Ben White hummed along to Christmas Wrapping, although he'd heard that song enough for a lifetime. Unfortunately, the teen couldn't control the music selection at his hometown Food N' Such, and that was the song playing on the PA system, and--love it or hate it--the tune was catchy.
"You're in good spirits," his mother, Savanah, said as she pushed a grocery cart. "Excited about Christmas?"
Christmas was OK. Ben didn't love it like his chesty mom, who currently sported the ugliest flashing-light reindeer sweater in all of Indiana. He caught her mascaraed, round blue eyes. Her red lips were curled into a modest smile, and shoulder-length, wavy blonde hair framed a homemaker face. Stopping, he let her walk a few feet ahead of him, and then he swept his gaze over her curvy hips down to her thigh-high brown boots and brought it up again to rest on her perfect ass, all wrapped up in tight leggings like a present under a tree.
He returned to her side. "No, I'm excited about fucking you."
Her cheeks reddening, she hushed, "Honey, we're in public."
The store, which was due to close in thirty minutes, was nearly empty. It had been that way ever since they'd built a Walmart fifteen minutes from town. Ben closed the gap between himself and his mom. "Sorry, but I'm just telling you the truth."
Except he wasn't. Not completely. Yes, his cock was in love with his MILFy mother. But he was most happy for the break from college. Fall semester had been a nightmare. He hated his classes, he hated his roommate, and he especially hated the food. But he couldn't tell his mother, lest he sound ungrateful. Not the woman who'd birthed him at seventeen and sacrificed her own college career to raise him.
She turned to face him, still talking in a secretive way. "Yes, but this is a small town."
Ben was aware. Fewer than twelve-hundred people lived in Fair Weather. The town was a blip in a sea of corn and soybean fields. Word traveled at light speed. If anybody caught a whiff of what they'd been doing behind closed doors...
"I'll make a deal with you. Give me an early Christmas present, and I'll behave," Ben said.
He was hoping she'd slip him her tongue, or grab his crotch. Instead, a moment passed between them, and then she offered a sly grin. "Merry Christmas, honey."
She continued onward, leaving the teen standing in a sulfur-laden cloud hot from her asshole.
It was a wicked fart, and it brought his cock to life. Before he knew it, his dick formed a conspicuous ridge in his crotch.
His mom had disappeared around a corner. He caught up with her one aisle over and eyed her shapely rear. Ben failed to mention the toot as they approached the register. Doing so would have embarrassed his mother. Farts were something she shared with him only. One component of... what had she called it? Yes, their love language.
The scanner beeped as the store owners' daughter, Jade Hanson, checked them out. Ben had gone to high school with the former county fair queen. Rumor had it she'd chosen nearby Hoosier Tech--a two-year community college--over a traditional four-year university so she could hang around and help save her family's business.
His mom paid, and they braved an icy parking lot, hustling to load up the SUV before the unseasonably cold weather gave them frostbite. After that, a short drive took them out of town. Close to home, his mom said: "I noticed you staring at the Hanson girl. She's pretty."
"Yes, she is, but I wasn't staring," Ben replied. "I was thinking."
His mom pulled into their driveway. "Thinking about what?"
Avoiding the topic of college, Ben lied. "That fart. I wondered why it smelled so horrible."
His mother shrugged. "Who knows? Stinkers happen. And anyway, you know about my sensitive stomach."
Indeed. His mom's stomach was finicky, to say the least.
She turned off the engine. Ben said, "One of the many reasons I love you, Mom."
He had his hand on the door when his mother spoke. "Honey. Are you seeing anyone special at school?"
He read his mother's eyes, trying to divine the meaning behind her words, and then he shook his head. "No."
"You can tell me," his mom said. "I won't get jealous."
Ben didn't entirely believe her. This time, however, he felt secure in telling her the truth. He knew a bunch of girls, and some of them were the cute, flirty kind who'd probably fuck him if he showed enough interest. But none of those girls could hold a candle to his mother. Nor should they, he often quipped to himself, lest they walk away without any eyebrows. He said, "Seriously, Mom. I'm not seeing anybody."
Her eyes turned vulnerable. There was something else there, too. Some bare, indefinable emotion peeking out from behind her irises. His mom said, "What about casual sex? A one-night stand, perhaps?"
Ben huffed. "Like I'd have time with my busy schedule."
Whatever it was he saw in her eyes vaporized, replaced with a smile. "It's for the better. Girls like Jade are pretty, but they don't know how to care for you like your mother," his mom told him. She reached over the center console and squeezed his leg above his knee. His insides tingled. "I may be old, but that means I have boat loads of experience."
He smiled. "Message received, Mom. And it's older, not old."
She rolled her eyes and playfully smacked his arm. "You're a keeper. Of course, I knew that since the moment I felt you kick in my tummy."
With the heaters turned off, the temperature was plummeting. "Let's go inside before I freeze my balls off," Ben said.
"Good idea," his mom said. "And then I'll give you another early Christmas present."
Chapter 2
They were doing Christmas by themselves this year. The rest of the family was spending the holidays in Hawaii. Ben reasoned they'd stayed home for two reasons. One, his mom hated flying. Secondly, she hated his dad's girlfriend--a tag along on the island trip--even more than flying.
Ben was happy to skip Hawaii. He'd been there before, and while beautiful, nothing compared to his mother walking around the house in lingerie, as she did at the moment, passing him in the kitchen dressed in a giant bowtie that covered her tits and her pussy but left the remainder of her body naked. A crooked Santa hat punctuated her playful outfit.
Was this is his early present? It certainly felt like one. Seeing her in the flesh satisfied on a level unattainable during their semester-long, weekly video chats--their Jack and Jill sessions, as she called them, alluding to the fact that they spent most of their chatting time masturbating.
As he clutched his thickening cock through his jeans, the teen realized something.
He couldn't go back to college. Not after the break. Never.
The thought stunned him. Then, as his senses returned, he felt relief on a scale he'd never felt before, his spirits soaring. Ben had just had a breakthrough. Then, a second thought followed. His mom wouldn't understand his sudden change of heart.
Still, he felt it necessary to tell her. Ben followed her tracks to the living room, where she stood in front of the Christmas tree. She'd strung it with so many lights, the teen called it Old Chernobyl. He glanced out the bay window where snow had started dusted the porch railing, then at the bulging candy cane stockings hanging from the fireplace mantle, then at the quaint model Christmas village his mom had set up on a folding table near the TV. What a shame to ruin such a picture perfect moment. But he had to come clean about college.
He stepped closer, biting his lip and facing the arduous task ahead of him.
"I know you're behind me," his mom said, halting him in his tracks. "Staring at me like a pervert. Are you hoping I'll let another one go?"
She craned her neck around. He cleared his throat. Feeling like the world's biggest asshole for the words on his tongue, Ben forced a smile and offered a light-hearted reply, hoping to buffer the news of his epiphany. "What can I say? Your farts are like crack." She turned her whole body to face him. "Mom--"
His mother scooped him into a tight hug, sealing their bodies hermetically. "Oh, honey. I wanted to kiss you so badly at the store. I wish we didn't have to live a secret life."
She'd derailed him. Ben found his bearings and patted her back to console her. "I know what you mean."
"Will it always be this way?"
He gave a thoughtful answer. "I don't think they'll ever make incest legal. But even if they did, our family would disown us if they knew."
She pulled back and placed her lips on his lips, and then she gave him her tongue. Finding a quick, familiar equilibrium, they kissed, their tongues tangling.
Ben remembered the first kiss he'd shared with his mom. How hard he'd gotten from that profound experience, simply by feeling her wetness in his mouth and smelling and tasting her. So hard, he'd almost emptied his balls into his underpants.
She mewled as their kiss gained momentum. Pull away, his thinking brain countered. Talk about school.
He broke the kiss. His mother licked the side of his face, then tugged his bottom lip between her teeth. She kissed his chin, and then his neck. He tossed back his head and enjoyed her lips suctioned to the skin near his collarbone.
"Mom, I... need to tell you something," he murmured.
She came back to his face and held it in her hands. "Does it have to do with you sticking your fat cock inside my cunt?"
His eyes widened. Even though his mother had a mouth like a sewer pipe, her directness had surprised him. "No."
She pecked him on the lips. "Then it'll have to wait."
Blinking at his mother, his reserve was ebbing. He said, "It can't wait."
She paused, and then she turned him to face the tree. Standing behind him, she stroked his chest.
"Look at the tree. It's a symbol of the months I've waited for you to come home." One hand wandered to his crotch. His mother slipped over his growing bulge and squeezed, and his eyes crossed. "Now that you're home, we need to make the most of our time. Everything else can wait."
Maybe she was right. Ben groaned, his cock straining in her grip. "That feels nice."
"Yeah? You like Mommy groping your cock?"
He moaned, squirming against her. "Rub it, Mom. Please?"
"How about I pull it out?" she said. Excellent idea, he thought, and then he freed himself and faced her again.
She sunk to the floor, eye-level with his bulge. His mother swept her hands up his hard stomach, then down again. She gently bit the sideways length of pipe in his jeans, and then she popped the button above his zipper.
His mom undid his jeans and tugged them over his hips. Next, she freed his cock from his underpants. His prick bobbed in front of her face. His mother grabbed his shaft and wormed her tongue over his mushroom tip and into his piss hole.
She flicked her tongue underneath his cockhead, staring up at him with teasing eyes.
"Shit, Mom," he groaned.
She swallowed the head. "Mmm."
His cock jerked between his mother's lips, her tongue flat against the sensitive tip's underside. Stretching her jaw, she swallowed more of him. She sucked back tightly on his tumescent length. Ben's testicles firmed, and his dick tip pulsed. His mom sealed a fist to her lips and repeated the cycle, yanking her grip and her head.
Fuck, how he missed her mouth.
She planted her hands on his thighs and kept sucking. He stroked her soft hair, then her cheek, then under her chin. Wet noises rose to his ears and tiny whorls of pleasure popped up in his core.
His mother paused, and then she resumed sucking. Wondering what had happened, Ben was about to ask. The following smell answered his question--a fetid scent reminiscent of rotten eggs. "Mom, did you...?"
She popped off of his dick and grinned at him. "Yes, darling."
Ben shuddered in the wake of her SBD. She gave him one last suck. His mom rose from the floor, wrapped her arms around his neck, and locked with his gaze. There was no embarrassment. No shame that she'd ripped a fart with his cock in her mouth. Just a knowing gleam in her eyes as the potent aroma crinkled his nose hairs. He said, "It smells like you've got to poop."
"Bingo," she said. His cock twitched. Ben twirled her and pulled her ass against his raging boner. His plan to talk had become a distant memory as his mother pushed back into his upright cock. "That's what you like to hear, isn't it, pumpkin? You like Mommy's farts, but you love her big, smelly dumps. Her hot, steamy logs."
Ben croaked a response. "Oh, yeah."
She ground into his crotch. "That churns the cum in those big, studly balls of yours, doesn't it?"
Tensing, his mother farted on his dick. Brrt. Brrt.
"Yes, keep 'em coming," he moaned. Ben wedged a hand between her thighs and squeezed his mother's twat. She gasped. "I've got half a mind to toss you on the couch," he said.
"And do what with me?" she purred.
"Fuck that turd right out of you," he groaned, thrusting his cock into her backside as he goosed her moist cunt.
Ben pulled her lingerie to the side. Playing with her mound, his fingertips brushed the soft curls of her cunt hair. He slipped under, gliding his fingers inward over her sticky wetness. She trembled and groaned. "Ahhh... you going to take me to pound town, baby? Shove that big cock up my poor, neglected cunt?"
Her words sent a ripple through his groin. His dick throbbed. He said, "Fuck, you keep talking that way, and I might not be able."
She giggled. "Too dirty? Am I going to make you splooge in your pants?"
The teen could hold his own, but sometimes her filthy mouth made it a struggle. Ben stroked her slit, and she bucked against him. He searched for her opening, and then he dipped a finger inside it. "No, but you've certainly got a way with words."
"Well, we wouldn't want to waste that load," she murmured. "Whatever you do, don't come in your pants. Don't... ahhh... think about anything that might make you blow your balls, like my turd-packed shitter."
He pushed the finger all the way, sliding into his mother's cunt hole. "Easier said than done."
"Don't think about that log, baby. Mmm... piping hot and ready to slide out of my turd cutter."
Ben stroked his mother's vaginal walls. He loved the way she toyed with him, edging him with her body and her words. "Fuck, Mom."
She swirled her ass into him and said, "Don't do it, baby. Don't think about Mommy taking a shit."
The image flashed across his brain. He couldn't stop it. All he could do was focus on the finger in his mother's pussy. Ben slid it out, then in again. In and out. "Too late," he said.
"Don't think about fucking me, either," she breathed. "Mmm... thrusting your aching cock up Mommy's shit hole. Burying your prick inside my shit pipe. Your cockhead poking that turd while you tunnel into my rectum. Using my dirt pipe until you explode."
He gritted as he stroked his mother's cunt walls. "You have anything else to say?"
"Yes, and this is crucial," she moaned. "Don't imagine fucking my cunt after you fuck my ass. Cramming your shit-covered cock up my snatch and shooting your hot, sticky load of babies deep inside my womb."
Ben groaned. "Oh, Mom."
"You like it when I talk about babies, don't you?" she said.
He did, more than he cared to admit, the fantasy both chilling and incredibly erotic. Ben murmured, "I can't help myself. It's so, so wrong."
"Which makes it feel so, so right," his mother said. "I know, because I love thinking about it, too. The thought of your bun in my oven makes me weak in the knees, darling."
He extracted his fingers and slowly rubbed his mother's clit. She mewled and sighed. He raised the fingers to her face and pushed them into her mouth. "Have a taste."
She sucked and licked her juices from his digits. Mumbling, she said, "Let's go to the dining room, and I'll give you something tasty."
Chapter 3
They broke apart and walked to the dining room table. His mom pulled out a chair, turned it around, and pointed at it. Ben removed his bottoms and sat. She kissed his cheek and rubbed both of his naked, hairy legs. Then she turned away from him and unclasped her lingerie. His mom tossed it on the floor, pitched forward, and wiggled her ass. Ben reached for her butt. He grabbed his mother's ass cheeks and pried them apart, revealing her asshole. The teen gazed at her puckered shitter and the fleshy vertical mouth of her cunt below it. Electricity shot through his steel hard cock.
His mom widened her stance. Her cunt mouth opened. Ben stretched her asshole, the puckered lines compressing horizontally.
He placed a thumb on her asshole. Ben circled the digit over the crinkled rim, growing more excited by the second, and then he pressed it inward.
"Oh, you naughty boy," his mom purred. "Playing with the hole Mommy farts and shits from."
He grew bolder with his thumb and stretched out her asshole. She moaned. Ben pulled off his thumb and stuck his index finger in his mouth, wetting it. He poked the tip against his mom's shitter. The smaller head easily slipped past her rim.
He tunneled into his mother's rectum. He'd barely reached his second knuckle when he hit something. Excited, he said, "Mom, I feel the turd."
"Have fun with it," she said. "Play with the log, and when you're ready, I'll shit in your hands."
Ben pushed against it. He twisted his finger around, and then he wriggled it over the turd's head. Squirming in his seat, he grabbed his dick with his other hand. His taint throbbed with pleasure, and pre-cum had bubbled over his cockhead, his dick acting like a once-dormant volcano on the verge of erupting.
Ben removed his finger from her poop tank. His fingernail was smudged with shit. He stuck out his tongue, closed his eyes, and licked his fingertip. Goosebumps followed.
He stuck her again with the finger. His mother gasped. Ben poked and prodded at the turd as he cranked his rod, his tongue alive with bitterness, his loins smoldering. He pulled out for another taste and cleaned the dirty digit. He was training his palate for the onslaught to come. Cupping his hands, he said, "I'm ready, Mom."
His mother parted her own cheeks. Ben stared in rapt attention at the aperture of her shit hole, engorged now with excitement.
Her asshole sounded off, first with a long puff of air, and then pthbbbt. Then it enlarged, and a dark brown turd appeared. Her anal rim stretched around the log.
"Oooh, I smell it crowning out of my asshole," his mom breathed. "Nice and stinky."
Of all his mother's dumps, Ben loved the smelly ones most.
"Do it, Mom. Shit for me."
Inch by inch, more of the turd escaped.
"Oh, I'm peeing, too," she said. He lifted his hands to see and watched piss dribble from his mother's cunt. Cupping them again, he was ready to catch her shit. The log moved quicker, stretching her anus. It bent under its own weight, and then it made contact. His mother groaned. "Ahhh, yes."
The warm turd collapsed straight across his hands, while more slithered out of her ass. Dense at the head, the thick log turned lighter and creamier. It collected like rope atop the initial hard plug.
His mom pinched it off and sighed. As always, the treasure she'd lain for him mesmerized Ben. A huge pile. Overcome by the meaty aroma, he hefted the weight. The teen inspected the shit and found hairline cracks with scattered bits of undigested food. His mother, meanwhile, turned to face him and placed her hands on her hips.
"Nice load," he complimented. Ben inhaled the dank stink.
"I feel a few pounds lighter," his mother replied.
Without warning, she pushed the scat pile into his face. The shit squished out from his hands over his mouth and nose, and the tannic ripeness overpowered his senses. Ben smeared a thick layer over as much of his face as possible. He stuck his tongue out, too, as he spread the mud mask. The turd had festered in mom's shit pipe, and now he was rubbing it into eyebrow hair and around his nostrils. Packing it into his pores. His dick throbbed so hard it hurt.
She stepped over him and lowered onto his lap. Her weight compressed his spring-loaded cock downward between his thighs, and as she ground forward and backward, the groove of her slippery cunt rubbed the top of his shaft. The hot, slick friction along his sex made him groan.
He flipped his palms and pressed them against his mother's face. Ben coated her beautiful features. Licking his shit-stained lips, he covered her mouth, cheeks, and forehead with her pliable fudge as he'd done to himself.
Her cunt slipped and slid over his prick. Ben dirtied her tits as well, and then he sucked on a scat-coated nipple. It was hard, like his cock. His mother whimpered and purred.
She leaned into his mouth while reaching behind and grabbing his cock. Her hot, naked body writhed on top of his. "Mmmfff," he mumbled as his mother twisted and tugged at his boner, stroking his head while he feasted on her tit.
They joined faces and tangled their tongues, and then his mom broke the kiss and raised a few inches. She slid a hand between their bodies and aligned his prick with her hole. His heart raced, anticipating that sweet moment when he would enter his mother's vagina.
She sat on his prick, taking her time, groaning, her tight cunt walls stretching out over his length as she descended upon him. Ben pushed upward.
"Slide into the hole you came from," she hissed.
His mother's cunt sheathed every inch of his raging erection. The teen's senses overpowered him--his scrunching balls, his pipe-hard cock pounding inside her silky vaginal cavern, the foul taste of her poop, her shitty tits fuming into his shitty face.
Seated on his lap, she straightened. Her shit had caked on his fingers like wet dough. He thrust an entire digit in his mouth. The flavor washed over his tongue as he drew the finger out again and collected the poop behind his teeth. He showed his mother. "Look, Mom."
"Good boy," she said. His mom reached around her ass. She stiffened, strained, and produced a small turd on the tip of her finger. She licked it off, opened her mouth, and showcased the poop on her tongue. Then she closed and opened again to show him it had vanished. "Now you," she said.
Ben swallowed the shit in his mouth. The poop worked down his throat, his cock nestled in the soft, warm recesses of his mother's birth tunnel.
She circled her ass, and Ben strained. She started humping. Her slobbery twat clenched and jerked his cock as she fucked him. Ben huffed. His voice was low and husky. "Oh, man."
Her baby tube spasmed around his aching shaft. Grunts escaped their throats, his cream-coated dick rearing up into her fuck hole as she bounced on his bloated nuts.
"Yes, yes," she whimpered. "That's the stuff. Fuck, yes. I love fucking the cock that I made. Jerking your cock with my cunt. It gets me so hot."
Hearing that, Ben quivered and encouraged her. "Ride me, Mom."
She drove up and down. Assisting his mother, Ben lifted her ass on the up strokes. As he did that, he sucked on a nipple. He pulled at it between his teeth, released it, and licked around the turgid, rosy point. His mother went wild on top of him.
"Fuck, yes. Suck on Mommy's shitty tits," she gasped. "Ahhh, baby. I love the things you do to me."
Ben switched to the other one, suckling on the nipple in his mouth. If his mom was pregnant, he could drink the milk from her tits. He often imagined that when masturbating.
Her breaths were raspy, her slick tunnel gripping Ben's shaft while his cockhead repeatedly met the end of her cunt. His gut stirred, and flames of pleasure licked up his thighs and lower back.
His mother slammed down on him, paused, and switched to grinding. Ben planted his face in her neck and rubbed his hands over her back and rear. He trembled, and his ass muscles tensed against the seat. The chair wobbled as his mom worked over his prick.
"Feels sooo good," he groaned.
"Yes," she agreed. "I'm rubbing my clit on you."
Using a finger, he searched his mother's crack. Ben found her asshole. He toyed with the crinkled aperture, and then he slipped his finger inside it.
She quickened her motions. With his finger in her shit pipe, Ben kissed her neck, and then he looked up at the ceiling. He focused on the feelings in his dick--the needful streams of pleasure coursing through the veins in his shaft while steamy cunt juices ran down his balls and his mother made tight, high-pitched noises.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned.
"Uhhh," she moaned in return, slithering and writhing her sexy body against his tensing frame.
His mom wrapped him in a tight embrace. Her groin pushing against his. Ben had fucked her enough to know his mom was nearing orgasm.
The smell of shit hung thick in the air, joined by the sweaty scent of fucking. His mother trembled. "Baby, I'm going to come," she breathed. She bore down, and her movements turned to wild jerks. Her body shook, and her voice rose in pitch. As her pussy hole gripped his cock, his mother wailed, "Ahhh, yes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Darling, I'm... coming! Ahhh!!!"
His mother bucked like an animal, then jiggled, shook, and humped on Ben as she orgasmed.
She subsided by degrees and loosened her hold. Then, she leaned away and looked him in the eyes while grinding seductively and purring, still catching her breath. Ben strained as a pressure mounted behind his balls. His dick firmed inside his mom's slick, squirming cunt hole.
"Oooh, I feel you getting stiffer. Are you close, darling?"
He nodded. "Yes."
"I want to ride that huge load out of your balls. You want to shoot that slimy jizz inside me?"
God, the offer was temping. But he wasn't wearing a condom. "No," he said.
"Are you sure?" she said as she returned to bouncing. "It'll feel amazing. My snatch milking those thick ropes out of your dick hole."
"I know," Ben agreed. His groin tightened. Release was nearing. "But it's too risky. You might get pregnant."
"I thought you wanted that," his mom said with a sideways grin. "You're always talking about it."
"That's just a fantasy," he reminded her.
Ben grabbed her tits and brushed his thumbs across her dirty nipples.
"OK, stud. Have it your way. Squirt it on my bush."
Ben neared the finish line. "I'd rather do it on your face," he huffed.
"Of course you would," his mother returned with a knowing smirk.
His mom scrambled off of him, and he made it to his feet. She dropped to her knees underneath Ben's cock. Slathered in mommy-cum, his dick was slick as a greased pan. He grabbed it and stroked as she settled herself real low, his hand crooked into a fist, his elbow jiggling as he wanked his member.
His mom planted a hand on his thigh and shoved her face up under his sack. Her wet tongue wormed across his taint and caused him to tremble.
"Sweet Jesus," he gasped as she lapped at his balls.
"Paint my shitty face," she ordered, rubbing his thigh. "Come on, honey. Mommy wants your cock snot. Won't you blow a hot, thick load for Mommy? Think about me squatting a log in your mouth."
"Yes," he quaked.
"That's it, darling. Think about me taking a big, steamy dump in your mouth, then tossing my cookies on your cock. You want Mommy to barf on your dick? Will that make you come? A hot rainbow shower on your hard pole?"
"It's happening," he announced, squinting his face as a column of sperm rose up his shaft.
She opened her mouth and rolled out her tongue.
His cum broke the surface. Ben stopped his fist and cried as he erupted. Scorching throbs of pleasure wracked his thick shaft of cock meat while pearly streamers shot from his prickhead and landed across his mother's forehead, nose, and chin, decorating her brown-coated skin like icing on a chocolate cake. "Yes, pumpkin. Unclog those balls, baby! Give me that fucking dick snot--all over my shit-whore face!"
"Fuuuck," he groaned as he shot glob after glob, landing one in the corner of an eye.
The final spurt cleared his dick, and his mom wrangled his cock away and squeezed out the last of his cum. A large bead hung from the tip. She licked it up, and then she swallowed his prick.
"Oh, God," Ben sighed, his eyes weighted with sweet relief.
His mother pounded her head on his cock, sucking his piss pipe dry. His tip growing sensitive, he pushed her away.
She smootched his rod, and then she wiped the cum from her eye.
"You and your pornstar loads. They get everywhere. Remind me to strap on a pair of goggles the next time we fuck," she quipped. His mother got to her feet. "So, what did you want to discuss?"
Ben no longer had the energy for a serious talk. Skirting the issue, he said, "It can wait."
"It's getting late, anyway," his mom said. "Let's get ready for bed, and then we can snuggle under the covers."
Snuggling almost always led to fucking. Hell yeah, Ben thought.
Chapter 4
A melodic bell cut through Ben's mind. Surfacing from sleep, he opened his eyes to Christmas morning, and then he reached for his phone on the nightstand. He tapped the screen to stop the alarm and sat up in his mother's bed.
"Honey, I heard your alarm. Are you up yet?" his mom called from downstairs.
"Yeah, I'm up," he called back, still a little disoriented.
Ben yawned and returned to lying down. He smelled his mother on the sheets and quivered, the teen's cock waking as he'd just done. Thrusting a hand down his sleep shorts, he clenched his hardening rod and squeezed.
"Are you coming down?" his mother asked.
"In a minute," he answered as he tugged at his growing erection. Her impatience annoyed him. It was his break, after all. He shouldn't be asked to rush.
Ben's toes curled. A dull, needful ache had fully sprouted in his loins, and he tried to break the tension by jerking himself hard. He wished his mother was there, farting under the covers as she often did first thing in the morning, giving him more than a lingering scent as he jerked his cock.
Writhing, he shut his eyes again and pounded his cock as he recalled the dining room a couple of nights before. He'd come close to busting inside his mom's pussy. Moreover, she'd encouraged him to do so. The idea was so fucking sexy.
Pumping a load inside her cunt.
Breeding her.
But what if he'd actually done it? He couldn't imagine the possible aftermath--his mother pregnant.
No worries. It was all a harmless fantasy. He only had to keep it that way.
"Don't crank your rod too hard," a voice said. Sensing her in the room, Ben quit and opened his eyes. She stood bedside the bed, dressed in a silk kimono bathrobe. A wide smile graced her lips. "You might pull it off, or worse, shoot a load on my expensive sheets. They're a bitch to clean."
"I couldn't help myself," Ben returned. "That's what happens when I think about you."
She smiled. "I don't really care about the sheets, though I've got big plans for that load brewing in your nuts. But not until later. We haven't opened presents yet."
Ben tossed off the covers. Catching his erection, his mother's eyes popped. He smiled. "Want to start with the present in my shorts?"
She swallowed, and for a moment, he thought she might hop into bed with him. She said, "Believe me, the offer's tempting."
Ben slipped out of bed and pushed his shorts to the floor. His mom extended a hand, wrapped her fingers around his dickhead, and cupped his balls. He sensed a 'but' coming.
"But?" he said.
"But presents trump sex." His mom fondled his tightening nutsack, then dropped his prick and patted his shoulder. "Sorry, kiddo."
"Fine. Presents first," he sighed. She squeaked with excitement and turned toward the door. Ben caught her arm. "Hold on. If I stay nude, will you join me?"
"A naked Christmas? Sure," she said, and then she untied and dropped her robe. Ben nodded approvingly at her hot, naked body, delighting in her feminine contours as he smoothed his hands up and down her sides and over her hips.
His mom freed herself from his trap and hustled into the hallway. His hard cock took the lead as he followed.
Downstairs, the television reached his ears as they neared the living room. A Christmas Story. God, he hated that movie. Yet every year, his mother ran the marathon all day long. It was tradition, and tradition mattered, she told him whenever he threatened to shoot his own eyes out if he had to watch it one more time.
Except this year, it didn't sound right. Passing the couch, he glanced at the flatscreen next to the model village, and then he stopped in his tracks.
"Fuck me! Yes! Yes!" some blonde whore cried.
Ben shut his hanging jaw and pointed at the screen. "Why is there porn on the TV?"
"This being our first Christmas alone, I thought we should make it a naughty one," his mom replied. "I'm sure you don't mind."
"Fuck that pussy! Yes! Fuck!" the starlet continued.
Ben shook his head as he sat on the couch. Anything was better than A Christmas Story. Porn, especially.
"No complaints here," Ben told his mother. Scrunching his nose, he noticed a fetid smell. "Mom, it stinks in here. Were you farting?"
"Yup," his mom replied as she stepped up to the tree.
Continuing to sniff, Ben analyzed the scent. Since he began fucking his mother, he'd developed a finely tuned nose for ass-related odors. "It sort of smells like crap. You cut a shart?"
His mom retrieved an armful of presents from under the tree, and then she set them on the coffee table. "Nope, just run-of-the-mill farts."
Ben dropped the subject and watched the TV over the mound of gift-wrapped boxes. Lying on her back, the blonde pornstar had her legs spread high and wide. "Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Use my pussy and come on my face!" she cried.
Her co-star pulled out of her cunt and scrambled up her body. Staring up at the man, she rolled out her tongue. The guy jerked his cock, and Ben's mom sat next to him as the man exploded. "Now that's a healthy load," his mother commented.
"A fine pop shot," Ben agreed.
"All over that whore's face. He really glazed her."
Ben smiled at his mother and said something without thinking. "You'd make the world's best girlfriend, Mom."
His mother blushed. Ben hadn't seen her do that in a long time.
"Thanks for the kind words, honey. Anyway, when it comes to mainstream porn, this is the stuff you watch, isn't it?" she said as the camera zoomed on the chick's semen-splattered face. Ben nodded. His mom looked pleased. "Good, because this is your first present. I bought you a one-year subscription to this website."
Ben cocked an eyebrow. "You bought me porn for Christmas?"
His mom plucked the remote from the coffee table. She navigated to another page and began scrolling through videos. "I got the idea after I read an article about masturbation. It's great for stress relief, emotional regulation, and re-connecting with yourself. And, of course, it's also good for the prostate. I hope you're doing it daily at school, and not just when we video chat."
"I am," Ben told her. "Often twice a day."
"Perfect," his mom continued. "And now you'll have plenty of spank material. I did my research. The girls on this site are hot, and most scenes end in a facial."
"Sound's perfect," Ben replied, the topic of college reminding him of the news he had yet to tell his mother.
"Honey, why do you sound sad?"
She'd heard the subtle lilt in his voice. Scrambling for an answer that wouldn't ruin Christmas, he lied yet again to his mother. "Oh, um, sometimes I wish you were at college with me. Then I wouldn't have to masturbate."
Her face showed understanding. "Believe me, I wish that as well. I'd visit you every weekend if it wouldn't look suspicious."
He liked the idea of his mom coming every weekend. Perking, he said, "Certainly people wouldn't suspect we were fucking."
"I wouldn't want to risk it," she said. "We've got a good thing going."
She was right. Shrugging, Ben picked a present from the pile. "I wonder what's in this one?"
He tore into the paper as his mom started a new scene from the website. The box had a lid, and he lifted it. "More porn?" he said, staring at a stack of magazines. A naked woman stared back at him from the top-most magazine. Stars covered her nipples and pussy.
"We used to call those jack mags," his mom said. "I meant for you to keep those in the bathroom at home. I always read something when I'm taking a shit. This way, you can do the same."
Ben shot his mom a look, who, for once, was showing her age. "I have a phone, in case you've forgotten."
"I'm aware," she said. "But all that screen time worries me. It's bad for you."
He removed a magazine and opened it to a shot of the cover model on her hands and knees, spreading her ass cheeks. "People masturbate to these?"
"They did before the internet. You should try it sometime."
The idea seemed strange, but he kept an open mind. "Who knows? It might be fun."
"Oooh, can I watch the first time you do it?" his mom asked. "On the toilet?"
Ben shrugged. "Why not?"
His mother leaned to one side. Brrraap. She handed him another present. It was longer than it was wide. "Open this next."
The paper crinkled as he stripped it from the gift. He blinked his eyes at the box. "You got me a fleshlight?"
His mom nodded. "Not just any fleshlight. It's the best on the market. They modeled the asshole and snatch after a pornstar's holes, and both feel like actual flesh. Plus, there's a long battery life, and it's easy to clean."
Ben thought about the single gift he'd gotten his mother, and how it didn't compare to ones she'd bought him. He began to feel guilty. "This is all too much."
She reached and pinched one of his cheeks. "Nothing's too much for my little horn dog."
He rolled his eyes. "Mom, I'm too old for you to call me that."
"Not as far as I'm concerned," his mom said.
She farted again, and then she passed him a small gift bag. Ben dipped his hand past the thin decorative paper and retrieved a credit card. "My own credit card? Fucking lit," he said. This was the best present so far.
"It comes with restrictions," his mom said earnestly. "You're to use it for porn only. Preferably fetish porn, since I bought you the other subscription."
Ben nodded. He'd agree to anything for the privilege of his own credit card. "Sure thing."
"But no cam girls. Some of those sites are sketchy, and I also don't want you racking up debt."
"Understood. Would you like your present now?" he said, lifting off of the couch. Ben grabbed it and returned. "I only had enough money for one. Sorry."
"Sugar, don't be sorry," his mom said, taking it from his hand. "One is enough."
He sat down again, wondering about his mother's reaction. She opened the gift, and her face lit up.
"Do you like it?"
She lifted a heart-pendant necklace from the box. Strung onto a gossamer silver chain, the pendant featured a diamond look-alike in the center. "Baby, I LOVE it!" she cried. His mom opened her arms, and Ben met her embrace. "Oh, sweetie. What a thoughtful gift! I'll cherish this forever!"
The hug lingered while moans and dirty talk continued on the television. They parted, and his mom clasped the necklace around her neck. She tilted her head and stared at him.
"What?" Ben asked.
"I love my present, but there's something else I'd like for Christmas."
"Tell me," he said.
"Let me explain first," his mother began. She took one of his hands in hers. "I've been lonely ever since you went to college."
Ah, loneliness. Ben understood loneliness. He'd felt its cold, barren grip from his first day on campus. Sure, he made friends easily, and by now he had scores of them, but he didn't truly belong. College wasn't something that simply disagreed with him. He often felt like an outsider there.
"That sucks," he empathized. "Do I need to worry about you?"
His mom proffered a mild grin. "No, sweetie. That's the last thing I want."
It turned out he had the perfect solution to her loneliness. If only he could tell her. "What are you going to do?" he asked.
"That's what I'd like to talk about," she said. "I'm going to bounce an idea off of you, though you'll probably think I'm mental." Biting her lip, his mom turned pensive. "It's hard to tell you, but... oh, fuck it, I'll just come out with it. I want a baby, darling."
He thought he hadn't heard her right. "Excuse me?"
"I want another child."
Ben noticed her grip on his hand had tightened.
"Oh," he returned, unable to think of anything else to say. His mind raced. Was his mother seeing somebody? A baby daddy in the making? Or was she planning a trip to the sperm clinic?
"Tell me what you think," she urged.
His words came easier now that he'd had a moment to process. "I think it's a fine idea, as long as you find a good candidate if you're doing artificial insemination."
His mom made a face. "Honey, you don't understand. I'm going to have sex with a man."
A spark of jealousy flamed inside him. Ben didn't want to share his mother. "Who is it? Somebody I know?"
His mother looked at him like he'd gone crazy, and then she said, "I should think so. It's you, silly."
Chapter 5
Ben's mind ran a thousand miles a minute. "What, you want... me to give you..."
His mother completed his sentence. "A baby. That's right, pumpkin. I want you to fuck a baby into me."
His mom had been correct. She sounded mental. He absorbed the information she'd just dropped, and then he said, "Wouldn't that be bad for the baby?"
"Not according to my research," she said.
Stating an obvious fact, he said, "But I'm your son."
"You think I forgot? That's the idea. We share the closest bond imaginable. Who better to have a child together?"
That kind of made sense, he thought. His rational mind intervened. "It'd be unnatural."
His mom let go of his hands. "That depends on how you define 'unnatural'."
"I didn't realize there was more than one definition," he said.
She placed a hand on his knee. "When you think about us, what turns you on the most?"
Ben ran through the list in his head, realizing there were too many items. "I can't pick one thing. But how is the question relevant, anyway?"
"Bear with me," she said. "Is it the dirty stuff? Mommy farting and pooping for you? Smearing it? Eating it together?"
The mere mention of scat made his dick head thrum. "That might be my favorite part."
She stroked sensually along his leg. "Me too. I love the nasty things we do together. They're so sick and perverted. Like our first intimate experience. Remember that, sweetie?"
Like it was yesterday, the teen thought. It was the summer before he'd started college, and he'd come home after swimming with friends. A long-standing bubble of sexual tension between himself and his mother had broken at last.
"You gave me a blowjob," he recalled.
"Yes, and I let out a fart while I was sucking your cock."
Ben shifted in his seat. "Something was wrong with your stomach, as usual, and it smelled horrible."
"Uh, huh," his mom said. "Your cock firmed in my mouth when you smelled my gas. I'll never forget that moment."
"And you kept sucking me," he added.
"That's right. And then you shot your load in my mouth. You gave Mommy a real mouthful of cock snot. It was impressive." Her hand wandered to his swollen rod. She tiptoed fingers up and down his veiny shaft. "It wasn't long after that you asked to watch me shit."
"I was so excited," Ben recalled.
"Yes, and remember how I did one better and dumped a big, steamy crap on your chest?"
"That was hot," he reminisced, picturing it with his mind's eye.
"We're straying from my point," his mom said. "We both enjoy scat sex. Most people, however, would call it unnatural. Hell, I know a lot of women who wouldn't fart around their man, let alone do it while giving him a blowjob."
"I see your point," he said.
His mother brushed her fingers over his tightening nutsack. "Have you thought about your own conception? You were a sperm once, and then you became a baby, and I pushed you out of my cunt. The same cunt you fuck every chance you get. Does that part turn you on? Blood incest between a son and his mother?"
"It does," he said on an inhale.
His mother purred. "Yes, that's what makes our love affair so exciting. I'm not your stepmom, or your adoptive mom. I'm your actual mom. I birthed you, breast fed you, changed your diapers, and watched you grow into a strapping man. And now I routinely suck your cock and take you inside my twat."
"So hot," he murmured.
"Also unnatural, by any definition."
"But we still do it," he said. The more she talked, the more sense she made. Yet Ben still hesitated. "I don't know, Mom. Can I think about it?"
"Sure, take some time. It's a big decision," she said.
His mom grabbed another gift from the table, then passed it off to him. Pretending she hadn't dropped a bomb on him, he dug his nail under a fold in the wrapping paper. Ben tore into the box and opened the lid, and a spicy, fetid stink smacked him in the face. The teen had found the source of the smell.
Chapter 6
Ben stared at the long, thick, bumpy shit log in the box. An egg white snail trail ran over the turd. "I laid that shortly before you got up," his mom said.
"I knew it wasn't just farts," he said, poking at the thick discharge. "What's that stuff on top?"
"Mucus. I dripped it when I was shitting." Ben looked at his mom, who said as she picked up the turd, "It's normal, I assure you."
He eyed it in her hand. "A nice, firm dump."
"Perfect for having some fun, huh?" his mom said with a gleam in her eye. She rose from her seat. "I thought we could use the turd while breaking in your new toy. But first, we'll need batteries and lube. I'll grab those. You stay here and watch porn."
Done and done, he thought. His mom returned the turd to the box. Off she went, the pads of her fingers stained brown, singing a holiday ditty.
Ben thought more about her monumental request as he kept himself hard by stroking and watching the TV. He couldn't even grasp the responsibilities of being a father. Shit, he was too young to think about that stuff, anyway. Letting that train of thought dissolve into his mind, he focused on the act of impregnating his mother. The idea sent a ripple of pleasure through his body, as always.
His mother reappeared with batteries and a bottle of lube in hand, and he set aside his musings. She placed the lube on the coffee table, and then she inserted the batteries into the toy. Next, she plucked the log from the box. His mom sat down again and lowered the turd to his cock, and a tingle raced up his spine. She slowly rubbed it along the side of his shaft, leaving Hershey streaks on the thin skin of his twitching prick. He gasped.
She worked the log up, down, and all around his dick, including his ballsack, and then she broke off a piece and mashed it against his cock. Smearing it, she began coating his shaft and prickhead with a layer of shit.
"Yeah, Mom. That's good," he murmured.
She swirled and pumped her hand over his cock, coating every square inch with feces. At the tip, she used two fingers to dilate his urethra. Then she held it open with her thumb and first finger, and with her other index finger, she placed a tiny piece of shit inside the opening.
"Lube up the fleshlight," she instructed.
Ben grabbed the bottle, popped it open, and squirted some inside the toy's asshole. He fingered the tight latex opening. Meanwhile, his mom spat on his prick.
He powered up the toy, and it started vibrating in his hand. He turned it over his cock and lowered it onto his dickhead.
"Ohhh, man," he groaned as he slid the fake pucker over his brown and purple knob. Ben swallowed his cock with the toy, sliding it to the root of his prick. Delightful pulses reached his groin and his stomach. He groaned some more. "Oh, yeah. This is the best present ever, Mom."
Ben pushed the toy flush to his balls and held it there. Hot sensations electrified his shaft and his knob.
"I see you chose the asshole first," his mom observed. She cupped and gently squeezed his balls. "That's very telling."
"Yeah, well, you know me."
"I hope you'll fuck my shit chute later," she murmured. "But for now, enjoy your toy while I play with your nuts."
Ben slid the toy to his cockhead, then back to his balls. Repeating, he established a steady rhythm while his mother rolled his hairy pouches in her hand. She pumped and fondled them. "This asshole feels pretty good," he noted.
"As good as Mommy's shitter?"
"No," he said. "Nothing beats yours."
"That's good to hear," his mom chuckled. "I don't want to be replaced."
Ben moved the toy faster. He croaked and groaned as he worked his bolt stiff cock. His mom kept hefting and squeezing his dirty balls. "Play with those balls," he encouraged.
"Mmm... I love building a thick load in your testicles," she purred. His mother grew excited. "Oooh, baby. Thinking about your cum makes me so hot. I bet it's full of virile sperm, just like your father's jizz. One shot would probably knock me up. What do you think?"
There was an easy experiment that would answer her question. The teen buried the dangerous thought. Jerking harder, he pulled faster on his cock to chase the throngs of delight in his pulsing, swollen cockhead. His mom swirled over his taught ball sack, and then she cruised a finger over his taint.
She focused on the spot where his nut skin began, and then she trailed the other direction. Her finger squeezed between his ass cheeks and came to rest on the divot of his asshole. Startled, he tensed. "Mom, what are you doing?"
"Never you mind. Just relax and enjoy it," his mom said as she pressed against his asshole.
"Christ," he groaned. "You've never done this before."
"There's a first time for everything," she replied. "Plus, you shower so much attention on my shit hole, it's only fair I do the same."
His mom inserted the tip of her finger. His asshole clenched tight. "Whoa."
"Pumpkin, let me inside your shitter. I promise it'll feel great. You'll have the best orgasm ever."
Ben nodded hesitantly. Though it wasn't so easy. He took a deep breath to relax himself and allow his mom greater access inside his poop hole.
Hot, tingly feelings rushed through his groin as his mother prodded him. Yes, he liked that very much. He relaxed more, getting into it, letting his nasty mother finger his asshole deeper.
His mother popped all the way at last, and she searched the walls of his rectum. Her finger touched a certain spot. Ben tightened and gasped. "Holy fuck!" He felt like she'd touched him with a cattle prod, a hard swell of pleasure rolling through him.
"That's your prostate," his mom informed him. He'd stopped moving the toy. It sat still and vibrated around his cock. As Ben adjusted to the strange feeling, his mother reached for the turd and pinched a large chunk. She pushed it in Ben's face. "Chew on my shit and milk your cock while I milk your prostrate."
He opened wide, and she fed him. Ben closed his lips. Her bitter shit flavor washed across his tastebuds.
He chewed and resumed his jacking motions, fucking his dirty cock with the fleshlight. "Mmmfff, mmm," he groaned, her shit sticking to his teeth.
"Stroke your cock, baby. Mommy wants you to nut," she encouraged. "Come like you would in my unprotected fuck hole."
Her finger crooked inside the tight cavern of his shitter as she rubbed his prostate. Jolts ran through his core. Her actions made his hips twist and raise. His body was rigid with pleasure, his dick so hard it almost hurt.
Deliciously foul tastes melted across his tongue, and saliva collected near his glands. His mouth had become a cesspool filled with his mother's used food. Shit-laden spit pooled at the back of his tongue, and he swallowed it. Meanwhile, his dick trembled and jerked inside the toy, and his belly quivered. "Ohhh."
"That's my baby boy," she cooed.
Raising and lowering the toy, an image popped into his brain--his mother with a round belly. The picture heightened his arousal, and he started jerking faster, chasing the ultimate taboo.
Meanwhile, his mother kissed and licked his inner thigh, treating the button inside his asshole with expert care as he imagined himself plowing her cunt, intent on making a baby with her.
Racing the toy now, he swallowed her shit and imagined his cock unloading into her pussy, and then his sperm wriggling inside her womb and making her belly inflate with his child. Cum threatened to fill his urethra.
"Shoot that load," his mom encouraged. "Make a big, sticky mess inside your toy. Don't worry, Mommy will clean it for you."
His cock stretched out the latex asshole. Staccato breaths left his throat. Ben shut his lips, and as he tongued the shit between his teeth, mining the flavor in his mouth, that magical moment neared. He was seconds away from ultimate pleasure.
The switch flipped, and his nerve endings fired. Ben gripped hard on the toy and convulsed as he orgasmed. "Ahhh!" he cried.
His mom pressed harder on the pleasure center in his rectum. "Do it, baby. Yes! Yes! Come for Mommy!"
He spurted blissfully into the fleshlight and moaned. "Yes, Mom. Ohhh! Fuuuuuck!"
Ben gritted and shivered as he shot the last few globs from his balls. His bucking hips settled, and he killed the toy and pulled it off his cock. "You look like a satisfied young man," his mom grinned.
"No kidding," Ben replied, admiring the toy as he caught his breath. His mom slipped her finger from his asshole. He set down the toy. "I'll want you to do that again, by the way."
"Did I create a prostate monster?" she mused.
"I think you did," he said. Ben collected himself, and then he glanced under the tree. His mom sucked on the finger from his ass. "There are more presents."
His mom looked, too. "That's the boring stuff. Socks and sweaters." She slapped his knee. "Let's eat some breakfast, and then we'll finish unwrapping them."
Chapter 7
"Oooh boy, I'm stuffed," Ben's mother sighed, leaning back in her chair.
He glanced at his mom's plate. She'd downed a stack of pancakes, two sausage links, three strips of bacon, scrambled eggs, a healthy portion of home fries, and toast with butter and jam. Unbelievable, except he'd watched her eat it. The teen didn't judge. His mom cooked the best food he'd ever tasted, so he couldn't begrudge her for indulging.
Hoisting a glass of orange juice in the air, he saluted her. "Impressive show. You should think about competitive eating."
She patted her stomach and nodded. "Wait until it comes out the other end. Now that will be a show."
"No doubt," he replied.
Glancing at her tits, he started counting down the hours until his mother's next dump.
His mom shifted in her chair and issued a painful sounding groan. "Oh, fuck. I made a pig of myself."
"Does your stomach hurt?" he asked. She nodded, and he made a selfish suggestion. "Try farting."
"I'm one step ahead of you," she said. His mom leaned forward and scrunched her face. The fart came in stages, rapid-firing against the hardwood. Bptbptbptbptbptbpt. Bpthpthp. Bpthp.
Ben sipped his orange juice while grabbing his still-dirty cock. He tugged life back into the flaccid piece of meat as the sound of her blast rung in his ears. A wave of smell followed across the cozy breakfast table, his mother fanning the eggy cloud from her face.
"Stinky," she said.
"Feel better?"
"Sadly, no. Ripping ass won't be enough. I might have to make myself barf." She lifted a mug from the table. "Or keep drinking coffee. Shit makes me crap every time, and it never takes long."
Inhaling her ass perfume, Ben pulled faster on his hardening cock. "I'm super turned on. Should I feel bad?"
"No, pumpkin. I know you like it when Mommy stuffs herself sick, and then she has to fart, shit, and puke it out of her system."
Ben looked at his own plate. He'd stuffed himself as well, though he wasn't ailing like his mother, since he hadn't finished all of his food. A couple of greasy home fries kept one pancake company.
He finished his drink, and then he reached for the sweaty O.J. carton at the center of the table. His mother intercepted him.
"What gives?" he asked.
"O.J. has too much sugar," his mom said. "Give me your glass, and I'll get you something healthier to drink."
Wondering what she had in mind, Ben gave her his glass. His mom stood. She walked a few feet from the table, turned so she was facing him, and circled a hand over her bloated stomach. She smoothed it down to her bushy mound, and then up to her tits, pinching a nipple. Her gorgeous, naked body put him in a trance.
"I look like I'm preggers, don't I?" she observed.
"Like I knocked you up," Ben agreed.
His mom closed her eyes and bit her lip. "Mmm... fuck, yes."
Her hand trailed back to her pussy. Using two fingers, she spread her cunt lips. Ben watched her place the lip of the glass underneath her hot, wet hole. She thrust out her hips, and a hiss reached his ears, his mother pissing a hard, fast stream.
His mouth watered as he watched the frothy head of her piss reach the top of the glass. "Healthier than orange juice, you say?"
"Much healthier," she said, pushing out the last of her pee and squeaking a toot. She raised the cup and studied the straw yellow liquid contained within. Then she put it to her mouth and sipped. His mom smacked her lips. "It's tasty, but it could use something extra. Would you like something extra, baby?"
"I'll take anything you give me," Ben told his mother. Pursing her lips, she held the glass under her mouth. Spit bubbled out and formed a dangler, stretching down toward the surface of the liquid. It snapped and fell. His mother swirled the glass, and her spit dissolved into the fresh, warm piss from her cunt. "Will you hock one in there?" he asked.
She snorggled and spat a wad, and then she handed him the glass. He sipped his mother's urine, drawing the phlegm past his lips. Bitter and sour notes stuck to his tongue. He tilted the glass and sipped more, and then he gave it back to his mother. She took a large pull. They both swallowed at the same time.
His mom drank again, and then she lowered her head. Her cheeks were slightly puffed with a mouthful of her own pee. Ben brought his face closer and parted his lips, and she fed him. Piss flowed from her mouth, some of it spilling down his chin, the rest flowing down his throat.
She landed her mouth on his, and their tongues formed a union. Swirling between his mother's lips, Ben felt the steamy kiss down to his curling toes. His cock pulsed, but another sensation appeared in his groin. He had to piss, too.
He ignored the urge and focused on the kiss, lost in his mother's hot mouth. A rumble appeared from the back of her throat. Burrrrp.
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She giggled, and so did Ben. Her belch tasted like bacon and eggs.
His mom raised her head. She had a pained expression on her face. "OK, I really need to puke up this food."
She gathered her hair behind her head. Then, after she glanced around the kitchen, she found a hair tie and secured her locks into a messy bun.
His mother leaned over his plate. Ben leaned in, too, as she put her first and middle finger together. She gingerly pushed them into her throat. Her head bucked.
Huck. Gork. Huck.
Ben watched and slowly stroked his cock.
Out came the fingers, and she spat on the plate. Wetness shimmered under her eyes. She shoved the fingers in again, going up to her second knuckle. Hork. Hork. Huck. Blaaaagggg.
She cleared her hand and spewed chunks. Her vomit splattered on the plate, some of the splatter reaching Ben's face. His mom took a deep breath, groaned, and returned her fingers. Hork. Hork. Tan puke erupted from her throat. Blaaaaaagggg.
"Fuck, yes, that's hot," Ben cheered.
"Oh, God," his mother panted, stomach sludge dripping from her bottom lip.
She hocked a slimy phlegm wad. The plate was covered in sick. His mom belched, sniffled, and wiped her mouth on her hand, then cranked out a poot.
The sour smell made him a little nauseous, though Ben kept stroking. "Feel better?"
"Somewhat," his mother replied, drying her wet eyes. She returned a hand to her stomach. "Oh, the coffee's working."
"This is the best Christmas ever," he said with a grin.
"Stand up, darling," she said as she held out a hand. Ben took it, and she helped him to his feet. Smoothing hands down his chest, she said, "Any more room in your stomach? If so, I've got a hot, smelly log with your name on it."
Chapter 8
"I've always got room for shit," Ben told his mother. His mom cleared a space on the table and lifted one knee onto the edge. Then she hauled herself on to the top. Her legs were spread, back arched, ass angled toward the ceiling, starfish winking. He lowered his face and shoved his nose into her shitter. Ben inhaled the musky combination of cunt and ass. "Yeah, I'm really getting hungry now."
He raised slightly and stretched his hands out over his mother's back. Ben scratched down her flesh, and she purred like a cat, her body responding to his touch. Spreading her ass with both hands, he then flicked his tongue across her crinkled hole.
"Oooh, that's nice," his mom crooned. He wriggled his tongue against her anus, and his mother groaned. "Ohhh, very nice, pumpkin."
It was hard to believe--a son, tossing his mother's salad. Yet here he was, his face in her backside, feeling the heat from her pussy as he lapped at her tender, fleshy starfish.
"Yeah, you like that, Mom."
"I do," she groaned. "Mommy loves it when you tongue her dirt hole. Especially when I've got to shit."
"I can't wait," Ben exhaled into her moist ass crack, thinking of the treat waiting for him.
His passion growing hotter, he thrust his tongue into her brown eye, and she pushed back into his face. He sunk the tip below her anal rim and wagged it, and then he buried it in her asshole. He stiffened his tongue, pulled out, and sunk it back into her chocolate cherry. His mother hitched and gave a twittering sigh. He yanked back and thrust again, his groin tight, his pulsing dick hard enough to splinter.
Bobbing his head, he tongue fucked his mother's shit hole.
"Darling, you won't wait long," she breathed as he reamed his tongue in and out. "That log is on its way."
"Yes," he moaned.
His mom squirmed her smooth ass. "Just eat Mommy's shitter some more. Ohhh, eat my shitter before I poop for you."
"Yes, Mom," he groaned.
Excitement pumped through Ben's cock as he pulled his tongue from her ass, trailed down to her cunt, and then returned to her shitter. His mother gasped.
Licking and swirling, Ben ate her ass like a starving man. Desire tightened his hold, and he clawed his fingers into her ass flesh. His cock jumped in fits. The need in his groin burned like an ember as pre-cum drizzled from his cockhead.
He poked his tongue inside her again. As he tongued her asshole, Ben moved a thumb to his mother's cunt. Slick with arousal, her bloated petals offered zero resistance as he glided up and down her slit.
He teased over her clit, and she mewled and trembled. Applying more pressure, Ben circled his thumb around the juicy bump of flesh. Hot fluids leaked from her cunt hole, further lubricating her stiff button. Meanwhile, he twisted and twirled his tongue inside her asshole.
"Baby, the turd's moving," she announced.
Ben kept his tongue in place, though he stopped using his thumb so his mom could concentrate. His balls shored up to his taint, the teen anticipating the moment he would taste his mother's crap again.
"Push it out," he tried to say. His words were garbled, but it didn't matter. His mom knew what he wanted. Grunting softly, she pushed, and the rim of her asshole enlarged around his tongue. Ben tasted something bitter on the very tip.
His mom pushed again. Once again, her asshole mounded, and this time the turd dislodged his tongue from her rectum. His pulse racing, Ben kept his mouth close to the source. His mom exhaled as her poop made a crackling sound. It slid from her ass in one shot. He twitched his head back. Her poop filled his mouth. Warm and creamy, it spilled out across his lips, pungent smells opening his sinuses like smelling salts. Ben groaned in ecstasy.
He lifted his head and kept it that way as his mom climbed off the table and moved around. After a moment, she pulled his face downward, holding the puke-covered plate under his chin. Ben let the shit fall onto the plate. "It's soft and super smelly," his mother commented.
He sniffed. "Smells like bacon."
She poked at the steaming mound of feces. Light brown in color, it had the texture of wet mashed potatoes. Ben joined her and tunneled a finger into the soft pile.
She set the plate on the table. Ben moved to where he'd been sitting. His mom grabbed a spoon and dipped it into the mess. She gathered both puke and shit on the utensil, and then she held it to his lips.
"Mommy worked hard on your food. Eat up," she said. His mom placed the spoon in his mouth. Ben closed around the sublime bouquet of flavors. Slurping the spoonful, he grabbed his cock and started jerking. He swallowed as his mom dipped the spoon again. "That's my good boy."
This time, she fed herself. Ben watched the muscles work in her throat as she swallowed it down.
"I'll take some more," he said. She spooned a healthy amount onto his tongue. His gut trembled, his body rejecting her offering, while his cock strained, twitched, and pounded in his pumping grasp.
"Don't come. It'd be a shame to waste that cock snot on the floor," his mom advised as she scooped up another spoonful. She slid it into her mouth, swallowed, and loaded up another bite. Placing it at Ben's lips, she said, "In fact, you should stop stroking altogether."
Ben released his cock with great effort. He opened and shut around the spoon. Down the hatch it went.
His mother grabbed the glass of piss and offered him a drink. The sight of her pee reminded him of his full bladder, and the urge to go returned.
He rose from his seat and grabbed his mother by the hips. Surprise filled her eyes, though she didn't speak. He directed her against the table. She squeaked and smiled as he hoisted her so she sat facing him.
Ben kissed her chin, then her soft neck. He murmured into her skin. "If I can't stroke, I'll do something else with my dick."
"Something that ends with you coming, I presume?" his mother quipped.
"No, I'm going to piss on you."
"Yes, baby. Oh, yes. Piss on me," she replied enthusiastically.
Finished nibbling on her neck, Ben grinned. His mother was such an easy slut. He straightened, and she lowered onto her elbows and spread her legs. The maw of her sex opened for him, her puffy meat flaps glistening in the light.
He stared at her shiny cunt with a firm grip around the base of his cock. His bladder nagged him, but his prick was too hard. He had to calm his dick. Ben withdrew into himself. He thought about anything boring. Trees. Clouds. His twelfth grade Spanish teacher with a lazy eye, Ms. Alvarez.
"Any moment," he said.
A column of piss rose up his softening shaft. Ben opened his eyes. Shooting from his dickhead, the stream landed on his mother's stomach.
"Yes," she hissed.
Ben aimed his cock at her shiny pussy. His mother shot a hand between her legs, spreading the flesh around her clit so he could hit it directly. She groaned and trembled as he pissed on her twat, and then she started rubbing her pink hole. Meanwhile, he left her cunt and directed the stream at her chest. His pee sluiced down between her tits. Ben shifted to the left and sprayed one of her garnet nubs. He hit the right one, too, before he lifted his pissing cock higher.
Ben hit his mom square in the face. She opened her lips, forming a hole, as if her mouth was a toilet. The teen lined up his cock and hit the target with expert accuracy. Bubbly piss flowed down her chin, and then the stream ebbed. The throb of release was easing as his bladder emptied. He gave one last push and sprayed droplets over her stomach, and then he finished.
Ben moved into position, ready to fist his meat stick into her hole. "Now, it's time for fucking."
His mom raised one leg high in the air. She rested it on his shoulder, sat up on one hand, grabbed his cock with the other, and nuzzled the tip against her snatch. "You going to ram that rod into my baby maker, stud?"
"Yes," he breathed, biting his lip.
Ben pushed forward, and his mom groaned. "Ohhh, yes. Fuck."
He dropped his gaze between their bodies and watched his cockhead poke into her slit. Her cunt opened around his thick knob, and the two moaned. His prick explored her creamy snatch, feeding her hungry hole.
Ben slipped out and played with her opening. He rubbed his cockhead along the seam of her cunt. His leaky dick tip smeared her juices. Then he tapped her clit, and his mother whined. From there, he slipped his cock south to her mud hole, gave it a poke, and ended back at the mouth of her cunt.
His mom fetched the plate of barf and shit while he held his cock still. She tipped it, and the viscous rainbow mixture slid onto her snatch. It ran over his tingling mushroom tip. His mom returned the plate and spread the mixture, dirtying her lower stomach and soaking her pubic hair.
Ben slipped inside her cunt. "Oh, man."
"Yes, bury that fuck stick," his mom encouraged.
Holding a hip and stroking a thigh, he came to speed inside his mom's box, slinging his hardness in and out of her puky hole. His testes pounded in their taut sacks. His mom grunted and gasped.
"Ahhh," he breathed.
"Fuck me," she managed. Her calf trembled upon him. He ran one hand up that smooth leg and over her foot, feeling her tense while he pumped his hips forward and backward, burying his cock over and over in her cunt. Slit slamming her. Pussy cream and sick coated his cock, her lips engorged with desire and forming a suction around his thrusting, steely shaft. She gasped. "Keep fucking me. Oh, yes. Pound my baby chute."
His mom dropped a digit on herself. Mewling, she fingered her matted bush and her slimy, swampy cunt. Her snug channel grew tighter.
Cruising inside of her, Ben managed to say, "Your pussy's so tight."
She grunted her reply. "Not bad, considering I popped you out of there."
Ben pumped and pumped. His wild thrusts landed with sloppy sounds. His prick felt like a pipe ready to burst as he hauled the thing in and out of his mother's gripping pleasure hole. Every fluid motion made his balls tighter, intensifying the constant tingle in his dickhead, bringing him closer to orgasm.
"And now I'm going back in," he breathed.
"And I love it," his mom grunted. "I love your cock in my body."
"You're just a cock slut, that's what you are."
"Yes," she breathed. "I'm a dumb, worthless slut for your prick and your cum loads."
"A slut with babies on the brain."
"Yes. Oh, God. Yes. A stupid cunt with baby fever," his mom said, dropping her head back. Her face contorted. Ben quickened his pace, slinging his cock like an animal. She returned her hand to her cunt. "Ahhh, shit. Ohhh. Don't stop, darling. Fuck, you're going to make me come."
He was on the edge himself, ready to shoot his load. Ben groaned. "Ohhh, Mom."
The tendons in her hand strained as she rapidly circled her clit. Her nostrils flared. Her warm, soft frame trembled while her cunt hole squeezed his cock erratically. Damn, she looked so sexy. He almost couldn't handle it.
"Yes, yes, yes," she stuttered. "I'm so close."
Ben continued his assault on her sodden cunt hole. He thrashed his cock up his mother's tight, flexing channel. His body tensing, the teen's nuts were building steam. Soon, they would blow. He gritted and ignored the fevered throb in his loins and the mounting sensations in his cock.
His mom seized. He sensed the energy mounting inside of her. And then she exploded. Straining and shaking, her face went stupid, and she cried out to him. "I'm coming, darling. Yes! Ahhh! Fuck! Yes! Yes! Keep fucking me while I come!"
Ben steadily pounded her squeezing pussy, closing in on his own orgasm.
"I'm going to come, too," he managed.
His mom bayed and shuddered. Her words came out in fits. "Yes, come with me!"
"Get ready for it," Ben managed.
"Come in my snatch," she trilled. "Flood me with your hot jizz."
Ben gritted. His face was red and moist with perspiration. "Right up your womb?"
"Fuck, yes!" she cried. "Today could be the day. Blow a child into my cunt like we talked about. Give me a baby for Christmas."
He tensed, the thought of breeding his mom taking hold in the fevered moment. "OK, Mom. I'll do it. I'll give you a baby."
"Oh, yes, darling. Shoot your load. Cream my cunt with your seed."
Ben was panting and grunting. He was actually going to do it.
And then he came to his senses. This was crazy. He pulled out, slipped down her taint, and found her shitter. As he poked her rectum, she gasped and popped her eyes. A split second passed, and then she relaxed her asshole, and he plunged his knob inside her brown eye, so close to exploding.
The tension released, and his thick, pulsing helmet began spurting. Rapture overpowered his cock and balls. Moaning, Ben plugged his jizzing cock further up her shit tank. Waves of orgasm pulsed through his dick, his shaft flexing and throbbing, his cockhead spurting boiling glob after glob into his mom's shitter.
His mom reached under his cock and cupped his balls. She gently pumped them, and Ben quivered. She spoke with a velvety timber. "Come in Mommy's turd pipe. That's it, baby boy. Drain those bloated balls. Squirt that cock snot up my shit hole."
His cock gave one last heave, and Ben sighed. He pulled from his mother's shitter and watched his cum leak from the fucked-out hole and pool on the table's edge. His mom pushed more of the white discharge from her asshole.
"Sorry for the last-second change in plans. I wanted to do it so bad, but I couldn't come in your pussy," he explained. "I haven't made up my mind yet."
"Don't worry," his mom said. She slid onto her feet, gave him a big, wet kiss on the lips, and then started walking from the kitchen, pulling him along. "Let's take a shower, and after that, snuggle up naked under a blanket on the couch. We can drink hot cocoa, listen to Christmas music, and edge each other to some of those porn mags I bought you. How does that sound?"
Ben grinned. "Sounds like the perfect Christmas."
Chapter 9
Ben shivered, wiped a thin strand of snot from his nose, and sniffed. Letting out a breath, he noted how it condensed.
He scanned his surroundings--a patchwork of snow-dusted cornfields bordered by tree lines and lonely county roads. Out here in corn country--or as he called it, Middle-of-Nowhere, Indiana--everything was flat. Featureless. Mind-numbingly boring, unless grain silos and farm houses got you excited. How many times had he stood in his backyard watching combines criss-cross the land, counting down the days until he would flee to college?
Now, everything was different. He had his mother. More to the point, he had her hot body and her glorious asshole. Take the previous night, for example. They'd been lying in her bed, reading books, when his mom ripped ass and urged him under the covers. Trapped in her Dutch oven, he stuck his nose in the source and inhaled more of her rotten blasts. One fart came out wet, and he licked her ass clean. His mom thanked him with another finger up his own asshole, making him come so hard he'd cried to the heavens.
Ben raised the ax and brought it down. The chunk of wood split apart with a hollow sound, the two pieces flying off the block. He'd been out here for an hour, chopping and thinking. His muscles ached and burned, but the burn helped to stave off the cold, so he didn't mind.
He positioned another piece of wood.
Ben still hadn't told his mom he was quitting college, and every day he let his secret fester he felt worse about himself.
How would she take the news he wondered? And how could he ease the blow?
Ben had an idea. It was so simple that he questioned why he hadn't thought of it already. He would offer a compromise. College was out, but perhaps he could stomach a couple of years or less at Hoosier Tech.
He swung the ax, and a shock reverberated through his upper body. As he thought more on this plan, a noise caught his attention. He glanced at the back door of the house, where his mom appeared. She stepped outside and crunched through the yard in a barely there, see-through teddy, sans bra but wearing panties, rubbing her hunched-up shoulders.
"Sweetie, you've been out here for hours. I'm worried you're going to catch a cold."
"People don't catch colds from cold. That's a myth perpetuated by worried mothers," he told her.
"Why are you chopping wood, anyway?" She nodded at a large pile of fireplace-ready logs stacked at the end of their property. "We've got plenty."
Glancing at her tits, Ben noticed the cold had already severely hardened them. He said, "Chopping wood helps me think."
His mom gave him a sharp look. "What's there to think about? Is there something on your mind?"
Had the moment come? Staring at his mother's concerned face, he couldn't bear to see her disappointment. So, he lied again. "I guess this baby thing is on my mind."
"We should go inside and talk about it. Before we both turn into icicles," his mom said. Agreeing that he'd spent enough time outside, Ben dropped the ax and followed her toward the house. She continued talking as they walked. "I'm glad you brought up babies, though. I wanted to talk about that, anyway."
Seeing her in that sexy outfit, his mind drifted. They entered the kitchen, and he grabbed his mother's ass. She startled. Ben gave the cheek a healthy smack. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. You're looking sexy as fuck right now."
His mom turned. "Don't be sorry. You just surprised me."
Ben studied the outline of her body underneath the sheer fabric, his cock hardening. "You cut any farts while I was outside?"
His mom tilted her head, hands on her hips. "Yes, of course. I farted two times. One was loud, but inoffensive. The other toot, however, burned my asshole. It was a real stinker. It's a shame you missed it."
That familiar tenseness formed in Ben's groin and lower abdomen. "You're making me horny. Any chance you wanna fuck?"
His mom smiled. "Pumpkin, I'm always DTF."
"Let's go to my room," he said.
Ben walked away, and his mom called after him. "Make yourself comfortable, and I'll be up in a few minutes."