A house rattling explosion went off in your home. To any other person, they would’ve woken up with a start thinking they were under attack, or someone just shot a gun in your house. Instead, you just groggily opened your eyes slightly as you looked over and an all too familiar sight (and smell) met you. Jessie, your bimbo mother just released a portion of her morning thunder. She had always insisted in sleeping with you, smothering you in both curves that would make gods jealous… and rank smells that few could hope to handle.
Of course, you were one of those few, being her son and all. Smells like this were but a part of your everyday life. She grunted in her sleep, here comes another blast.
PRRRRRRRRRRRRT!!
Another house rattler as yet another noticeable layer green fog was added to your place. You couldn’t help but take a huge sniff in… your stance on her smells going from tolerance, to enjoyment, to reverence… you couldn’t deny it. She was your stinky, curvy, goddess of a mom. Not that you had a choice, it was either move out or accept it, cause the amount of times she’s accidentally sat on your face or otherwise exposed you to her body Oder and farts was innumerable, and often grew by the day.
PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTT!!
Another good one. And of course, she was still asleep. You hugged her tight, smiling. She may not be the smartest, cleanest, or best mom… but she was yours. And you loved her. You always wanted to make her happy. You helped clean the house of trash and debris that she always left around and she did her damndest to care for you. You were inseparable. But as much as you wanted to stay and snuggle… it was time to get up. Time to get to work. But work on what…?
Choice 1: The house. It’s a mess again, it always is. So gotta earn your stay. Not that she would throw you out anyway.
Choice 2: On her. What with her being single, she likely needs some sexual relief. Better wake her up first too.
Choice 3: On a special growth gun. She was a Goddess. Her curves and smells are divine, and you wanted the entire world to worship her as she spreads her smells throughout the globe.
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