Carol Mother Daughter

I turned the corner and stopped against the wall. What was wrong with me? I could still feel heat radiating from my pussy. It was just farts. Hot, stinky, uncontrolled... I could feel the butterflies churn in my stomach and I closed my eyes tightly. What was wrong with me??

I pulled up my phone. "Hey mom, I'm not feeling good today. Can you pick me up?"

I waited. My phone dinged. "Sure sweety. Give me thirty minutes, okay?" I must have farted three more times before my mom arrived, each one making me unbelievably horny.

"Are you okay, honey? Your face is all red." My mother looked concerned as I climbed into the car.

"It's fine, mom. Just a stomach bug."

Soon enough we arrived home, and I sprinted off to my room and shut the door, throwing myself on my bed. My ruminating didn't last long before I heard a faint knock.

"Yes?"

"Hey baby, I brought you some tea. Hopefully it makes you feel better." My mom softly opened the door and entered, placing the tea on my nightstand.

"Thanks mom."

"Of course baby." She gently kissed my forehead, placing a finger beneath my chin and raising my face to look at her.

My mom was a wonderful woman. Hot, too. I was surprised I hadn't noticed how hot she was before. She was unbelievably curvy. Her heavy boobs tapered into a cute little tummy, and flared out into wide hips and a big round ass. I bet her farts were amazing.

Then she kissed me, her full lips against mine, and my eyes went wide with shock. Her tongue, teasing mine, her teeth nibbling me gently. And more than I was shocked by her kissing me, I was shocked that I kissed back, that I wanted her. She pulled herself onto the bed so that she sat over me, and my hands wandered to her thick thighs, and breasts.

I quickly discovered she wasn't wearing a bra, and tugged at her nipples. She moaned. "Suck them for me baby."

I pulled one of her breasts from her blouse, and took her nipple in my mouth. I sucked, rolling my tongue around her nipple and drawing in air, and was rewarded with a spurt of warm milk. It tasted good -- too good, like honey and Greek ambrosia.

"Oh god baby that feels so good."

"Yes mommy, I love your milk." I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth, but I meant them.

In just moments, we had leapt from the bed and torn our clothes off, and we embraced each other standing, our breasts pressed against each other. She was taller than me, and I tip toed to kiss her, my hands exploring her ass as I did so. Mommy let out a sudden fart.

"Oh, sorry about that baby." She blushed slightly.

"No, it's fine." I laughed, letting go of a monstrous fart myself. "See look, we both had to. Besides... It's kind of sexy."

"Oh?"

"Yeah." I knelt down next to her ass, smacking it playfully. "Sexy." My nose tingled. I wanted nothing more to bury it beneath her sweaty cheeks.

"You're disgusting." She giggled. "You really like smelling Mommy's asshole, huh?" She turned, thrusting her butt in my face.

"Mmm." I took a long whiff.

"That's your job now. Smelling mommy's asshole."

My job. My purpose in life. I was in heaven. I pulled mommy's cheeks apart, running my tongue along her asshole and cunt. She braced against my dresser, and penetrated her gently, probing until I found the bead at the apex of her vulva. She was wet, and I buried my face in her juices, stretching my tongue to swirl its tip around her clit.

I worked my tongue up and down, and felt her press herself against me forcefully, grinding her hips up and down on my face, until her movements picked up, and her breath quickened, and I felt her shudder as she cried out in orgasm.

Toby peered through a live feed on his phone app, having tapped into Carol's senses since she left for home. "Holy shit," he whispered, "and I'm just getting started."