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Mother!
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: July 24th, 2009


“Right now? You sure?” Bethanne asks.

“Absolutely, it’ll be great, I promise.” Roy replies.

Bethanne smiles and follows him into the men’s bathroom.

Together, they enter the handicap stall and Roy wastes little time in kissing Bethanne passionately. He rubs her arms and slowly gets lower and lower until he reaches the bottom of her shirt. He sticks his hand under, Bethanne has no objections. Roy has a handful of perfect breasts when...

There is a loud slam on the door.

“Class time, fellas! Wipe your asses and get the heck out of here!” Shouts the PE teacher, Mr. Daniels.

He leaves a few seconds later, knowing nothing of the young lovers in the back stall.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, Beth.”

“No worries,” she says as she readjusts her clothing.

Roy does the same.

“Come over tomorrow. We’ll finish what we started,” she says with a smile.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Babe, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

He kisses her with a peck on the lips and he peers out to make sure the coast is clear before they both exit the bathroom.

 

The next day could not come fast enough but when it did, the hours just seemed to melt away. The pair walked home together talking of all they wanted to do to each other, all they wanted to try on each other. It all would have been perfect if not for...

“My mom’s home.”

“Damn.”

“You still want to come in?”

“If it’s alright.”

“Sure it is, come on.”

 

Marge, from the kitchen, hears the knob on the front door jiggle. She walks out to greet her daughter.

“Hey hun, how are ya? Oh...and who’s this handsome man?”

“Mom, this is Roy.”

“Oh, you’re the young man my daughter speaks so highly of.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Please, no ma’am...makes me feel old. Call me Marge.”

“Okay.”

“Mom, we were just gonna hang out and watch some TV...that cool?”

“Absolutely, you guys want some snacks?”

“Oh, no, I’m okay ma’a...um...miss...uh...Marge, thank you though.”

“Nonsense, no friend of my daughters is going to be leaving this house without something in his belly.”

“Mom, please!”

“Sorry, hun. I’ll just leave you two alone.”

Marge takes her leave into the kitchen. Roy and Bethanne take a place on the couch.

“Sorry about that.”

“No worries, mom’s are mom’s; simple as that.”

“You’re so cute when you’re understanding.”

Roy smiles.

Beth turns on the TV, Scrubs is on. It’s one of the many episodes where JD is conflicted about getting together with Elliott.

Roy’s hand floats about Bethanne’s leg but he never makes contact. Bethanne watches his hesitance and just wants to push his hand down to complete the move but she doesn’t want to seem over eager. They watch TV in awkward, silence.

Something snaps in Roy though, he no longer gives a shit about who’s around. He turns to meet Beth’s eyes, who has also just turned to him. He inches closer and closer to her lips with his own. They are an immeasurable distance apart when...

The swinging door from the kitchen strikes the wall with a thud.

“Snack time!” Marge proclaims, loudly.

“Mom, you’re going to put a whole in the wall if you keep doing that,” Bethanne says with an anger that is more for her mother interrupting their kiss than for any structural damage her mother might do.

“Sorry, just got away from me.”

Beth and Roy settle back in the couch and separate a bit. They move their legs so Marge can get in and put the snacks down. She stands in front of them and bends over placing the snack tray on the table; her ass is inches away from her daughters face.

PRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

“Oops, sorry,” Marge says, smiling.

“Mom! What the fuck?! That stinks!”

“What?”

“You farted in my face!”

“On accident.”

“No way, you did that on purpose!”

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know, you want to embarrass me or something in front of Roy.”

Roy remained quiet, not wanting to take sides.

“Hun, it was an accident.”

“No mother! It wasn’t...you never fart in front of me! You did it on purpose!”

“What?! I fart all the time; it’s human function. How could I have never farted in your presence?”

“I’ve never farted around you!”

“That is true...where the heck do you fart?”

Roy, starting to feel really awkward, prepares to excuse himself.

“Don’t change the subject!”

“It’s silly though, I’ve farted around you...I just know it. And, if I may say so, it was with much less animosity.”

“I don’t even know what you mean by that?”

“How could you not remember me doing this?”

Bethanne expects her mother to fart again but Marge takes it several steps further. She takes a hold of her daughter and forces her down, Beth’s head on the sitting cushion of the couch. She then places her ample ass on her daughter’s face, an action that is met with much fight.

“Stop squirming and take this!”

BRRRAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

“Ah! God! So wonderful...how could you not remember that?”

Beth’s fight increases then slowly starts to lessen.

“That’s it, sniff mommy’s gift.”

Roy has no idea what to make of anything. All he knows is he is horny as fuck and his girlfriend’s mom is farting on his girlfriend’s face. The smell, to him, is putrid and yet, inviting.

Marge notices Roy’s bulging pants.

“Excited are we?”

Roy just nods without taking his eyes off his girlfriend’s smothered face.

“You want to do something about that?”

Roy finally breaks eye contact with Marge’s ass and looks her in the eye and nods eagerly.

“Get in then!” Marge practically orders.

Roy quickly unzips his pants and his hard member is out and up and ready for action.

Marge lifts her house dress, revealing her hairy, unkempt pussy. She’s wearing no panties.

Roy is a little turned away but then decides...fuck it.

He dives fully into Marge’s opening and they go at it, Beth still struggling under her mother’s ass.

“One more and we should be good I think. What do you think Roy honey?”

“Uh-huh,” Roy replies, only half listening as he continually thrusts into the middle-aged woman. He is close to coming. So is she.

It all happens at once, FFFFRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPP!

And with that, Marge cums and Roy pulls out just as a small stream of his fluid dribbles lifelessly onto the floor.

The smell in the air is wretched and Bethanne has stopped moving. Marge quickly rises off her daughter but she seems unconcerned. Roy looks horrified.

“Don’t worry, this always happens. She’ll be back around in a couple of hours.”

“But...but...we fucked! She’s gonna be pissed.”

“Nah, she won’t remember a damn thing. Never does. It’s the only way I can get any action anymore.”

Roy just looks at her, blankly.

“Run along now, kiddo. I’ll tell her to call you tomorrow.”

Roy takes his leave and Marge goes about cleaning up the mess and spraying two entire cans of air freshener.

 

Bethanne wakes up some time around ten at night.

Marge sits next to her, watching Law and Order. She sees her daughter stir.

“Hey hun, have a good nap?”

“Yeah, what time is it?”

“Just after ten.”

“Oh, shit. Why’d you let me sleep?! I’ll be up all night and tired in class tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow’s Saturday dear,”

“Oh...nice. I think I’ll invite Roy over, if that’s okay with you?”

“Of course, hun. I’ve got an appointment Downtown so I’ll be gone till late but the house is yours. Just be safe, alright?”

“Thanks mom, I will.”

“Alright then,” Marge rose from the couch and kissed her daughter’s forehead,” Love ya baby. Good night.”

“I love you too, mom.”

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