, she was letting her concern for my well-being slip through the cracks of her training mode. The rest of breakfast went fine. I finished thoroughly cleaning Emily's feet and she gave me a patronizing pat on the head (pun intended), before declaring,

"Well, after a big meal like that, I could sure do with a poo..." gosh she was corny sometimes...

"But I'm happy to help with more training after" she continued with a glare in my direction.

"Sounds good, sweetie" mom said, "Want to do some facesitting while we watch shows together?"

"Of course!" Emily said, clearly eager to to humiliate me further.

"Ok, see you after you release the Kraken" mom joked to Emily, I guess mom was just as corny sometimes...

"Ok!" Emily said energetically before changing tones to a more mischievous one, "But first..."

she stepped over to me and brought her ass down to my face before letting out a massive, and disconcertingly sloppy sounding fart. It smelled like pure shit. Unlike the farts before, this one was deeply flavored by her waiting bowel movement. But I had a job to do, and with her ass to my nostrils, I sniffed it deeply. I didn't want mom to know how bad it smelled, it was better to let her focus on getting ready than to be worried about me.

Emily laughed diabolically letting out a relived "Ahhh" sound before saying "I'd hate to waste a good pre-poop fart". I could hear mom audibly sigh again, likely realizing as I had, that she'd created a monster.

"Emily, what am I going to do with you?" mom said with mock disapproval

"Love me, and spoil me rotten?" she said teasingly

"Something like that" mom laughed "Now go poop, we don't need you sharting on your brother" mom added, likely referring to how questionable Emily's last fart had been.

That was NOT a pleasant thought... thanks mom...

"Right! Pooping, I shall doo the greatest poo that ever graced a loo." Emily said, with a clearly forced laugh at her terrible attempt at a joke. "Don't worry slave, your favorite princess will be right back to sit on that lucky face of yours." she added

she was clearly loving this fantasy of my supposed enjoyment of her foul scents and disgusting tasks. Still, I was about to indulge her ego again with a thank you, but mom was actually starting to get annoyed, "Emily" she said flatly.

"Sorry mom." Emily said more seriously, but perked up again "I'm just excited!"

Meanwhile I already didn't much like the thought of Emily taking a huge shit right before sitting on my face... I liked it even less after what she said next...

She looked down at me and said "I'm so excited I might just forget to wipe," sticking her tongue out and winking at the same time. I could hear mom take in a deep breath, and I'm sure Emily could as well, quickly bounding away to finally go poop before mom could reprimand her.

Seriously, what had I gotten myself into...

PART 5 - Laundry Day

"I'm so excited, I might just forget to wipe"

Emily's words bounced around in my mind like a pinball racking up points... Not the good kind of points, well not to me at least. For her, they most certainly were. I phased back to reality at the sound of mom's voice.

"Jer-bear" she said waving a hand over my face. Apparently I'd not heard her at first.

"Are you ok, hun?" mom said sounding concerned for once. "You've really had a lot to deal with, it's ok if it's too much~"

"NO" I firmly interrupted. "I mean, sure it's a lot, but I knew what I was signing up for, mom." I said, slightly stretching the truth. This was going to help all of us, and I couldn't let mom get cold feet now. Knowing she actually cared was good enough."

"Aww, thanks Jerry. You know how much this means to me. I've been doing my best to stay in character, but it's not as easy as I make it look. It's just important~"

"For me to be fully prepared," I interrupted again as she seemed to be straining to find the right words to describe it, when I already understood.

"You're doing amazing, mom" i told her reassuringly, "Getting me ready for everything now will make sure things go well later. I can handle it."

She nodded in concession before speaking, "Still... Emily's getting a bit out of control, I should probably reign her in."

"Don't." I said calmly yet firmly. Mom looked a bit surprised and seem about to question me, before I kept speaking, "I know she's getting carried away, and it's annoying, sure... but you've got Ari coming tonight and you won't be able to fully control her either. Maybe she'll be even worse, so it's best to use this as training just like you said. For both of us really."

Where the hell had that come from? I had wanted mom to reign Emily in, but when the opportunity came, my brain suddenly shifted towards helping mom as much as possible. Everything I said was true, at least I felt that it was. Having a rogue element like Emily made it a much more effective practice for Mom's duo dom shoot with Ari. Still, I was surprised by my own words, perhaps even more than she was. It just sort of came out, and only afterward did I realize it meant more insufferable treatment from the princess from the land of stink.

"O-ok, Jer. I hadn't thought of it that way, but you're right. You're the best slave son a mother could ask for." she said with a laugh that I returned with one of my own. Then she said "Ok, I'm going back into character. I'm glad we had this talk though, I needed it." then she looked up and straight ahead put both hands to her head and closed her eyes, simulating a transformation I guessed, then she was back to mistress mode.

"What a good little slave boy you are." she said, "I made sure to hold in all my smelly farts over breakfast just for you, aren't I the nicest?"

"Yes mistress, please allow me to sniff them up for you"

"So eager" she said with a sultry grin, "I'm not sure you've earned a reward like that just yet, though." She grabbed the chair that was still over my torso and moved it, gently brought her slippered foot to my crotch and pressed on my dick and balls lightly before continuing, "prove that you really want it."

"Yes Mistress, I want it, please" I said a bit nervously

"spread" she said, tapping my leg with her foot. I did as she asked, definitely not looking forward to this... then it happened, she kicked me in the balls. It wasn't too hard, but it was right on the money and made me "uuhgh" with impact.

"What do you want?" she said in a disciplinarian way

"To smell your delicious farts, Mistress" I declared convincingly before she kicked my balls again, even harder. I groaned a lot louder this time.

"And you're willing to earn those delicious farts, right, slave"

"Yes, Mistress" I said before she kicked me again, harder than the last.

The pain was starting to really become intense. It wasn't like she was full power punting, but she knew what she was doing, and every solid kick was directly impacting my family jewels.

"I don't know, these are pretty valuable farts, are you really sure you deserve them?"

"I don't deserve, nor am I entitled to your wonderful farts, Mistress" I croaked out with surprising conviction, "But I'll take as many kicks as you deem necessary to prove my desire" I said. And to be fair, that last part was true. I WAS willing to take the kicks to prove my desire to help her.

"Ok slave, you've convinced me" she said seemingly ending my torture, but as soon as I started to relax she kicked my again... and again, aaaaand again. THREE FUCKING KICKS in succession. "ooooooo" I groaned, writhing around from the aching pain. But somehow managing to remember to reply.

"Thaaank yooou, Miiistress" I squeezed out somehow.

"You're welcome, fart slave" she giggled before walking over to straddle my head.

"Say ahh" she said as she squatted down, looking into my eyes as I opened my mouth for her. She lined up her asshole with my mouth. I guess I somehow failed to mention the pants she was wearing earlier, so I'll do that now. They were those hippie sorta pants with crazy designs, but the kind that really wedges up a girl's ass to show off her ass cheeks. They were soft and thin, and she had no problems getting her ass down to make a seal with my mouth.

The fart that proceeded into my open mouth was by far the largest of the day. It kept going and going, I could feel it fill up my mouth before making it's way up through my nose. It was an odd feeling, and the stench and flavor were unreal. Perhaps I'd been just a bit too hasty in assuming Emily was much worse than mom in stench levels. While Emily's ass was definitely raunchier because she refused to bathe at regular human intervals, their farts were blow for blow.

"Mmmmm mmm mmm" mom hummed, "Delicious and nutritious" she added in a very self satisfied tone while wiggling her ass around to smear in any fart that remained.

"Well, come on slave, your Mistress and your Princess aren't done with that useful little face of yours."

I got up from the floor and began to stand to follow her, but I was stopped with a quick and harsh sounding

"Aaa! Crawl, always, slave."

I went back to my knees, once again feeling the frustration of this whole degrading occurrence... I followed to the couch and she had me sit in front of it and lean back, head on the cushions facing the ceiling. Then without hesitation, she sat down, smooshing me down. Because of how raunchy the stinks were, I had honestly been taking for granted how easy it had previously been to breath with my face in her ass. This time she was full weight sitting on it, which made it impossible to do any breathing at all. I couldn't say I missed the stench that much, but this was an entirely new angle of her dominance. I breathed when she allowed it, though it wasn't too long before she did just that, leaning forward a bit to slightly reveal my butt crack nuzzled nose. It was just enough that I could breath, albeit laboriously, through my nostrils. I heard Emily walking up at this point, making an amused chuckle at my loud and audible attempts at getting a proper breath.

"Yeah, sniff it good, slave boy" Emily teased before I felt her weight hit the couch. Mom also sat back down in full, cutting my off again.

"Welcome back, how was your delivery?" mom asked Emily, the subtle joke being that she must have pooped so much that it was likened to giving birth. Maybe I didn't have to explain, but mom's corny jokes are pretty bad...

"Oh, quite a success" Emily said, picking up her joke perfectly and running with it. "The toilet was so happy to adopt such wonderful, large, and disgusting children. I made sure not to wipe tooo good, so I can have a reminder of them for just a little longer." she finished with a very forced sniffle.

Mom let out an exaggerated sigh before saying "I'm so... sorry for your loss." the clear regret in her voice from facilitating such a conversation to take place.

"It's ok, at least I can introduce what's left of them to their dear uncle here" Emily said, missing no chance to humiliate me further.

"That's so considerate of you" mom said sarcastically before the two of them both started cracking up, laughing at the absurdity of everything.

I had told mom to let Emily loose after all, so it felt like her laughter encompassed that as well. Like "fuck it, I've already farted into my son's mouth and nose, what's the harm in his sister's poorly wiped asshole being next?"

"A good trick with facesitting" mom began to tell Emily, "is to sit full weight so they can't breath, then...." mom said before leaning slightly forward. I immediately exhaled, and honestly I knew it was coming...

Another trumpeting fart encompassed my nose. Mom explained what happened best,

"See, I sat up so he could breath, then waited for him to exhale before farting right as he's gasping for fresh air. Then you sit down again before they get any REAL fresh air" mom said cackling at that last line.

She was right though, I really hadn't gotten proper fresh air, I was surviving off almost nothing but her fart. It was so stinky and my lungs were already hurting again, not getting refreshed like I normally would from a breath. But despite mom's expert lesson, Emily had already pulled a similar maneuver with shocking precision. Of course she likely didn't want to undercut mom's lesson, giving her a less than authentic response,

"Oooh, that's genius, mom! I can't wait to give that a try." she said excitedly

"Go ahead" mom told her, getting up once more and allowing me to finally get a proper breath. I was expecting a bit more time, but Emily wasted none as she swapped in, her ass in pink leggings still being admittedly quite nice, but as usual, that thought didn't last long. Perhaps it was just my imagination from her teasing about it, but her ass smelled even worse to me than before. It already smelled like something died down there, but fresh from her morning dump, the smell of fresh shit was more noticeable. I assumed she was just kidding about intentionally wiping poorly, but I had to really question it now... Her ass stunk so badly I was actually kind of glad that she quickly settled into full weight, cutting off my air supply.

Mom began to put a show on while Emily sat for a while, going up and down a couple times over the course of a couple minutes. Each breath was a very mixed experience. I wanted to breath, but breathing was also suffering with a stench like hers. I considered if my nose would acclimate eventually, but somehow the idea of her terrible stink becoming normalized was even more bothersome. This time, she sat much longer, until I began to start squirming a bit. I had a feeling I knew what was coming, and I was unfortunately correct. She finally leaving forward a bit, then I exhaled deeply, but before I could even get any sort of breath, Emily sat back down. I began to struggle a bit more, tapping her leg a bit in desperation. I could feel her wiggle a bit, making sure my nose was lined up, and then she let out her own monstrous fart.

It was loud, proud, and unlike the previous shit scented one, this was a much more "farty" fart. Eggy, meaty, and disgusting. It entered directly into my nostrils, which is a strange and unsettling experience. I couldn't sniff because I couldn't create a flow, so this fart was just powered through her asshole. It shot in, and I flinched, and let me just say it's a very strange feeling to be suffocating, but then to stinky hot gas shot into your nose, and then to be smelling it so strongly yet without the sniffing that normally makes smelling more effective. If anything, because I couldn't circulate the air, the fart smelled stronger than any of the previous ones. A constant presence that I couldn't filter properly, at least for 15 seconds until my struggling was enough for her to concede. She was TOO GOOD at this.

Emily's evil laughter was the shit icing on this shitty cake, making the experience almost unbearable. And since I'd encouraged mom to let her run rampant, I had nobody to save me, and nobody to blame.

"That's impressive Em" Mom said, and actually sounding like she meant it.

"Thanks, Mom, just trying to be more like you." she said, not sarcastically, but I guess you'd call it transparently intentional flattery. Hopefully that makes sense.

But anyway, mom took another turn and told Emily to go grab her dirty laundry again.

Emily did as asked then mom asked her for panties.

"These are probably my dirtiest ones" Emily said with a giggle. I was still being sat on so I couldn't see just yet... But I heard mom take a little sniff before going "Ohh ok"

These were about to be BAD...

Mom sat up off my face and explained to me

"My slaves are expected to be useful, and I find that panties wash up much better when they get a good pre-wash. That's something YOU will be expected to do from now on, so let's see that tongue, slave."

I stuck out my tongue and it was as if time froze momentarily for me to encapsulate this strange and absurd view. My mom and sister looking down at me, mom looking expectant, and Emily with the biggest wicked grin as my mom held a pair of cute light blue cotton panties with little red hearts on them. But just as I'd feared, the crotch of these panties were pretty scary... There was a mix of white and yellow residue, they looked incredibly crusty... And if I wasn't mistaken, I could see what appeared to be a prominent skid mark just below the crusty area...

Fuck.

I winced as she brought them to my outstretched tongue, holding them with two fingers pressed into the fabric on the other side so that she would be able to press it down firmly when wiping across my tongue.

"Wait mom" Emily said, "It would be a waste if we didn't make him sniff them first, how about we start washing the socks while he sniffs the panties?"

"Thank you Em, you're absolutely right, what was I thinking? We can't let a treat like this go unappreciated. What do you say to your Princess for saving you from missing on on her smelly panties?"

"Thank you so much, Princess, you're so good to me"

they both giggled

"Of course, slave" Emily said, "You know I'm always thinking of you"

she said with subtle but received mockery. She was having too much fun. But the "fun" was only getting started...

She grabbed both disgusting yellow socks while mom held the panties.

"Together?" Emily asked mom,

"Together" mom affrimed

"Tongue out" Emily said bringing the dirty socks to my tongue, while mom simultaneously brought the panties to my nose and said "Sniff".

We'll start with the panties. The initial feeling of the crusty residue was nauseating enough, but the concentrated smell from days, or even a week of wear was unbearable. The muskiness was overwhelming, and the pussy and pissy sort of smell combination was packing a punch. The ass parts, were actually distinct in their own way, but I wouldn't say better. I'm convinced it's not possible to fully explain it and somehow do it justice. My poor sniffer...

Then there were the socks. Emily began wiping the outside of her socks, right where her toes had been, across my tongue. One in each hand, she alternated them, sometimes smearing one, then the other. My tongue quickly dried up, which she complained about.

"His tongue keeps drying out" she said to mom

"Slave, you need to re-wet your tongue as needed, don't make her ask you to"

"Yeah slave, do it better" Emily tacked on with a bratty tone to rub it in. Right before she literally rubbed her sock into my tongue yet again. Somehow while being subjected to the filthiest, muskiest, funkiest socks, I acknowledged the thought "Good thing I'm practicing"

I shuddered at that, but it was more or less true. I quickly improved my ability to follow her rhythm and re-wet my tongue as needed. The funky socks were slowly looking just a tad bit cleaner, but it wasn't by much. Yet as the socks were rubbed again and again, they got wetter and wetter until Emily shoved bits of them into my mouth to suck. All the while sniffing the raunchiest panties that you'd never imagine a cute girl like her being able to produce.

The scent mixed with the taste created a potent flavor mix that was almost too much to take. As I sucked the socks, I could taste the saltiness from her re-hydrated foot sweat engulf my taste buds. The sock juice was so nasty, but I somehow pulled through, which I suppose says something for my conviction...

At some point Emily shoved both of the socks into my mouth entirely and told mom she needed to fart. Mom held the panties and stretched them across my nose while Emily grabbed my face and shoved it into her ass. She farted, and I had to sniff it filtered through multiple layers of disgusting fabric. It did affect the smell, but it's hard to define it. At this point I really was starting to hit the point where I'd done it all and I wasn't phased as hard by it.

Well, until she took the socks back out, wringed out the sock juice into my mouth shoved the socks back in, then haucked up a loogie and spit it into my mouth on top.

"Here's some detergent for you" she cackled

The socks filled most of my mouth, but as I swished them around, I could feel something... That BITCH JUST SPAT A FUCKING BOOGER INTO MY MOUTH. The slimy snot plus the crusty booger was disgusting. Somehow despite everything I'd suffered through, she found a way to up the ante. It was laundry day, but in my mouth...

"You too mom, help slave boy with his cleaning!"

Mom pondered then lined up. I had no choice but to open up for her to spit. Luckily it was JUST spit...

Now that the socks were in my mouth, Emily grabbed a 2nd pair of panties that were slightly less potent, but similarly crusty. Likely a bit older than the ones I had already been sniffing. Which I didn't know if older was a grosser concept or not... But anyways, she and mom alternated making me sniff the pairs, sometimes even layering them together. This time mom needed to fart and Emily placed both pairs over my nose while mom farted into my nostrils. At some point while swallowing the sock juices from my mouth, I felt the booger slide down my throat. Just EWWW...

Eventually though, it was time to clean the panties. The first pair at least... Emily wanted to be the one to do it, and mom allowed it. She used her index and middle fingers to press the filthy pussy section to my tongue, and let me tell you... WOW were they bad. They tasted so salty it was shocking, but beyond that they tasted foul. Like a musk so strong that any human should barf just from the scent of it. It was clearly not something that should be tasted like this. I gagged ever so slightly, but mom immediately hit my balls.

"Do NOT gag at your Princess's delicious panties, slave."

I mumbled out a "sorry, Princess" and Emily added her own taunt

"Yeah, slave, this is a TREAT" she emphasized, "Be grateful you get to savor my personal flavors"

I nodded as I continued to clean the filthy fabric. The crust and residue did manage to start receding from my efforts. Emily held the panties in both hands, scrubbing them back and forth in a maneuver that threatened to rub my tongue raw, but it was effective. She pressed the now saliva soaked pussy section into my mouth saying "suck". I sucked, and the flavor was surprisingly potent despite all the work I'd done. I actually began to discover a technique to press saliva back into the fabric and then suck it right back out, which seemed effective at cleaning. WAIT... I hated the sudden awareness that I was subtly proud of my improvement. Sheesh, I was in over my head here.

But mom and Emily also seemed impressed.

"Goooood, slave, suck it clean." mom said

"I'm gonna have to do this with you more often, since you love it so much." Emily said with a bratty tone, removing the panties just momentarily for me to speak.

"I'd love that Princess" I lied. I in fact did NOT love it, but I WAS concerningly good at this...

"Especially my tasty little skid marks" Emily giggled, showing off a prominent brown smudge that was mostly un-licked to this point...

"Yes princess, please allow me to lick that clean for you" I said, what the hell was wrong with me I wondered. I'd just willingly offered, and subsequently participated in the licking clean of my younger sister's shit stain.

"Oh my god" Emily said as she began to scrub the brown sections across my tongue. "It's actually coming off" she said erupting in laughter. "How does my shit taste, slave?" she asked me incredulously. And to be honest, it was at least not as bad as I feared. There was a definitely flavor though, and it was very unsettling to think about what I was currently doing... I never imagined it would go this far...

"It tastes wonderful, Princess, thank you for the treat."

"I'm glad you like it, slave. Like I said, I didn't wipe so good, so maybe you'll get a little reward later." she said with a now familiar wink and tongue combo.

I honestly wondered if mom would say something, but it seems she'd taken what I said earlier to heart.

"You wouldn't want your princess to have a dirty asshole all day, would you slave?" mom giggled

"Of course not, Mistress" i said, trying to hide how nervous I'd suddenly become.

Emily got back to scrubbing the skid mark onto my tongue, and made use of my new suck technique. And to everyone's surprise... there was no brown stain remaining.

"HOLY SHIT" Emily said erupting in laughter, "He really just completely sucked off my shit stain" she continued laughing before musing "This is so great"

Mom couldn't help but joining in her laughter. "That's what a good slave is for, after all" she said before adding, "I think that's enough scrubbing, though" mom said suddenly "Shove them into his mouth to finish and we'll get back to show-sitting" mom said with a giggle at her corny combination of show watching while facesitting.

Emily did just that, shoving the surprisingly still flavorful panties into my mouth.

Mom then started taking off her pants, revealing a lacy red thong... My nose's relationship with Mom's asshole was about to get a LOT more personal.

PART 6 - Honor

As the musky flavor continued to permeate my senses, I watched as my mom's ass, covered only by a thin, red, lacy thong, come closer and closer to my face. She was bending, so I could clearly see much more of her rosebud than I'd have liked as she expertly lined my nose up with it before wiggling back and forth to wedge my nose in deeply. She let of a rumbling fart that shot through my sinuses. I thought I'd done everything, but this was as sealed to an asshole I'd been, and the fart burned away at my senses. It was thick, heavy, and rotten.

"Ahhh" she sighed in relief as she proceeded to place down her weight without giving me any opportunity to exhale her disgusting winds.

Emily laughed and I could hear what sounded like her taking her leggings off... annnd she was

"I can't let you have all the fun, mom" she giggled, "What a lucky little fella to see more of my panties" she continued. I was NOT short... I was average, and I was taller than her anyway, but that didn't stop her from demeaning me in any way she could right now. I couldn't even see her panties yet, mom was squarely planted on my face, and I was running out of breath. I guessed she wanted to practice this sort of smothering since it took me squirming excessively for her to give me a breather. Calling it a breather might be a bit generous though, I probably only got 3 breaths though before she want right back down. She had leaned forward just enough to reveal my nose, but not my mouth, so the air I did get was like ass central. I didn't have too much time to be grossed out though, I needed that air, so I was taking it.

Her asshole was still lined up with my nose, and she pushed out another fart that forced its way inside of me. She didn't even acknowledge it this time, I really felt like just a seat after that one. Emily on the other hand decided to have a little more fun with the situation.

In a cheesy infomercial voice she said, "I must say, madame, I'm loving this fart filtering couch you've got here, I can't smell a thing! Where ever did you get it?"

Mom chuckled and then answered, "I made it myself". The two then laughed some more before their attention went back to the TV for a few minutes before Emily's stomach gurgled audibly.

"Sounds like you could use a turn" mom teasingly told Emily

"I thought you'd never ask" Emily giggled as they started to trade places. I finally saw Emily's panties, a white cotton pair that had "Princess" written in pink cursive writing across the ass. Why was I not surprised. Not by that OR the slight yellowish discoloration underneath.

Despite her admittedly shapely ass, I was definitely not looking forward to this...

She wiggled her butt in front of me before sitting down with a bit a of a plop, then leaned forward and released a massive wet sounding fart right up my nose. I don't think she shat herself, but it was hard to tell with how hot and steamy her farts were.

"Oh my god, Emily! Did you just shit yourself?!" Mom said, but with less concern for me in her voice than I'd have hoped for, and more of to embarrass Emily.

"Uhg, I wiiish!" Emily said in a bratty tone before laughing, "Couch face isn't that lucky yet, I guess"

While inundated with her thick and pungent gasses, I was suddenly thankful that she had already pooped tonight... But I was worried by her response. She was really hammering the shit-nail with these jokes. It was hard to trust her not to take things too far, but I really didn't want to have to stop things myself, that would probably make mom nervous. If anything, I was just proving to her that I could handle myself.

She left my nose open to breath for a bit, through her ass crack... And somehow her ass was even stronger now than before... She must have worn these panties for a few days, because this was BAD.

"I could really get used to this" she said longingly, "Moooom, can we keep it?"

~IT?! When was I an it?! and OF COURSE YOU CAN'T!~ I screamed loudly... inside my mind.

"We'll see, honey" mom said softly.

~We'll see?!?!?!?!~ I mentally screamed again... What was that supposed to mean? But deep down I knew mom was just having a little fun like Emily was, and that she would never make me do this unwillingly. But I'll admit, that was the closest I'd come to shoving Emily off of me and putting her back into her place. But alas, I did no such thing. I sat there for the next half hour sniffing fart after barf worthy fart and said nothing. Well except when she wanted me to thank her, reaching down and pulling out her filthy panties from my mouth to hear my response.

"Thank you for that yummy fart, Princess, it smelled so good" I lied... I was ready to have this nightmare end, I didn't really consider just how long I'd be subjected to this, but I was in no way going to quit. I had work to do. But still, I was regretting telling mom to let Emily run rampant as she shoved the nasty wet underwear back into my mouth.

After another exceedingly juicy sounding fart, mom chimed in,

"Damn, are you SURE you're still clean back there, Em?"

"I didn't shit myself, mom! Though I never said I was clean back there!" Emily laughed evily.

"Think we she fix that?" mom asked, and despite not being able to see, somehow I just knew she was winking when she said that.

"Why, what a wonderful idea" Emily said, the eagerness apparent in her voice. "What do you think, slave, want to clean your Princess's dirty, stinky, adorable asshole?

Fuck... I knew I had to, though... She removed the dirty panties from my mouth again so that I could respond,

"Yes Princess, please allow me to clean it for you."

"I don't know..." she teased "I mean I JUST pooped, so that's an awfully tasty treat. And I haven't showered in days, so you'd be getting to lick up all the remnants from sooo many shits. Do you really deserve such an HONOR?" she said, layering on the humiliation as thick as possible.

I considered that she likely didn't expect this to continue, so she was milking this as much as she could. But STILL! What a bitch...

"Of course not, Princess, I could never be entitled to your gifts, that's what makes you so generous." I lied convincingly. I can't believe I was implying that her shit remnants were above me...

"Just making sure you know just how lucky you are, slave." She said with a giggle, "But I really could use a good cleaning, so let's put that dirty tongue to work."

PART 7 - Toilet Paper

What a day... Mere hours ago I was a normal guy, waking up ready for a normal day. Now I was staring at my younger sister's evil grin looking down at me, waiting for me to thank her for allowing me to lick her shitty asshole clean. I knew how I'd gotten there, but from time to time it felt a bit dysphoric to realize this was all really happening.

"Thank you princess, I'm so lucky to be able to clean your perfect asshole" I lied convincingly

"As long as you know it" Emily said bratily, "Wouldn't want you getting spoiled after all" she added with a giggle as she began removing her white "princess" panties.

She immediately brought them to my nose, lining up the pussy part and pressing firmly. They were even dirtier on the inside, which should have been obvious would be the case, but it was hard to believe she could casually wear something so disgusting against her pussy like that. Did hygiene mean nothing to her? Apparently not... Then there was me, who WAS disgusted, but had to withstand the soiled cloth being right up against my nose. The feeling was a little damp and sticky from some fresh pussy discharge... apparently she was enjoying this a little TOO much. But I hadn't been doing this without learning, I instinctively took a large whiff through my nose. The smell was so concentrated I wanted to just get up, free myself, and wash my face about 20 times, but we all know I was past the point of doing that...

"Learning to love your Princess' scent, I see" she teased before scrubbing her panties back and forth across my nose to really smear in the scent. "Do a good job cleaning my bootyhole and I might just let you suck these clean after."

"Thank you princess, I would love that" I somehow managed to say as she pulled them away, and felt mom's hand scratch my head a bit as she said "Goood boy"

"I mean, don't they just look soo delicious?" Emily teased, holding the soiled panties in front of my face and moving them in the same way you'd show off a treat to a dog. They were yellowed, with bits of crusty whiteness, and that slight wet shine from her pussy discharge. There was also a prominent brown streak that she put her thumb behind to isolate, bringing it right under my nose and pressing up firmly for me to sniff before I'd even had a chance to respond.

I felt so shameful at how reflexively I sniffed deeply as the panties hit my nose. The shit stain smelled like... well shit to be honest. It was awful, even more potent than the other shit stain I'd had to sniff and lick. I guess the question was turning out to be rhetorical because she spoke again,

"I was gonna wear these for a few more days, but I suppose washing them early won't hurt," Emily said without any clear sign of having been joking.

These were already disgusting, I could hardly imagine what another few days would do to them... Surely she was just teasing... in a few days none of this would be applicable anyway... right?

Unfortunately there was little time to think as Emily then turned around and wiggled her, admittedly attractive, booty in front of me. Then she spread her cheeks with her hands and said, "Mom, take a picture for me, I want to see the before and after"

When she spread her asshole, I saw to my own horror, and to mom's shortly thereafter, eliciting an admonishing "EMILY" from mom. Emily had not been lying about having done a piss poor job at wiping her ass. There were some little brown speckles around the edges of her asshole, and closer to the center, some wet brownness that was likely a mixture of shit and sweat.

"You SAID he should clean me up" Emily said unashamed of her own filth

Mom just sighed and took the photo...

~FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!!!~ was all I could think. I was ready to do anything right? But this was too far. I needed to set limits for myself and not go too far. If I did this, and Emily had the before and after photos, I'd never live it down. What if she blackmailed me into doing these things again? That was a scary thought... I never even considered it before now. I still don't think she would, bu-

My thoughts were interrupted by mom's voice, "Maybe you should go wipe again, Em"

"Mom! Th-" was all Emily got out before I interjected.

"It's fine mistress, that's exactly what I am here for, to serve my princess's perfect asshole. It's my honor to clean her while you two enjoy tv together."

Emily gave mom what you might call a "shit-eating grin", and mom sighed but then broke out into her own little laugh "maybe we SHOULD keep him".

The two of them laughed harder together at what mom had said, meanwhile my mind was so confused. WHY? I was given the out, but I just couldn't let mom down... Was this what it felt like to be a good servant? To instinctively do whatever necessary to please my superior, even at my own expense? I didn't like it, but I told myself the same thing I had been, that I was only doing this to help mom. To help the family. And once this was over, we'd all laugh TOGETHER. But for now, the two of them could laugh at me I suppose...

My thinking couldn't go on forever though, Emily's ass was on it's way.

"Time to earn your treat, slave" Emily said as she pulled her cheeks apart again and slowly brought her ass toward me. When it was almost to my face she commanded "TONGUE OUT!"

I winced but did as she asked, instinctively closing my eyes. But then I felt a smack to my cheek. It was mom, "Don't close your eyes, savor the sight of your princess's asshole, slave. This is an honor, remember?"

Mom had gone fully back into mistress mode it seemed...

"Yeah, don't you dare miss out on the greatest sight of your life, slave." Emily added firmly

I opened my eyes and kept my tongue out, watching in emotional agony as Emily's shitty asshole finally made it to my tongue, continuing down until it felt smooshed by her weight.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Emily barked, "Clean me!"

I began to lick, and the taste was horrid. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but that didn't help much because I had thought some pretty horrible things about what I was now having to do. If it was just the shit itself, that would be one thing, but my sister clearly hadn't showered and the amassed asshole scum as I'll call it, was so concentrated I made a slight gagging sound. Emily didn't like that and kicked her heel into my balls.

"I'm going to assume that was a regular cough and not a gag, you should be savoring this treat."

What a fucking bitch...

But she was right about one thing, I was expected to do this convincingly, for mom's sake, and I was not about be defeated. With her kick, despite the pain, I regained my senses enough to pick up the enthusiasm and began licking with more fervor. Yes, the taste was terrible, but once I got through the funky earthy shitty tastes, and licked away all the grime on her crack, it shouldn't be too bad. And oddly enough, that was proving true. With every lick and lap at her tight little hole, the taste became milder and milder. As my tongue explored every crease and crevice of her rosebud, it wasn't what I'd call enjoyable, and my jaw would surely tire from this, but what had been horrifying at first had turned into something quite manageable.

Emily was in heaven though, using her older brother's face as her personal ass cleaning throne, his tongue eagerly lapping up her unwiped shit, and massaging her asshole in a way that was clearly pleasurable. I could feel the pussy wetness on my chin accumulating and her voice was tinged with sounds of pleasure,

"Ohhh yeaaaaah" she exhaled, "I'm never using toilet paper again, this is the life."

"It is pretty economical" mom chuckled

"Exactly" Emily agreed,

"Yup, you're on full time toilet paper duty from now on, slave." She said, bouncing her heel up and down on my balls a bit as she continued, "I can just keep him in my bathroom when I'm not using him for anything, that way he's always ready to go." Emily said with a giggle.

"What about me?!" Mom said with in laughing affront.

"You can have him in your bathroom when I'm gone" Emily laughed again, knowing just how bratty she was being.

But listening to all of this had me concerned. This was all just a joke right? Surely... Surely they were just enjoying the unique scenario for what it was. But for once, despite everything I'd already been through, I was truly starting to worry.