Living in Onaria

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Crouching down, Alice let out a powerful fart before letting the extremely thick piece of shit come out of her ass. She had been waiting all day for this moment.

"This feels so good," she thought as a jet of dark yellow liquid shot out from between her legs.

Before she died, Alice would never have imagined herself doing something like this. She was very used to city life. Having a bathroom inside the house. Living in the madness of big cities.

Now she was the leader of a small island with 100 inhabitants.

And she was a mother.

Alister had reached the age of majority two years ago and was already active in his mission to procreate. As heir to the sacred lineage of the village leaders, he had a high resistance to the powerful farts of the women of Onaria. At the present time, he was probably having fun with young Jennie, who to Alice closely resembled an 18-year-old version of Lisa Kudrow, but a little higher.

"Mother!" Alister shouted excitedly as he approached the woman who gave him life. The strange thing was that there was no sexual intercourse to generate him.

Alice let out one last loud fart.

"Don't run, honey, you'll hurt yourself," the mother stated. She was always amazed at the physical vigor of the young life he had birthed.

Their house was big and also the furthest away.

"Weren't you with Jennie?" the mother questioned him.

"I was eating her ass, but her mother didn't want her to be tired on the first day of the Big Orgy," the boy explained to his mother.

The Great Orgy was an annual festival held in Onaria in honor of the Goddess of Farts, the fabulous Onaria. For 20 days straight, the villagers who had reached majority spent their days having sex and eating.

The main rule of Onaria, in which a man could only have sexual intercourse if he could eat his partner's farts, was maintained. The biggest fart eaters, Alister being the most prominent, tended to have the most partners.

Commonly, no one went without sex. Older women used to release their assholes more easily in the last days of the festival. They hold their fart power so that the losers had the chance to fuck at least one pussy a year.

Obviously, the least resistant men on the island were born with a greater resistance to female farts than the global male average. Which was great, since the women of Onaria farted 30 times more than a normal woman and rarely smelled good.

"I'd tell you to rest too, but I doubt you really need it," the mother stated.

Alice stood up and stretched out her arms. As she squeezed him tightly, he took advantage and put his index finger inside her asshole.

She let go of him and pulled him by the ear.

"You know the rules, young man, you need to wipe my ass if you want to play with me."

Unlike most mothers on the island, Alice (or Agatha Starfield as she was now called) was not very flexible when it came to the rules. While the others tended to tamper with their farts or simply let their children play with their asses without even doing the typical resistance tests, Alice always insisted

that her son deserved her ass.

Of course, for a woman in our world it was quite difficult to get used to this new reality. But, after spending 60 years in this place, she was already quite used to this reality.

Alister was lying on the bed, Alice's fat ass was in his face. The son licked his mother's ass eagerly. For him, this part was as much fun as actual ass fucking. And Alice was an extremely caring mother. Since Alister reached legal age, she had been making Alister go out of her way to have any sexual contact with her.

Of course, his mother knew that not all the women in the village were as strict as he was. Farting in the heir's face was an honor in itself. However, if she as a mother was less strict with him, her son would be destined to be a sucker who would depend on the old women's charity during the annual orgies.

She would never be able to forgive herself if, because of her failure as a mother, he couldn't take advantage of the beautiful young vaginas that were on the island.

"That's it, baby, lick mommy's dirty ass," Alice said rubbing her filthy ass in her son's face.

She suddenly stopped moving and let out a powerful fart. Loud and extremely smelly; the way the child likes.

"Sorry, I think it was the sweet potatoes. I ate a lot of them while I was working on the festival preparations."

Alister could no longer control himself. He freed himself and made his mother get down on all fours on the bed. He then put his finger in her asshole, sticking it as deep as he could. When he put his finger out, he saw that there was some shit on his finger.

After eating the chocolate that was on his finger, Alister stuck his dick in his mother's ass. At this point in her life, Alice was more used to the size and thickness of her son's hard cock. The boy was usually gentle, but during sex he always attacked like a voracious wolf. She thought about the young vaginas on the island, and wondered if he was more delicate like them.

Either way, she would need to have a long talk with her son about this topic. But only after the festival; now she would enjoy the good fucking.

"YES YES!! CUM IN MY TIGHT ASS!!" screamed Alice and it didn't take long for her to feel the first load of cum entering her ass.

The second batch painted the mother's upper body white. She opened her mouth to receive the third, managing to suck out most of it.

"You're beautiful mom," Alister stated, wiping her face with an old cloth.

They kissed passionately and Alice could taste her own shit on her son's penis. She didn't mind, as she was already more than used to the taste of her own feces.

And the morning of the festival arrived. Alister woke up with powerful sunlight hitting him in the face. They had left the window open last night because of the light.

Neither mother nor son knew the dangers that would threaten the island on that festive day.

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