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Editor’s note: this work contains scenes of fictional incest or fictional incest content.
© Too_Taboo, 2022
This is a work of fiction. All names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination only. Any similarities to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, events or locations is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters are at or above the age of eighteen.
A note to the reader:
This work contains graphic depictions of a son having poop sex with his biological mother. Other themes include farting, pissing, vomit play, and breeding. PLEASE CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK!
Chapter 1
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 istanbul travesti 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 istanbul travestileri 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 travesti istanbul 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.
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