Silver Wooden Clogs.pdf

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and little Timmy was sprawled out on the living room carpet, his collection of tiny toy cars scattered before him. The 7-year-old was completely absorbed in the miniature world he had created, vrooming the cars around and making engine noises.

Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps approached. Timmy's mother, Veronica, clomped into the room wearing her favorite wooden high-heeled clogs. The size 11 shoes made her already considerable bulk seem even more imposing as she made her way to the couch.

Veronica plopped down on the worn leather sofa with a loud sigh, not noticing the toy cars under her feet. As she shifted to get comfortable, her clogs crushed several of Timmy's prized vehicles into the carpet.

"Mommy! You broke my cars!" Timmy cried out, looking up at his mother with tears in his eyes.

Veronica glanced down and noticed the destroyed toys. "Oh, I'm so sorry sweetie! I didn't see them there. Silly mommy." She tried to sound contrite, but there was an amused glint in her eye.

Timmy sniffled and began picking up the mangled remains of his cars, his small hands trembling. "They're ruined now. I hate your dumb shoes!"

"Well now, that's no way to talk to your mother," Veronica chided. She stood up and slowly walked over to her pouting son, her clogs clacking menacingly against the hardwood floor.

As she loomed over Timmy, the boy couldn't help but notice the size and weight difference between them. Veronica was quite the big, buxom gal, with a hefty rear and thick thighs that strained against her yoga pants with each step.

Veronica saw an opportunity for some mischief. She changed direction slightly as she neared Timmy, making sure to position one of her large feet right next to his head. Then she slowly squatted down, her rump hovering mere inches above the boy's face.

"Mmmph, I ate a big bean burrito for lunch," Veronica muttered, scrunching up her nose. "I think it's about to come out the other end!"

Before Timmy could protest, his mother let out a long, rumbling fart right in his direction. The warm, pungent gas wafted over the child, making his eyes water. The smell was so potent he could practically taste it.

"HAHAHA! Oh Timmy, you should see your face!" Veronica cackled. She wiggled her buns, fanning her son with more noxious emissions. "I'm just kidding, silly! Well, mostly..."

As Veronica finally stood up, Timmy caught a glimpse up her shorts at her round, bare bottom. Her pale cheeks were slick with sweat and a little damp spot darkened the fabric where she had farted.

The poor boy was left coughing and sputtering, tears running down his face from the stench. He glared at his mother through blurry eyes as she snickered and patted her gassy gut.

Veronica was having a grand old time teasing her son. She took a few more stomping steps, each one sending vibrations through the floor. Then she plopped back down on the couch, making sure to aim her ass in Timmy's direction.

Just then, Veronica felt a familiar pressure building in her bowels. "Oof, I think that burrito is wanting to make another appearance!" She let out a little moan as she felt something push its way out.

Veronica's cheeks spread as a wet plopping sound filled the room, followed by the unmistakable tinkle of liquid droplets hitting bowl. A warm, brown stain began spreading across the back of her shorts.

"Aww damnit," Veronica sighed, wiggling her messy bottom on the couch cushions. "I just peed myself a little. Guess I shouldn't have had that extra margarita with lunch!"

Timmy looked on in horrified fascination as his mother casually sat there with a growing pee stain darkening her yoga pants. The acrid, pungent smell of urine mixed with the already potent aroma of fart in the air.

Veronica didn't seem too fussed about the accident though. She just continued relaxing on the couch, sipping her drink and letting out the occasional fart as her son tried not to gag. The day was certainly turning out to be quite stinky and messy!