Motherly Assistance
by AmericanWonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED!

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The young man tried his hardest to keep his eyes on the television. Once she dove a hand along his thigh, however, there was no point in avoiding her. “Hi handsome,” she spoke above the music. “I haven’t seen you around here often.” He tried to avoid shaking as she squeeze his thigh with her hand, moving down towards his junk. “I-I’m new,” he told her. It was true, in a broad sense. He wasn’t new to this town or area…or even the bar scene. But he was fresh into this bar…and this situation…and from a Futa Goddess. She laughed, taking his hand and putting it on her own thigh. “Well, let me tell you how this works,” she went on. “You buy me a drink. I thank you and we go home to my place.” She moved his hand along the leg…he touched a snake that bulged as his fingers drew across it. She drew a hand to grab his chin and look into her short blonde hair and deep blue eyes. “Relax. It’s not mine you need to be worried about.” BBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRTTTT! The fart tore out the back of her jeans, heard only to the two of them…but smelt by all.
The drink went by fast, as did the Uber drive to her home. “P-please,” he told her, standing on her front lawn. “Goddess, I don’t want to-“ “You can call me Ms. Evans, hun,” she told the young man. “And your name is?” He held back the tears of distress welling in his eyes. “I’m…Max.” BBBBBTTTTTUUOUUURROUTTT! PPLLLLLAAABBBBBBTRRTTT! The Goddess drew him in close as her two farts carelessly ripped out into the night sky. She smiled down, him only coming up to the bottom of her chest. “Max, then. And how old are you?” she asked. “22.” He told her. She laughed. “Good none too great of an age disparity. Have you ever been taken by a Futa, Max?” “i…I never…”. The Futa caught his face as he begun to sob between her tits. “Ohhh hush, dear,” she told him. “We’ll make it easy on you. I promise.” Her hands dove down to knead his buttocks apart as she chuckled. The door creaked open. “Mom, I thought you said I had dibs!” Ms. Evans laughed at the remark, slapping Max’s butt. “Don’t get your cock in a knot,” said the Futa. “I haven’t even touched him.”

The young man was so distraught, he couldn’t even keep his head aloft as they ushered him up the steps. PPPPPTTTTTTTTTTOOIIIITTTT! BBBRRRRRUUUUUUUTTTTT! Their farts showered down on him as he was led behind the duo of asscheeks. All he had wanted was a fun night out to himself…maybe even score some tail, if he got lucky. BBBBBBLLLLLPPPRRPPPPPPRRPPP! Smelling in regurgitated chilly battering the side of the Futa’s asscheeks…it wasn’t what he had in mind. “Mom, do we have to do it with such a…cry baby?” came the voice again. When Max looked up, he caught the mother’s sly glance in front of him. “Most of them cry their first time, dear. It’s best you get used to dealing with it.” She told her. Max looked beside Ms. Evans as they rounded the corner…to the most beautiful girl he’d laid eyes on.
She was the spitting image of her mother. Almost. “This is Natalie,” said Ms. Evans, putting a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Natalie, this is Max.” Max had little breath for introduction. He stared into the pale white skin and beach blonde hair. This was longer than her mother’s, along with a shorter stature that almost matched his own. In regard to shorter…he saw her own cock bulge, along a pair of underwear tucked beneath her pajama shirt. It was all she wore…until the shirt came off as well. “Okay, you can leave us alone now,” said Natalie, moving to take off her underwear as well. “Nope, not happening,” said Ms. Evans, a bit more sternly to her daughter. “Max, go ahead and undress for us.” Max couldn’t, watching the smaller yet still sizeable Futa cock flip out Natalie’s waste band. It was shaved, barren…and powerful looking, even as limp. “Mom, you’re a fucking boner killer,” Natalie complained. “Seriously.” Max gasped as Ms. Evans put a hand on his shoulder…he hadn’t even seen her undress. “Natalie dear, there will be plenty of situations where you’ll need to spill your seed in desperate situations,” said Ms. Evans. “There won’t always be a cute boy ready to use.” She winked, pulling down Max’s pants and underwear. His own hardened member met her giggling face…even in the fear, it was hard to keep it down when staring at her powerful, naked body.
SHLUP…SHLUP…SHLUP. Max looked into the corner, seeing the beauteous daughter with a jar of lube and a fattened cock she slowly stroked. “Fine,” she told them, walking back towards the edge of her bed. “Let’s just do this…I gotta take a shit.” FFFTTTTRRRRRRRRRAATTTT! She lifted her leg to rip ass, cementing the romance as they took hold of him.

Max whimpered as he was laid on the edge of the bed. “He won’t…stop shaking!” Natalie complained, pulling apart his legs. Ms. Evans chuckled. “First lesson, daughter. Your butt is a powerful weapon against a nervous fuckboy.” The larger Futa appeared by the bed side, stroking Max’s hair. “She’s quite large for 18, isn’t she hon?” Max gulped, staring at the hardened cock. It was like an overgrown sex toy he was far underequipped to take. The Futa Goddess laughed, leaning down to kiss his ear. “Size isn’t everything, dear. And besides,” she whispered. “I have a tool to help.”
Max could barely hold up his hands before her legs whipped round to seat herself. The weight of the Goddess overpowered him. Lodged in her asscrack, he took frightened whiffs of her salty, rank hole. BBBBBBBBBTTTRRRUUUUUTTTT! PPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOTTTT! He gasped aloud as a beer and cheese fries fart poured into his nostrils. The Futa sighed, patting his head sticking out from her booty. “Breathe, darling,” she instructed gently. “It helps. Trust me.” The young man felt the daughter grab his thighs, her member poking around his spread undersides. The wet head met his hole just as Ms. Evan’s opened up a rippling fart for him. PPPRRRTTTUUURRRUUTTUUUAUTT! The farts were horrendous…as was the building pain. With nothing to lose, he took a large sniff as the other Futa entered him. “Oohhh…” Natalie cooed gently. The Futa sitting on the boy laughed. “It’s not like a cock ring, isn’t it?” she asked. Natalie thrusted deeper, sending a small cry of pain from Max. “Gentle, daughter,” Ms. Evans commanded. “His virgin asshole needs a gentle introduction. Introduce yourself…every inch, like we talked about.” BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRTTTTT! FFFRRRRRRUUUUUUUTTTTTTT! PPPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTT!
The younger Futa did so. Max wheezed and gasped in pain as her cock dove deeper. He whined, only to be met by a passing fart from the Goddess seated above him. PPTRRRRUUUPBBPUAPUTUPUATTT! He need not sniff anymore. Her farts had him sedated in a strange trance, leaving his mouth to slobber upon every push on her anus. Ms. Evans ran her hands across his chest as her daughter found a gentle rhythm to fuck to. “There we are…not so bad, hmmm Max?” asked Ms. Evans. PPPPPRRSSSSSOOOOSSSSSSSSSS! The eggy fart wisped into his brain, sending him into a far off dimension. He knew nothing except the steady rhythm of Natalie’s penis, begging him to enter her reality of pain. BBBBBBTTRRRROOOOTTTTTTT! Ms. Evan’s ass would drag him back into the lull of stink, sending the pain of penis into some far off dimension. BBBBBBBTTTTTOOOOOOOTTT! PPPPPPRRRRAAAPPBBUUUTTTTT! He knew nothing…save from an inch from her farting anus. PPPPPPPPUPULLUPPUUPUPUPUTTTT! His tongue stretched out, happy to thank her bootyhole for the protection from the outside world.
But then, it lifted. Max blinked into the room light, as the younger Futa begun to expel herself from him with a groan. “Oohhhhoahhhhh!...oohhhhh!” Max winced as her semen shot onto his chest and face…along with the larger Futa’s testicle, resting above his forehead. Ms. Evan’s laughed, watching her daughter stumble back onto the dresser. She caught herself…before grunting and collapsing on the floor. Max watched in disbelief as Natalie’s booty begun to shed a large turd amidst her closed cheeks. The Futa above him laughed. “Ahhh…I remember my first time. I shat in my own car boy, while my other Futa friends laughed. I think even the fuckboy had himself a giggle.” Natalie groaned, still shitting a large amount of feces at their feet. The mother sighed, and sent a hand down to pry open the boy’s cheek. “We best not embarrass her,” she spoke. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a mess to clean up.” Max had little power to stop her as her asshole made a perfect seal along his lips. PPRRRRRSSSSSSSOFUFFUOSOSUUFFFFSSS! He remembered a few good seconds of hating the soft fart pouring down his throat. Then, nothing else but blackness.

There was a softness under his head…competing with the softness of the Futa Goddess’s buttcheeks. But these smelled like soft linen…her ass it smelled like…regurgitated beans and fish. BBBBBBLLLLLLUUUURRBBBTTTTTT!
The boy stirred, feeling the toot scour the insides of the blanket to simmer amidst his face. The Goddess put down her book and glasses, smiling at the boy. “Excuse me,” she noted. “Those farts usually put you boys asleep for the whole night. You must have a very good nose.” She chuckled, shaking the boys head with her hand. The young Max sat up, taking in his surroundings. Another bedroom, presumably hers. Then, there was a bathroom door, opening for a wet, naked Natalie. “Mom, we’re out of towels!” said the daughter. Max tried to hide himself under the Goddess beside him and her warm pajamas. Ms. Evans rolled her eyes. “Why didn’t you bring a towel in before showering?” she asked. “Go downstairs, there’s some in the hamper.” Natalie didn’t even glance at the young man. “Fine,” she said. “Night.” The daughter Futa flipped off the light before exiting the room and closing the door. The Futa mother rolled her eyes in disdain. “Daughters,” she muttered. “Futa daughters, I should clarify. All this fuss about expelling their semen and their hormone bitchiness is still through the roof.” The Futa turned, bringing a hand to rub the boys junk. “I should thank you again, for that, by the way. But your work is not done, I’m afraid.”
The boy trembled as she moved above him, shoving her pajama pants off as she lay on top of his body. Her erect penis lay atop his…smushing it with a size tenfold, reaching all the way up to his chest. “Are you ready for the big platter, little fuckboy?” she whispered, stroking his hair with a smile. The boy shuddered, feeling her cock bend against his thighs as she grinded and kissed his neck. The pain of his innards was just now coming back to him. “p-please, Goddess…don’t!” he whispered fiercely. The Goddess laughed, seating herself atop his now limp penis. BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRUUUUTTTTT! The boy cried out softly as her toot brushed against his balls. “Boy, it is rude to ignore the wishes of a Futa,” she told him. “Besides, I feel you are up to the task.” Her hand reached back to pour his testicles against her buttcrack as she giggled. PPPTTTTTUURROUAAOUUAOUUTTTT! The blankets fluttered as she farted. The boy was left to stare and smell in amazement as she lay back down on her side.
“Well? Get in there.” The boy looked to his right, seeing her raise a leg. Beneath the covers, her booty crack lay exposed…it seemed she hadn’t showered as recently as her daughter, judging by the brown marks inside. The boy whimpered, shuffling under the covers to stick his face between her crack. The Futa laughed. “You’re a funny one, Max,” she said. “And I appreciate the dedication.” PPTTTTTTOOORRRUUURRUUTT! He coughed amidst the egg and bean toot; but it was only for a few moments before she drug him back out of the covers. “You manhood,” she instructed, parting her asscheek with a hand. “Go ahead. Put it inside.” Max had heard so many tales about the Futas online…now he had experienced them as well. But there were none…like this. “Wha-excuse me Goddess?” “Ms. Evans,” she corrected him with a smile. The Futa scooted backward, mushing her butt against his limp cock. “Put it inside,” she said, more sternly. “You shouldn’t deny a Futa her desires.” PPPPPPTTTTTTTIIRRRRRRTTTTT!
The boy was beside himself. His cock was on a rollercoaster, up and down, hard and soft, all night long. It didn’t help that her farts knocked his balls about while he tried to harden himself again. PPPPTTTTTTUUUUUUUOUURRRTTT! The boy yelped, trying to inhale the skin on her neck rather than the rancid fart bubbling amidst the covers. “Come on,” she told him. “In. Just like my daughter. Let’s go.” Max panicked, sticking his limp penis amidst her buttcrack. She turned her head, staring deep into his eyes. “This. Is not a joke, Max. Let’s go.” BBBBBBBRRRLLTTUURRPAARUUTTT! Max whimpered, as a wet fart skewered his testicles. “Or do I need to show you how?” Max watched her hand stroke underneath the covers…where her penis stood tall and proud amidst the bottom of her breasts. It was practically a longsword of cock…threatening to skewer him. “Now!” the Futa instructed. Max yelped, thrusting himself against the side of the Futa. BBBBRRRRRRUUUUOOUUUTTTT! PPPPOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTT! She stroked herself angrily, dragging the boy’s own hand along her cock to help. “Do you want THIS inside your ass? How about your throat! Move your hips! Move!” BBBBBRFFRRRRRRRRTTTTTTT! PPPRRRRUUOUOAAUAUUTTTATTT! Max yelped and humped, diving his cock amidst her asscrack, trying to harden himself. The sweat poured down his face from his efforts. Her smells begun to crawl along his skin. He could feel her anger along the bulging veins of her penis. “I’m sorry!” he countered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m…no…I’m sorry.” PPPTTTTUORRRUOUAUAUAUUTOUATTT! Her rancid fart bubbled out the semen eking from his limp penis amidst her endless crack. He held onto every moment, savoring his safety before his doom.
The Futa stared him in the eyes, smirking. “You’ve done it now,” she whispered, still tugging, still clenching his fingers around her cock. “OohhaahahhhH!” The Futa pushed herself forward, shoving her butt into his side as she leaned over the side of the bed. A spare towel was shoved underneath the covers as she moaned in pleasure. BBBBBBBBTTRRRIIIITTTOOPOOTTT! Max yelped as another ripper tore across his cock. The Futa laughed aloud, turning to her side. The boy watched as his hand was lifted up; the two watched her penis spend itself, fucking the towel and blanket. The Futa sighed. There was silence, as her tower of penis was bent to rest along her chest. Then, she turned, giggling into the young man’s ears. “Ahhhhh,” she cooed, tossing the towel to the floor. “Sorry dear. My daughter still has more to learn about Futas…but we need a fun change of pace from time to time. It takes many forms.” BBBBBBLLLLRRRUUAUAABBTTUUTT! Her ass blew off the blanket from the side of the bed. Max shivered, before she threw it back on, shrouding them in her fart stink.
“You were a great help tonight Max,” said the Futa Goddess. “I thank you.” She scooted closer, mushing her still cum soaked head against the boy’s chest. “I owe you a drink,” she whispered, kissing his forehead and rolling over to her side with a yawn. Max was overwhelmed with every emotion imaginable…most notably, relief. “Thank you…Ms. Evans,” he told her. The Futa made off with a series of snores…and a parting toot to wish him goodnight. PPRRRRTTTOOOOOOOOTTT!