It goes poorly, and puts Lucy in danger of a failing grade (LUCY POV)

I stood uncomfortably in front of the class as Tits McGee grinded on me from behind. I was wearing baggy sweatpants, a t-shirt with a hoodie over it, and…oh yea, my feet were bare and I had socks on my hands. Not just any socks…That asshole Michaels the Female Uniform Inspector’s sweaty, gross gym socks. Tits McGee, who, again due to Michael’s rulings, had her k-cup bouncy jugs pulled out of her shirt at all times on school property. I’d have been more sympathetic except she was currently rubbing them against me, leaving pudding stains on my bag and side. And of course, because she was teaching a lesson on why she was a “titty piggy”, her skirt was pulled up, allowing her to rub her wet cunt on me.

Micheal cleared his throat and addressed us. “Tits McGee, why don’t you grind on Lucy’s left hand. Really get your juices soaked into that gym sock so she can enjoy the smell all day long.” He said with an evil grin. Fuck, I really hated that guy.

Tits McGee oinked and grabbed my arm, showing my stinky sock covered hand between her legs, grinding her wet cunt all over it. I could feel it soaking in, worse than the nasty sweat that already permeated the sock.

“Oh, and Lucy, FBM call here. Now, instead of deeply smelling the socks every 10 minutes…Alternate socks, each one every 5 minutes.”

That smug asshole, I seethed. “Can I get this stupid presentation over with?” I snapped at him.

He dismissively waved for me to continue. Gritting my teeth, I began.

“My presentation is on my experiences sniffing my parent’s feet for 30 minutes each. Overall, I hated it. It was a stupid assignment with no value, and never should have been assigned. My mother’s feet stank almost as bad as these stupid gym socks I have to wear!” I waved my right hand, the one that Tits McGee wasn’t rubbing up against, for emphasis, “and my fathers was just as bad! The smell made me uncomfortable and nauseous, and the longer I had to smell them the worse it got!” The act was disgusting and degrading, and I don’t want to have to do it again ever!”

I was beside myself with rage by the time I got done speaking, and as I looked out into the class and saw Michael’s smug expression, I realized I might have made a mistake by complaining so much.

“Now Lucy, I gave you that FBM homework with only the best intentions. If you’re not going to take it seriously, well…I’m afraid its going to affect your grade. Tits McGee, mark down a zero for this assignment for Lucy.

I panicked at this. I was an honors student…I was trying to get into an ivy league school. A zero in this or any class would tank my chances at a scholarship. I yanked my hand from between Tits McGee’s legs and rushed to Michael’s desk.

“I’m sorry!” I pulled out the two pages I had written on the way my parents feet smelled last night and put them on his desk. “See! I did take it seriously! I did everything you wanted! You can’t have Tits McGee fail me!”

With a feigned look of disgust, he held up the paper. It was damp from Tits McGees juices just from me picking it up to show to him.

“Oh, and this is the state you turn your homework in” He said, laughing “I’m not sure you don’t deserve that zero…but I’ll tell you what. I’m going to invoke my FBM privilege again to give you another chance…but only on the condition that you now need to do extra credit work. Yes, you still have to sniff your parents’ sweaty dogs every night for 30 minutes each. And yes, you still need to write a page on each one after you finish. But now, you’re gonna have to smell their asses. And I’m talking really get your nose in there. Explore your parents’ smelly asses. As for how long…lets say three orgasms.”

I looked up, tears in my eyes from the awful new homework he’d assigned me, confused. “O…orgasms?”

“Yes. I’m modifying your uniform again. You only need to wear my sweaty gym sock on your right hand from now on. Your left hand is gonna be one of your socks from now on. However, you’re gonna use that sock and hand to get your parents off while you sniff their assholes. I want that sock coated in cum from your mom and dad. You can stop smelling their asses once you’ve hit that three-orgasm minimum.”

My tears were falling freely know, as I brought my left hand up to my face and inhaled deeply, the mix of Michaels sweaty feet and Tits McGee’s arousal causing me to gag.

“You…you can’t do this! Its inhumane.”

Tits McGee cleared her throat, and I looked up, seeing she’d spent the time Michael was talking to attempt to regain some dignity, straightening her skirt, and adjusting her top so it covered as much as possible without obstructing the view of her bouncy jugs. I sighed, even internally, while being humiliated, I couldn’t stop using her vocabulary words.

“Now Lucy, we’ve all made sacrifices for the FUI’s rules. I put up with them without complaint so you will too.”

Stella, sitting naked in the back row, legs spread wide interjected loudly “Please look at my tits! Yea, sock girl…or should I say fart girl! Please look at my tits. We all deal with this, so you should too.”

The bell rang and I grabbed my bag and sprinted out of the classroom. I stopped in the bathroom and sat in a stall, crying softly to myself. How would I ever face my parents after having to do this…how would I face my friends at school? Without thinking, I brought the soak soaked in Tits McGee’s juices to my face and inhaled her musky scent deeply, gagging slightly. This is all Michael’s fault. Why did the school have to make him the FUI and the FBM?

Eventually, I managed to drag myself to my classes, feeling like a zombie the entire day. As the day continued, my dread only grew, until finally, the dismissal bell sounded. As I slowly walked outside in a daze, Michael came up and stopped me.

“Now Lucy, I want you to focus on the positive aspects of your experience. Only good things, remember!” He said gleefully, before walking off.

I continued my walk home, almost envious of how I felt yesterday. When my only concern was having to smell feet for an hour.

As I entered the house, I heard my mother’s voice ring out in anger. “Lucy! You get your ass in here now!”

I gasped, unsure why she was so angry, when I remembered the rule…

New Rule: The parents of a student participating in the “Behavior Homework” program take the program very seriously, to the point that they will be extremely upset if their child fails or is in danger of failing the program, and will take all necessary steps to correct that, up to and include corporal punishment.

I quaked in fear as I entered the kitchen. Normally my parents were very respectful and trusting, but now…now I’d upset them. They’d never had to punish me before, and I was terrified of what would come.

Once again, my mom was dressed in her running outfit, and absolutely dripping with sweat. Tight exercise shorts and a loose t-shirt. In addition, there looked to be a spread of Mexican food on the table, most of it eaten.

As I walked up to my mother, she grabbed my hair and shoved me down on the table, bent at the waste. She roughly yanked my sweatpants and panties down and then began spanking my bare ass roughly.

“We got a call from the FUI/FBM today Lucy *SMACK* and he told us how royally you failed your assignment today. *SMACK* Care to explain *SMACK* how your father and I helped you with your homework last night *SMACK* and you STILL failed? *SMACK* Normally you’re very good with *SMACK* schoolwork, so your daddy and I let you have *SMACK* more freedom *SMACK* but if this *SMACK* is how you’re going to act *SMACK* then we’re going to have to ground you *SMACK*”

“Mom, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” *I wailed, tears streaming down my face, my ass reddening more and more with each time my mom’s hand roughly spanked me.

She roughly shoved me down to the floor, then grabbed my phone and began filming. “We’re gonna start your homework now, while I finish up this Mexican food for the extra credit assignment your Michael so graciously gave you to make up for your failure. Now, I expect you to thank him the next time you see him.” With that she slipped her shoes and socks off and propped her foot on my face and began filming.

It was so much worse than yesterday. Laying on the ground, with my mother’s foot grinding into my face, there was no reprieve from the smell, no way to move my head back to get a breath of fresh air between sniffs. She moved her foot, basically using my face as a doormat, taking time, in turn to shove her toes up my nose or my nose between her toes, before slowly running her foot down my entire face, heel to toe. The feeling of the sweat and grim was awful, but that was only a small annoyance compared to the reek of her sweat.

After the 30 minutes was up, she removed her foot, and allowed me to get up. Gagging and coughing, I inhaled deeply, trying to get some fresh air, but it was no use, her sweat clung to my face, and that was all I could smell.

“Alright, baby, I’m sorry I had to discipline you like that. But your daddy and I…we just care about you reaching your full potential. And that means doing well in school. Your Daddy should be home soon, and you’ll need to do his feet too. Oh, and he’s stopping by the store to grab himself a quart of milk for your extra credit. You know how his lactose intolerance is, so that should give you plenty to work with on your assignment. So, let’s get started on my half of your extra credit assignment.” She handed me one of my normal socks, a cute pink one. I replaced the sweaty gym soak on my left hand with it. With that, she pulled her own exercise shorts down, leaving her in just the loose t-shirt and a pair of running sneakers. My mother was a fairly amazonian woman, tall and athletic, and her ass matched those proportions. She bent over the table in the exact position I had been in 30 minutes again and gave her own ass a smack before spreading her cheeks.

“Get in there baby. Give your mama’s ass a good sniff.”

Groaning in dread, I slowly sank to my knees and moved my face between my mothers’ cheeks, putting my nose as close to her asshole as possible. With a *CLAP*, she released her cheeks and suddenly my face was enveloped in her ass. The smell was awful, 1000% worse than her feet. And I had no release. No way to move my head so it wasn’t pressed against my mother’s ass.

I felt her hands grip the back of my head and shove my face in further, as she wiggled her bottom.

“Now baby, remember the other part of your homework. Get your hand on Mommy’s cunt and start rubbing.”

Not seeing a choice, I reached around and slowly began masturbating my mother, hearing her groan in pleasure as soon as I started

“That’s it baby, rub mama’s hot cunt while you sniff her ass. You’re mama’s little ass sniffer.” She said, moaning in pleasure. “Oooh, yea…fuck, keep going baby girl….i’m gonna…gonna UGGHGHGH *FRRAAAAAPPPPP*”

As she came, squirting all over my sock, soaking it, mom let out a huge disgusting fart, absolutely reeking of the Mexican food she’d just been eating. I immediately started coughing and gagging, and tried to pull away, but mom held my head firmly in place.

Mom giggled, “sorry baby but Michael recommended that I help you out by eating this ymmy Mexican food today. I bet you can taste it with how nasty that one was!”

She was right…I could taste it in my mouth. The smell in her ass was awful, worse than anything I’ve ever experienced before, and I wasn’t even near done. I resigned myself to my fate and went back to rubbing my mom’s wet pussy.

This continued for nearly an hour, my mom letting out some of the nastiest farts I’ve ever experienced right into my face and nose, while I frantically rubbed at her pussy, just wanting to get this over with. As she neared her third orgasm, my mother once again pulled my face into her ass, screaming in ecstasy “That’s it baby girl, be mommy’s little fart sniffer! Rub mommy’s wet cunt harder! OH FUUUUNNNGGGG”

As she came, she released me and I collapsed to the floor, panting, seeking the escape of fresh air as best I could. But it was no use. The smell of my own mother’s ass and farts clung to me, making me gag and retch. I glanced up at my mom, seeing at some point she’d shed her top and was collapsed bent over the table, wearing nothing but her running shoes, moaning in pleasure as she came down from her orgasm.

As we both lay there panting, me gagging and her moaning in pleasure, my dad walked in.

“Oh, I see you’ve already started your FBM homework baby girl. Looks like you did some magic on your mommy’s cunny” He said with a wry grin, before taking a big gulp from a quart of milk he was carrying. I could hear his stomach protest the presence of dairy, and shivered in fear of what was to come. With no preamble, he shoved my mom off the table, letting her collapse on the floor, and jumped up, sitting on it. He leaned back, shucked his gym shorts, and pulled his legs into the air, exposing his asshole and lifting his average sized cock.

“Get in there baby girl, lets do a sprint over the finish line!”

I whimpered with regret as I slowly pushed myself up to my knees, absolutely dreading experiencing this again after an hour with my mom…but I knew I had ****. My scholarships depended on it.

I crawled forward on my knees until I was next to my father, and slowly moved my face into his ass. As soon as I was in position, he lowered his legs across my back, using them to pull me in close.

I heard his stomach gurgle and was IMMEDIATELY hit with a nasty dairy fart, causing me to attempt to fall back, coughing and gagging. However, his legs held me in place as he heartily laughed.

“You’re not getting out of this that easily honey. You know the terms of your homework. I need to cum three times before you’re off the hook.”

I slowly reached my hand up and gripped my own fathers’ cock, trying to hold my breath, knowing it was impossible. The whole process was made harder by the fact that I wasn’t left-handed and my arm was sore from masturbating my mom for nearly an hour. Somehow, I managed to dig deep, and keep conscious despite the smell. Nearly two and a half hours, he finally came for the third time. The sock on my left hand, and correspondingly my hand, was soaked through with both my mom’s and my dad’s cum, moist and disgusting. Sitting back on my haunches, I unwillingly brought it up to my nose and sniffed deeply, a smell not unlike sickly sweet bleach entering my nose, mixing with the residual smell of my parents’ feet and asses.

My mom and dad stood up, stretching, grinning from ear to ear.

“Alright baby let’s make sure we don’t have a repeat of today on that homework. Get that report done and I want to proofread it before you even THINK about taking a shower or going to bed.” My mother said sternly.

Dragging myself to my room, I sat at my desk and began writing my report. Remembering Michaels instructions to keep it positive and sighed, bringing my right hand and the sweaty gym sock up to my face, sniffing deeply, gagging once again. I began writing about how the experience brought me and my parents together as a family and how my mom’s farts were so powerful I could taste the Mexican food, almost as if I’d eaten it myself, and how I normally love Mexican food so that was…an experience. I backspaced and inserted “good” before experience, doing my best to make it seem like I enjoyed the whole ordeal. I managed to pull a few more good points and talked about how amazing an experience it was for me, and how there’s no other way I’d like to spend my Thursday night then with my face buried in my parents’ asses.

After I’d finished, mom came into my room, still naked except for her running shoes. I blushed and looked away uncomfortably, not sure why she hadn’t gotten dressed. She sat on my bed, and I passed the laptop over to her. After reading the paper she smiled and pulled me in for a hug.

“I’m so glad you thoroughly enjoyed the experience honey. Your dad and I really want to make sure you do the best you can in school. And with an attitude like this, well, we have no doubt you’ll make it into those ivy-league schools you’ve had your eye on.”

“I…. I know mom. And I appreciate all the help you and dad give me. I promise not to mess up again like I did today.”

“We know sweetie. Now, why don’t you get some sleep. You’ve had a long day today.”

Mom left, and I quickly got a shower, put on the cum sock on my left hand, and a new sweaty gym sock on my right, before lying down in bed. Despite the smell of my parents asses clinging to my face, and the stench from the socks that I couldn’t hide from, I was exhausted, and quickly drifted off to sleep.