Editor's Note: This story contains scat fetish content.
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My mother had always been kind of flaky. She had gone to school in the 60's and smoked pot, cock and God knows what else. Then she fell in love and married my straight-laced father, had four children with him and then became even flakier when he left her for his secretary.
I am the youngest child and by the time of my parents' divorce, I was nearing graduation from high school. My older siblings had left home years before and were spread throughout the country. It took Mom about a year before she was ready to date again, but when she did start, she made up for lost time.
During my senior year, I would come home on a Friday night after a sexless date and find our house empty. Being too depressed to even masturbate, I would go to bed just past midnight. Almost every weekend I could count on my mother coming home a half hour after that...with a man. I couldn't even begin to count the times I fell asleep listening to my mother and different men moan and groan the night away.
Thankfully, I left for college the next summer. This coincided with my mother starting to date Ed, a scruffy, white-haired hippy who would spend the summers attending State and County Fairs, seeking out the has-been rock bands that graced his youth. Ed was pretty much a loser, but he was the complete opposite of my father and that was maybe what attracted Mom to him.
By Christmas, Mom had long since stopped dating other men and was now Ed's "main squeeze," as she told us, her children. She intended on selling the home that we had grown up in and travel around the country with Ed in his RV. Having had little to do with each other in quite some time, us children took the news pretty well and proceeded to live our lives apart.
Nearly five years passed without me seeing any of my siblings more than a few times. I would send Christmas and birthday cards to them and to nephews and nieces that I had never met, but that was basically the extent of our communication. My communication with Mom wasn't much better. I had seen her only on those occasions she and Ed would be traveling through the state. They would stop by for a couple of days and then be off. Each time I saw her, she looked a lot older than the previous time, the effects of not only aging but also her lifestyle with Ed.
I had been fortunate enough to hook-up with a girl, Emma, I met at college that I simply adored and her family had provided me with what I had been looking for in terms of structure and stability. They took me in like I was their own. Emma and I are now engaged and live together in a modest apartment. She has never met my mother and for that I am glad.
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It was early summer and my life was going reasonably well. On this particular weekend Emma had gone to meet her family at their cabin by the lake. I stayed behind in town because I had to work until late on Friday. When I got home that Friday night, there was a message on the answering machine from my mother. I was notified that she and Ed would be coming through town for a night and would like to see me. She left a number I could reach them at.
Bummed by the prospect of a meeting with my mother, but feeling it was my duty to do so, I called her and told them I would be delighted to see them and for them to stop by when they got into town the next day. And they did.
Mom and Ed arrived at my apartment at about noon the next day. Ed had never changed since I had first met him. It seemed he had a perpetual week-old, white beard and shoulder-length, white hair. His clothes always looked slept in and he had the very distinguishable scent of marijuana smoke plastered to his body. My mother had certainly changed a lot over the last several years, too. She had never been a petite woman, but she was always in relatively good shape and took care of herself. Her once dark brown hair had turned partially gray. Her 5'5" body was now weighted down with about 150 pounds and her once firm breasts now sagged. Mom always had a pleasant face, and it still was, but now it was covered with a few more lines and her eyes had a constant glaze to them.
I hugged both Mom and Ed and invited them into my home. My mother seemed to be somewhat impressed with the place and I was pleased about this, though it probably looked a lot better to someone who had been living in an RV for the last five years. Ed was less interested and immediately asked for directions to the "shitter". I hesitantly gave them to him, knowing the bathroom would be harmed considerably.
I had planned on taking them out to eat and then get rid of them quickly, but that apparently was not in the cards. Apparently they had invited themselves to stay at my place over the night. I quickly learned that Ed had "picked up a case of the diarrhea" somewhere and that he would prefer to just stay here for the day. When Ed got out of the bathroom, I also learned that his diarrhea had not subsided his desire for some beer, which I did not keep a lot of in the refrigerator.
I went to the store to get a couple cases of beer while Mom and Ed settled in. My life had suddenly taken a turn for the worse. Not only were they going to be staying at my apartment overnight, I also had to entertain them for the remainder of the day, which there was still plenty. I got a case of Old Milwaukee for Ed and some Bud Light for Mom and me and went back home.
When I walked in the door, I saw Ed sitting on my couch getting a blow job from my mother. Ed had his gnarled hands on Mom's head, pushing her mouth down on his cock.
