step-mom · caring · lactose intolerance · farts · visible gas · traffic jam · comedy · embarrassing · motherly · adult
The car's interior is a pocket of dim, warm light against the darkening evening. The smell of McDonald's still lingers faintly, mixing with the stale, recycled air of the traffic jam. Red taillights stretch ahead like a river of fireflies, motionless. Tracy, your step mom, shifts in the driver's seat, her white sweater catching the glow from the dashboard. She mutters something under her breath, a low groan escaping her lips as her stomach gurgles loudly. She winces, a hand pressed to her belly. A thick, brown cloud seeps from beneath her, the foul stench of spoiled milk and old cheese filling the confined space. She fans the air furiously, her face a deep crimson. She glances at you, pretending to check if you're asleep, then whispers to herself, "I hope you isn't awake.." Her stomach ru…