1. Mom`s Toilet


    Date: 2/12/2016, Categories: Anal, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 51, Source: xHamster

    Mom's Toilet Changes started to happen to me when I turned thirteen. Not just in my own body but the world around me; not least of which was my mom. I remember the day vividly because nothing was ever the same after that day. I still don't know if she had planned it or if it was just something that came out of the moment; all I know is, I wasn't the same after that. My mom, Gwen, used to be very nice and playful with me while I was growing up. Our favorite game was hide and seek; she'd let me win almost always but this day was different; while I was hiding in my room, I heard her footsteps approach. "Oh, where or where has little Donnie gone?" She asks, in sing-song fashion. She took a seat on my clothing hamper and hummed in thought. I couldn't help but giggle, I was just under her; hiding in the hamper. It was genius. Her weight slightly stretched the strong wicker hamper; it started bent down near me. Then, it was all of a sudden, that a thick air invaded the hamper. At first, I thought it might be some clothes under me but the eggy, heavy air seemed to rush in; as if from above. Had my mother just farted on me? I started to cough and choke; the game was over and I wanted out. "Uck, mom, it stinks in here." "Who said that?!" She asked, mocking surprised. "Mom, please, get up; I'm under you. It smells." "Maybe you should do your laundry more often sweetie," she laughed; joking. "It smells like poop in here!" "Oh sweetie, that's just me; I farted. I didn't even know you ...
    were in there." I tried to push the top cover but mom was too heavy, "Please, I just want to get out. I'm scared and...it stinks." "Shhh, it's fine sweetie." "Please get up!" I said, panicked. "Sweetie, just relax." BRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPP! "Aw, mom, no; why?" She just giggled as I heaved and breathed in her terrible gas. My head was spinning, my nostrils assaulted, and I was unsure of what exactly was happening or why. Thankfully, I passed out just as she farted once more; a big loud one. I woke up sometime later; it seemed dark outside. I could still smell the potent aroma of mom's farts on my body, especially my face; I don't know what happened while I was out and I probably didn't want to know. It would just be my secret from myself. I tried to reach down to scratch myself but noticed my wrist was tied to the bed post in my room; as was my other wrist, and my ankles. I shook and rattled the bed; "What's going on?!" Mom came in, as if on cue; "Hey hon, glad you're up; I just spent the last hour finishing all the ice cream in the house." "You can't eat ice cream mom, it upsets your stomach." "Oh baby, yes it does...it really does." "So why..." my eyes went wide and she nodded, smiling with devilish delight. "Listen, I know we've had a lot of fun over the years but I think it's time for a change." "What do you mean, mom?" I ask, horrified. "Well, I'm tired of being your mom and you're old enough now so, I think it's time to make you my slave." "What? Why?" "Sweetie, you ...
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